My Husband Doesn’t Know I’m Fucking His Friends Every Weekend
The Cheater Becomes the Hotwife
Every weekend, Ricky goes out with a few of his friends. They go to a local bar, drink beer, watch sports, and play pool. Typical, small-town stuff. What he doesn’t know is that I’m almost always waiting in my car outside for one of his friends to sneak out for a quick fuck.
Last night was no exception. Ricky took off right after dinner and told me he’d be back after the game was over. I waited the standard twenty minutes that I always give him, just enough to make sure he has plenty of time to get to the bar and order his first beer. Once I was sure he wasn’t coming back for a forgotten wallet or something like that — it happened once — I climbed into my car and followed him.
The parking lot of the bar is much bigger than it needs to be for the size of the town, but it’s perfect for my needs. The whole back row is shaded by huge oak trees. Under the night sky, you can’t see a single thing that’s happening under those trees from the sidewalk outside of the bar.
