It was all part of the plan. From the spilled drink, to you having to leave and dry yourself off. While you frantically tried to hurry back, you unknowingly left your date vulnerable to the man she’d been eye fucking all night
She did her best to keep quiet, not only was her brothers room on the other side of that wall, but the man that’s rearranging her insides is also his best friend. Though the longer he goes, the less and less she cares about her brother finding out
You left the room as quick as you entered it. You saw the look in your wife’s eyes, you saw the lack of regret in them, the lack of urgency to stop when you caught them. You knew you had lost her completely to the pure ecstasy that his bbc brought her
She was doing her best to keep quiet, but hotel walls are thin and the intern who seduced her at the bar was making her feel things her husband never could. She just hoped it was enough to prevent her colleagues that she shared a wall with from hearing
Theres never been anything wrong with having a type or a preference, in fact the only reason it bothers you so much is because you’re being phased out. Theres a new type of man that desired now, one that’s much darker and much bigger