“Are you sure that’s what you want?” my captivating hotwife asked me.
My wife Natalie’s body count blew me away when she finally gave me her number.
And I thought I was a wanton libertine!
But it makes sense, given how beautiful she is.
I still can’t believe she married me.
Even more unbelievable is my preoccupation with things too weird for words.
And her tolerance of my weirdness.
Tolerance?
Hell, she’s all in.
Best,
Lena
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