Please Bang My: Wife 2

“Terrified,” I say. “You?”

This is “Please Bang My Wife 2.” It’s not cuckolding. It’s not humiliation. It’s a gift wrapped in velvet rope. Please Bang My Wife 2

For three weeks after the first night, we didn’t just have sex. We colonized each other. In the shower. Against the kitchen counter while the coffee brewed. In the back of the Uber after a boring dinner party. She’d lean over and whisper, “Remember the way he looked at me?” and I’d nearly drive off the road. “Terrified,” I say

“I want to watch you choose.”

But tonight is different. Tonight isn't a stranger from a bar. Tonight is Tom . It’s a gift wrapped in velvet rope

Right now, she’s in the bathroom getting ready. I can hear the shower running and the clink of her jewelry on the marble counter. She comes out in a black slip that costs more than our first car. Her hair is wet. She smells like vanilla and sin.