cuckold-discovery

Our living room table, cluttered with empty beer bottles from the ping-pong match. Heart hammering. I’d wheeled down to the cellar with Gregory, elevator humming like my nerves. ‘What do you think of my wife?’ Sweat beaded. He shrugged, polite. ‘She’s hot, but you’re my friend.’ Boom. ‘Wanna fuck her?’ His eyes widened. Stunned silence….