The Night My Wife Tasted a Stranger’s Cock for the First Time
Parking lot of the libertine spa in Quebec City. Early April chill bites through the car window. My heart hammers. We’ve been solid for fifteen years, late thirties, two kids. She’s a blonde bombshell—curly locks, piercing green eyes, killer curves, 36D tits that haunt every man’s dreams. Tonight, kids at grandma’s. Boozy dinner, flirty glances….