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I had a very good date. Good enough that I was still feeling it when I got home.

But instead of quietly letting my husband sleep, I climbed over him and woke him up. Because...

One of my favorite parts of being his hotwife is that wanting another man doesn’t switch off what I want from my husband. Sometimes it does the opposite. I come home feeling confident, desired, a little spoiled, and incredibly appreciative of the man who gives me the freedom to explore that side of myself.

My husband had warned his friend that after midnight, we don't hold back with one another and don't hide our sexuality. He had glanced at the clock several times, but he never made any move toward the door.

Once I began pleasuring my husband, I saw exactly what he had been waiting for. The erection pushing against his pants made his intentions impossible to misunderstand. He hoped he could watch.