“I had to be… careful,” she whispered, a thrill running through her.
Tonight, she wasn’t a wife. She was a secret. And secrets, she learned, were much more fun when shared with strangers who knew exactly how to keep them.
It started with a misplaced key. Then a lingering glance across a crowded bar. Her husband, Mark, thought she was at book club. Instead, she was in a dimly lit penthouse, slipping off her wedding ring.
“I had to be… careful,” she whispered, a thrill running through her.
Tonight, she wasn’t a wife. She was a secret. And secrets, she learned, were much more fun when shared with strangers who knew exactly how to keep them.
It started with a misplaced key. Then a lingering glance across a crowded bar. Her husband, Mark, thought she was at book club. Instead, she was in a dimly lit penthouse, slipping off her wedding ring.
