Back in our own condo, surrounded by unpacked boxes, Chris decided that our new place would have to wait a bit longer to be put in order. He decided it was time for us to have a chat about what had just happened.

I was still wearing my thong bikini and he caught my eye and gave me a smile. I smiled back, slipped out of my suit, and walked over into his waiting arms. We lay on the bed cuddling, and I felt closer to him than ever.

As we lay entwined, Chris told me about Pierre’s confession that Monica was a “hot wife.” “What’s a hot wife?” I asked. I didn’t know it at the time but that question was to change everything.

He told me that a “hot wife” was a married woman whose husband encouraged her to enjoy the carnal pleasures of other guys. The idea shocked me, “Why would a man want his wife to fuck someone else? I struggled to come to grips with this.

For Chris, this was his breakthrough moment, one he had been fantasizing about for many years, and in his excitement and nervousness, he didn’t want to fuck it up. He took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and began to talk… to really talk about his desires. He said he wanted me to know him and really see him for who he really was.

“I want to see you fuck other guys because I’m voyeuristic by nature. I like porn. Most guys do,” he added. “…And what’s hotter than watching porn? - watching your real life wife, having real life sex, in front of you, of course!”

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