hotwife-experience

I unlock my private locker now. The one in my mind where I stash the filthiest secret. Heart pounding. Adrenaline surges as I spill it. That night in our Saint-Brieuc house. End of summer. Benoît is me. Constance my wife. André our old colleague. Ninon his friend, freshly dumped. We’d drank too much. Laughter flowed….