HOUSEWIFE DESIRES
Chapter 2: I Let Them Touch Me and Lose Control
The next afternoon I’m a nervous wreck.
I’ve changed outfits three times. Finally settled on a simple white sundress — thin, easy to lift, no bra underneath like Vanessa told me. My n*****s are already tight just from the fabric brushing them. I keep glancing at the clock, p***y throbbing with shameful anticipation.
This is wrong. I’m married. Mark’s face flashes in my mind — his tired smile before he left — but it does nothing to stop the slickness coating my inner thighs. I need this. I need them.
The doorbell rings and my heart slams against my ribs.
They let themselves in this time. Vanessa first, then Lena and Clara. They don’t ask permission. They simply walk into my living room like they own it. Like they own me
