SensualEsteban

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

We were left alone in the hotel under the excuse of choosing shoes. When I knelt to put them on her, everything changed. It shouldn’t have happened, but neither of us stopped it.

We had been married for years when she confessed that her greatest fantasy wasn’t with another man. It was me and another woman—and she had the perfect candidate waiting.

We’d been together for ten years and I fantasized about sharing her. When she moved for work, someone else fulfilled that fantasy without my knowing.