I Fulfilled My Forbidden Fantasy with Two Men
I had kept that fantasy to myself for years, never even telling my husband. That night, in a house that wasn’t mine, I stopped imagining it and started living it.
I had kept that fantasy to myself for years, never even telling my husband. That night, in a house that wasn’t mine, I stopped imagining it and started living it.
Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She opened it anyway. And what she found destroyed her in two ways.
She stepped into the bathtub with no intention of cleaning herself. She only wanted to relive every second of that afternoon before her husband walked through the door.
I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.
The first time I saw him I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.
I’d gone months without opening the hidden folder on my phone. That night, insomnia and desire decided for me.