The sound of sex was pretty clear the moment I opened the front door. It was coming from our bedroom

The sound of sex was pretty clear the moment I opened the front door. It was coming from our bedroom upstairs.He promised that he’ll pick me up from the airport after I return from my business trip and take me out for dinner to make up for forgetting our wedding anniversary. But when I didn’t see him there, I tried calling him. All of it went unanswered and I could see why now. I decided to take a taxi.The bedroom door was wide open and they were too engrossed into each other to notice me standing there. At first I didn’t recognize the dude my husband was fucking but after looking closely, I realized it was Dylan, a stripper from the club where my husband worked as a Bartender. Dylan had time and again unabashedly flirted with my husband right in front of me so I wasn’t really surprised to see him there on our bed, getting the fuck of his life.I just sighed and left the room. I decided to freshen up in the guest bathroom and leave the two alone.I don’t regret opening up our marriage; it has led to great things and discoveries about each other that have just strengthen our bond. But sometimes, like today, I just wish he was more attentive to me. But it’s all fine I guess, my dick definitely hard in my jeans. -- source link

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