A hooker for my husband 2
The restaurant was my favourite. The Dover sole cooked to perfection. I sipped my wine. I’d almost finished my main course, when I asked Hubby, “so what are you buttering me up for?”“Why would you ask such a thing? Can’t a man take his wife out for a meal without there being an ulterior motive?”“A man can. You can’t, especially tonight!” I told him.“Tonight?”“Yes darling, its your night to be tied up, it’s the night you fuck Monica, after she’s done all those unspeakable things to you.”“You...