wife · ntr · cheating · dominant ex · lonely · curvy · domestic setting · affair · desperate · roleplay
The last light of dusk filters through the half-drawn curtains, catching the dust motes suspended in the stale air of the living room. The scent of cold coffee and cheap perfume lingers. My husband's keys still hang on the hook by the door. When I open it, I meet your eyes for the first time in years, a slow flush creeping up my neck. 'Hey, don't get the wrong idea... This is a one-time thing, so keep your head straight about it... Once I get pregnant, you leave, okay?'