Bring her home to meet your wife

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"I want you to fuck me," she whispers, her breath hot on your neck, "make me forget my stupid ex!"

You can hardly believe your ears, and you can't help but grin wickedly.

"I say that's the best offer I've had all night. Let's get out of here."

"I've never done this before," she whispers, "but I want you so bad!"

You lead her off the dance floor, your hand resting possessively under her jacket, on the small of her back. You can feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, and you can't wait to feel her naked skin against yours.

You hail a cab and help Julia inside, your heart racing with anticipation. You can't believe your luck - you've never picked up a babe as beautiful and desirable as Julia in a club before.

It's strange. You and your wife has never talked about a threesome before, but you suspect she wouldn't have been up for it before. Tonight, however, you feel confident that your transformation from a boring husband to a massive stud will make her not only accept it, but love the idea. It's a gamble, but you consider the risk and the rewards, and decide to make the bet!

As you drive out of the city, Julia is busy making out with you in the back seat. Too busy with fondling your bulge, to notice where the taxi is heading. As the cab pulls up in your driveway in the quiet suburbs, she looks surprised.

"What?" you say.

"It's nothing. You just seemed like an apartment-kind-of-guy," she says and giggles.

Your house looks quiet. There is no sign of the women inside. You realize that you didn't even consider the possibility that they would be there. As you open the door for Julia, who steps inside, you hear soft music, but no chatting. The hallway is not like it was when you left it. Gone are all the shoes and jackets of your wife's friends.

Julia is smiling as you take her jacket and lead her into the living room. Then, her jaw drops as she sees your wife. Riley is sitting on the couch in her yoga pants and busy scrolling on her phone, a glass of red in her other hand.

"John! You're back already?" Riley asks, not looking up.

"Yeah," you say as you walk over and kiss her on the forehead, "where are the girls?"

"Chloe suddenly got sick, and then the other ones felt bad too. They had seafood for lunch, so..."

"I see," you reply, as you notice her mascara is slightly smeared out. She must have cried.

You wave to Julia to come into the living room.

"That's a bummer. But I have something that might cheer you up."

"Oh, yeah?" your wife says, her eyes wandering up your thigh. Then she suddenly sees Julia.

"Oh!" she says. "OH!"