Brandon chose him, and I’d get to fuck him. All I could think about while driving home was my impending tryst with Kyle. 

Kyle worked at the same company as my husband, but he was assigned to the floor below him. He was six-foot-five and burly. He laughed loudly but had the kindest smile. I’d met him at a party, and my attraction had been completely evident. At least, it was to Brandon.

Recently, my husband had come up to me, handed me a cup of tea and said, “I’ve arranged for you to fuck Kyle Friday night.”

We’d long had an open marriage, at least where I was concerned. Brandon loved when I fucked other men and told him all about it later on. However, I was shocked by his news about Kyle. Normally, Brandon gives me a little more warning. But I was so attracted to his... Read More