Surely when people saw us out and about, they assumed we were just your normal upper-class couple. My husband’s six-figure salary kept me in the finest clothes and accessories. One would say I was the perfect trophy wife on the outside looking in. No one would ever assume I was keeping a huge secret from my rich husband. Although we had sex once or twice a week, he was never able to fully satisfy my desires. I knew it would never get better, so for the last 3 years of our 5-year marriage, I’ve been having sex with other men.

It was only meant to be a one-time thing with one guy. I never planned to get such a thrill from having random men bed me. The more I had, the more I wanted and needed. It was a deep desire I knew my husband would never understand, so I had no choice but to keep it a secret.

My husband kissed my cheek before heading to bed. I made sure the kitchen was spotless before creeping up to our bedroom to assure he’d passed out for the night. It’s time to get ready for a new adventure. Once dressed, I crept out and made my way to our intended meeting place. My lover had arrived and was eagerly waiting for my presence. My excitement grew with each step closer to our hotel room’s door. Upon entering the room, the smell of his manly cologne instantly teased my nostrils.  I smiled as I slowly walked over to him. He never took his eyes off me. I opened my trench coat, exposing the sexy red lace lingerie that was hidden beneath it. His eyes widened, expressing his approval, and his cock sprang to life. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”