Chapter 4/10 of my hotwife story.
Chapter 4
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Chapter 4/10 of my hotwife story.
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Fast forward to the end of the summer. Football 2 a days are a couple days in. My wife just received a new listing a couple streets down from our house. It’s a vacant house in need of some paint on the inside to cover up crayon drawings on the wall. Right away, she gets a phone call of someone that wants to come look at the house, before it’s even listed online. They want to look at it in 2 days. They heard from the recent owner that it was vacant and wanted to look at it. My wife calls me in a panic, I’m out of town for the next 3 nights. She wants to get the rooms in the house painted before the showing but doesn’t know what to do. I tell her to find someone that will do it for cheap, like a high school kid in need of some money.
She realizes she has Logan on Snapchat, so she messages him. He agrees to come paint it tomorrow morning after practice. She’s going to meet him there at 10am and let him in the house, after buying supplies.
Chapter 1
My wife, Erica, and I live in a small southern town, where everything revolves around football on a fall Friday night. Population 5,000. She’s 29 and I’m 33. She grew up in this town. I did not.
We are both white. She’s 5’3’ 140lbs. Light brown hair. B cup breasts. Flat tummy. Thick round fat ass. Thick thighs to match.
She’s a local real estate agent, working from home. I travel all over the state selling equipment to industrial plants. Sometimes I’m gone 1-3 nights of the week.