My girlfriend wrote this for me after I told her about my hotwife fantasy. Feel free to reach out if you have any real life experience!
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They pulled into the gas station a little past eight, just after the sun had gone down. It was a vintage convertible corvette, restored, with a beautiful fire engine red finish. She sat in the passenger seat in a little black dress, her makeup fresh, ready for the night of dancing they had planned. She had curled her hair and shaved, and she had gotten her perfume just right this time. It was their first proper date night in a few months–work had just gotten so busy.
Nick walked into the store to pay for gas–the card reader was broken. As he walked in, he noticed the attendant staring at his car.
“Like her?” he asked.
The attended looked to be in his 40s, tall, well-built, brown hair cut short, with a defined jaw.
“I had one just like her,” he grinned, looking Nick in the eyes. “Boy she was fun to handle.”
Nick grinned back.
“Oh she’s a blast.”