The Cuckolding Chronicles (9)
Their room looked a lot like ours, but they had something extra. A balcony that opened to the ocean view. The moment we stepped inside, Lesley greeted us with a wide smile, her energy bright and a little too eager.
She wore a tight yellow dress that clung to her hips and dipped low enough to make me stare. The fabric was so short it barely covered her thighs, and every move she made teased the curve of her ass.
Zed stood outside on the balcony, staring at the water like it held all the answers. Kristen didn’t hesitate. She walked right up to him, hips swaying, confidence pouring out of her with every step. I watched her move in behind him, pressing her chest to his back and sliding her hand around him.
“Miss me?” she murmured, loud enough fo
