The Cuckolding Chronicles (7)
Kristen and I strolled into town, hand in hand, her soft fingers laced through mine. The whitewashed buildings shimmered under the sun, the blue rooftops glowing against the endless sky. Everything about the place felt like it was designed to pull lovers closer. We ate under a shaded terrace, the wine flowing and the food divine, but the heat was getting unbearable.
“You wanna go to the main beach or that hidden one Zed marked on the map?” I asked her as I leaned over the table, eyes locked on her lips.
She licked a drop of wine off the corner of her mouth and smirked. “I want to get away from the crowd.”
I couldn’t agree more. After the chaos of the ship and the madness in Rome, I needed her all to myself. Somewhere quiet, somewhere I could take her witho
