My Wife Slept With Her Idol in My Tent? Now...It's My Turn
Language: en
My wife, Chloe, was sprawled on the living room sofa, asking the man behind her to press harder on her back. The scene was more than intimate. I frowned. "Keep some distance. This is our home." Chloe glanced back, her expression pure contempt. "God, you're so immature. It's sports therapy! We all used to do this on the team. It's team bonding." Team bonding. Sure. I didn't argue. Instead, I looked down at my phone and texted my childhood friend, Alice. "Usual place tonight. New ergonomics study. Requires a partner. Very...hands-on." Her reply came in seconds. "No problem." If my…