It’s getting hot in here, or is it just me
The First Time She Brought Him Home
The air was thick with anticipation—or maybe it was just the way he looked at her.
Luca stood in our living room, all sharp European elegance, his tailored shirt rolled up to his forearms. His accent curled around his words like smoke. “You weren’t exaggerating,” he said, eyes raking over my wife, “she’s stunning.”
And she was.
Claire had dressed for the occasion—tight black dress, heels that made her legs endless, lips painted the kind of red that made men forget their own names.
I grinned. “Told you.”
The Unspoken Agreement
This wasn’t about humiliation.
This wasn’t about power.
This was about her.
Claire had always been magnetic, but since we opened our marriage, she’d become something else entirely—a woman fully unleashed.
And Luca?
Luca was perfect for her.
Tall. Confident. Well-endowed in a way that made even me raise an eyebrow the first time I saw him naked.
But the best part?
He knew how to use it.
The Night It All Clicked
I sat back in the armchair, whiskey in hand, as Luca traced a finger down Claire’s spine.
“You’re tense,” he murmured.
She laughed, breathless. “You’re about to fix that.”
And then—
His hands were on her, turning her toward him, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that made the room feel smaller.
I took a slow sip of my drink, watching as Claire’s fingers tangled in his hair, as her body arched into his.
“Fuck,” she gasped when he finally pulled back.
Luca smirked. “That’s the idea.”
The Sound of Her Pleasure
I’d heard my wife come before.
But not like this.
Not with this kind of abandon.
Not with Luca’s hands gripping her hips, his voice rough in her ear as he whispered things in Italian that made her whimper.
And the best part?
The way she looked at me after.
Not guilty.
Not ashamed.
Grateful.
The Aftermath
Later, when Luca had gone and Claire lay sprawled across our bed, skin still flushed, she turned to me with a lazy smile.
“You’re really okay with this?”
I kissed her shoulder. “I’m more than okay.”
