Saturday 7:52 p.m.
Heart hammering.
Car parked two streets away. Wedding ring in my coat pocket for the first time ever.
Cold air, cock already leaking.
Door on the latch.
I push it open.
Warm hall, smell of soap and whiskey.
His voice from the living room: “That you? Shoes off, come in.”
I step inside.
He’s sprawled on the sofa, dressing gown open, legs wide, thick uncut cock resting heavy on his thigh, half-hard and rising just from seeing me.
He grins.
“Fuck, you look even better than your pics. Kneel.”
I drop instantly
