The stranger devoured her, ignoring me.

She commanded attention, body-hugging dress amplifying her curves, no panty line in sight. I was invisible, or he thought I was her brother or friend. Made no difference.

She tapped my foot, gave me a familiar look, and headed his way. She knew I was staring, all eyes on her, mesmerizing with her swaying hips.

He was a wolf salivating for her flesh, believing his luck for a change. She was efficient, a couple minutes, never rejected. She walked out with him, flashing a triumphant smile.

Another date night with my wife, my hotwife.