Third Wheel Fuck-Fest
“Come on, Mia,” she said, with a naughty glint in her eye. “Why don’t you join in the fun?”
Mike and Karen were already unpacking the car, and I couldn’t help but feel like the third wheel as I looked on. They had been married for a few years now, and it was obvious they were still deeply in love.
“Come on, Mia!” Karen called out. “Stop daydreaming and help us carry some stuff in!”
I laughed and rushed over to grab some bags. We were all a little tipsy from the road trip and the anticipation of our vacation, and I could tell this was going to be a wild week.
We spent the next few hours unpacking, exploring the house, and just enjoying each other’s company. Mike mixed up some margaritas, and we clinked glasses as we watched the sun start to set.
“This is the life!” Karen exclaimed, as she kicked off her sandals and wiggled her toes in the sand.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watched her. She was so carefree and sexy, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in her shoes, married to a man like Mike.
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