The Reluctant Hotwife: Origin
Leah Jenkins
I confessed everything to her after years of therapy.
Her answer was “No way.”
I thought that would end it. Instead, the seed took root. She began indulging me—just whispers in bed, a teasing name, small crumbs of dirty talk to keep me sane.
But reluctance has a way of crumbling.
Slowly, she grew bolder. Curious. Until one night I invited him into our home and watched from the shadows as my hesitant wife whispered “I can’t”… right up to the moment she spread her legs and begged for more.
Now she’s on our bed, still dripping his cum, eyes locked on mine with raw, unashamed lust.
No regret. No tears.
This is the origin of my Reluctant Hotwife—and I’m the one who set her free.
I only hope I can handle what comes next.
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