Hotwife Flash Fiction

Beach Blanket, Hotwife Bingo

She was a stunning woman, you wondered what she saw in your buddy. Maybe he was rich? He certainly wasn’t hung. But the reality was nothing you could have imagined.

Your close friend and his stunning wife accompanied you on a camping trip to the beach. It was still very early in the season, so the beach at the cabin you had rented was completely deserted.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a soft glow over the secluded area. Your friend’s wife was absolutely gorgeous. Her long hair danced in the gentle breeze and her eyes sparkled like diamonds as she playfully teased and flirted with her husband. It was like you were invisible, like they were in their own private world, filled with laughter and playful banter.

The sound of crashing waves and seagulls added to the peaceful atmosphere, making it seem like time stood still in this idyllic paradise by the sea as you watched them play. What you wouldn’t give, you thought.

On the first morning, she slipped away down the beach like a whisper on the wind. Your buddy stayed behind, casting his line into the sparkling waters, hoping to catch lunch.