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Hotwife Alter Ego
Naughty Cheerleader
Role Play
My wife sent a photo of her dressed as a naughty Cheerleader, reminding me that role-plays will be a part of our weekly date night.
I damn near wrecked my car. This is the primary reason I have a no texting while driving-policy. I call the naughty Cheerleader.
“Baby, why did you send me that text?”
“Whatever do you mean fine sir.”
“Quit playing. The sexy Cheerleader pic.”
“Oh, that wasn’t me. It must be Amanda. You know she pops in without warning. I’m still at work, as a matter of fact, I’m staying with my mum tonight. Looks like it’s you and Amanda all night long. Sorry baby, a customer needs me. Gots to go.”
She giggles.
My heart is racing. Amanda, my wife’s alter ego, doesn’t stop by often, however, the few times she’s shown up. My God, I’ve got to get home.
I take one more glance at the pic and place my phone in the center console. I’ve got to focus. The Beltway traffic in Washington DC is unforgiving. I’m still an hour and a half away from home.
My phone is buzzing with another text. I can’t look. What if something is wrong? I go to the center console, take one look, and throw the phone over to the…
