My husband and I were on our way to a neighboring city for the Spring Festival. I wasn't sure who the culprit for my body's state of overheating was, the warm weather or me being flush against my husband's muscular body, but I was aflame, threatening to combust.

As we passed a cluster of trees, barely enough to be called a tiny forest, our secret rendez-vous spot from back in college, my inner slut wanted to recreate some of those nights of passion.

Teasing my husband into chasing me, playing my cards right, I was setting the grounds for a round of sinfully hot, passionate reclaiming.

"Hotwife Ridden Before Spring Festival"

by Evie Dawn