Our affair is an addiction. A hot, beautiful, perfect addiction. We hide in plain sight, but somehow he can't see us. We fuck so loud, and somehow he can't hear us. The evidence of our indiscretion is cleaned and disappears into thin air. I love our naughty secrets. Yet I yearn to be caught. I want him to walk in on us and know the truth. She is filled by us both, but only fulfilled by me. She wears his ring, but she is mine.