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Oh, the more I thought of how much fun we were going to have tonight, the more I wanted to leave right now.
For a moment I let myself dwell in a fantasy of what we would do when we were home.
My husband would pin me to the wall as soon as we set foot inside, his lips would crush mine in a hungry, breathtaking kiss, his eager hands would lift my dress up my legs, as his fingers glided up my inner thighs. Wheeling hookers.