Please enjoy the opening of “Carrie: Hotwife in Training”…

I sat on the edge of the couch, staring into the flickering screen of my cell phone. “He’s probably fucking her right now…” I said, to no one in particular.

I didn’t know who “he” was – a handsome stranger in a hotel room. I had allowed Carrie to go…encouraged her to go…for my own selfish purposes. My selfishness now gave way to my insecurity…what if she likes it…

I dropped the phone as I reached for the bottle of Jameson on the coffee table. I downed the remainder of the bottle in one gulp – about two shots’ worth of tan fire water. I did not drink in celebration. I drank in shame – and fear.

As I recovered from the assault of the Irish hooch, I looked over at Lady, our spaniel, curled up on the couch next to me. “What have I done, Lady?!?” She opened her left eye because I said her name, but immediately settled back to sleep. Of course, this was a rhetorical question, especially when asking a dog.

I fell over onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table. I repeated the question as I passed out in an alcoholic haze – “What have I done? What have I done…?”

Comments (1)

  1. Pam


    Ouu, how intriguing ! Love the concept and I love how this leaves you wanting more. And can I just say the name Lady for a dog is SO perfect !

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