A football splashed into the water at our feet.
It landed in the shallow surf just in front of us as my wife and I walked along one of those long, quiet stretches of beach in Boa Vista—windy, almost deserted, with only the sound of the waves and the occasional figure in the distance.
A moment later, he appeared.
Running down from the dunes, straight into the surf, chasing the ball with effortless energy. Athletic, confident, completely at ease in that wild stretch of shoreline.
He apologised with a quick smile, retrieved the ball, and lingered just long enough for a glance to be exchanged.
Nothing more.
But sometimes, that’s all it takes.
Because the idea stayed with me.
Later that evening, over a drink at the bar, I brought it up.
“That guy on the beach,” I said to my wife. “He was something, wasn’t he?”
She smiled—softly at first, then with just a hint of mischief—and nodded. “He was.”
I leaned in a little closer. “Would you have done it with him?”
She looked at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, as my own smile gave away that I wasn’t entirely serious… she tilted her head slightly and answered, almost playfully—
“Maybe I would have.”
Then she turned it back on me. “Would you have wanted me to?”
I laughed. “What do you think? I write hotwife stories.”
She raised a finger, gently shaking it. “Those stay in your books.”
But then something shifted—just slightly.
She glanced down at her cocktail, lifted it towards her lips… and paused.
When she looked back at me, her tone had changed. Still soft, still controlled—but different.
“I think tomorrow,” she said quietly, “we should go back to that same beach.”
Before I could respond, she stood. “Let’s go and see what’s happening over there.” She nodded towards a small gathering further along the bar.
And just like that, the moment passed.
The next day, we did go back.
The beach was just as empty.
But he wasn’t there.
We didn’t talk about it again. Not the man, not the conversation, not what she’d said the night before. It was as if none of it had happened.
But by then…
The story already had.
Coming soon: Volume 2 of Her First Time – A Collection of Short Hotwife Stories
In May.
And this time, I didn’t have to imagine it from scratch.
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