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Hotwife Next Door
(Scarlett Steele)

"That is fucking weird," I say to myself as I go to the refrigerator to get a little orange juice.  I shake my head as I pour a small glass of the pulpy concoction.  After taking a sip I pick up my smartphone from the countertop.  "Kirk, maybe?" I say as I look up his number.  Kirk Martin and I attended college together and he now works as a data consultant just on the other side of town.  He's done some strange shit over the years, including fucking the occasional housewife, and he's not been bashful about sharing what he's up to with me.  I ring up his number and wait for him to answer.



"Hello?" says a voice at the other end of the line.  



"Yeah, Kirk?"  



"In the flesh," he replies with his characteristic flair.  "Who's this?"