My Wife’s Secret Guest

I came home early from a business trip and found the guest bedroom door locked from the inside.

My wife Kingsley frantically blocked my way.

"That's for my mom. She's a light sleeper—don't wake her up."

But her mother had just left for a world tour last month.

I nodded and turned toward the study.

I opened the home security system I'd just installed a few days ago.

On the screen, a strange man lay on the guest bedroom bed.

And there was my wife in sexy lingerie and black stockings, riding that man hard, hips thrusting up and down.