Naughty Stopover: Fucking My Best Friend’s Wife in Airport Hotel
Wheels of my suitcase rumble down the airport hotel corridor. July heat clings like sweat. Keycard beeps. Door clicks open. Room smells of stale AC and jet fuel. View over runways: planes taxi, roar. Unzip suitcase, shirt sticks to back. Phone buzzes. Beatrice: ‘Come to 412. Paul abroad. Talk jealousy.’ Paul’s wife. My best mate. […]