She sends the group text to his poker buddies, “Game on! 9. Don’t be late,” and quickly sets his phone on the table.
8:58 pm
“Are you sure about this?” he asks his naked wife, checking the cinches at her wrists then slides the sleep mask on her.
“Yes.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” he says as he takes off his shirt. “God, you look so hot,” he says as he slips off his shoes and socks sitting on the side of the bed.
“Shit,” he yells as the doorbell rings.
She hears the footsteps.
“My friends just showed up.”
