A Day in the Life... of a Hotwife

It’s just past eleven in the morning when the doorbell rings.

Sierra sets aside the laundry she’s folding and pushes up from the couch to head to the front door. She pauses to check her reflection in the mirror in the entryway, and once satisfied that her hair is in place and her makeup still looks good, she opens the door and offers a smile to the man standing on the porch.