mature stories and histories

I get off work and start walking towards the bus stop. When I get to the bus shelter, I set my backpack down. I pull out my phone, trying to put some music on for my ride home. Suddenly I hear a loud horn, and look up to see you in your bright orange, beautiful car. You wave me over and tell me to get in, saying you'll give me a ride....

Warning: If you do not like Hotwife stories where the wife has sex with other men, please read something else.
For the reader: It was time to let go of this part of Tiia's story. I have been editing this for too long already. I hope you enjoy the result. This is the fourth part of the series. If you have not read the previous parts, I urge you to do so. Some of the events and characters are linked to previous parts, and some of the events and discussion will link to future parts....