That’s not my husband.

I’m on my way home, looking forward to seeing my husband, who’s been away on a business trip. I haven’t had sex in days, and my mind has been racing with fantasies since yesterday. Just thinking about his touch, about him penetrating me, makes me wet. I unlock the door, see the light in the bedroom, and go in, full of anticipation… and there’s someone completely different in my bed. My husband sent him the keys to our apartment in Prague and a message. And what happened next was magical.