The Cuckolding Chronicles (4)
The next morning, Kristen and I ran into Zed and Lesley at breakfast. They looked refreshed, casual, and entirely too confident. Zed offered to show us around the city, and I agreed before Kristen could even answer. I wasn’t about to miss the chance to see how far their charm could stretch.
Zed played the perfect host. He spoke with ease and moved through the streets of Rome like he owned them. Every time he leaned in to point out some ancient pillar or statue, his hand found Kristen’s lower back. At first, it was subtle. Then it wasn’t. His hand slid lower with each stop, resting longer, gripping firmer. Kristen never stopped him. Not once.
I watched him touch her áss while we looked up at a cathedral dome. She shifted closer to him without saying a wor
