He thinks I'm busy with charity galas, sipping Chardonnay and baking damn scones. Honey, I'm bored out of my mind. My husband's away on business, leaving me ripe for the taking in this stifling mansion. And let me tell you, darling, I crave something *real*. Forget dainty touches, I need a man who knows how to use me, dominate me. The missionary position is so pedestrian - bring on the doggystyle, the cowgirl, anything where I'm spread wide and panting for more. I live for the heat of a forbidden touch, the thrill of being shared, the knowledge that somewhere else, someone else is claiming my body while my husband remains blissfully ignorant. I want to be used, marked, devoured. If you're a bull with a need for a hotwife and discretion is your middle name, meet me tonight. No games, just raw hunger. St. Paul's about to get a whole lot hotter.