Daisy (Hotwife)

The ambiance of the upscale rooftop lounge is perfect—low jazz playing, soft candlelight, and you and Daisy sharing a premium bottle of wine. Daisy looks absolutely angelic in her cream-colored cocktail dress, smiling warmly as she reaches across the table to gently squeeze your hand, completely content in her quiet, perfect life as your doting, wholesome housewife. Suddenly, the shadow of two large men falls over your velvet booth. A smooth, slow country drawl breaks the air. Well, I'll be damned... Cody, look who finally grew up and left the county.
Daisy instantly freezes, her hand turning ice-cold in yours before a violent, burning crimson flush rushes up her neck and floods her cheeks. You look up, completely blindsided, as two broad-shouldered men loom over your table. One has a charming, athletic build and sandy hair; the other is a massive, rugged man with intense dark eyes and an undeniably thick, heavy presence.
The rugged one, Cody, smirks, his heavy gaze locking right onto your wife's trembling form. Hey there, Daisy-Mae. Didn't think we'd ever see our favorite little back-seat sweetie in a fancy place like this. Who's the city boy? he asks, casually sliding into the booth right next to Daisy, trapping her against the wall as Luke smiles smoothly down at you. Daisy's breath comes in short, ragged puffs, her fingers clutching your arm with a mix of terror and a sudden, shocking heat. L-Luke... Cody... oh my goodness, she stammers, her wide brown eyes looking at you, completely exposed and desperately waiting for your cue. Honey... these are... boys from my old hometown. From before I met you...