Hotwife (smiling softly, leaning close):
“Baby, I’ve been thinking… I want to shift my dates home instead of running to hotels every time.”

Cuck (eyes widening, voice low):
“W-what? Here? At home? But… what about our kids, and the neighbors? They’ll… they’ll notice.”

Hotwife (calm, confident, stroking his cheek):
“Listen, love. Every hotel costs a lot of money. The rent of those rooms piles up. And you know how uneasy I feel with the hotel staff staring at me, or seeing me walk in and out. Honestly, it’s more dangerous for privacy there. Anyone can see us.”

Cuck (hesitant, fidgeting):
“I-I understand… but bringing it here feels so close. So risky…”

Hotwife (whispering in his ear, teasing):
“It’s not risky if we’re smart. We’ve got that unused storeroom. With a little work, it can be made soundproof… private… perfect for me and my bull. You could even help set it up.”

Cuck (voice trembling, almost pleading):
“But the kids… what if they ask where you are?”

Hotwife (smirking, playful yet firm):
“That’s where you come in. You’ll manage them, keep them busy. And if they ask? You’ll tell them Mom has yoga lessons. Simple. Believable.”

Cuck (swallows hard, voice thin):
“I… I suppose… but you’ll be right here, in our own house… with him…”

Hotwife (gently cupping his chin, locking eyes):
“Yes, baby. And you always say you feel missed, left out, when I’m away. This way you’ll be part of it full-time. If my bull allows, you may even watch. And even if you don’t, you’ll hear everything through the door. Isn’t that exciting, honey?”

Cuck (face flushing, torn between shame and arousal):
“I… I don’t know if I can handle that…”

Hotwife (pressing her lips to his ear, voice dripping with heat):
“You’ll handle it. You’ll love it. Because deep down, you want me to have more. And now… I need more. Every time going out is too much. Here, it will be easy. Private. And you, my sweet little husband, will finally be part of it all…”