Finding Our New Sister Wife

The moment the woman hears me ask if she'd like to date my husband, she nearly falls off her bar stool. Her reaction is priceless, but not untypical. I watch as she regains her composure quickly, straightening up on the stool and fixing me with a puzzled but cautious gaze.
She's beautiful. She has long dark hair and eyes the color of a Caribbean sky. Her body is perfect and curvy. I'd say she's a C-cup. Not too thick. Not too skinny. Just the way Alexander likes them. The way he liked me when we first met two years ago.
Her name is Rosalynn, and the first thing she asks as we sit down in the coffee shop is why I chose her. I tell her she's beautiful, and that I can easily tell she's the type of woman Alexander is attracted to, at least physically, and from my experience that's a pretty good place to start. The truth is Alexander certainly has a type, and Rosalynn and I are very similar in our physical appearance.
As we reach our room, a sense of anticipation tingles in the air. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, we step inside, the door closing behind us with a soft click. Alexander and I watch Rosalynn walk to the middle of the room and turn towards us with a smile. Slowly she drops her towel, then peels out of her bikini. I feel my jaw drop. Her body is exquisite, her soft curves glowing in the afternoon light. I watch as she lets down her long dark hair, as it spreads out across her shoulders when she gives it a little shake.

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