Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 My evening letter ✍️ A few days after that eveni

Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 My evening letter ✍️ A few days after that evening of confessions on the sofa, we decided to treat ourselves to a weekend just for the two of us in La Grande Motte. Private beach, blazing sun, the gentle sound of the waves and that delicious feeling of being away from everything. We were settled under a white parasol, my oiled body glistening, my man beside me, constantly and discreetly stroking my thigh. She was the one taking care of us all day. A young waitress in her thirties, golden skin, a frank smile, black hair tied in a high ponytail. Her name was Léa. Every time she brought our cocktails, her gaze lingered on me a little longer. First discreet, then more and more openly. Around 5 p.m., as she set two new glasses on the small teak table, she leaned a little closer to me. Her perfume, a blend of monoi and warm skin, wrapped around me. “You’re truly gorgeous,” she whispered without looking away. “I’ve had trouble focusing ever since earlier…” My partner raised an amused eyebrow, but said nothing. He just squeezed my hand a little tighter. Léa went on, bolder: “If you stay tonight… I finish my shift at 9 p.m. I’d love to offer you one last drink. The two of you, or… just you, if you prefer.” She slipped a small folded note under my glass. Her number and a discreet smiley. Then she walked away, swaying her hips slightly, aware that we were both watching her. The silence that followed was charged. My heart was racing. I turned to my man. He was smiling, that slightly predatory smile I love so much. “She didn’t hide it, did she?” he said softly. “And right in front of me…” I laughed nervously. We talked for a long time, lying back on our loungers. About this unexpected proposal. About the excitement I was feeling. About the hint of jealousy he admitted to feeling too, but was already turning into desire. We wondered whether this was the sign we had been waiting for. A woman. Alone. Bold. Who had dared in front of him. That evening, we didn’t answer right away. We had dinner facing the sea, hand in hand, imagining scenarios. Me between her and him. Their two mouths on my skin. Her hands softer than his, her kisses different. Him watching, taking part, protecting me from the gaze while also offering me to it. Around 10 p.m., I finally sent Léa a message: “We’re still on the beach. Come have that drink… the three of us. No pressure. Just to see.” She replied almost immediately, with a simple ❤️. We still don’t know how the evening will unfold. Maybe nothing more will happen than a drink and burning looks. Maybe we’ll go further. What’s certain is that this unexpected proposal, made out in the open in front of my man, took our excitement and our closeness up a notch. It was exactly what we needed: a door opening naturally, without forcing anything, in a beautiful setting. I’ll tell you the rest… if you want. With desire and kindness, Ingrid (still with a racing heart) Your Wishpride Ambassador