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

Ingrid Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 My evening letter ✍️ A few days after that evening of confidences 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 shimmering, my man at my side constantly, discreetly stroking my thigh. She was the one looking after 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 a little longer on me. At first discreet, then more and more openly so. Around 5 p.m., as she placed two fresh 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 beautiful,” she whispered without lowering her eyes. “I’m having 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, more daring: “If you’re staying 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, her hips swaying slightly, fully aware that we were both watching her. The silence that followed was heavy. My heart was pounding. I turned to my man. He was smiling, with that slightly predatory smile I love so much. “She didn’t hold back, did she?” he said softly. “Especially not in front of me…” I laughed nervously. We talked for a long time, lying on our loungers. About that unexpected proposition. About the excitement I was feeling. About the hint of jealousy he admitted feeling too, but was already turning into desire. We asked ourselves whether this was the sign we had been waiting for. A woman. Alone. Bold. Who had dared to do it in front of him. That evening, we didn’t reply right away. We had dinner facing the sea, hand in hand, imagining the 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 even as he offered me. Around 10 p.m., I finally sent Léa a message: “We’re still on the beach. Come have that drink… all 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 than a drink and burning looks will happen. Maybe we’ll go further. What’s certain is that this unexpected proposal, made openly in front of my man, raised our excitement and our bond a notch higher. That’s exactly what we needed: a door that opens naturally, without forcing it, in a beautiful setting. I’ll tell you what happens next… if you want. With desire and kindness, Ingrid (my heart still racing) Your Wishpride Ambassador