Cheating With The Biker Leader: A Fertile Cheating Wife Extra Spicy Romantic Story
By Evie Dawn
What was a loyal wife supposed to do when love showed up in the form of a sinfully attractive biker?
I couldn’t even describe what I felt when my husband, Steve, once again chose his boss over me, abandoning me in the middle of the night in the most dangerous part of the city.
He’d changed a lot since taking this new job, but this was a whole new level of neglect. Maybe I could have let slide the unsatisfactory — no, nonexistent — bedroom fun, or the way he ignored me when I reminded him I...
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What was a loyal wife supposed to do when love showed up in the form of a sinfully attractive biker?
I couldn’t even describe what I felt when my husband, Steve, once again chose his boss over me, abandoning me in the middle of the night in the most dangerous part of the city.
He’d changed a lot since taking this new job, but this was a whole new level of neglect. Maybe I could have let slide the unsatisfactory — no, nonexistent — bedroom fun, or the way he ignored me when I reminded him I was in my most fertile time of the month and it was the perfect moment to grow our family. I could even deal with the way he thought expensive gifts could make up for his behavior. But this? This was new. And it hurt like hell.
What I didn’t expect, though, was how that night would change my entire life.
Or the forbidden temptation of a man I was about to meet as I dragged my feet along a dark alley.
Blake exuded confidence and danger, and yet, not once in my life had I felt as safe as I did with him. Or as desired. The way he looked at me made my body react in ways I never thought possible, and I wanted him like no one else.
Despite the whispers of my inner loyal wife, reminding me of the ring on my finger and the vows I’d taken, I asked for what I wanted. And Blake was more than eager to give me everything. Especially after he discovered who I was married to — a man he hated with all his might.
It was supposed to be a win-win for both of us. He’d get his revenge on my husband, and I’d get to have him plant his seed over and over again in my fertile soil. And all of this, while we both enjoyed the most pleasurable seconds ever.
But with every illicit moment, each one riskier than the last, I found myself drawn to him in ways that not only spelled trouble for both of us but were also completely impossible.
And yet ... could I ever be more than a temporary, fertile plaything for him?
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