She’s just met the guy who might make her change her mind about going back for seconds. Or not…
Ever since I gave myself permission to cheat on my jerk of a husband, I’ve had one rule: never sleep with the same guy twice. Maybe that makes me a slut, but the last thing I want is some needy guy hanging around asking for things I can’t do. Like get a divorce…
Look, I gave my husband the best years of my youth. There’s no way I’m going to divorce him and lose all that lovely mone...
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She’s just met the guy who might make her change her mind about going back for seconds. Or not…
Ever since I gave myself permission to cheat on my jerk of a husband, I’ve had one rule: never sleep with the same guy twice. Maybe that makes me a slut, but the last thing I want is some needy guy hanging around asking for things I can’t do. Like get a divorce…
Look, I gave my husband the best years of my youth. There’s no way I’m going to divorce him and lose all that lovely money. I’m holding out for him to die and make me a rich widow.
In the meantime, my newest real estate client Duncan is just what I need to satisfy my newfound urges. The talk show host is ripped and handsome and a little bit kinky. Before I know what’s happening, he’s got me tied up in this adorable little Tudor while he pounds into me from behind.
Speaking of behinds, Duncan’s about to breach an opening that no man has ever dared explore. I can’t wait to see what happens next...
Warning: This short story is about 4,000 words of filthy cheating wife sex. Reader discretion is advised.
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