| Author: | Elliot Silvestri | ISBN: | 9781310901584 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | September 30, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elliot Silvestri |
| ISBN: | 9781310901584 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | September 30, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Carrie is a devoted wife who works in the HR department. Jake bedded her years ago and she hates to admit it, but she loves sleeping with him and lying to her husband about it. Her reluctance to admit her need for outside sex is to the point where she has to ask Jake to tie her up for sex. Jake doesn’t mind. While he loves married women, he’ll do whatever they want or need for his carnal attention.
Jake finds all types of women attractive, but for him to have real interest in one, she had to have one singular quality he finds irresistible: she has to be married. Sex with another man’s wife is his kink and it’s the only way he can really enjoy himself. He’s found it surprisingly easy to bed married women, usually because they don’t get the attention they need at home with their husbands.
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part two of five.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, cheating spouses, sex with multiple partners, cuckolding, phone sex, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
I woke up with Carrie next to me. She didn’t want to take the cuffs off herself; she wanted me to do it. “Wake up,” she told me. “We both have to get to work.”
It was early and so I wanted to have sex. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. After glancing at the clock, I figured we had plenty of time, so I rolled Carrie onto her back and climbed on top.
“Don’t,” she protested half-heartedly. “We don’t have time.” With her hands up to her collar she couldn’t do much to stop me or to participate. That was fine with me.
“Sure we do,” I told her. Her protest was for show; she didn’t actually mean it. She might not have thought that she had time to get ready for work, but her body was more than ready for more sex. “You just lay back and relax. This is for me, not for you.”
“Isn’t that the advice given to sexless English women?” she asked. Even though her words were protesting what I was doing, the expression on her face told me that she didn’t believe a word she was saying. “Lay back and think of England?”
“If that’s what gets you off,” I agreed with her as things quickly heated up between us.
Carrie is a devoted wife who works in the HR department. Jake bedded her years ago and she hates to admit it, but she loves sleeping with him and lying to her husband about it. Her reluctance to admit her need for outside sex is to the point where she has to ask Jake to tie her up for sex. Jake doesn’t mind. While he loves married women, he’ll do whatever they want or need for his carnal attention.
Jake finds all types of women attractive, but for him to have real interest in one, she had to have one singular quality he finds irresistible: she has to be married. Sex with another man’s wife is his kink and it’s the only way he can really enjoy himself. He’s found it surprisingly easy to bed married women, usually because they don’t get the attention they need at home with their husbands.
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part two of five.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, cheating spouses, sex with multiple partners, cuckolding, phone sex, and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
I woke up with Carrie next to me. She didn’t want to take the cuffs off herself; she wanted me to do it. “Wake up,” she told me. “We both have to get to work.”
It was early and so I wanted to have sex. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. After glancing at the clock, I figured we had plenty of time, so I rolled Carrie onto her back and climbed on top.
“Don’t,” she protested half-heartedly. “We don’t have time.” With her hands up to her collar she couldn’t do much to stop me or to participate. That was fine with me.
“Sure we do,” I told her. Her protest was for show; she didn’t actually mean it. She might not have thought that she had time to get ready for work, but her body was more than ready for more sex. “You just lay back and relax. This is for me, not for you.”
“Isn’t that the advice given to sexless English women?” she asked. Even though her words were protesting what I was doing, the expression on her face told me that she didn’t believe a word she was saying. “Lay back and think of England?”
“If that’s what gets you off,” I agreed with her as things quickly heated up between us.
