| Author: | Reagan Snow | ISBN: | 9781524253028 |
| Publisher: | Snowflake Press, LLC | Publication: | March 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Reagan Snow |
| ISBN: | 9781524253028 |
| Publisher: | Snowflake Press, LLC |
| Publication: | March 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
A group of horny women, a wife who loves to win, and a bet with unforeseen consequences.
My wife and I bet on just about anything - who will mow the lawn the fastest. Who will wash the most dishes. Who can get to the grocery store and back the quickest. The more mundane the bet, the more exotic the payoff, but with this last bet, I am finding myself the center of attention in ways I never could have imagined. Is pegging a payoff I can handle? Will I beg them to stop? Or beg them for more…
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Preview
My wife is very competitive. Sam was a volleyball and softball player up through college. Even today she enjoys city league sports and prefers biking or walking to work. But she can’t just walk or bike to work. Every day she sends me text messages telling me how fast she got to work and then another one telling me how fast she got back home.
I, on the other hand, like to think that I am a smart competitor. I only compete in things that I think I can win. I don’t play basketball because I know I can’t shoot a foul shot. In fact, sports in general are not my thing.
I do compete with my wife in other areas. We count how many dishes we each wash each month or how fast we can finish our half of the grocery shopping list.
The more and more my wife and I have competed with our mundane tasks, the more we’ve become competitive about what we were betting. Losing the dish washing race used to mean the loser would have to do all of the dishes for the next month. Now the one of us who does fewer dishes has to wash all the dishes for the next month…naked.
A group of horny women, a wife who loves to win, and a bet with unforeseen consequences.
My wife and I bet on just about anything - who will mow the lawn the fastest. Who will wash the most dishes. Who can get to the grocery store and back the quickest. The more mundane the bet, the more exotic the payoff, but with this last bet, I am finding myself the center of attention in ways I never could have imagined. Is pegging a payoff I can handle? Will I beg them to stop? Or beg them for more…
Buy now to enjoy this hot story where men like it hard and women are in charge.
Preview
My wife is very competitive. Sam was a volleyball and softball player up through college. Even today she enjoys city league sports and prefers biking or walking to work. But she can’t just walk or bike to work. Every day she sends me text messages telling me how fast she got to work and then another one telling me how fast she got back home.
I, on the other hand, like to think that I am a smart competitor. I only compete in things that I think I can win. I don’t play basketball because I know I can’t shoot a foul shot. In fact, sports in general are not my thing.
I do compete with my wife in other areas. We count how many dishes we each wash each month or how fast we can finish our half of the grocery shopping list.
The more and more my wife and I have competed with our mundane tasks, the more we’ve become competitive about what we were betting. Losing the dish washing race used to mean the loser would have to do all of the dishes for the next month. Now the one of us who does fewer dishes has to wash all the dishes for the next month…naked.
