I'm Cheating on You - A Nymphomaniac Hotwife Story
Thomas Roberts
Verlag: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Beschreibung
"I'm cheating on you." David should have realized it already. Her clues had been out there to see if he'd paid attention! Now shocked outrage is warring with his lusty curiosity as he stares at his gorgeous young hotwife. "Tell me about the men you've been seeing," he demands before his courage fails. "One at a time." His whole world changes when she doesn't only tell him...she shows him! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ The bar was packed, and I shouldered through the crowd of loud men with drinks in their hands. I managed to make it to the bar and order a drink. After that, I casually surveyed the crowd, hoping to spot Alica. We saw each other at the same time. My wife sat uncomfortably pressed against the wall of a booth with three men. I leaned against the end of the bar by the waitress station, where I could see her. I pegged the guy sitting next to her, his bulk pressing her into the wall, as not her type. He was trying to monopolize her by talking, but Alica seemed not to notice him. Instead, she focused on the man sitting opposite her. They were smiling at each other, and based only on their smiles, I thought something might have been happening under the table. Dropping down to retie a shoelace gave me the picture. My saucy wife had kicked off one shoe and was resting her foot against the man’s crotch and using her toes to stimulate him. I stood and kneeled again to retie the other shoe. The man across from her had his leg extended with his foot pushing up Alica’s short skirt. My wife’s hand was on his stockinged toes, and a smile was on her face when the fat man beside her made a big mistake. Noticing that my wife was smiling at the younger man across the table, he uttered what I took as a sharp rebuke. I guessed it was something like, “Do you mind, kid? We’re talking here, so go away.” The booth went still, and I moved closer as Alica glared at the pompous fool. Then, without warning, she tossed her drink in his face. He howled in protest as the booth emptied, and when he cocked his fist I assumed he would be swinging for my wife. I grabbed his elbow to stop him. When he turned on me he was wet, bellowing, and enraged as his other arm was now held by my wife, I hit him as hard as I could, and blood flew from his nose. Alica pushed herself under and out from the table. Then taking mine and the hand of her footsie partner, she pulled us through the gathering crowd and out the door. All the attention was on the sputtering fool in the booth as we escaped.
Verfügbar seit: 15.02.2023.
Drucklänge: 31 Seiten.
