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How a Poker Night and Musical Chairs Game Turned Me into a Cuckold
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- ISBN8231881598
- EAN9798231881598
- Date de parution16/06/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
David never imagined the fantasy would grip him so hard-or that it would ever come close to reality. He loved his wife Eliza. Her soft curves, her quiet intelligence, her innocence. For twelve years, their marriage had been a peaceful rhythm of comfort, routine, and gentle lovemaking. Safe. Predictable. Maybe a little too predictable. But everything changed the day Eliza received an invitation. A party hosted by Marcus Reed-tall, rich, Black, and effortlessly charismatic.
David remembered Marcus from college. Everyone remembered Marcus. And when he saw the way Marcus looked at Eliza that night-like he was unwrapping her with his eyes-something deep inside David cracked open. He told himself it was pride. Told himself it was just thrilling to watch another man admire his wife. But as Eliza's green dress clung tighter and the attention from other men intensified, so did David's arousal...
and his surrender. Eliza wasn't just playing poker that night. She was being watched, desired, consumed. And she felt it. For the first time in her life, she felt seen. Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted by more than just her husband. David didn't stop her. He couldn't. Every compliment, every glance, every near-touch pulled him deeper into the humiliating pleasure of watching the woman he loved become someone else's fantasy.
What began as a simple game night with drinks and laughter spiraled into something darker, something unspeakably erotic. A slow unraveling of Eliza's modesty-and David's control.
David remembered Marcus from college. Everyone remembered Marcus. And when he saw the way Marcus looked at Eliza that night-like he was unwrapping her with his eyes-something deep inside David cracked open. He told himself it was pride. Told himself it was just thrilling to watch another man admire his wife. But as Eliza's green dress clung tighter and the attention from other men intensified, so did David's arousal...
and his surrender. Eliza wasn't just playing poker that night. She was being watched, desired, consumed. And she felt it. For the first time in her life, she felt seen. Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted by more than just her husband. David didn't stop her. He couldn't. Every compliment, every glance, every near-touch pulled him deeper into the humiliating pleasure of watching the woman he loved become someone else's fantasy.
What began as a simple game night with drinks and laughter spiraled into something darker, something unspeakably erotic. A slow unraveling of Eliza's modesty-and David's control.
David never imagined the fantasy would grip him so hard-or that it would ever come close to reality. He loved his wife Eliza. Her soft curves, her quiet intelligence, her innocence. For twelve years, their marriage had been a peaceful rhythm of comfort, routine, and gentle lovemaking. Safe. Predictable. Maybe a little too predictable. But everything changed the day Eliza received an invitation. A party hosted by Marcus Reed-tall, rich, Black, and effortlessly charismatic.
David remembered Marcus from college. Everyone remembered Marcus. And when he saw the way Marcus looked at Eliza that night-like he was unwrapping her with his eyes-something deep inside David cracked open. He told himself it was pride. Told himself it was just thrilling to watch another man admire his wife. But as Eliza's green dress clung tighter and the attention from other men intensified, so did David's arousal...
and his surrender. Eliza wasn't just playing poker that night. She was being watched, desired, consumed. And she felt it. For the first time in her life, she felt seen. Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted by more than just her husband. David didn't stop her. He couldn't. Every compliment, every glance, every near-touch pulled him deeper into the humiliating pleasure of watching the woman he loved become someone else's fantasy.
What began as a simple game night with drinks and laughter spiraled into something darker, something unspeakably erotic. A slow unraveling of Eliza's modesty-and David's control.
David remembered Marcus from college. Everyone remembered Marcus. And when he saw the way Marcus looked at Eliza that night-like he was unwrapping her with his eyes-something deep inside David cracked open. He told himself it was pride. Told himself it was just thrilling to watch another man admire his wife. But as Eliza's green dress clung tighter and the attention from other men intensified, so did David's arousal...
and his surrender. Eliza wasn't just playing poker that night. She was being watched, desired, consumed. And she felt it. For the first time in her life, she felt seen. Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted by more than just her husband. David didn't stop her. He couldn't. Every compliment, every glance, every near-touch pulled him deeper into the humiliating pleasure of watching the woman he loved become someone else's fantasy.
What began as a simple game night with drinks and laughter spiraled into something darker, something unspeakably erotic. A slow unraveling of Eliza's modesty-and David's control.
