My Husband's Gone, Time To Be A Whore. Cheating Hotwives Erotica Stories
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- Date de parution02/03/2025
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Résumé
Rachel is in her garden when her neighbor Michael looks across the fence, asking her how she's doing. She informs him that she's home alone with her husband on a business trip, and he invites her over for lunch...all perfectly harmless, right?But she and him both know better, and neither of them is all too surprised when things escalate from their tasty meal - just maybe a bit surprised at how easy she is making it for him to let loose and use her, all night long, and in every way he wants to...
Because there is one thing her husband Steven isn't great at, and that is taking her without asking all these god damned questions...---Michael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, something that promised this wasn't just about ice cream or movies. "You're full of surprises tonight, " he said, his voice low and warm. "But I like it."He stood, offering her a hand, and she took it, letting him help her to her feet.
He picked up her dress from where it lay discarded, holding it out for her as she stepped into it, the soft fabric feeling rough against her sensitive skin. She adjusted it carefully, smoothing it over her hips as he watched, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and hunger. "Alright, " he said, his voice casual but firm. "Let's go. But just so you know, if we're going to act like a couple, I'm not letting you pay for your own ice cream.
That's not how this works."Rachel laughed, the sound low and throaty, as she grabbed her purse from the lounger. "Fine, " she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't think this means you can be all nice and polite. I'm still your little whore for the night, remember?"Michael grinned, his hand slipping around her waist as he guided her toward the house. "Oh, I remember, " he murmured, his voice thick with promise.
"And I plan to remind you of it every chance I get."
Because there is one thing her husband Steven isn't great at, and that is taking her without asking all these god damned questions...---Michael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, something that promised this wasn't just about ice cream or movies. "You're full of surprises tonight, " he said, his voice low and warm. "But I like it."He stood, offering her a hand, and she took it, letting him help her to her feet.
He picked up her dress from where it lay discarded, holding it out for her as she stepped into it, the soft fabric feeling rough against her sensitive skin. She adjusted it carefully, smoothing it over her hips as he watched, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and hunger. "Alright, " he said, his voice casual but firm. "Let's go. But just so you know, if we're going to act like a couple, I'm not letting you pay for your own ice cream.
That's not how this works."Rachel laughed, the sound low and throaty, as she grabbed her purse from the lounger. "Fine, " she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't think this means you can be all nice and polite. I'm still your little whore for the night, remember?"Michael grinned, his hand slipping around her waist as he guided her toward the house. "Oh, I remember, " he murmured, his voice thick with promise.
"And I plan to remind you of it every chance I get."
Rachel is in her garden when her neighbor Michael looks across the fence, asking her how she's doing. She informs him that she's home alone with her husband on a business trip, and he invites her over for lunch...all perfectly harmless, right?But she and him both know better, and neither of them is all too surprised when things escalate from their tasty meal - just maybe a bit surprised at how easy she is making it for him to let loose and use her, all night long, and in every way he wants to...
Because there is one thing her husband Steven isn't great at, and that is taking her without asking all these god damned questions...---Michael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, something that promised this wasn't just about ice cream or movies. "You're full of surprises tonight, " he said, his voice low and warm. "But I like it."He stood, offering her a hand, and she took it, letting him help her to her feet.
He picked up her dress from where it lay discarded, holding it out for her as she stepped into it, the soft fabric feeling rough against her sensitive skin. She adjusted it carefully, smoothing it over her hips as he watched, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and hunger. "Alright, " he said, his voice casual but firm. "Let's go. But just so you know, if we're going to act like a couple, I'm not letting you pay for your own ice cream.
That's not how this works."Rachel laughed, the sound low and throaty, as she grabbed her purse from the lounger. "Fine, " she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't think this means you can be all nice and polite. I'm still your little whore for the night, remember?"Michael grinned, his hand slipping around her waist as he guided her toward the house. "Oh, I remember, " he murmured, his voice thick with promise.
"And I plan to remind you of it every chance I get."
Because there is one thing her husband Steven isn't great at, and that is taking her without asking all these god damned questions...---Michael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, something that promised this wasn't just about ice cream or movies. "You're full of surprises tonight, " he said, his voice low and warm. "But I like it."He stood, offering her a hand, and she took it, letting him help her to her feet.
He picked up her dress from where it lay discarded, holding it out for her as she stepped into it, the soft fabric feeling rough against her sensitive skin. She adjusted it carefully, smoothing it over her hips as he watched, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and hunger. "Alright, " he said, his voice casual but firm. "Let's go. But just so you know, if we're going to act like a couple, I'm not letting you pay for your own ice cream.
That's not how this works."Rachel laughed, the sound low and throaty, as she grabbed her purse from the lounger. "Fine, " she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't think this means you can be all nice and polite. I'm still your little whore for the night, remember?"Michael grinned, his hand slipping around her waist as he guided her toward the house. "Oh, I remember, " he murmured, his voice thick with promise.
"And I plan to remind you of it every chance I get."
