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Using the Submissive Wife. The Submissive Wife, #3
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- ISBN8231514397
- EAN9798231514397
- Date de parution03/10/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
"Don't forget who's your master."No doubt about it. My husband is a dominant, possessive man. I'd never have thought that he would share me with another man. And yet, here he is, inviting a stranger into our chamber of pleasures. I don't really have a say, since I accepted his ??free use idea. An entire weekend to satisfy his needs. Their needs. My arms tied, my eyes blindfolded, I have to submit to their lustful games.
I'm just a doll used for their desires. And I love that. But I can't help wondering. Who is this stranger with such an expert tongue? Secretly, I hope it's him. The tattooed man who watched my husband pin me down on his office desk to have his way with me. I felt so humiliated to be exposed to his gaze. And so wet. But the worst? I didn't tell my husband we had a witness, preferring to feast on the sweet thrill of the forbidden.
I know, it's bad. Maybe I should be punished for this. In the end, none of it really matters. Not when these two men trap me between their muscular bodies, making me scream in ecstasy. Will I survive their invasions, or will it be too much pleasure for one woman?
I'm just a doll used for their desires. And I love that. But I can't help wondering. Who is this stranger with such an expert tongue? Secretly, I hope it's him. The tattooed man who watched my husband pin me down on his office desk to have his way with me. I felt so humiliated to be exposed to his gaze. And so wet. But the worst? I didn't tell my husband we had a witness, preferring to feast on the sweet thrill of the forbidden.
I know, it's bad. Maybe I should be punished for this. In the end, none of it really matters. Not when these two men trap me between their muscular bodies, making me scream in ecstasy. Will I survive their invasions, or will it be too much pleasure for one woman?






















