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  A hotwife desires for her son to be included in the school's football team. What better way to secure this than for her to bribe the school coach with the best currency available . . . *      *      * The motel was located on an exit lane off the main highway leading towards the airport. A shabby looking structure that looked like it was so close to being labelled as dilapidated. “You not going to tell me who it is we’re meeting here?” April asked as they got to the top floor and took a left turn along the corridor. “All in good time,” said Jenny. “For God’s sake, I need to know,” she whined. Jenny took off her sunglasses as they came and stopped in front of a door. April looked at the door and imagined something dreadful about to jump out and surprise them. “This is it,” Jenny pocketed her glasses then knocked on the door. The door opened a crack and at first neither could make out the figure of the man standing due to the darkness of the room. It w...

Check out this excerpt from my recently published erotic novel “ The Submissive Wife ”.  Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, leave a comment letting me know how much you dig it . *         *         * Just another typical summer evening somewhere in the city.  A blue Honda pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, and then the front door opened and a middle-aged man in a brown jacket came down and glanced furtively around which way before shutting the door.  He adjusted the collar of his jacket and ran a hand over the sparse growth of hair that matted his head before approaching the restaurant’s entrance. He entered the restaurant and unfurled a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab his face.  His name was Donald, and he was here to make a transaction.   Few people were occupying the restaurant at that hour: middle...

I have been standing out in the corridor by myself for nearly a half-hour. Our Golden Retriever, Rex, sat beside my feet for company. He had fretted and gripped against my pants leg as I have been since Doris led her lover Marcus into our bedroom. Sometimes I rest my ear against the door to listen in; Doris had left the key in its place so I could not peep inside. I heard mild grunts and squeaks and bumps, sounding like the bed was moving or banging against the wall. My breath formed most on the door. My hand grabbed at my crotch. Twice I had scurried away to a nearby toilet to jerk-off. My head was filled with images of what they were doing in the bedroom. Marcus was giving Doris the fuck of her life. I have been fortunate to watch them fuck the first time in the living room a week ago. Doris had warned him to sit and remain quiet, to which he did. He had bottled up his urges while he watched Marcus make mincemeat of his wife. Doris had screamed. She had whimpere...