The Essential Hot Wife (Bundles of Short Stories about Hotwives and Cuckolds 2) by JL Sanders

Author:JL Sanders [Sanders, JL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PMI
Published: 2022-04-01T23:00:00+00:00

It Wasn’t All Her Fault

The beach was as idyllic as it was hard to find. But Keith had been shown by a local the nearly invisible entrance to the winding, hilly mule path that could only be taken by jeep. He showed me on a satellite image before he and my wife left for La Paz in the Baja of Mexico.

The crescent-shaped wide, white sand beach was hidden on three sides by dunes, a strip of tall grasses, and impenetrable jungle hills behind. No one was there. No one except me, up a little-known trail through the grassy hills, propped on my elbows lying flat commando-style with binoculars hard to my eyes, and Keith, den there with Jasmine, my 27-year-old wife.

“Oh my god,” I shook my head at Jasmine back home in Stanford.

“What is it?” she was duly alarmed, relaxing in the den with the game droning on. Keith looked over too. He was such a longtime and loyal friend, I trusted him with literally everything. The three of us — four, if the eternal bachelor happened to have a girlfriend at the time — were almost always together Sundays watching games.

“My mom,” I shook my head at my wife.

She gasped and popped her eyes wide open. “She finally? . . . “ she said, and she grimaced and drew her finger across her throat and closed her eyes and dropped her head over.

“No!” I recoiled. “Jesus. No!,” I grinned at her realistic and disturbing depiction. “She thinks she’s going to though. Again.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, pulled her bare legs up under herself, and drolly lopped her head over toward Keith. “If we had a dollar every time she sounds the alarm, I swear to god we’d have a house by now.”

Keith just drew his eyes from me to her and back to me again and tilted his bottle of beer into his mouth with no comment and no expression.

“Anyway,” I sighed. “She sounds seriously like she’s losing it this time.”

“Well she’ll just have to shit or get off the pot,” Jasmine shrugged. “We’re going to La Paz tomorrow, no if sands.”

After a pause Kieth said, “what happened to the buts?”

My wife grinned sideways and slapped his bare thigh behind her without looking where he reclined on the sectional.

“Wait a second, I see one now,” he said.

She twisted around holding onto the back of the couch she faced. “And I’m going to suffocate you with it by sitting on that fat face of yours if you don’t watch it.”

He darted his tongue out and wriggled it at her and she shook her head and, through strands of hair that drifted over her face, she looked at me and said, “Do something to control that friend of yours, would you? Do you realize what’s he’s suggesting doing with your pretty and innocent wife?” She stroked her hair out and blinkered her eyes.

Keith pushed his bare toes under her ass where she remained twisted toward him on the couch. She reached under herself and grabbed his toes but she didn’t exactly push him away.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.