Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Seducing, Taking and Disciplining!
So the big news is this: I have a collection of cuckolding erotica out, called My Husband's Boss. This includes three ebooks which were previously published separately: Seduced By My Husband's Boss, Taken By My Husband's Boss, and Disciplined By My Husband's Boss.
You can buy on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble.
Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite!
"I am going to have you again," Jake told me in a matter-of-fact tone, and I thrilled to hear it. I wanted to protest but it would have been false.
Jake monitored my face, and smiled as he saw I wasn't going to say no. I found it hard to say yes, though. So I stayed silent.
Jake kissed the tip of my nose. "I'll take you back to your husband, and I shall tell him."
Jake laughed, and urged me to drink up, before taking my hand and leading me back out into the hotel corridors. He strode confidently, and knocked hard on the door to our room.
Darren wrenched the door open quickly, and he didn't seem surprised to see the pair of us before him. "Finished?" he sneered.
"For now," Jake said smoothly. "Thank you so much for the use of your wife. She was a delight. As always. She might be a little sore from the pounding, and do be careful of her ass. I think she'd really appreciate some cream on the bruises as they come out."
"What the hell have you done to her?"
"No more than she deserved. Or wanted."
Jake offered my hand across to Darren who stared at it for a moment, then took it. He looked baffled. "Gabby?"
"Darren." I swallowed and maintained eye contact. "I'm back."
"For how long?"
"Until the next time," I said, feeling a roaring of blood in my ears. "But I really, really… want you there, too."
Darren worked his mouth like a fish. Jake coughed and muttered a farewell, and left us both standing there in the doorway, staring at each other.
"Come in. Come to bed." He half-turned and began to walk into the room, then stopped and looked back at me. "You came back to me…?"
He was clearly working up to saying something significant. We went all the way into the room, and he gulped down the remains of the glass of champagne. I noticed he was a good half-way down the bottle. He faced me, eyes bright.
"Okay," he said. "Okay. Tell me all about it."