Cuckolded By My Black Boss...Again! Part 2

By Lisa Winters

Warning. This 4700 word story contains graphic sexual language. It is intended for readers 18+
John's wife Marilyn is cuckolding him with his black boss, he's sure of it. But John isn't going to take his wife philandering sitting down! He resolves to catch them in the act. But even careful plans backfire, and John might end up seeing a side of his wife he never wanted to!

Excerpt. He poured two glasses of champagne. Handing one to her, he sat down close to my wife. Their legs were nearly touching. Marilyn turned to him with a smirk.
"To my loser husband!"
Tyrell smiled too, "To your lose husband, who I now own!"
Marilyn smiled, "His business is yours, his paycheck is yours, Guess his wife should be yours too!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winters-Marazza Publishing
• Release date: Jul 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311407726

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Cuckolded By My Black Boss…Again! Part 2

Lisa Winters

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The first sensation I felt when I woke up was a deep, aching throb in my head. My body cried out in protest as I tried to open my dry, scratchy eyes. I peeled them open; the dim light of morning was mercifully soft on my delicate brain. My mouth felt like it was full of desert sand. I rose and stumbled toward the bathroom. My wife’s form was curled up on the bed next to me, snoring softly. I made it the bathroom and downed a glass of water. Then another. At least my mouth