My Big Black Bodyguard Banged my Wife!

By Alana Melos

After a long day working hard for the people of his state, Senator Lyonel Pryce comes home to see his wife in the arms of another man... his big, black security guard D'artagnan Jackson! Read this steamy tale to get all the sordid details as Lyonel realizes his Big, Black Bodyguard Banged his Wife!

This erotic tale contains cuckoldry, m/f, oral, masturbation & voyeurism, and is 4300+ words!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alana Melos
• Release date: Jul 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310751646

Alana Melos

ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat. If you want to stay updated on new releases, please sign up for my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/cfQK35

Book preview

Senator Lyonel Pryce sat down heavily in his limo as his bodyguard, D’artagnan Jackson, closed the door behind him. He’d argued passionately in favor of the bill he’d proposed what seemed like forever ago… and it had passed. His whole platform was education reform, and finally he’d been able to keep his campaign promises. Lyonel pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to relax, as a knock upon the window caught his attention. He rolled it down partway to see D’artagnan standing there. The secret service agent had a straight look on his handsome ebony face, but he always did. Very rarely had the senator seen his bodyguard smile or frown. Yes?

     Mrs. Pryce requests to be taken directly home, sir, D’artagnan said. She wished me to ask what you wanted?

Lyonel looked at his bodyguard, lowering his hand to his lap. D’artagnan’s suit was well pressed, but not fancy, not expensive. His hair was almost non-existent; he wore it cropped close to his head. Though the senator couldn’t see his eyes at the moment, he knew they were warm brown, conveying a detached friendliness which only customer service representatives and security guards managed to perfect. The whole package… the tall, lean body… the handsome features… the dangerous job… D’artagnan had the whole package, and the senator would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t jealous.

His bodyguard waited for the answer, and Lyonel realized he’d been lost in his thoughts. Yes… ah… if she wants to go home, take her home and take care of her. I’ll stay with Jensen. I shouldn’t be much longer. I have just a quick meeting with Senator Harding, but then I’ll be home directly.

D’artagnan nodded his head. Yes, sir, he said, cool professionalism as always evident in his voice and demeanor. As the bodyguard moved away, the senator rolled the window up again. He became quickly lost in his thoughts once more, wanting desperately to get home and relax, but knowing he had to suffer this one last meeting.

The pressure of his job weighed on his shoulders like Atlas carrying the world. Of course, the senator was just