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The Happy Cuckold
The Happy Cuckold
The Happy Cuckold
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The Happy Cuckold

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The majority of my books have been written from the female’s point of view, naturally. But I’ve sometimes wondered how the men in the lives of my sexy heroines feel about their wives/girlfriends doing extremely naughty things, with and without their permission. So I set about writing this erotic book from the husband’s point of view when he is confronted by his wife informing him that she has slept with another man, and having enjoyed the experience she intends to do it again, and not necessarily just with him.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPhebe Bodelle
Release dateSep 20, 2015
ISBN9781311770523
The Happy Cuckold
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Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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    The Happy Cuckold - Phebe Bodelle

    The Happy Cuckold

    by

    Phebe Bodelle

    Smashwords 2nd Edition

    Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    All my books are dedicated to every person

    that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

    Authors Note

    Ninety-five percent of my books are written from the woman’s point of view, I am after all a human being of the female variety. I’ve often wondered how the men in my stories feel and react to the very sexy women I portray in my stories. My wives and girlfriends all have one thing in common, they are randy little bitches and the best of luck to them. However, there is always a man in the background having to put up with her sexy ways. Okay in my novels the men are usually fully compliant with their ladies’ peccadilloes. But thinking about this I wanted to try and write a story from the cuckold’s point of view.

    Finished, I gave the file to my husband and he made a few changes where he felt I had not captured the truth of how a man would think. I then passed the file to a very good male friend and he once again added a comment or two. So gentlemen thank you sincerely for your input it adds a ring of truth to the yarn.

    Finally, I want to thank M R Wallace for his patience and very keen eye when editing the book, his contribution and comments, sometimes funny, have I hope turned my rough work into a well written book.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    My Sexy Ghost (Bonus Story)

    Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

    About the Author

    Chapter 1

    ...so I just gave him a blow job.

    For the first time in years I felt a degree of jealousy, my wife Sue had never given me JUST a blow job, not ever. Yes, she had sucked my cock to its natural conclusion on occasion but it had always been during a particularly passionate sixty-nine, never a full blown sit back John and enjoy the ultimate in sexual delight.

    I’d better explain.

    Sue and I have been married for nineteen years, she is just the right side of forty and I’m just the wrong side. We have brought up two sons both of whom chose careers in the military, so they are living away from home so we are pretty free and clear to do as we please. Sue works in motion time management in a factory that produces a number of complicated electrical gismos that have to be assembled by hand. It is her job to sort out the most productive and efficient method of putting the bits and pieces together. Once a month she flies up North to the company’s other factory to see that the staff there are working in the manner she has prescribed. She stays in a hotel but is joined every night by Bob Masters one of the managers in the factory who she fucks every time she travels North. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve no problem with her fucking Bob. She tells me every intimate detail, we both get turned on and end up fucking. Lovely. However, on her return this particular time she said, God I was so tired, the flight was delayed so I had to spend an extra two hours at the airport and then it was straight into a three hour meeting the second I arrived in the factory. Then I was there until nine sorting out the evening shift. So by the time I had a bite to eat I was knackered. So I told Bob I’m too tired to fuck so I’ll just give you a blow job instead."

    I’ve just realised that you might have been a little shocked by my statement, ‘I’ve no problem with her fucking Bob,’ so I had better explain that too.

    The pair of us are a very sexual couple, we fucked the first time on our very first date and have been doing it ever since. Talking to friends I gather we do tend to fuck a lot more than most, even after nineteen years of wedded bliss. I’ll even admit that Sue is more sexually energetic than me, which leads into my statement.

    We had only been married a year when, after a night out with the ‘girls’, when she didn’t get home until after three in the morning that she admitted she had been with a guy from work.

    What do you mean been with? I demanded to know.

    Oh come on John you know what I mean.

    No spell it out for me, I want to hear the words.

    She looked at me with narrowed eyes and then with a hint of a smile on her face whispered, I fucked him.

    Pardon, I couldn’t hear that.

    I fucked him, she said louder. Let him get inside my knickers and poke my cunt, alright.

    Sue has a temper and the voice told me that she was beginning to lose it, quite why I don’t know, it was me I believe who had the right to start shouting and screaming. However, all I said was, I’m going to bed.

    Not that I slept.

    Sue slid in beside me an hour later having showered, she at least had the decency to clean herself of the taint of another man and within seconds was quietly snoring away leaving me to fume the night away. Little was said at breakfast the next morning. But that evening all hell broke loose as we had an almighty row, with me calling her every dirty tramp name I could think of. To which she came back at me with, it’s only sex, what is your fucking problem?

    I stewed for two days. Who would believe my wife of one year could be an adulterous bitch. What made it worse was the timing, just three months after the birth of our first son. I hadn’t even fucked her since the birth, wanting to give her body every chance to recover.

    When I eventually brought this up she told me, I thought you had gone off me, didn’t want to fuck me anymore.

    Which couldn’t have been further from the truth and I told her so. Darling I thought you didn’t want to do it with me, what with the baby and all.

    I wanted to a month after giving birth, but like I say you didn’t seem interested so in the end I was climbing up the wall. I have my needs John, as you well know, and when Eric came onto me I thought why the hell not.

    We left it there and went to bed but when I rolled over to touch Sue she said, not tonight John, if you don’t mind.

    I shook my head, not understanding.

    It just doesn’t feel right that’s all, perhaps tomorrow.

    I lay back, eyes closed thinking, and slowly began to rationalise the situation. I had

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