Cheating Wives Erotica Vol. 1

By Sophie Sin

Four erotic short stories by Sophie Sin. Included are the story of a husband cheating with another's wife, a bride that needs an alpha male quality spanking, the God of Kink defiling a cheating wife with some surprises, an act of voyeurism that leads to a kinky cheating threesome, and a one night only threesome for pay. There is something for everyone within!

'Cheating Wives Erotica Vol. 1' contains the following four stories:

# Riding A Cheating Wife (Seduction)
I can't stand to be around her a second longer. Being near the woman that I dreamed of – fantasized about – for such a long time like this is too much. In a moment of weakness I run from the room, and her, not knowing that in doing so I will set off a chain of events that will allow me to live out my wildest and most thrilling fantasies with the one woman that I shouldn't.

# Cheating Bride (Spanking)
Dicky doesn't believe me. The man – huge, tats, angry – isn't having any of it. He points to his knee. Right now I don't understand, but soon I will. I'm a bad girl and I'm going to get my spanking. I hope I don't enjoy it too much.

# Defiling A Cheating Wife (Reversal)
To defile a cheating wife... Such a burden lies on the shoulders of only one man. That she is blond, heavy of breast, snug of waist and with hips that flare out beyond the meaning of wide is of no consequence. The God of Kink, The Defiler, has made his choice. Pity he's not quite as smart as he thinks he is. Surprises within.

# Watching My Wife Cheat (Voyeurism)
She cheated in front of his eyes and he was hurt by it. There were words and a taking of her body that was not gentle. Now, he stands before his friend – the one responsible for this – but finds something beyond anger in the other man's eyes. Three people share a night that began in a closet and ends in a wife with fully pleased.

# Selling The Boss's Wife (One Night Only / Threesome)
She could have had anyone, but she chose me. Unfortunately, things aren't going too well and a choice needs to be made. Her solution: Selling her to a rich man for one night only. There are so many implications and I hold so many fears. Will she still be able to love me after what we both know must be done? How strong is our love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Sep 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310169656

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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CHEATING WIVES EROTICA VOL. 1

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This is a collection of short works of around 5000 words. If you would like to find more collections like this then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing several stories each). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Short disclaimer: All individuals represented within this text are over the age of 21 and full and completely are shown to consent in all ways to the sexual activities that take place within this collection of short works.

Table of Contents

Riding A Cheating Wife

The Cheating Bride

Defiling A Cheating Wife

Watching My Wife Cheat

Selling The Boss's Wife

Riding A Cheating Wife

(Cheater Wives Series)

To Cheat Or Not To Cheat

Harry Harris, 25 years old, drunk at his older brother's birthday party.

There's a few things that a man shouldn't have to face in his life. Mine is this: Should I cheat or not cheat with the woman sitting directly across from me at the kitchen table of her small suburban home?

That's not an easy question to answer. Nancy is beautiful: Rosy blond just under shoulder length hair with diamond blue flecked eyes that seem to blaze like stars when she looks at me. Her toned and tanned arms are folded across each other with the long glass of her drink in one hand. They cup her large breasts and push them up and out to nearly spill from the light blue top that she's wearing.

My eyes are resting on them when, to her left, Jenny, a friend of ours, reaches out and grabs the thin glass bottle that holds the vodka from the pile of mixers in the table. As she does, Nancy glances Jenny's way to ask for some extra in her glass and I feel a light sense of dismay blow over me, which soon subsides when I return to enjoying the rest of her.

Nancy's skin glows with the freshness of youth. Her cheeks are reddened from the liquor and her love-heart shaped face with its buttoned nose that defines cuteness is turned up in a pleasant expression of enjoyment as Kathy, Jenny's roommate, begins teasing the woman about being much too fond of the drink, the latter drunkenly slapping the table in protest and revealing the truth of Kathy's words in the process.

I take only a single greedy second, as there are too many others at the table to not be extremely careful in checking Nancy out, at her trim waist which tapers inwards from a top and bottom that are very heavy around the breasts and buttocks.

Finally, after some time contemplating how a woman could have a waist that trim with breasts that huge, I give myself the moment of enjoyment that I have being holding back from and allow myself to glance at her lips – those incredible lips of hers – which are always so shamelessly full and ever teasing. It takes me far too long to rip my gaze away from them.

Reaching out and turning my eyes away to hide my lust and indecision, I grab up the vodka bottle that Jenny has just returned from the hard wooden surface of the brown polished kitchen table to slosh a SOLID helping of the spicy liquid into my green and white patterned glass tumbler as thoughts I know I shouldn't be entertaining tear through my mind with demonic aggressiveness.

The simple thought of kissing those lips is like hell fire to my heart. I can almost taste their sweetness and it makes me wonder... If I stole a kiss (how bad could it really be?), would I find their true flavor to be the same as what I think it would be?

Nancy throws a hand across the crowded table and pats mine mid-conversation. It breaks me out of my thoughts (something I can say I'm quite grateful for considering how wrong they are) and brings me back to the real world. Those sexy lips are wide in a white flashing smile and the small high pitch laugh that exits her mouth is cute to the point of being too much for me. She asks me a question and I struggle for a reply that is lost in the discussion going on around us when given.

The group of party goers we are sitting with have gathered together to talk of the past. We are reminiscing about our youth and of those that are important to us. However, neither I or Nancy speak of what every