My Wife, Marianne: A Fistful Of Fantasy

By Wendy Wilder

Rating: Erotica - Controversial Craig Barrington comes home expecting a demand for a divorce from his sweet wife, Marianne. He'd been to Sexology to watch his taboo fantasy of two women played out before his very eyes. And his wife found out. Now, she is sure to end their marriage. When Marianne takes him to the bedroom and ties him to her rocking chair, Craig begins to wonder just how far his wife will go. He's a little afraid he's going to end up on the missing persons list! But when Rose, the women from Sexology, joins Marianne, Craig gets something he's never dreamed of!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Torrid Books
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781611607277

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MY WIFE MARIANNE:

A FISTFUL OF FANTASY

by

Wendy Wilder

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Copyright © 2014 by Wendy Wilder

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Cover Artist: Gemini Judson

Editor: Fern Valentine

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I knew you’d get home eventually. Marianne’s soft voice hurt Craig more than if she’d screamed abuse at him. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t happy?

His wife sat on her wooden rocking chair in the corner of their bedroom. She wore her full length Ralph Lauren Cashmere trench coat, the coat he’d bought for her first anniversary present. She loved the coat so much, the significance of her leaving in it was a knife blade in his chest.

Craig closed the door behind him I’m happy. I love you. It’s just…

I’m not enough for you? She stood up and walked around until she had him almost backed into the same corner she’d sat in.

No, not that. You are more than enough. Nothing he could say would make his selfish needs sound reasonable. He stared at the floor, not able to look her into the eyes.

Craig Barrington tugged the knot of his necktie away from his throat, figuring he may as well be yanking it tighter. The secret encounter he’d paid for was no longer a secret and Craig couldn’t pull a defense out of his ass.

Oh, I just felt like watching two women licking pussy and fisting each other…No biggie.

That excuse wouldn’t cut it. Nothing would cut it.

Our sex life is static. I’ve known for a long time. I just never knew what to do about it, she said.

She stood up and her silken black hair fanned down around her shoulders. A petite and fragile porcelain doll. Why she’d ever given a meathead like him a second look he’d never known. Her fingers burned under his chin as Marianne forced him to look at her.

He towered over her and yet felt the smaller of the two. His voice was not much more than a whisper when he spoke. I’ll leave.

Welcome to divorce. His knuckles stung with pain where he’d punched the dashboard of his SUV. The text message from his wife earlier in the day encased his body in cold