The Cuckquean Wife’s Valentine Surprise

By Serena Synn

Dominant Talia stumbles across submissive Cinnamon one day while walking into a coffee shop.

Turns out the little sub was in need of a firm hand. Talia was more than happy to help her out, as long as Cinn didn’t mind catering to Talia’s fetish. Talia is a cuckquean and uses her subs as cuckcakes, toys to let her husband have sex with in front of her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serena Synn
• Release date: Feb 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370368549

Serena Synn

Serena Synn is a forty something erotica author who isn’t afraid to get “dirty” in the name of research. Unlike many erotica authors she will gladly admit she likes to “practice what she preaches”.  Serena is bisexual and willing to experiment with a wide variety of sexy scenarios that she can put on the page for your reading pleasure. She and her husband are swingers. They turned to swinging so Serena can fully indulge in her cuckquean fantasies (which means she loves to watch her husband have sex with other women) A voyeur at heart she loves to watch.  She’s also a little bit of an exhibitionist and loves to show off her BBW (big beautiful woman) curves. When she's not writing Serena collects vintage smut- everything from pinups to lingerie to Victorian porn. She loves to indulge in erotic aesthetics, be it art or porn. 

Book preview

The Cuckquean Wife’s Valentine Surprise

I hustled toward the coffee shop, staring at my phone, desperately in need of a coffee fix before going into the office.

I ran into her. Literally ran right into her.

An auburn haired young woman was crouched on the edge of the snowy sidewalk fiddling with her shoe. Poor thing had snapped a heel.

I almost knocked her into the snowy slush of the parking lot. I’m so sorry, sweetie. Do you need a hand?

I put my hand out to help her stand up.

She reached out and grabbed my hand to steady herself. Big blue eyes gazed at me from under thick dark lashes. She looked lost, unsure of what to do.

Thanks. I’m having a bad day, she replied.

I see that, broken heel and no cobbler in sight.

Confusion scrunched her features. Of course, she wouldn’t know what the hell a cobbler was. She looked pretty young, it wasn’t a word used much in modern conversation. If you were well read you would know, but I had a feeling she wasn’t well read. A cobbler fixes shoes.

Oh. Blank stare.

Good thing she was pretty because she damn sure didn’t appear to be too bright.

Can I help you with anything? I asked politely as I looked her over.

Not unless you have a job I can do, I just left an interview. They need someone with more experience. So I’m still jobless, she replied with aggravation.

I looked her up and down. She was short and curvy, all boobs, butt, big