5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 4

By Sophie Sin

Five of Sophie Sin's latest erotic short stories. Included are the cheating husband who desires sexual freedom, an orgy with the white wife of a kinky black hubby, the drunk and drugged alpha male enjoying women as he does, a poor girl impregnated by a black billionaire for his entertainment, and a 9-inch virgin playing a dangerous game. All this and more in this erotica collection.

The '5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 4' collection contains these stories and more:

# Cheating Husband Threesome (Threesome)
The Unfaithful Husband is unhappy, unsatisfied and unable to deal with the lack of sex he has been experiencing. Not once has considered cheating, but when The Wife blows him off for work for the 20th time, he can no longer restrain himself. A gorgeous blond model is the first to lead him astray. However, a chance encounter earlier in the day turns their twosome into a hot, sexy threesome.

# Black Hubby (Interracial)
I thought she’d cancel the engagement if we gang banged her. Four big strong black men and one tiny little white woman - how could she even think she could take us on? We were wrong. The tables were turned. This white woman is filthy!

# Absolute Scumbag (Alpha Male)
I’m so bored. My job - having naughty sex with hot rich studs - is so dull. Then HE came and took me by the hair and spanked my butt and told me to lick and do things somewhere naughty. It’s not so boring anymore. In fact, it’s absolutely filthy.

# Pregnant By A Black Billionaire (Millionaire)
That big black bas... hunk stuck himself deep inside and let flow what would create our child. Yet, a poor white girl like me doesn’t have the resources for a fix and now there’s talk of marriage. Can I really love a black man?

# 9 Inch Virgin (Well Hung)
I never would have imagined that something like this existed and least of all on my best friend’s mother’s boyfriend. He’s hot and I’ve wanted him forever, but there wasn’t ever a chance - until today. Hot hung and horny action

And many other great erotica short stories in this collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jun 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370657414

Sophie Sin

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

Book preview

CHEATING HUSBAND THREESOME

This book has replaced Chasing Wrong in this collection. We hope you will enjoy it.

SOPHIE SAYS:

This book has a character in it called The Unfaithful Husband. I created him a long time ago and he has been in two books that I can remember (I write too much. Haha.) This is what I would think of as his origin story. He’s a bit quirky and is similar to Minny The Sex Witch and The Defiler and The Train Molester in character. If you like wildly sexual, halfway crazy protagonist then you’ll enjoy The Unfaithful Husband.

If you would like to read the other Unfaithful Husband story then please search for Goth Paradise: An Unfaithful Husband at your e-store of choice.

BAD RELATIONSHIPS

Life sucked. It wasn’t debatable. The level of suck was only growing as he stood there - looking, seeing, knowing.

She was there.

A gorgeous brunette with features that indicated European descent. Her eyes bored quietly into his from across the street. They were both waiting, but that smile on her red painted lips and those eyes... well, they told a story. One about a man too weak to go over there and give her what she so clearly desired.

It was at times like this that the wedding ring on his finger ached. Burned, actually.

His fingers rimmed it, but he did not take it off.

Not today. Not now.

The European was met by a gorgeous Asian goddess with long black transparent stockings running up from her ultra-high heeled feet to about an inch below a pair of scandalously high denim shorts. The slight amount of exposed skin between the shorts - really more bikini bottoms than actual shorts - and the stockings, which left little to the imagination, was enough to make him shift from foot to foot.

Yet, he could do nothing.

He shuffled about as the two women walked off down the street. He wasn’t the only man watching and he shared a knowing nod with a college student, who if he was being honest had a better chance with those two gorgeous women due to him being closer to their age.

He checked his watch. 5:50pm. 20 minutes late and counting.

The Husband’s wife was always late. Him waiting on her had, rather sadly considering how much they used to respect each other’s time, become a common occurrence since she’d taken on a higher level management position in her company. The Wife was always late for anything important.

His eyes ran over the spot where the European girl had been waiting. Somewhere deep down he felt a sense of disappointment. Not that he would ever act on it though.

A few weeks ago his recently single friend had met up for a drink. It hadn’t taken very much time listening to the man to realize that single life over 40 was its own special kind of hell. Sure, New York was full of sexy, fashionable women. He knew that. Heck, it was hard enough keeping his cool in the face of the constant onslaught of gorgeous tail. But, he knew - he knew all too well - that if the women didn’t find you interesting (a problem his friend expressed as dire) then you were done. It was dog eat dog out there and old age hadn’t made him any prettier. The Husband had his doubts that he could succeed if he left The Wife. It was the main reason why he put up with her messing him around like she was today..

Across the road two young women in their 20s passed by. They had the sexy look of pros who knew their way around a cock and had seen their share in the short time they had been sexually active.

If only I were single... was the thought that came to mind.

He grunted. Hadn’t he just been thinking that he wouldn’t make it. Damn it, he knew the dangers. The Husband was 43 years old.

The man licked his lips and stared after the two young women as they strolled down the street towards area where he could hear live music being played (most likely there was a bar down there given the type of music the band was playing). If he were single then he’d follow them in the hope of a date or, better yet, a double bump in a hotel nearby. It was pure fantasy, of course, but that was all he’d been getting of late. His hand had become his number one sex partner.

Thinking about the state of his sex life made him angry. He balled hand that held his watch into a fist and jerked it up to stare down at it with his blood pumping violently in his wrist. The expensive leather strap creaked under the strain of the tension in his fist.

Where the hell is she? he growled under his breath.

He'd given her time. It was 30 minutes now. Would she make him wait an hour only to cancel on him again?

Fucking bitch, he thought to himself, she’d better not be planning that again.

The Husband yanked out his phone from his suit jacket pocket. Immediately he noted the flashing message icon dead center in the of the screen. Slowly, he drew the phone up to his ear. He listened to the voice message in silence.

Hey, honey. It’s me. Listen, I’m sorry but I have to work late. There was a pause as she said something to someone - most likely a subordinate by her tone. She came back on the line and said, Sorry. I love you. I have to go now.

She says she loves you... the thought slid into his mind, yet if she did then she’d have come to the restaurant tonight.

Ever since The Wife had gotten that promotion, he never saw her anymore. The damn fool probably wasn’t even aware of how bad their relationship had becoming; how thin the ice that she was treading with him; how close he was to snapping and leaving her.

The Husband turned to his right and ground his feet into the ground. The music was loud. He could hear the band really pushing it now. With his hands in his pockets and his back bent under the weight of his terrible marriage, he stared into the distance. For a time images of The Wife when she was younger played through his mind. She’d been a hotty - a real steal - and he’d been happy to have her. Chances were, in hindsight, she’d settled for him because he had good grades and a set future, but at the time he had been happy to be getting some quality pussy after years of mediocre girlfriends. The Husband should have known that it wouldn’t last. Nothing good is forever. Nothing great comes without effort. 42 years of success in business because he worked hard and did the impossible more times than he could count. 42 year of success. Yet, here he was in a failed marriage.

It was undeniable.

You don’t have to be a failure, the thought came.

The Husband shook his head. What was he going to do - be unfaithful or something? An Unfaithful Husband... single... 42 going on 43... pointlessly married but cheating to fill the void that had become his sex life?

The thought disgusted him, but somewhere in him he could hear laughter.

Realizing that he wasn’t feeling himself, he looked down the road towards the bar then back across the road. Standing exactly where that gorgeous European woman had been was a business woman on her phone. She was in her 40s as well. Her business suit was crinkled and she looked how he felt. Nearby another man in his 40s was talking to a woman who was obviously his wife by their body language. His face was downcast and she was poking him in the chest.

For the first time in a long time, The Husband did not ignore the uncomfortable truths around him..

In all his years of marriage – nearly 10 now – he had only really considered cheating with another woman once. That had been when he was on a pub crawl in the red light district with a group of clients and a young co-ed had propositioned him with sex on that table if he could only come up with $200 to ‘help her with rent’. Even now he could remember exactly how she’d looked: Big breasted, long blond hair, cute as a button and smelling like sin. The Husband had wanted to take her up on the offer, but the clients had been with him and so all he could do was ignore her to, later on, his eternal sadness.

Before The Husband knew it, he was walking towards the music. His feet drew him there at a hurried pace - like there was little time left in his life to achieve his desires (a truth that stung, but he swallowed it down as he strode forward. The music was, in fact, from a moderate sized pub. He came up front and looked inside through the windows. Unfortunately, the band was winding down and the place was too packed for him to get in there.

Strolling over the other side of the road, he watched the bar quietly. Why he was doing this he did not know. That voice in the back of his head was urging him to be still. An image of a hunting cat lying in wait on the grass planes of the African continent pushed its way into his mind’s eye. Right now he felt alright. Not like before. Not like back 100 meters down the road with reminders of how he had failed himself everywhere he looked.

In short order the large crowd of people inside the bar started filing out. He immediately noted the European woman and her Asian friend exit the building. Quickly he began moving. Right now he was being unfaithful to The Wife in both mind and actions, but he didn’t care. With what she had done to him over the years - a progressive lack of interest in pleasing him sexually mixed with less and less time spent with him - he might as well be The Unfaithful Husband that she deserved.

He stepped into the crowd exiting the bar knowing full well that what he was doing was crazy. Part of him knew that he didn’t have the guts to do this. For a moment as he tried to push between two men to get closer to the two women who had turned down a side street and disappeared from sight, The Soon-To-Be Unfaithful Husband wondered what the beer and pizza he most likely going to drown his sorrows in would make him feel like the day after.

The closer he got to the corner; the stronger the crowd became. People blocked his way at every turn and he pulled out his phone to check the map for the area to see if he could find another way through them.

Coming around the corner, he found the crowd was more spread out. He looked from shop to shop and bar to bar as he walked. The two women were completely gone.

I must have passed them by.

He turned and ran straight into the two men he had pushed between before. His phone slid out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Watch where you’re going, fag, one of them said.

The Unfaithful Husband considered spitting back an insult - he was in the mood for it - but instead let them go and started looking for his phone.

Excuse me. Are you looking for this?

A hand clasped his arm. It was small and most definitely not a man’s.

He looked down and saw, to his complete and utter shock, the most gorgeous face he had ever seen in his entire life. Her eyes alone - a piercing deep blue - were enough to draw him in so deeply that his throat went completely dry.

Sorry, did you hear me? Is this yours?

His phone was in her hand. The glass was broken and the screen was flickering on and off. He reached out and took it. His tongue was strangely numb and his chest hurt. The Unfaithful Husband wondered if he was having a heart attack. At his age with a woman this ungodly hot looking at him in an amused fashion, it was a real possibility.

Tell her she’s beautiful.

It was that voice again. He opened his mouth to do as he was told, but instead said, Thank you. I dropped this in a way that sounded like he had half swallowed his tongue.

That’s fine. I saw what happened. Those guys were really rude.

The Unfaithful Husband smiled at her and she smiled back. If he thought his heart ached before then right now it might explode.

Did you go to Adam’s concert at the bar? she asked.

I...

For a second he was going to say that he hadn’t and, in fact, was searching for two hot young women he saw earlier.

Tell her she’s beautiful.

There it was again. He straightened himself. She must be half his age if not more. The Unfaithful Husband had the maturity advantage here.

I actually was a little late. Do you know the band?

Yes. Adam, the lead singer, is a friend.

That’s nice, he said.

TELL HER SHE IS BEAUTIFUL!

Fuck... He really wished that voice would shut up.

Sorry? she asked.

Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you were hungry. He then said the first excuse that came to mind. Strangely, his heart slowed down a little as he spoke. I had a friend coming to dinner but he has to work. Can I offer you dinner to say thanks for finding my phone? He glanced to where the two men had wandered off. I’m feeling a little pissed at those two and I don’t want to do anything stupid.

She laughed. It was like the clean ring of good crystal under a silver spoon. Absolutely perfect; absolutely arousing.

You don’t seem like the sort to get in a fight.

I’d surprise you, he said.

Without even thinking about it, he put a hand on her back and guided her back down the street.

Before my phone broke, he told her. I saw a great restaurant just down this way.

The woman smiled and nodded. While she wasn’t looking, he slipped his wedding ring off and into his pocket.

Sounds fun, she said with a flutter of her eye lashes that made him want to grab her and push his tongue between her lips.

The Unfaithful Husband smiled broadly. Being a married man gave him a certain experience with taking a woman on a date and that was coming into play now.

The restaurant was where he’d noted it was before.