Foul Play

By Futa Contractor

Tara is your traditional house wife. She has worked hard to keep the house that her sweet husband owns a happy and healthy place. From daily chores, to her own yoga practice Tara is everything you would want in someone waiting at the door with a warm kiss and a happy smile. However lately their marriage has been starting to dwindle because Tara's sexual appetite has started to decrease as the years of staying at home have added on. She openly admits this to her friend while sharing drinks at a wine tasting party. A little embarrassed by the sudden outburst to the group, she tries to hide away her lack of sexual affection with her husband... until Nick offers her a drug that is said to make the marriage even stronger and boost her sexual activity. Could a simple drug from a test corporation really solve her marital problems and bring her sexual satisfaction? It is something that she is willing to try, so she can save her own marriage before it is too late.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Futa Contractor
• Release date: Oct 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370669011

Futa Contractor

Hello I am the Futanari Contractor.I go by Futa Contractor here online and have been writing stories of Futanari Erotica Novels for over three years now. I found the fetish within the past five years and grew tired of some of the work I read over and over to use for my... ahem, recreational time. Growing tired of the characters and story design I decided to put some of my writing training into works of Erotica that I found exciting. After getting the guts to publish some of them online on sites like Literotica and Futanari Palace, I found that the public enjoyed the work I had written.I then attended many writing lectures and classes and attempted to integrate many of the teachings into my works, and have seen the progression of story changes and character changes. With that I decided to take my online published chapters, bundle them into eBooks, and sell them to the masses. I worked closely with Fenoxo creating a porting tool to bring his games to both iOS and Android and he supported me with sharing my publications to his amassed following. With a positive outpouring from the community I have decided to try and make my move towards becoming a full time author.I have decided to try and add an incentive to my writing career by first starting with you, my reader. With pledges that can help push me and encouragement from the community, I will get new content pushed out as quickly and efficiently as possible. Depending on the amount of pledges I will adjust my work load to include new chapters and even drawings from commissioned artists. There will be new chapters monthly and of course, depending on your pledge, access to other chapters and books I have already published.This entire career starts with you, my followers and family. I will make sure that you are priority in my work and I promise to make sure that you get the best bang for your buck (all puns intended). With enough time, patience, and income I promise to become the full time Futanari (and other fetish) Erotica Author you all deserve.With that I give you my love and gratitude for any help you provide in allowing me to consider pursuing this career. I will cherish our time together and hope to hear from many of you. If you are interested to continue to push my work further please feel free to Visit my patreon and get exclusive bundles and packages you won't find anywhere else online!Futa Contractor

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Foul Play:

Author Futa Contractor

Foul Play

By Futa Contractor

Copyright 2017 Futa Contractor

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Author’s Note

I am very excited about this project. I was approached last year by a user on reddit who asked what the point of my username was. I feel like I should give a little background and explanation of this unique identifier I have chosen as my online Alias. My name is Michelle, and I have been a fan of Futanari, or two forms, pornography for a very long time. I didn’t know what it was called when I was younger and discovered it the first time, but the idea has sincerely intrigued to the point of searching for other enthusiasts who share the same sexual fantasy as myself. I found many works, from mangas, to animes but nothing that felt strong suited in the field in the written form. I have always written doing short stories and other things of the sort, and this just felt like something I needed to do. The world needed more of this media to get shared so those with a like passion could influence one another.

I worked close with Fenoxo to help with his game titled Corruption of Champions which easily paved the way to me wanting to publish my own novels. I helped bring his title to android devices for those who wanted to play on the go instead of using a home computer, or could use the title in their own privacy. I then offered to edit and fix some short stories I found on various Futanari enthusiast boards. After being rejected by a few for allowing me to fix typos or story holes, I chose to write my first novel The Untold Story of Sarah. This piqued the interest of many fellow enthusiasts. I had a lot of success with the story that people approached me to start doing commissions. I had already chosen the alias as Futa Contractor because of my love of a series titled Darker Than Black where contractors paid a debt to use their abilities. The Futa should be self-explanatory. Well I assumed that my new contractor payment was to start working on these commissions and requests and start spreading the love to Futanari Erotica to the world.

Many novels later I have arrived at the first full-fledged commission for the world to read. There have been other private and personal shared stories but none to this extent. I really fell in love with the characters and brought a lot of the other victims of my mental tirade into the mix for this story. I hope that you can see the nods to the other novels I have published and find them just as exciting to see old characters as I did writing them into the folds of the chapters. I can’t help but feel extremely welcomed by the online community and I want to thank those who helped drive me forward to finish the sixth novel in my writing career. I promise this is not the last of the novels you will see me publish, for I am only here to fulfill my contract.

Futa Contractor

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Table of Contents

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Chapter 01

The sound of the vacuum was almost consuming as I ran it across the den for what felt like the millionth time.  I was already nervous about doing my first ever hosted wine party at my house, and I didn’t want all my friends and their significant others seeing just how filthy my Husband kept his so called ‘Man Cave’.  He said the corn chip smell was normal and that everyone loved it, right down to the filthy stains on the couch cushions.  Seriously, was grabbing a few napkins before watching the television too much to ask for?  Besides, I didn’t know a single other person that could watch hours of fishing videos and still get as excited about them as Brent, but he was the man I chose to marry.

A smile creeps up my lips as I finish hosing out underneath the sofa, and I turn the vacuum off.  I can smell him as he enters the space.  His gentle hands wrap around my smooth stomach and I lean my head back into his shoulder as he kisses my neck and whispers, I thought you were going to leave this room to me.  His hands playfully tickle at my sides and I practically jump squealing as he continues his barrage with his fingers.  Albeit it was a little rough, but playful nonetheless.  I turn around so my chest is pressed against his and slap his shoulder teasingly.

I can’t have it smelling like you want.  I reach past his shoulder and he gently runs his hands along the small of my back.  I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and I give a soft breath as I grab the bottle of Febreze.  I pull it up and squirt some in the air behind him.  I back away shielding his eyes and giving a fake vampiric hiss.

You know my only weakness.  He backs away covering himself as I give the bottle another squirt giggling as he steps into the foyer of our house.  We live cozily in a little three-bedroom place.  The main floor was a simple layout, with a den and living space.  The foyer had a small staircase that led to our bedrooms and two of our bathrooms.  The main floor beyond the foyer had our kitchen and another spare bathroom.  It was decent, and we were able to practically walk into the place.  Brent did very well for work, though that meant he wasn’t home as much as I would like him to be.  It allowed me to avoid having to do any mundane work, though I did occasionally host some yoga practices with the locals in the neighborhood.  That was mostly to keep my stillness in check.  Yoga and meditation required constant vigilance, and I couldn’t lose myself just because my husband was gone away all the time for work.

I spray the room a second time, and scrunch up my nose at the smell.  It still isn’t quite right.  I step around the small coffee table and open the window a little and spray the cushions of the couch down a little more than before.  It probably just needed to air out a minute.  I nod to myself and step back around the room and look for any other signs of mess that may be around.  There is a small computer desk with what my husband calls his battle station.  It is a monstrosity to my eyes, two massive monitors and a big computer that just collects dust sits on the ground next to the desk.  He has a high-end webcam for doing games online.  Something he calls a let’s play though he doesn’t get any views and he only gets a chance to hop on once every couple of weeks.  He claimed himself a gamer but wasn’t able to really get a chance since his job exploded as of late.  I can’t help but feel proud of him for turning away from a childish lifestyle and starting to become more adult.

I grab the rag I had been cleaning with and give the desk and the computer a quick wipe down.  There is a large television mounted over our small but quaint fireplace.  The sofa is a large sectional, with a simple coffee table put in the center.  This room isn’t really for guests, but at a wine tasting I assumed there would be some sort of entertainment on the side.  I had to find some tasteful art films, or classy music so my husband didn’t put on another episode of some boring fish show.

I grab the cleaning supplies and vacuum and make my way into the foyer where Brent is waiting for me holding a glass of cold water, the ice cubes look inviting and the smile on his face says how much he truly loves me, Honey why don’t you take a minute and relax.  I can’t have you high strung, and besides what about your meditation?  He seems genuine, but I can tell if I let him grab a hold of the cleaning equipment this house would not be ready for guests to come inside for at least another week and I didn’t have that kind of time to waste.

I graciously accept his peace offering and sip on the delightful water, though I quickly set it down on the glass table that leads into our home.  I look in the mirror over Brent’s shoulder and fix my hair a little.  I needed to shower and get dressed as well.  I was still in my scruffy clothing for cleaning.  I had red blotches on my cheeks from being so hot, and probably from choking back on that awful smell of my husband’s den.  I wanted to do something with my long brown hair that was pulled back so haphazardly, but with only four hours until the party there was going to be no way of getting myself ready.  I looked back at Brent and gave out a sigh, Fine I will let you help, but so help me if I find a single thing out of place…  I let my voice trail and he raises his hands showing he surrenders.

I know I know, I will find myself sleeping in the car again.  I laugh to myself and he gives me his genuine smile.  It was so gentle and gave his square jaw a perfect shape.  I loved watching him smile.  I reach a hand up and touch the buzzed side of his head.  His hair was fashioned after the modern style.  Longer hair on top with lightly buzzed sides.  Enough that it was rough under my fingertips, but I was still able to play with a handful of hair when I wanted.  He leans into my hand and closes his eyes breathing out a gentle sigh, I wish I could just be with you for a minute my love.  His voice sounds a little ragged and I can tell that he means more than just sit down and cuddle on the couch.  I giggle pulling my hand back.

I would love to spend time with you, but there isn’t any to spare.  I need you to get mopping and I will be back shortly.  I need to clean myself a little.  Brent sighs again this time out of protest.  I laugh again and give his smooth cheek a pat.  I step back grabbing my ice water and quickly dash up our staircase to the master bedroom.  The colors in the whole house are warm and inviting, even tones of browns with tasty decor I have gathered over the past couple of years.  Brent says it looks like a catalog, and that is honestly what I am aiming for.  I don’t mind having some individuality but I do like being able to show off to guests that even though I am not in my thirties yet I am still classy and tasteful.  It has worked for my yoga classes in our backyard, so I am not going to stop any time soon.

I grab a towel from the dresser outside the master bath, and slip inside quickly discarding my dirty clothing in the wicker hamper sitting at the edge of the tub.  I turn the faucet on slipping a gentle soap into the water to let it foam and bubble while I tweezed and took care of my face.  I couldn’t be looking like a total slob for these women, and a few guys who were going to be there.  It was a couple’s part for the most part.  Calm, soothing, with gentle wines that everyone was bringing over.  They said since we are hosting they insisted on bringing the bottles.  I protested a little and Brent and I ended up buying our favorite Bordeaux from nineteen ninety-five.  It wasn’t the most expensive or extravagant wine, it was just one that we had when we met almost five years ago.  Besides, when the tasting started going they would appreciate the wine that was there that brought Brent and me closer together.

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