Grandpa's Camping Buddies

By Chelsea Cherry

Newly divorced, and ready for something new, Josie is trying to break out of a rut. She goes on a weekend camping getaway with her grandpa and his buddies to reset her life and get back in touch with nature. As it turns out, Josie connects with more than just nature. What happens behind grandpa's back, turns this camping trip into an erotic adventure that none of them expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chelsea Cherry
• Release date: Oct 17, 2017

Chelsea Cherry

Chelsea Cherry is a San Francisco erotica author, and she is always prowling for new subjects!

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Grandpa’s Camping Buddies

By Chelsea Cherry

Copyright © 2017 Chelsea Cherry

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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This book is intended for mature adults 18+ only..

As soon as I got home, I knew something wasn’t right. It’s weird how I could tell, but I did. I swear, the house just felt different. It even smelled different. Carl and I both worked straight days, and we were only married for a little over a year, so it was unusual for us to be home on a weekday afternoon. But, I forgot my lunch, and there was no way I could make it through a whole day without eating, so I made the quick trip home to get it off the kitchen island where I knew I left it.

Carl worked in the computer networking department of the same company, so I was a little surprised to see his red Mazda in the driveway. As soon as I walked in through the kitchen, I just stood there quietly, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. There was no questioning it. It was sex. Sex, and I wasn’t a part of it. I swallowed hard as my heart started beating hard with rage. I could feel my face get hot as I walked through the living room towards our master suite.

I swear, I almost felt guilty for intruding, as a toxic rush of emotions