Corporate Cuckold (Interracial Erotica)

By Bobbi Love

SYNOPSIS
Gilbert Jennings knows how badly alcohol has screwed up his life. Not only has he lost his job, but his beautiful wife is forced to take a position at a company run by a strong, charismatic, dominant black man named Vince Powers. Every day it seems that Gilbert's wife is becoming a different person. She changes her physical appearance, her self-confidence increases, and her erotic impulses are out of control! Unfortunately, Gilbert's libido is at an all-time low. So is his self-confidence.

With no other options available, Gilbert is forced to take a secretarial job at his wife's company. It's not an easy transition for him. Many of the rules he finds very confusing. It's almost as if Gilbert’s wife is trying to humiliate him in front of her black boss.

Eventually things get better. Sort of.

Everyone in the office is invited to a fancy resort for some R&R. Only, when Gilbert arrives he is shocked to see his wife prancing around their co-workers in a bikini that should be illegal. He doesn’t understand what’s gotten into his wife. Then their black boss arrives in an equally skimpy bathing suit. And Gilbert starts to understand what’s gotten into his wife –or rather, who has gotten into his wife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Dec 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370518524

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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Corporate Cuckold

Interracial/Cuckold Erotica

Copyright 2017 Bobbi Love

Published by Bobbi Love at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

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Part One

The morning news had just gone to commercial when Jessica emerged from the bathroom, strutting over to the dresser drawers in our bedroom. Showered and shaved, she was wearing a matching red thong and panty set she'd recently bought with the earnings of her new job. In fact, her wardrobe had increased so much, so quickly, that we had to convert my gym room into her own personal closet. Not that I was using the gym anymore these days.

CNN?

I only grunted in response.

Turning her back, she looked at me through the reflection of the mirror above the dresser. You gonna stay in bed all day?

Maybe, I said.

From the bed, I lay there admiring the beauty of her face: her delicate nose, her slightly parted lips, her eyelashes that curved as gracefully as a bird's wings.

Her body was equally amazing.

She was about six inches shorter than me, with full breasts, and a narrow waist that flared into a perfectly shaped ass.

But there was something different about the way she acted around me these days, like she was irritated by my presence. I was unemployed with no real prospects on the horizon. I was drinking too much. Eventually I got in some legal trouble and Jessica was forced to get a job since the bills were starting to really pile up. I didn't know much about the company she worked for, only that it was a clothing company called Billionaire Boys Clothes. Every time I asked her about work, she would only sort of giggle and say that BBC made clothes for the urban market.

My wife's proactive nature should have delighted me, but it didn't.

It was starting to feel like we'd swapped roles in this relationship —she was the breadwinner, the confident one, the sexual aggressor; while I was the stay-at-home hubby, with lots of guilt and anxiety, deeply ashamed of who I'd become.

You've changed, I told her from the bed. How come you walk around the house nude these days?

I'm not nude, she snapped.

Okay, I mean, why do you walk around the house in skimpy underwear?

Most husbands would love that, she replied, slapping her own ass.

You've really changed, Jessica.

I don't know, I guess I'm just more comfortable with my body these days.

When she walked by the bed, I quickly grabbed some of the sheets and covered up, embarrassed by my shriveled state and inability to perform my husbandly duties that morning. From the corner of my eye, I watched her go over to the mirror and pick up a hair brush.

Why thongs? I blurted out.

What?

As soon as I realized how it sounded, I regretted bringing up the topic. Jessica, why do you always wear thongs these days?

Probably because of the panty lines at work, she said, combing out her new haircut.

That was another thing: her hair, her beautiful hair. A few weeks ago she'd walked out