Guess Who Just Got Dumped Today

By Limey Lady

Previous cohabitations with the delicious Kat had been based on togetherness. In truth they had so much sex with each other that neither she nor Davina had spare time to stray. Now however the dynamics have changed. Starting with a pre-agreed "wife-swap" the two lovers seem set on a voyage of sexual adventure. But are they equally free-spirited? And, if not, will their relationship survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: May 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463981450

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Guess Who Just Got Dumped Today

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2019

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One - Returning swapped wives

Chapter Two - Returning to home life

Chapter Three - Sinead

Chapter Four - The calm before the storm

Chapter Five - Paignton

Chapter Six - Aunt Cathy

Chapter Seven - A typical night in a B&B

Chapter Eight - Cracks appear

Chapter Nine - Parting is such sweet sorrow

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Introduction

Hello everybody it’s me again, Davina, everyone’s favourite Velma Dinkley lookalike (Velma being a star of Scooby-Doo, if you don’t know). I’m not going to bother with a lengthy intro. Let’s just say that this is the tenth in a series of consecutive stories about my rather adventurous sex life. And that I am doing my best to make each story readable in itself. In other words you shouldn’t have to read all the previous tell-tales to make sense out of this one.

When I left you last time I was enjoying my first ever wife-swap. Without further ado I’m going to pick it up from the morning after.

Here goes.

Chapter One

The agreement was to meet in my local pub at noon to hand back the borrowed wives. Alice and I consequently stopped mauling each other around eleven thirty. Heading off for a shared shower, she pointed to a closed door across the landing.

‘What’s in there?’

‘It’s my guest room. Not that anyone ever sleeps in it. Well, apart from me when I was renovating and the mistress bedroom was uninhabitable.’

‘What’s a mistress bedroom when it’s at home?’

‘Don’t ask,’ said I, ‘you know the deal.’

Alice did. And she laughed. ‘We need to go fuck in it right away, ’she said decisively. ‘I urgently want to be able to tell Ross we fucked in every last room of the house.’

‘Yes,’ said I drily, ‘and not to mention on every last step of the staircase.’ Then, duly prompted by one of my alter egos, Logical Dave, I warned her that we’d end up running late.

‘Knowing Ross, so will he. Come on girl; get your sexy ass in there.’

Arguing the toss would only have wasted more time so I obeyed and let her yummy mouth eat me thoroughly for maybe half an hour. Then we showered (in the bathroom, Alice’s sixth and final room) and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Yes, more that fifteen hours in bed, next to no sleep at all . . . and we were still hotter than hot for more.

‘A repeat next Friday is a must,’ Alice said when we were back in my room, dressing.

‘You can repeat tonight for me,’ I replied, watching her don a skimpy black thong before wriggling into skin-tight blue jeans.

‘I’m afraid not. We’re both working in the morning. Me and Ross, I mean.’

‘On a Sunday,’ I exclaimed. ‘I thought only IT nerds worked Sundays.’

‘No rest for the wicked . . . or the NHS. Working Sundays is the reason why Friday is playtime for us.’

I was still watching her dress. By then she’d put on a white push-up bra and got a matching T-shirt out of her overnight bag. And knock me down with a feather, I wanted her again.

Yes, I wanted to rip those sexy denims off her even sexier ass and . . .

Logical wagged a finger at me, pointedly looking at her watch.

‘Friday it is then,’ I said heroically. ‘You persuade Ross and I’ll sweet-talk Kat.’

My choice of clothing didn’t look nearly as good on me as Alice’s did on her. I’d gone for my usual (not tight-fitting) jeans and a white T of my own. No prizes