Cuckolded And Forced To Watch Bundle

By Dominique Paige, Paola Hernandez, Anfisa Lovelace and Isabella Tropez

This explicit erotica bundle contains the following cuckold/mean wife stories:

Watching My Wife Get Reamed By My Childhood Bully by Isabella Tropez

When Alex agrees to be cuckolded by his wife to fulfill his ultimate fantasies, he has no idea what to expect. So when he gets a text message asking him to meet her at a hotel on the edge of town, he's as nervous as he is excited. Nothing can prepare him for what he sees when he walks in - his old high-school bully, Brad, and his naked wife about to become Brad's willing slut.

Brad's mean, he's more successful than Alex, and to make matters worse he's hung like a horse while Alex is barely able to please his own wife. Can Alex handle the ultimate humiliation?

One Shy White Wife, Four Big Black Men by Anfisa Lovelace

When her husband asks her to watch a salacious cuckold video, Helen realizes that the fantasy she had always held as her deepest secret is a possibility. They hesitantly decide to go to their local bar and see how they feel about their fantasies becoming reality, and the normally reserved and quiet Helen is ready and willing to flirt with anyone, as she is gripped with a brand new feeling. The group of black men at the bar are more than willing to give the young, innocent white girl all the attention she needs, and then some.

What starts as a tentative trial run turns into an extreme introduction when they head back to their house, and the husband can only watch as his wife is manhandled right in front of him in his own home – and that’s just the beginning.

Defiled By My Husband's Debt Collector by Paola Hernandez

When a new bank manager rides into the small southern town of Laredo, Beth fears the worst because of the money she owes. Her fears are realized when the man turns up at her small farmstead, with the news that the debt needs to be repaid in two weeks or the land and property will be repossessed. She can only think of one way to keep her land, so she decides to take it.

Forced To Watch by Dominique Paige

Suspicions about his girlfriend, Natalie, come to a head when Isaac gets the chance to check her phone just before she leaves for a night out. There’s a shock when he finds a Tinder contact on it, but he says nothing about the fact she may be cheating on him. Her story about meeting one of her friends for a drink suddenly rings hollow though, and he follows her when she leaves to find her meeting her Tinder date in a quiet bar. When a second man appears, his shock grows and he ducks into the dark alley beside the bar when he sees them leaving. That leaves him in prime position to watch the whole thing as he is cuckolded by two men using his girlfriend in a back alley encounter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 25 Ea
• Release date: Jul 17, 2019

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Defiled By My Debt Collector

Paola Hernandez

Beth swept the wide-brimmed hat from her head to make it easier to wipe the back of her wrist across her sweaty forehead. She narrowed her eyes against the glare of the late afternoon sun as she stared in the direction of the approaching rider, but the person was still too far away for her to get a good look at them. Not knowing who it was troubled her and there was no suppressing the prickle of anxiety. She put the hat back on to give her eyes some shade, but made no attempt to carry on with what she’d been doing.

A long day of backbreaking work made her muscles ache and she leaned on the hoe she held to give herself some support as she continued to watch. Living on her own made her vulnerable and she was always wary of strangers, but her growing nerves abated when the person got close enough for her to recognize his face. She walked across to the fence which bordered her small piece of land and leaned on it to wait for one of her fellow homesteaders to arrive.

Afternoon Joe, she said amiably when he brought his horse to a stop. Something I can do for you?

Nope, he replied as he dismounted. I’m just doing the rounds to pass on some news of interest.

Good or bad? Beth responded.

I’ll let you be the judge of that, he said.

Sweat ran into Beth’s eyes and she blinked it away before removing her hat to wipe her hand across her brow again. She slapped the headgear back in place as she moved along to the gate and swung it open to let Joe lead his horse inside.

I’m about to have a lemonade, she said when she shut the gate. Do you want one?

Don’t mind if I do, Joe replied.

Nothing more was said as they walked to the small property and he dropped down on the wooden bench beside the door to wait while Beth went inside. She reappeared a minute or so later carrying two glasses of lemonade and handed one over when she sat down beside him.

Thanks, Joe said and took a drink.

Beth took the dryness from her throat by supping at the lemonade and it was her that spoke when she lowered the glass.

What’s the news?

Have you been to the bank in Laredo recently? he asked.

Mention of the financial institution in the nearby town was enough to send cold shivers trickling down Beth’s spine and her face screwed up.

I try not to, she admitted. I’ve missed my payments for the last two months and I’m not sure I’ll make this month either. Mr. Roach has been making noises about…

You don’t have to worry about old Roach anymore, Joe cut in.

Beth felt the flicker of concern and turned her gaze on the man sitting beside her when she went on.

How come?

He’s out, Joe said. Not sure when he left or what the reason for his departure was, but I went into town first thing this morning and there’s a new manager in place. His name is Lowery.

Beth wiped a hand across her mouth before taking another drink. Her first instinct was that the news was bad because of the money she owed and the payments she’d missed. The elderly Mr. Roach talked tough, but it became clear he wouldn’t follow through on the warnings he made. Well, as long as he could be convinced the bank would get their money back eventually. There was no knowing if a new manager would be as tolerant of late payments and she asked the question that popped in her head.

What’s he like?

Younger and more forthright than old Roach, but not altogether unreasonable, Joe said.

How many payments you missed? Beth asked.

One in the last year, Joe replied. But I’m up to date as of this morning. That’s why I went in to the bank.

Beth grimaced. She could imagine a bank manager being more than reasonable with a customer like that. It didn’t mean he’d show her the same courtesy.

Has anyone else been in town to see him? she asked.

Joe lifted the glass to drain the lemonade from it and smacked his lips when he finished.

No one I’ve spoken to so far, he answered. I didn’t ask Mr. Lowery outright when he got here, but I got the impression it wasn’t too long ago. Folks I’ve talked to think it’s probably a wise idea to make themselves known to him though.

Yeah, Beth muttered as she leaned forward to rest her forearms on her legs.

She stared at the glass she was holding and didn’t lift her gaze until she heard Joe go on a few seconds later.

Like I said, he seems reasonable. You might want to think about going in to see him.

I will, Beth said then straightened up to take another drink.

Joe pointed towards the vegetables she’d been tending and the conversation turned to those for a short while before he got to his feet. He held out the empty glass and Beth set it down on the bench then did the same with hers before standing up. They continued to chat as they moved across to the gate together and she opened it when he mounted his horse.

Be seeing you around, he said.

Thanks for the information, she replied and held the gate open for him to ride out.

She closed it afterwards, but stayed where she was as she tried to process her thoughts. Being almost three months behind with the payments on her place wasn’t good, but she hadn’t seen it as a major problem and knew she could deal with Mr. Roach. That might not be the case with a new bank manager, however, and a scowl spread across her face.

She turned to cast her gaze around the small farmstead and knew she didn’t want to lose it. That prospect seemed very real two years previously when her husband walked out on her, but she’d worked hard since then to make a decent life for herself. She couldn’t bear the idea of her home and land being repossessed by