Tears of a Cuckquean

By Laran Mithras

My husband uses my Facebook account to message one of my sexy friends.

While I'm sucking him.

Though I try to please him, I am regretting how I treated him in the past.

I deserve this. I deserve him making a connection to my friend Karianne.

I resent it, but I deserve it.

My passion, my shame... my tears and humiliation... It's all here.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laran Mithras
• Release date: Nov 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463134955

Laran Mithras

I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: [e-mail]. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

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Tears of a Cuckquean

By

Laran Mithras

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Tears of a Cuckquean is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2017 - All Rights Reserved

Why does the pain bring so much pleasure?

CHAPTER 1

I had it all, last year.

Gail, keep sucking, Cameron said. He scrolled the mouse wheel.

Yes, sir…

Yep, I had been up top. A high-paying job, a sports car, pricey clothing…

Now I had nothing. All gone.

I lost the job, the car got repossessed, and I couldn't afford to replace the clothing that wore out.

Pricey doesn't mean better.

I sucked my husband's dick, licking with determination. His free hand stroked my hair.

I would not have been down here last year doing this. How had things shifted so fast? How had I come to the point where just him stroking my hair was a gift? Being allowed to suck him while he scrolled through my Facebook friends list was the most wonderful thing to me now – and so humiliating.

I had fallen far.

Never would I have done something like this when I was on top.

The top was a heady power trip.

Reviews for Tears of a Cuckquean

[vishou · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It was ok, wish it could be better.
An afterward or epilogue should do the trick.