Cheating On My Husband With His Work Colleague

By Gemma Harris

A wife cheats on her husband at the office party while her husband is downstairs!

When forty-something Emma's husband decides that smoking cigars with the other yes men while at his office party is a better idea than keeping his wife company -- Emma is propositioned by the office rugby playing hunk who is twenty years her junior.
At first she says no, until Bradley mentions his superior equipment.
Emma is taken to an office with a familiar photo on the desk, and soon learns that in some instances, bigger is definitely better!
A short cheating hotwife story of approx 4000 words. If you're familiar with other books by Gemma, you'll know what to expect inside!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gemma Harris
• Release date: Jan 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463184721

Gemma Harris

Hi! I'm Gemma! I'm happily married to my wonderful partner, who’s been my rock, he’s supported me all the way in my venture as an author, and even though I may not be the most talented writer in the world, he always gives my books an A+ (He wouldn't get fed if he didn't!) I've had many jobs in my life but nothing comes close to letting my sordid imagination flow through my fingertips and into my eBooks – I love it and hope I can continue with it for as long as possible. Aside from writing, I love to bake and if I'm not at my keyboard I can normally be found in the kitchen, or out in the countryside walking our two gorgeous dogs. I feel blessed to be able to ‘work’ while enjoying myself and I hope you will enjoy reading what I write. I intend to keep on publishing books for as long as I possibly can and I hope you will continue to read and enjoy them!

Book preview

Cheating on my Husband

With His Work Colleague

By

Gemma Harris

Copyright © 2015 by Gemma Harris. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter One

The party was in full swing. Drinks had been flowing for a few hours and the dancefloor was a mess of heaving bodies.

My husband had decided that trying to get his next promotion was more important than keeping me company. He’d left me alone and gone outside with his boss and the rest of the yes men he considered his friends.

I sipped my prosecco and promised myself that it would be the last of Paul’s work parties that I would ever attend. Arse licking, back stabbing, and shit music was not my idea of a fun night out. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a fun night out, and I swallowed the last of my drink in one long gulp, in an attempt to lift my spirits just a little.

Would you like another?

I turned to my left and my heart