Unforeseen Bonuses

By Susan Hart

Bonking the Babysitter While My Wife’s Out Shopping, is about a man who risks everything for a lot of pleasure. Hot Sex at The Divorce Party Before Anyone Else Gets There, is all about a young woman who attends a party at her friend’s house, arrives early, and immediately gets it on with a young, divorced man who has arrived first. Speed Sex -- It's what a top race car driver likes after a winning race.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Feb 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463347294

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Unforeseen Bonuses

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Susan Hart

Copyright 2020 Susan Hart

Table of Contents

Bonking the Babysitter While My Wife’s Out Shopping

Hot Sex at the Divorce Party

Speed Sex

Bonking the Babysitter While My Wife’s Out Shopping

Note: All characters are over 18.

Synopsis: Bonking the Babysitter While My Wife’s Out Shopping, is about a man who risks everything for a lot of pleasure.

I’m a writer and when my wife and kids left to do some holiday shopping, I sat down in front of the computer and all I could think about was fucking the babysitter. Every other word was screw, or fuck or bonking her bouncy little ass...you know what I mean.

The word came to me as if it was on board a train flying through the forest...fuck her...fuck her...fuck her and it got louder and louder. Even if I had writer’s block, I could still think about sex.

It was very hard not to think about Ann’s well-proportioned figure. At nineteen, and I knew her age because I’d asked her in the very beginning when she started to babysit for us, she was extremely large in the tits and ass area. It made me drool thinking about her riding me long and hard and where I could hold onto her hips and move her around on my cock.

If I could do that with her, then I could write forever...pipe dream

I knew she’d like me fucking her because my wife did. Speaking of the latter, we hadn’t been intimate in months and were only staying together for the kids’ sake. We’d talked about divorce but when my wife told me about the kids, I agreed.

We’d also agreed not to date anyone else until, and if, we were separated. I think she’d kept up her end of the bargain but I knew I couldn’t last.

If she discovered that I’d been bonking another woman, she told me clearly when we’d first discussed our situation, she’d go straight to her lawyer and clean out my bank account.

I kept weighing the risks and my cock won out. I’d always given it the heaviest vote because it had a stranglehold on my libido.

I wrote erotic thrillers and I’d begun to run out of ideas.

If I didn’t have sex soon, I’d get even more writer’s block.

Damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

I ran my hands through my hair and jumped a mile when the doorbell rang.

Ann stood there, chewing gum. She looked far younger than nineteen and I wondered if she was a virgin.

I’d seen her with a young man a couple of times so maybe she wasn’t.

Hell, I didn’t care because with three kids, I certainly wasn’t. In addition, a woman with a little experience always felt better. You know?

I don’t understand what all the fuss about virgins was about.

Hey, Mr. C.—Whassup?

My cock certainly was but I could hardly tell her that. Besides, that was the first thing she looked at after saying hello and I was sure she noticed. It was hard to ignore, being about average in length but quite thick.

I was an average looking guy—brown hair and grey eyes, with a good smile and my equipment was a little above average, but perhaps most importantly—I really knew how to use it well.

The clock was ticking, Ann looked hungry, and my cock started to push my pants out.

She looked down at it again.

I just came by to tell you that I’ll be away for a few days next week. In case you needed me. Back on Thursday.

Come on in, Ann. Would you like a soda?

It was lame, but the only thing I could think