Howls in the Night

By Susan Hart

Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwich, is an adult romance story about a bored housewife who’s never fully satisfied by her husband, so she orders in every now & then. The trouble is, one time he’s still there & she doesn’t know it until she has her takeout order going full blast. Cry Wolf - Things get out of control in a store dressing room when a man and a woman, about to be intimate, go out of control & send customers screaming off as the man begins to change into a werewolf. Blind Date Werewolf - is the story of a woman who meets someone new, & they hit it off – until she hears something in the kitchen that evening & sees a large animal eating their leftover steaks.This spicy romance short story is about Shawna, who took the entire rap for her boyfriend & went to prison for five years because of robbery; & when she finally got out and headed towards where they used to live, her stomach was in knots at what she might find there. After all, five years is a long time when you’re rotting in prison.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Feb 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463264522

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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Howls in the Night

by

Susan Hart

Copyright 2020 Susan Hart

Table of Contents

Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwich

Cry Wolf

Blind Date Werewolf

Hope Can Be A Dangerous Thing

Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwich

Note: All characters are over 18.

Synopsis: Neapolitan Ice Cream Sandwich, is an adult romance story about a bored housewife who’s never fully satisfied by her husband, so she orders in every now and then. The trouble is, one time he’s still there and she doesn’t know it until she has her takeout order going full blast. The muscular ‘other man’ invites the surprised husband over to reap some of the benefits of their Neapolitan ice cream sandwich.

Angie stood before the mirror double checking her perfect makeup. Most people despise having to wait for a repairman or a delivery; waiting hopelessly for hours, never sure of just when they would show up, doubting if they would even show up at all. Angie loved those hours though.

She cherished the tingling excitement that would build within her. She heard the front door opening downstairs and she knew that her husband Eric had finished his morning run. Angie knew that meant that it had to be exactly seven am. Eric was agonizingly boring in that way.

Every part of his life was boiled down to these simple routines. Of course, Angie loved Eric. He never demanded anything out of her and he easily provided for her every need and desire; almost. The bulk of Eric's manly prowess had long since been dedicated toward his work and success.

Angie hardly minded, though. Those other needs of hers were easily tended to by other willing men. She could hear the shower running in the downstairs bathroom as Eric prepared for work. She wondered if he was playing with his pathetic, little dick in there.

Soon, he would get dressed and ready to go in his downstairs office and like most mornings he would leave without saying goodbye. Angie could feel the tingling excitement creep across her body more and more as that moment drew near. She paid no more attention to Eric, letting his presence slip completely from her mind.

She knew that he'd be gone any second. Instead, she focused on what would be coming.

Angie went to the nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. She fetched herself a pair of black stockings and a tiny, black thong. She pulled out another piece of dainty lingerie that was a cross between a tiny, ruffled skirt and a garter belt.

A knowing smile crept across her pretty face as she let her fingers glide along its soft fabric. She laid it all on the bed and then stepped into the little panties. She closed her eyes and purred lustily as their cool fabric hugged her hot, shaven pussy. Angie sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her stockings up her long, silky legs one by one.

Then, she wriggled into the garter belt. The pink trim upon the ruffles only fell to the top of her perfectly round ass cheeks and accentuated them nicely. She carefully snapped the straps to her stockings and strutted to her closet.

She pointed her toes into some tall, black heels and then returned to the mirror, swishing her hips with each step. Her nipples were hard as rocks. She turned in front of the mirror to enjoy the view of her hot body from every possible ankle. She arched her back slightly, pointing her smooth ass toward the mirror as her hands slipped up her torso and cupped her large breasts lovingly.

The house was completely silent.

Angie grabbed her little, silk robe and wrapped it around herself. Its short hem could hardly conceal the slutty lingerie underneath. The tops of her stockings and the straps of the garter belt were plainly visible, a lovely contrast against the pure whiteness of the expensive robe.

She tied it at the waist. Her cleavage peeked sweetly out at the top and her nipples strained against the material of it. Her pussy was dampening her tiny panties but Angie did all she could to refrain from touching it herself. She went downstairs, the clicking of her high heels against the richly polished hardwood floors echoed around the large rooms and tall ceilings of the beautiful house, shattering the silence within.

Angie loved that sound.

She sat down on the couch in front of the large, bay window. She tried to read a magazine to distract herself but she could not focus. Every slight sound outside drew her attention and she'd excitedly peer out the window like a puppy awaiting its master. She laid back on the couch and let her fingers begin to wander.

They teased her nipples softly through her robe and when her pussy responded to the sensation, aching to be touched, she slid her hands downward, over her flat stomach and over her hips. She pulled her knees upward. The toes of