An Anniversary To Remember

By Wanda Peters

A man's anniversary is coming up and he wants to make it one to remember. His idea is dinner at an exclusive restaurant, a long romantic walk on the beach, and mind-blowing sex. But when he presents the idea to his wife, she tells him she would prefer to get some fast food and then go dancing at a country and western bar. This surprises him since she has never before asked him to take her dancing.
Could there be an ulterior motive for her actions?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jun 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463895450

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

Book preview

Title Page

An Anniversary To Remember

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2020

Smashwords Edition

An Anniversary to Remember

Chapter One – The Anniversary – Tom’s View

It was our 5th anniversary and I had planned to take my wife to the most expensive restaurant in town, followed by a long walk on the beach, and then have a night of sex that we would both remember for the rest of our lives.

I was surprised therefore when Julia, opted for fast food followed by a night of drinking and dancing at the local country and western bar. Now, I have to tell you that I am not a great dancer. And when it comes to line dancing or the Two-Step, I am almost worthless. Julie, however, can stomp her feet with the best of them, and soon, I was sitting sipping my drink while a bar full of cowboys was keeping my wife’s dance card full.

A couple of times a cowgirl stopped by to see if I would like to join her on the dance floor. Of course, I turned them down. If I couldn’t dance with my wife, I couldn’t dance with a stranger. Of course, I did check out the cute little legs under those short billowing skirts.

I waited patiently for a slow song to begin so that I could at least hold Julia for a few minutes. But, if you have ever been to a country and western bar, you know that slow songs happen about as often as winning the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket.

For the first hour or so, Julia would return and sit with me long enough so that she could catch her breath and finish a drink. But then I noticed that she was gone longer and longer between her visits. And if she did come back, before she could even sit down some man would come over, offer her his hand and she would be led back to the dance floor.

I thought about going over and seeing if I could get a game of pool but then the band began to play something resembling a slow song and I immediately began looking for my wife. To my disappointment, she was already on the dance floor snuggled up to some guy that was a head taller than her. One of his hands held one of my wife’s hands but the other was resting on the globe of her ass cheek. And he was using that hand to pull my wife solidly against his body. Even though he was taller than Julia, most of the difference must have been from the waist up because their hips were swaying together.

I thought of trying to cut in, but I knew that by the time I got across the crowded room and found them on the dance floor that the slow song would be over. I might have controlled myself if the cowboy had not bent down and placed his lips against those of my wife. I couldn’t believe it when she opened her mouth and I could see their tongues moving against each other.

That was the last straw. I made my way across the room and reached my wife and her partner just as the band wound down. I reached out and grabbed Julia by the arm and as I started to pull her away I announced that we were leaving.

And then a large hand was squeezing my elbow. Find your own woman, the man demanded.

Get your hand off of me, this is my woman. She is my wife.

She might be your wife, but she is my woman tonight. If you know what is good for you, you will back the hell off.

Well, I had enough of this shit, and I curled my hand into a fist and cocked my arm to throw the punch. The punch never landed but I did, firmly on my ass. I shook my head, trying to get the cobwebs from my brain. As I looked up to where I had been standing a few seconds before, I saw the man with his arm around my wife. Unsteadily I got to my feet and staggered towards my wife and the man that she was with. He didn’t wait for me to try and throw another punch. His big fist landed in my solar plexus and I doubled over in pain. He was moving towards me but through pain-filled eyes, I saw my wife reach out and gently touch his arm.

He has had enough. Please accept my apologies for my husband’s boorish behavior.

You are not the one that needs to apologize. And he turned back and moved in my direction.

The man reached down and grabbed me by the hair on my head and pulled my head up so that he could see my eyes. If you know what is good for you, you will apologize to me in such a way that I believe that you are sincere.

I hesitated to try to find some way to save face. But then my face needed to be saved as the big man bitch-slapped me across my lips. I felt my lip split and then I felt a trickle of blood flowing from my nose.

And then Julia was kneeling beside me. For Christ Sake, apologize to the man before he beats you to a pulp.

I don’t owe him an apology. He was the one with his hands on your ass and his tongue down your throat.

Okay, I tried to save you from a world of hurt, but if you are so stupid that you refuse to listen to reason, you deserve whatever you get.

And with that, she got to her feet and waived the big man forward.

I knew that this was not going to end well for me and I curled up in a ball to try and save myself. But, then I was being raised by the hair of my head and his fist hit me in the middle of my stomach once again. As I settled to my knees, he again demanded that I apologize. "

But, then I heard the sirens coming to my rescue. Someone had called the cops.

I guess you are lucky that someone thought your ass was worth saving, but trust me, if you ever come to this bar again, I will continue this lesson.

I watched him turn to walk away. As he passed my wife, I saw her reach out and hand him something.

He looked down and smiled at her. Thanks, babe. I will be talking to you. He took enough time to bend down and take her mouth with his, and then he walked to the exit and disappeared.

Two police officers entered, stopped, and talked with the bartender. They pointed in my direction and they moved to where I was now sitting in a chair holding a cold bottle of beer against my bruised face.

Who saw what happened here? One cop spoke to anyone that was within earshot.

Nobody answered. Many people began moving away from the cops.

So they turned to Julia. How about you ma-am, did you see what happened to this man?

I am not sure. I think maybe he had too much to drink and slipped and fell against a chair back.

I could see that the cop wasn’t buying that explanation. He turned to me and asked me what had happened. Well, I couldn’t very well tell him that my wife and some muscle-bound freak were making out on the dance floor and I tried to intervene. And what if I did convince them of what happened. They might arrest Julia for making a false report.

I am not sure, sir. I guess I must have bumped into someone and lost my balance. I am sorry for any inconvenience.

I could tell that the cops weren’t happy but with no evidence except my split lip and a bloody nose, they decided to accept that it was just a minor bar room altercation. When they were convinced that I did not need an ambulance or a ride to an emergency room, they spoke to the bartender and then left.

I unsteadily walked over to the bar to try and get a refill. But, when I got the bartender's attention, he told me that I had enough and by the way not to come back to his establishment again.

I decided to leave before, I got thrown out. Fortunately, Julia decided to go