The Slut Strikes Back: MILF Erotica

By Lisabet Sarai

“Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”

When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his instructions.

Lauren has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.

Her husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.
If you love wild adventures of wanton women, you'll love The Slut Strikes Back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisabet Sarai
• Release date: Jul 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005813741

Lisabet Sarai

I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I have written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles including eight full length novels, plus dozens of short stories in various collections. My credits include contributions to the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention. I have also edited a number of acclaimed erotica anthologies. Currently I am responsible for the charity erotica imprint Coming Together Presents, which as of December 2014 has published six volumes by top erotic authors, supporting causes such as Amnesty International, Planned Parenthood, and the Multiple Sclerosis Association of America.I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Aside from writing, travel is one of my most fervent passions. I’ve visited every continent except Australia, though I still have a long bucket list of places I haven’t been. Currently I live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.For more information about me and my writing, visit my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). Join my VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh I also hang out at Goodreads, (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) because I love the idea of a social network focusing on the love of reading. I’m not on Facebook, because I don’t trust it.

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The Slut Strikes Back

Lisabet Sarai

© Copyright 2020 Lisabet Sarai

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book intended for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

About the Author

Blurb: Babes in Bondage

Excerpt from Babes in Bondage

A Final Message from Lisabet

To Larry, Dacy, and my other slut-loving readers

Chapter One

Holy hell, woman! You’re insatiable.

Lauren suckled Elliot’s unresponsive dick for another thirty seconds before giving up with a sigh. I thought you might enjoy another round, baby. That last one went by a bit fast. I only came once.

Get your rabbit, then. I’m done in.

That bunny can’t begin to compare with your lovely, fat cock. She crawled up the mattress and stretched out, molding her generous curves to her husband’s prone body. Skin against skin, she brushed her palm over his chest hair then gently pinched a nipple. Can’t I do anything to tempt you? Throwing her leg across his groin, she rubbed gently. What if I get the strawberry scented lube and the prostate probe? Or the leather cuffs?

Elliot groaned. Please, Lauren, have pity!

She flipped onto her hands and knees and waggled her shapely ass in his face. Want to butt-fuck me? That’s a prospect that usually gets you going…

No! I’ve had enough. God, you’re such a slut!

You used to love that about me. Remember when we’d drive in the convertible? How you’d egg me on, daring me to take off my top? Or that time at Hearst Castle, when you dragged me away from the tour and fucked me right there on the balcony, where anyone could see? Or the trip we made downtown, to that seedy place with cam rooms and glory holes? We had so much fun together!

Elliot rolled over to face the wall. We were young then, he muttered.

We’re not exactly codgers now. You’re still in great shape. He was, too, firm and lean with only the slightest hint of a paunch, thanks to her healthy cooking and his regular trips to the gym. A few gray strands threaded through his gorgeous wavy hair. A few creases decorated the corners of his eyes. They just made him more desirable, giving him a hint of gravitas.

And so am I, she added, flopping onto her back once more and cradling her luscious breasts in both hands. The self-caress only exacerbated the emptiness between her legs. Her clit still buzzed from her first orgasm, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she’d had another.

She let her hand drift down to her trimmed pubes, and couldn’t resist sliding a finger between her soaked folds. A tingle of bliss zipped through her, but it felt superficial and unsatisfying after the deep though too brief plowing he’d given her earlier. Solo play had never really interested her. Fortunately she’d met Elliot during her freshman year in college, his final year. He hadn’t been her first lover, but nobody before him had ever come close to giving her so much pleasure.

Snuggling up, her pussy pressed against his butt, her lips nibbling the back of his neck, she tried again. Could I persuade you to eat me, baby? Please?

Damn it, Lauren! He glared over his shoulder. Don’t you ever give up? Let me get some sleep. I’m due in court at eight thirty tomorrow, and I’ve got to be sharp.

But sex will relax you, she insisted, reaching around his waist to grab his unfortunately flaccid cock.

Enough! He jerked away from her. I don’t want any more of your slutty attention! Do I have to spell it out in words of one syllable? Leave. Me. Be.

You don’t have to be insulting. Lauren sat up in the bed, her bare arms encircling her knees. A trickle of cum leaked out of her onto the sheet. That just made her long for a refill. In the old days, he couldn’t get enough of her pussy. Sometimes they’d made love three or four times a day. How had they gotten to this point? Ten minutes of pumping, one quick come, and he was finished.

Grow up, Lauren. You’re not a hot chick anymore. You’re a middle-aged woman with a son in university. When are you going to realize there’s more to life than sex?

With you, there’s not much of that either…

Will you stop complaining? I just fucked your brains out, trying to make you happy—

Oh, poor baby! You did it just for me? Anger made Lauren’s physical frustration even more difficult to bear.

Her husband flopped onto his stomach. Forget I said anything. I don’t have the energy to deal with you tonight.

You seem to have plenty of energy for that paralegal of yours. She mastered the temptation to challenge him out loud. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t sink to that level. To be honest, she didn’t mind him having a bit of fun, as long as he didn’t neglect his husbandly duty to keep her satisfied as well. And she understood why he liked Beth. The girl was cute – even Lauren could appreciate her sleek blonde hair and perky boobs – and no doubt far more submissive and less demanding than Lauren herself. She knew the persona she’d cultivated for her job – extraverted, take-charge, always on – could be a bit wearing.

Does he really regret my being a slut? she wondered. What happened to the man I married?

She combed her fingers through his lush hair and kissed him on the temple. Okay, baby. Get some sleep. Maybe I can wake you up in a couple of hours with a nice, long blow job.

That’s it. Elliot swung his legs over the edge of the bed, showing her his hairy back. I’m going to the guest room. Rising to his feet, he grabbed his phone off the bedside table and headed for the door. I can’t handle your nymphomania anymore.

Nymphomania? I just have a healthy sex drive, unlike some people I know...

Her husband just shook his head. Good night, Lauren.

Wait, Elliot. Elliot, please! I have needs!

He was already halfway down the hall when he turned. Find someone else to satisfy your needs, he called out. I’m done trying.

Lauren couldn’t believe her ears. Someone else? You mean that?

Sure. As long as you stop bothering me!

He was gone before she could think of a snappy response.

Someone else? She sank back into the pillows, annoyed, upset and still horny as a toad. Despite Elliot’s occasional infidelities, Lauren had never really felt the urge to stray outside the bounds of their marriage. Sure, she had fantasies, like everyone, but she loved her husband. He was great in the sack – or at least, he used to be – and she suspected that the illicit thrill of an extramarital affair wouldn’t begin to compensate for the resulting damage to their relationship.

Lately, though, he’d been bugging her about