Saturday Night With The Mrs

By Cupido

Stories of dominant women or men, couples, or strangers who explore the limits of sexuality with role play, BDSM, partner swapping or orgies shrouded in sexy mystique.This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains the following stories:"It started with a pillow fight. He won. She had to let him handcuff her." Friday Afternoon by SM Light, Hamar"It was one of those mornings when she was dripping wet. She begged and pleaded, but he had to hurry to work." – When The Husband Should Have Been At Work by Lucky Girl"He was too drunk on the first night. The next day, he takes control and asks her to be completely passive." – Andres by Urd"They'd brought each other joy for more than 20 years. He put a big mirror at the foot end of their double bed." – Saturday Night With The Mrs by Sprinter-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Mar 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9788726477511

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Saturday Night With The Mrs

Saturday Night With The Mrs

Original title:

Fredag ettermiddag. Da mannen skulle på jobben. Andreas. Lørdagskveld med min frue.

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Friday Afternoon

by SM Light, Hamar

Finally done with work after a long week of trouble and strife about this and that. The dream of a quiet, peaceful weekend at home seemed incredibly alluring. No annoying phones and no people waiting to pick a fight about this and that with no deeper meaning than to boost their egos through an argument. It finally looked like the weekend would be calm. The only thing to worry about was what to eat and what to watch on TV. And whether to put your feet up in the chair or on the table.

I opened the door to my house and went inside. Not a single sound. Perhaps you were out shopping for groceries, or asleep?

I looked around the flat, but there was no sign of you. I loosened my uniform tie and thought I could lean back in my armchair and enjoy my newspaper in peace.

I had the thought, and I acted on