The Unhappy Wife!

By Misty Chikan

Nicole and Mark have been unhappily married for a year now. Something has to give, and their scheming neighbors just might hold the answer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GW Enterprises Publishing Company
• Release date: May 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005130114

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The Unhappy Wife.

Copyright 2021 | GW Enterprises Publishing Company

Author: Misty Chikan

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This eBook contains adults only erotica. All human characters in this story are over eighteen, and any similarities to real people or real-life situations is purely coincidental and unintended. This eBook is 100% fiction, none of this ever happened.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

It’s hot, and Daniel Carter stands in the shade of the patio at the rear of his home, a can of beer in one hand, and watches the tops of oleander bushes sway in the wind. Gusts of heated desert air licked over his naked flesh like a grass fire, drying the sweat from the matted blond hair of his chest and lower belly. ‘The temperature in suburban El Cajon must be ten degrees higher than in downtown San Diego,’ he thought. The wheezing old air conditioner in his office window had groaned to a halt at nine-thirty with a dry choking rattle.

No repairmen were available. By noon Daniel had fled the heat for a beer and a sandwich in Rusti’s bar and then driven home to relax in the darkened rooms of the house as cool as the waters of a mountain pool. Sarah is a guest at a luncheon and winter fashion show in Mission Valley, and he had the premises to himself. Setting the empty beer can down, he steps into the searing sunshine and moves slowly across the lawn to the concrete apron of the pool. From the backyard of the corner house to his left comes the loud splash of an inexpert diver doing a bellyflop into a pool.

Neither Sarah nor he had called on the young Jenkins couple who had moved in last week. Daniel hurries the tall redwood fence and pries free the large knot. ‘Perhaps this young couple are nudists, too,’ he wonders. Daniel put an eye to the knothole and clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a shout of delight. A naked young woman floats on her back in the middle of the pool, her large breasts bobbing, and her lengthy, black hair strung out behind her like a patch of seaweed. He goes back toward the house to get his binoculars and camera.

When Daniel returns with his camera and binoculars, he sees the young brunette mounting the ladder at the end of the pool, her back and buttocks glistening in the bright sunlight. She turns to scan the length of fencing that binds the property on three sides, then saunters over to a lounge directly in front of Daniel. Sunlight filters through the leaves of an olive tree to dapple her pale white body as she stands for a moment facing him, her eyes closed, and head tilted up. Adjusting the telephoto lens, the man clicks the shutter release. He glances quickly through the knothole.

She lies on the lounge. Daniel gazes at the digital picture he took on the camera’s screen and finds he captured an excellent close-up of her full figure. The lounge on which she lies has an upward slope at its head, bathed in a patch of clear sunlight. The foot of it is parallel to the length of the pool. So, Daniel has a view from the top of her head and the mounds of firm breasts. Below the stretch of pale, naked flesh, drops of water gleamed like crystal in the thick patch of her dark pubic hair. The man’s hand moves to touch his hardened cock.

On a glass-topped, wrought-iron table to her right lies a large bowl of fruit. Beside it is a small book in a white jacket. Daniel focuses on it with the binoculars but cannot make out the title. Reaching out, the woman fingers over the oranges and apples, then traces the outline of one of the bananas like a shoplifter touching tempting merchandise. She takes a pair of glasses from the bowl, puts them on, and picks up the book. It falls open, and she begins to read.

Her left hand feathers her breasts and nipples and across her belly. It’s as if she’s directing her hand’s progress following printed instructions. Daniel’s cock throbs in his hand as he watches her fingers spread the hair at the top of her slit. Lying the open book on her breasts, she draws her feet up, plants the soles close to her buttocks, and then parts her raised knees. The fingers of her hands forage in her pussy while her hips rotate slowly.

Damn you, Daniel mutters. Turn around.

He snaps several more pictures, keeping an eye on her all the time. Again, her right-hand goes to the basket of fruit. Fingers closed around an orange and brought it to