The Number Three Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

By Wanda Peters

Sometimes when you have been married for a while, the romance dies. Many couples try to rekindle it by having date nights or romantic vacations but with small children involved it is not always that simple. Sometimes a wife needs more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Oct 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005292898

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.

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The Number Three Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

Author Wanda Peters

Copywrite 2021

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The Number Three Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

You Desire Romance

Make no mistake, romance does not stay in marriage forever. Oh, sure, I have seen those pictures of some old man holding the hand of an old woman and looking at her with love in his eyes. And I have no reason to think that those pictures were photoshopped. But I will bet you a dollar to donuts that they weren’t that way for their entire marriage.

Helen R. writes:

I have always loved the dating scene. I don’t think there is anything quite as exciting as flirting with different men and watching them vying for my attention. I must have dated 50 different guys while I was in college, and I fucked a good share of them. I loved the chase almost as much as the conquest.

And then I met Howard, and he was so handsome and so attentive that I didn’t think that I needed any other man. And I would have had difficulty fitting another man into the schedule that Howard planned out for us.

He would have us doing things seemingly out of the blue, something different every weekend. Once it was skydiving, another time it was scuba diving, and still another it was rock climbing. He seemed to be fascinated by activities that would get my adrenaline flowing. And of course, then he was more than willing to bring me down from that high by giving me multiple orgasms starting with his mouth and ending with his cock.

We only went out for three months before he got down on one knee, offered me a big diamond ring, and asked me to be his wife. I thought at that time that my days of looking for romance were over and that Howard was the man to make me settle down and so I accepted.

It was just two months later that we stood outside in the sunshine under a wedding arch that we exchanged vows. All our friends and family were in attendance, and it was a beautiful ceremony. What more could any woman want?

The honeymoon was awesome. Howard had booked us in a beachside hotel in Hawaii, and we spent our day snorkeling or scuba diving and our nights making love sometimes in our room and sometimes on an isolated stretch of beach.

Howard had asked me to bear his children and had insisted that I stop using birth control before the marriage took place. I wasn’t sure that I wanted children right away, but if it made Howard happy, I would go along with the idea.

The very first night of our honeymoon, Howard took me bareback, and when I felt his blast of cum hit my inside, I was positive that my belly would soon be swelling with a baby growing inside of me. And I was right. It was just nine months later that our daughter was born. Holding her in my arms was the happiest feeling that I had ever experienced.

Howard was the perfect father, insisting on getting up in the middle of the night to feed the baby, always being around when she needs a change, and rocking her to sleep as he read her a story. I felt a little left out. I had planned to breastfeed my child, but Howard insisted that it would be better if he could bottle feed her, so I compromised with him, and breastfed her during the day, and then squeezed some breast milk into a bottle for him to use at night.

But then an unexpected consequence of having children occurred. Howard was spending so much time with little Becky that he