Happy Anniversary

By Kasumi Lee

Diana is a lucky woman.

Her husband Derek is a wealthy man who provides for her every need. He loves her, she loves him, and their marriage is strong. And yet, there are other needs she harbors which he can’t fully satisfy, so for their wedding anniversary, he arranges a special gift.

His name is Marcus, and he’s everything Diana could ever wish for in a man. The night of passion the trio spends together will be one of the most memorable of their lives.

But it may not stop there. There’s something about Marcus that Diana feels inexplicably drawn to. Something deeper than mere lust. Something her husband may not have counted on. She finds herself wanting to take things further...much further...

How far will Diana go, and can her husband live with the consequences of sharing his wife with another man?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasumi Lee
• Release date: Jul 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005822378

Kasumi Lee

Hi!I’m Kasumi Lee, a modestly accomplished erotica author liberated from the chains of Amazon exclusivity. How that happened is literally Kafkaesque, and so I moved my whole steamy catalog of sexy stories to Smashwords!I’ve written a lot of interracial stories featuring White men and Asian women, especially ones where my Asian female characters find themselves pregnant by their handsome White lovers. Their clueless Asian husbands won’t find out until it’s too late!Not all my stories are interracial stories, or even set in the real world. I’ve experimented with paranormal erotica, and even some darker taboo stories, but interracial stories with sexy White knights seducing and breeding beautiful Asian goddesses remain my favorite.Whatever gets you hard or makes you wet, I’m sure you’ll find something in my smutty little library to satisfy you. I hope you have as much fun reading my stories as I had writing them!Kasumi Lee

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Happy Anniversary

A Steamy Hotwife Cuckold Breeding Romance Erotic Story

Kasumi Lee

Copyright © 2020 Kasumi Lee

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

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She was resplendent in a beautiful red gown that revealed her shoulders and back. The dress also featured a thigh slit and a plunging neckline that left her cleavage exposed.

Her hair was long and dark, flowing over one shoulder as she sat twirling a strand with one hand while holding a half-empty wineglass with the other. She gazed across the table at her husband with a pair of chestnut eyes and smiled.

He returned the smile as he finished the last of his wine. He looked smart in a casual suit and a fresh haircut, and his eyes were fixed on the gap between her breasts. He liked to admire her body, and she was more than happy to exhibit herself to him.

She examined her nails, painted as red as her dress and lips, admiring in particular the 3-carat diamond on her finger. It was worth more than most people made in a year, but it was a drop in the bucket for the man sitting across from her.

Her husband checked his watch.

I have something for you, he told her, getting up from his seat.

Ooh, what is it? she asked excitedly.

It’s upstairs, he replied, pulling out a piece of black cloth, but I can’t have you peeking.

I’m sure it’ll be good, she enthused.

She finished her wine and gently wiped her mouth, taking care not to smear her lipstick.

Her husband stood behind her and stretched the piece of black silk taut before placing it gently over her eyes and tying it into a knot behind her head. Her heart began to beat with excitement as he helped her out of her seat and guided her to the door.

Wearing four-inch heels, it was more of a challenge to walk and keep her balance without being able to see, even with her husband holding her hand.

The dull thud of her stilettos became an echoing click as they left the dining room and entered the front hall. She strutted forward while squeezing her husband’s hand as he led her forward.

Careful of the stairs, he warned