Best Friend's MIlf: Hotwife & Cuckold

By Julie Law

Best Friend’s MILF (Hotwife & Cuckold)

Suzy couldn’t describe how much it trilled her to have her son’s friend peeping on her through her room’s window, and started to tease him, showing more and more of herself. Joel paid her back in kind and she ended up discovering he wasn’t the only one who liked to watch.

Soon she found out she wasn’t content with being a wife to an absent husband, and that if Joel was willing to press his black skin against her pale one she would willingly take him. And her husband could suffer the humiliation of being a cuckold.

Best Friend’s MILF contains interracial romance between an older woman and a younger man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Law
• Release date: Jan 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386970361

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Chapter 1

The first thing I did after getting home was take off my heels and lay back against the door, trying to relax. It wasn’t easy, and I was tired, but a couple of moments of stillness seemed to invigorate me and I breathed a little easier.

Ryan, my son, was seated in the kitchen’s table studying, and I watched him for a few moments in silence, unwilling to let him notice. He did, eventually, and turned to me with a smile, and I gave him another in turn.

Hey, I leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. He was becoming quite a handsome young man, tall and broad shouldered, but his face was still the face of a teenager. He was only eighteen after all, and had room to grow more rugged. I stepped past him towards the fridge, picked my bottle of water and drank from it eagerly. He watched me with amusement, and I thrust my tongue at him when I noticed. How was your day?

He shrugged. Not bad. I handed over my assignment, and after a quick look over the prof said it was alright. I’m confident he’ll find it better than alright.

Ryan wasn’t the type to brag: if he was confident it was because he spent a lot of time making sure it was as close to perfect as it could be. My lips twitched in something like amusement, he was quite unlike me in that regard: I always tried to rush everything, not liking to spend too much time thinking about work or anything like it. I always managed to get by somehow, but Ryan was certainly more blessed in intellect, and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

That’s good. I watched him for a couple of seconds, but he became lost in his studies once again and I shook my head with a smirk. I’m going to take a shower, ok? Then make dinner.

He just nodded once to show he heard me, but I doubted he actually paid attention to my words. I was kind of used to that as well. Whenever Ryan was distracted he lost himself in his own little world, and only prodding him hard took him out of it.

After shaking my head I took the stairs up and entered my room, starting to shrug my clothes off almost immediately. I paused to appreciate my figure in the mirror for a few moments, turning one way and the other and studying my body. I was beautiful and fit, and proud of it. I spent far too much time taking care of myself for anything else to occur. I wasn’t too tall, but taller than most women, and I had curves in all the right places. I straightened momentarily and smiled when my breasts jingled a little but remained perky, and I traced a finger over my abdominals, loving the way the muscles were defined.

Then I sighed. Unfortunately my good looking body wasn’t helping me save my marriage. Ryan didn’t know it, or at least I didn’t think he did, but my marriage to his father was starting to fall apart. It had been rocky for a long time, and only the great amount of time my husband spent away allowed us to keep it going. So long as we weren’t together we could ignore what still connected us and live our lives as we liked them, but lately that hadn’t been enough.

William used to spend three or four days a month home, but not even that recently, and I was getting tired of it all. Our marriage had died a long time ago, and I wanted to get rid of its corpse once and for all. I wanted to love and be loved, and I wanted the freedom divorce would give me in such matters. I didn’t think William would care much either way, but I still hadn’t taken that last step.

Was I worried about how Ryan would take it,