Lost and Found: A Cuckold Story

By Manus Dare

Just when Harper thought she was over her ex, he pulls her back in.

After a tumultuous breakup with her ex, Trip, Harper is ready to begin her new life. She's moving in with Miller, a kind and loving guy and a much needed balm after her tempestuous relationship with Trip.

But, when she goes to Trip's house to pick up the last of her things, she doesn't expect the hot of hot feelings she still has for him. And Trip doesn't make it any easier. He's lost her once and he is going to use every exciting trick to take her away from Miller.

What happens when a new love is tested by overwhelming lust? Will Miller and Harper be able to weather the storm?

Find out who wins and who loses in this standalone cheating and cuckold story by Manus Dare!

Lost and Found includes explicit scenes of cheating, cuckolding, and an ending you won't see coming in a Manus Dare story. Read responsibly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Manus Dare
• Release date: Feb 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215704486

Manus Dare

Have you ever wanted to read a story where the bad guy gets the girl and the hero is forced to watch? Whether it's a bully seducing a loving wife, or a villain ravishing a fairy-tale princess, Manus Dare creates dark and twisted tales of cheating and cuckolding you can’t help but love!

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Lost and Found

A Cuckold Story

Manus Dare

Copyright © 20323 by Manus Dare

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Contents

1. Harper

2. Miller

3. Harper

4. Miller

5. Harper

6. Epilogue

Harper

Honey, are you sure you have to go over there?

Miller looked worried as I picked up my purse and keys. I smiled, patting his cheek.

It's fine, baby, I said. I just need to pick up a few things then I'll come right back home.

I knew why Miller was worried. My relationship with Trip had been a tempestuous one, up and down with lots of sex in between. Trip was the ultimate lady killer, sexy and suave with, and I'd never tell Miller, a beautiful cock that never failed to get me wet.

But, it was exactly his womanizing and his ego that had convinced me to leave. And Miller, sweet, loving Miller who'd had a crush on me since college, finally got his chance. He asked me out, and I said yes. With Miller, everything was easy while everything about Trip was complicated.

Take getting back my stuff, for example. Trip had texted me a week ago and let me know he had a box of my things. Rather than drop them off, like a gentleman, he was forcing me to come pick them up.

I kissed Miller on the cheek and gave him a hug.

Don't worry, OK? I'll be back before you know it.

I wish I was as confident as I sounded. Did I mention things with Trip were complicated? Besides being the first love of my life, Trip was drop dead gorgeous. I knew that him making me come pick up my clothes was just a way to try and sneak back into my life.

MIller gave me a harder kiss than usual to show me how much he loved me. I gave him another reassuring smile and headed out to my car. As soon as I was safely inside, my smile faded.

You can do this, I said to myself in the mirror. I fingered the thin, gold necklace with a small pearl pendant Miller had given me for my birthday as if it could give me strength. You don't care about him anymore.

I drove over to Trip's house, stealing my nerves against what I was sure would be a contentious conversation. I knocked on the door and of course, Trip opened up the door wearing only a baggy pair of shorts.

His body was brown and beautiful. It was impossible not to look at the muscled expanse of his chest and the rippled abs leading down to my favorite part, the thick V of muscle I used to love to kiss before I put his thick brown cock into my mouth. I would be lying if I said I had not conjured up the image of Trip many times when I was with Miller. Not that I didn't enjoy sex with Miller, it was just that memories of Trip were so hot and vibrant; they brought me off like a firecracker rather than the slow smolder of Miller's love.

But, I wasn't about