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By Patty Marie

Book 2 “Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth”
David’s explanation.
“So there I was joining the ranks of the kinky set. Getting off on my wife being lusted after and a step farther, getting off on guys who want to do something about their lust. In the midst of all that, along comes Evan. He asks you to dinner and when you told me about it, part of my wanted you to tell me that you had a dinner date with him and that you hoped I didn’t mind. I hoped you’d say that there wasn’t any way you could be sure to hang onto your job if you didn’t say yes.
“While the others, were a turn on, they were a passing thing a thrill once and gone away. But Evan, Evan was going to be there daily... you’d see him every day at work and his invitation was left open. Then I met the man. Not only is he younger, he’s a stud... the epitome of every woman’s wet dream, so to speak. Three times I’ve seen him and each time he checked you out and you checked him out. And each time I found myself wondering if you’d ever take him up on it, maybe even wishing you would.
“Of course, just like all the other guys who’ve paid attention to you that you’ve either interacted with or they’ve caught your eye as well, we incorporated him into our sex life in our role plays. Him being constantly available made it all the more attractive to do that.
“I struggled with the thoughts of wanting and loathing for you to jump his bones. With more research there I became aware of the cuckold community. Guys who not only wanted to show off their wives to other men, but wanted them to interact sexually with them. Oh God you have no idea of just how jumbled that community is. Mostly it’s made up of wannabes. But of those who actually live the life style it’s a mixed bag. Everything from allowing slash encouraging their wives to go out on dates fully knowing they would and wanting them to have sex, to the wife taking a bull, a kind of dominant lover, and the two of them humiliating the poor cuck. Some of them watch their wife and her lover in action. There are infinite variations on that theme.
“Over the last several months the ‘you and Evan fantasy has become a fixture in my thoughts. It’s not confined to our role play times. Every time I hear his name it replays in my head. Every time you leave for work, every time you tell me something about work, it replays in my mind. Worse than that, every time I notice some guy checking out a woman, it replays in my mind. Any time my mind isn’t actively engaged in a thought process, it jumps into my thoughts. It happens at work, if there’s any slack time. My vision of what happens gets into detail deeper and deeper.
“To make matters worse, a little over a month ago, I needed something from my dresser while you were in the shower. You know how we leave the door open a crack so that the exhaust fan can have some air to draw into the room, well as I was getting what I wanted I heard you, over the running water, climaxing. Hell, if you were horny all you had to do was say so and I’d have had you in bed, or joined you in the shower if that’s what you wanted. But no you were in the shower alone, but not alone in your mind. It had to be Evan in your mind.”
He had me there. More like once a week. I was unfaithful in my thoughts for a long time before last night.
“I think that’s what pushed me over the edge. Suddenly I could sympathize with the wannabe cucks. To be honest, I could sympathize with you too, the fantasy has hit me in the shower and I’ve masturbated there too. It’s become an obsession with me. I convinced myself it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ you do it, but ‘when’. For over a month now I’ve begun to fantasize about just how that would come to be and thinking up scenarios that I could set up to facilitate that. In most of them there was nothing I could do but wait for the opportunity ... until last night. I figured all that was needed was you and Evan alone for a sufficient length of time. It seems I’m in, w

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patty Marie
• Release date: Jan 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215282809

Patty Marie

I'm a senior citizen (semi-retired) who enjoys reading and writing erotic fiction. None of my stories actually happened, to the best of my knowledge. I grew up in and around Portland Oregon and still live in the Pacific Northwest. Most of my stories will take place there, though literary license may be taken with names and locations of places (actual or fictional) mentioned in my books.I am happily married and nearing my 50th wedding anniversary. I enjoy time with my grandchildren, and walks on the beach with my ever lovin'

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With Permission

Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Book 2

An erotic Novel

With Permission

Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Book 2

By Patty Marie

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Table of Contents

Prolog

Chapter 1 An explanation

Chapter 2 We need to talk

Chapter 3 What do we do now

Chapter 4 Does he really want me to

Chapter 5 We work out the details

Chapter 6 David learns the details

Chapter 7 Sheer torture

Chapter 8 Communication at last

Chapter 9 The big day

Chapter 10 The main event

Chapter 11 Encore

Chapter 12 Home to my cuck

Chapter 13 It wasn’t Evan, or me

Chapter 14 Working late

Chapter 15 Dinner with a friend

Chapter 16 Getting down to business

Chapter 17 Staying later

Chapter 18 Home again

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Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Book 2

By Patty Marie

Prolog

I didn’t want be over the hill. On my fortieth birthday, the gang at work conspired to throw me an over the hill party. When I got in they had gotten there ahead of me. Each corner of my desk sported a black balloon with the number 40 on it. The entire desk was draped in black crape paper. There were a dozen or so cards laying on it; all taking digs at being old. It was a joke … I wasn’t laughing. Who the hell wants to be over the hill?

OK, so I’d put on a few pounds since college and as a mother of two, I had an excuse, didn’t I? We all know how hard it is to lose all the baby fat after a pregnancy. It didn’t help that my second child had come along just fourteen months after the first, so it was baby fat on top of baby fat. Oh, I’d manage to lose all but about twenty or so pounds. Unfortunately what was left was on my gut and maybe a little on my butt.

Over the years, I’d adopted an easy to care for shaggy page boy kind of do. Not the most attractive, but it was easy to take care of. And my wardrobe kind of followed suit. Easy to take care of and practical. I was trying to look professional after all. I went into the ladies room to get away from all the jibes about being over the hill. I stood back looking in the mirror and took stock of myself.

I looked over the hill. They say when it comes to make up, less is more. But I’m sure that they didn’t mean for it to be only pale lipstick. I did nothing to enhance my eyes; my brows were a bit shaggy. I couldn’t remember the last time I tweezed them. I had pierced my ears when I was in my teens, but the last… what, fifteen years I’d not bothered to wear ear rings except on special occasions and then only plain studs.

That was going to change. My birthday had been on a Friday. By Monday I had joined a gym and subscribed to an online diet program. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it to my husband David. If I said anything to him he’d have just told me that forty was just a number and that he loved just as much as he did the day we were married. So I made sure that the program I chose was a realistic cook it yourself thing with meals I could feed David without him taking too much notice. You’d be surprised to know how many gourmet cuisines are actually healthy, that is if you don’t choose fat based sauces and were careful to make the deserts fruit based compotes.

The first thing I did to get myself in the right mind set was to systematically replace my lingerie. A few pair at time I threw out the cotton granny panties and replace them with nylon boyshorts and hip huggers. My plain cotton practical bras got replaced with some showing some lace and white replaced with pastel colors. I even made a change to demi cups when my boobs lost a cup size. Why is it when a woman diets the first fat to go is in her boobs. It took a year, but the twenty pounds went, pretty much from my incessant regimen of crunches, plank exercises and lunch time spent on the tread mill after a cup of yoghurt in lieu of the high carb stuff I’d been consuming before.

Thinking that if people thought I was old they might also think I was outdated in my work approach. I was in sales and was running in the middle of the pack as for as sales were concerned. Not wanting some kid right out of college to pop in and show me up, I started to look for ways to make myself more valuable to the company. I was already closing as many deals as I could. I stumbled onto the solution when one of my existing clients came to me and asked if we could adapt an existing product to meet the needs of an upcoming trend in their business.

I sought out Marge Gordon, the head of R & D. I didn’t know her well, but when I broached the idea to her, she encouraged me to get details from my client and bring it back to her. My schedule was already pretty full, but I made some late in the day appointments with the client and a week later, I found myself staying late to work with Bob Marsden on the specs for the modification. I also did some research on the industry and determined that the item my client was interested could have some wide reaching applications. Bob saw right away that with just a few more tweaks he could foresee applications in other markets that used similar products. In a month’s time, we were in production and the sales staff was brought up to speed on the product and its possible applications.

Just like that I became good friends with Marge and she encouraged me to find her more ideas. So I went back through my client base and met with the purchasing agents in each company armed with a series of questions designed to root out more products that no one else was producing. On top of my usual work load that made for some long days, but I got three more in the next month and each month made more strides. Not everything I brought in was doable economically but about forty percent were and everyone was happy. My pay was hourly, plus commission. Before I’d only been making enough sales to justify my hourly wage, but now with the new products I was doing a lot better.

With my diet and exercise program compete, I totally revamped my wardrobe and hair style and I was rewarded with the guys at work and clients as well as passersby on the street