Temptations in the Garden of Desire # 1 Dipping Our Toes

By Mary Not Wollstonecraft

Eden’s world is turned upside down when he discovers his deepest desires lie in the taboo world of interracial cuckolding. When he convinces his wife, Cathy, to meet with a handsome black man named Bako, he doesn’t realize the extent to which Bako will tempt and entice them both. As Eden watches his beloved wife explore her sexuality with her new lover, he is swept up in a whirlwind of pleasure and excitement he never dreamed possible.

Eden begins to change in the most abrupt and unexpected way. Will their sexual escapades lead to destruction, or will they emerge more in love from the garden of desires than ever before?

Follow Eden and Cathy’s erotic adventure in the provocative and steamy “Temptations in the Garden of Desires.”

Eden and Cathy submit to their deepest desires and explore the forbidden pleasures of interracial cuckoldry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Kittys Publishing
• Release date: Jun 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215762776

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Temptations in the Garden of Desire

# 1 Dipping Our Toes

Eden and Cathy submit to their deepest desires and explore the forbidden pleasures of interracial cuckoldry.

Mary Not Wollstonecraft

© Copyright 2023 by Mary the Wollstonecraft Woman

This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.

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

Temptations in the Garden of Desire

# 1 Dipping Our Toes

Few things have been more beautiful than my diary when I dropped it into the chilly waters of Dillon Lake one Sunday morning. The thing floated for a moment, bobbing this way and then that, in the gentle waves. A motorboat passed near me. In its wake, the book, like a submarine, dived below the surface.

The waters of Dillon are quite clear, and the book hung there, six or seven inches under the surfaces. After a moment or two, it opened to reveal the pages somewhere about the middle of the year-and-half-long journal. In my handwriting, clearly visible, was the date at the top of the page, September, something or another. The pages were pale blue, which took on a green hue in the sunlight filtering through waves.

It vanished and, with it, the record of my humiliating descent.

Without a second thought, I dove into the fridge waters, swimming down, struggling deeper into the icy void. Grabbing the record of my life, I pulled it to my heart and swam to the surface. I clambered into the boat, grabbed a towel, and tried to dry myself. On a bright October morning, I’m shivering like a woman about to be fucked for the first time.

How could I have been such a fool?

After making my way to my boat slip, I rushed to our cabin and made the morning coffee. As I waited for the rest of the house to wake, I thought about the past year and a half.

This whole cuckold affair started as a fantasy, but quickly escalated into reality. Sometime in December 2017, while we made love, we fantasized about me watching her being fucked by a black stud. This continued for a week or two, and one morning, after a night, when I didn’t satisfy her, she suggested we