I Watched My Wife Leave with Another Man

By Paul S. Forrester

Whilst consoling my friend, who recently lost his wife to a local playboy, I watch on helpless as the playboy flirts with my own wife. When she leaves the party in his car, my friend fills me on what’s he’s likely to be doing with her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul S. Forrester
• Release date: Aug 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215883167

Paul S. Forrester

I'm an English guy who enjoys writing erotica, and specialises in subjects that society considers taboo. I find it interesting to explore how different people might react to given situations, especially if it challenges normality.I try to keep a little humour in my work, too. Reading fiction should always be fun, as well as sometimes thought provoking and hopefully, exciting too.

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I Watched My Wife Leave with Another Man

By Paul S. Forrester, 2023

Whilst consoling my friend, who recently lost his wife to a local playboy, I watch on helpless as the playboy flirts with my own wife. When she leaves the party in his car, my friend fills me on what’s he’s likely to be doing with her.

Ginger! my wife squealed as she saw her best friend and launched herself out of the car before I’d even turned off the engine. I sat back in the driver’s seat and watched, smiling, as they hugged each other, admiring the contrast in body shapes between Ginger’s petite frame and Claire’s taller one. I felt some desire as I watched them hug, especially as they were wearing such sexy outfits for the party, and I knew they’d be inseparable for the rest of the night. They always were.

We’d pulled up at the remote cottage in our beaten-up pickup, the only car we owned. I used it for work so it wasn’t the tidiest inside, and Claire had made me put blankets over the seats so her new dress wouldn’t get dirty. I must admit that her dress that night was pretty special - a one-piece stretchy white lycra thing that hugged her amazing body. I’d sat on our bed 30 minutes earlier watching her dress after her shower - slipping on lacy white panties and a matching bra, before sliding on the dress. I had given her a wolf-whistle and a Hubba! Hubba! from where I sat, but that only earned a scowl for my trouble.

The truth was, we hadn’t been as happy together as we once had been. Marriage had been great for five years, but not