Bella Goes Anal

By Todd Geller

Renetly divorced Brett is exploring his sexual boundaries.

 

Isabella, a 54 year old neighbout of his ex-wife Michelle flirts with him over a concerned phone call.

 

Brett could not have fathomed what was going to happen ahead.

 

After a wonderful night of passion, Brett receives a parcel.

 

"I put down the note and picked up the package, tore off the paper and opened the box. I removed the tissue paper and at the bottom found two items: a pair of her panties and the cucumber. I lifted the panties to my nostrils and breathed in the aroma of her sweet funk."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anna Colter
• Release date: Apr 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224622764

Todd Geller

Todd Geller writes scorching hot new adult romance novels. He especially loves flawed characters who help each other heal. His books are the perfect mix of heat, humor, and heart. When he isn't writing, he's chain drinking tea or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed.  With Todd's books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with his books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Todd loves to add plenty of adversity in his stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.

Book preview

Chapter 1

This is the story of an experience I had about 25 years ago. I’ve never told anyone about this because it would have caused a lot of problems for various people if those various people ever found out. The names are changed, and the dialogue is paraphrased, but I remember most of this like it was yesterday so it is fairly accurate to the way things happened.

My name is Brett, and as I write this I am 77 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Michelle. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five-year-old: 5’7", 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it.

She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce.

Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to see how I was doing and offer support. I got calls from my old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Michelle’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Michelle was an idiot.

A couple weeks after she left me, Michelle’s neighbour called me. Isabella was in her fifties at the time, perhaps fifty-three or fifty-four. She was remarried to a man named Rick, who I also got along well with. She was attractive like Michelle, blonde, about the same height and slim, perhaps ten pounds heavier than Michelle with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were only a little bigger than Michelle’s, but still looked pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, in fact I’d only met her once when she told Michelle that it was okay to marry me, and from the beginning Isabella insisted I call her by her first name. Michelle and I would visit her house on holidays and go with Isabella to her condo at