![]() The next day, I woke up after Brandon had already left for work. I kissed him goodnight and went upstairs to our bedroom, stripping naked and snuggling alone into the feather comforter and falling into a troubled sleep. ![]() If anything comes up, please remember that I’m happy to do whatever you need.” “Thank you,” he said, giving me a small, tight smile before returning his eyes to the pages in front of him. Sadly, I said, “Honey, if there’s anything at all I can do to help you out, you know you can ask, right? I’ll do anything you need if it’ll make you less stressed. And I felt like my whole presence, my whole existence, was nothing more than an irritation to him. He’d never turned down my advances before, and although I logically knew that he was just stressed out, I worried that my body was no longer exciting to him, that he was no longer sexually attracted to me. “I just need to concentrate for a while.” “Can I bring you anything? A snack? Some ice water? Tea?” “Give me another hour or two to finish this up.” “I can’t right now,” he said, frowning into a brief. “Baby, come to bed,” I pleaded, rubbing Brandon’s shoulders and letting my robe fall open so that my breast grazed his neck as I leaned over him to kiss his neck. Now, suddenly, I felt like I was the one who had to take care of him, and I was at a loss. We’d met when I was eighteen and he was forty-five, but we’d had an instant connection and had married the next year. I was still only twenty years old, and Brandon had always been the one who took care of me. But it was turning out to be much harder than he’d expected he’d never had any trouble landing clients in the past, but it was as though he were suddenly stuck, unable to seal the deal, now that he really needed it. He stayed up strategizing and trying to get ahead on his cases, then got up early to head into work.īrandon was under a lot of pressure to bring in some great new clients to the firm, and he felt that he needed to prove his worth - prove to the other partners that they’d made the right decision in making him partner. I didn’t know how to deal with it - he didn’t want to fuck me anymore, and often didn’t even come to bed until late at night. In the weeks after Brandon made partner, he was obviously stressed out, and it was starting to affect our relationship at home. I never expected to get filled with cum by these anonymous men while I was spread open on conference room tables, desks, or plush leather chairs, as part of a bargaining tool for my husband’s business.īut what I expected least of all, though, was how much I’d end up loving it. I never expected to get manhandled and used by men whose names I often didn’t even know, and certainly couldn’t remember afterward. I never expected to have another man’s cock deep inside my unprotected pussy while my husband watched through the crack in a closet door. What I never expected, however, was that Brandon would start loaning me out to potential clients like a whore. When my husband was made partner at his law firm, I expected the longer hours. Stretched Wide By My Husband’s Clients, #1 Visit to sign up to receive free previews of Anya’s new books. ![]() Have Kindle Unlimited? You can read all of Anya’s individual stories for FREE! Click here to view your naughty, kinky options. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ![]() (Cuckold/hotwife, fertile, older man younger woman, exhibitionism, clothed male naked female)Īll rights reserved. The complete series - three stories in one!
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