Wife Breeding Team and Other Stories , livre ebook

Andrews UK - Damien Dsoul

Découvre YouScribe en t'inscrivant gratuitement

Je m'inscris

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

134 pages

English

Vous pourrez modifier la taille du texte de cet ouvrage

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

A propos
Informations
Extrait

Description

A collection of short stories from Damien Dsoul...An exotic resort catering to the most exquisite cuckold fantasies couples can enjoy, especially for husbands seeking their wives to become Black-Bred;Explore the individual state of mind of a mature husband and his wife vacating in Nigeria with the wife's lover as they entangle in a night of forbidden sexual passion and seduction; Pimp Zee travels across town to reawaken a milf slut who but still desires getting back into the game of servicing black clientele.A hapless white husband makes a late-hour confession to a black preacher regarding the event that occurred in his home that changed his marriage and his world forever.Eleven erotic tales of interracial/cuckold fetish involving housewives becoming self-aware of their untapped sexual desires, their husbands willing to acquiesce to their pleasures, and the lovers more than willing to make their fantasies come through.

Sujets

Erotic literature

Informations

Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	01 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781785385384
Langue	English

Informations légales : prix de location à la page 0,0200€. Cette information est donnée uniquement à titre indicatif conformément à la législation en vigueur.

Extrait

Title Page
Wife Breeding Team
And Other Stories
A House of Erotica collection
Damien Dsoul

Publisher Information
Wife Breeding Team and Other Stories
Published in 2016 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
an imprint of
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2016 Damien Dsoul
The right of Damien Dsoulto be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Wife Breeding Team
Chapter 1
You want something bad. Something you don’t have. Something you know you can’t ever have . . . but you know someone out there who can give it to you. Someplace you know you can get it with ease . Would you go for it?
Jake Landis rolled the question over and over in his mind. He turned to look at his wife Gladys lounging beside him. Her seat was reclined backward and her head lolled to the side. She wore a sleep pad over her eyes; her hands rested languidly on her thigh and she barely stirred in her seat. Jake continued looking at her and thought she’d never looked so peaceful right now, especially with what they were traveling for. He couldn’t help acknowledging that no matter what, Gladys almost always took things in easy stride unlike him who couldn’t help fretting sometimes over minor stuff. It was something he’d always admired about her, though was reluctant to admit.
He switched his gaze to the glass of scotch in his hand and raised it to his lips, still mewling over the peculiar thoughts on his mind when suddenly his seat shuddered under him. It wasn’t just his seat but the entire plane as well.
Jake glanced out his window at the thick cloud cover they were flying through while the plane continued shuddering from mild turbulence, nothing dangerous. He returned to sipping his drink. This was his second glass of scotch since they took off almost an hour ago. These days he seemed to duly require one to soothe his nerves whenever he had weighty thoughts on his mind; especially thoughts that had to do with personal stuff and not work. He often would have preferred work or any other type of distraction than worrying over stuff plaguing his mind. He usually had a glass of scotch before he had dinner, and Gladys so in love with playing the nagging wife inconsiderably berated him about it, always sniping about what the doctor had said last time regarding his cholesterol figure. Things has come to an unusual truce for them: Jake promised to seriously consider lowering his scotch dosage if she accepted doing this thing he wanted.
His eyes returned to admiring the sea of cumulonimbus cloud banks outside his window spreading beyond the plane’s wings and looking like giant mushrooms sprouting from the earth. His eyes caught sightings of the sun’s glare hovering miles above the horizon.
A stewardess came strolling down the aisle and stopped to enquire if he desired another glass. Jake waved a hand and told her he was okay. All part of the perks of traveling First Class. Jake was a senior executive with a renowned tech giant company and First Class was how he loved to travel. Anything short of that and he’d opt for a private jet to cart to wherever city in the world he wanted.
Gladys stirred in her sleep. Jake adjusted himself in his chair to look at her again.
He was forty-four years old compared to Gladys who was twenty-nine. This was her first marriage while it was his second. Blonde hair, gorgeous body, perfect set of legs, and tons of smartness to go with everything. In her teens, she had trained as a dancer, but circumstances inevitably pushed her into Dramatic Arts. She enjoyed a good run in a few out of Broadway shows before quitting the game for wanting something new and challenging; she had settled for a job in a PR firm. Jake often thought that in another life never would someone as pretty and attractive as her would fall in love for someone like him. His mindset had been built and worked for business; never had he been blessed with the attractive masculinity of an athlete except maybe in dreams. His portly frame had ballooned to its current state starting from his high school years where he had been comfortable deciphering numbers and statistics, but chagrined at the football jocks who got pussy like they knew not what else to do with it except fuck. Still he couldn’t complain much; life had been just as good for him. Far better than plenty of the jocks who’d mocked his portliness. First marriage had gone bust like he saw it coming. He had gotten over that though, straightened his life and miraculously found his current beauty who loved him for who and what he was, and he couldn’t be any luckier to have her . . . even though there were some baggage from his previous marriage that still haunted him. He and Gladys had spent hours talking and mulling over it before deciding to commence this trip that they were on now.
The plane suffered another bout of shuddering quake as they soared through incoming cloud banks and then it was over. Jake was back to admiring the view from his window when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Gladys smiled wearily at him; she had relieved herself of the sleep pad to fix him with a bleary set of turquoise eyes. Jake thought he could fall into her eyes and swim in them and never would complain of anything.
“Did I sleep long?” she asked.
“Not long enough. You needed it.”
She stretched her arms and cracked a yawn then adjusted her seat to bring her upright.
“How soon before we arrive? Do you have any idea?”
Jake looked at his watch but the pilot’s voice suddenly broke through the P.A system to let everyone know that they’d just about arrive at their destination and will begin descent shortly.
“I guess that about answers it,” Jake said.
Gladys looked at his scotch drink. “That better be your last for the rest of the day. You promised.”
“I’m a man of my words, honey. I won’t touch another for today.”
“I hope so. I’d better go use the lady’s room when I can.” She freed herself from the confines of her seatbelt and came to her feet. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Gladys went searching for the nearest restroom, leaving Jake to observe the contents of his scotch drink and ask himself if really he could make it through the day without downing another. He drained his glass and rolled his tongue inside his mouth while enjoying the feeling of the alcohol burning down his throat.
The plane began its earnest descent and Jake gazed out the window while the pilot’s voice returned to the speaker again announcing they would be landing in less than a half hour and for everyone to buckle in their seats. Gladys returned from the restroom and clipped back her seatbelt. She reached for his hand and Jake locked fingers with her.
“I always get nervous on planes,” she said.
“I know. Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”
“You already checked with the resort where we’ll be staying?”
“Yeah, I did that before we took off. There’s going to be a vehicle waiting to pick us up. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” she replied unconvincingly. There was still a nagging factor in the back of her mind. Jake was well aware of it and hoped that by the time they got settled in the resort it won’t be bothering her as much.
“You don’t need to be worried.”
“I’m trying not to,” she said. “I just can’t believe we’re actually going through with this.”
“I know I’ve said this already, but I still can’t thank you enough for going along with me.”
“I love you, darling. That’s all that matters. Now kiss me before I faint.”
Jake pulled her toward him and kissed her. They sat back and still held hands as the plane drew them closer and closer toward land and everything they’d traveled these miles for.
Chapter 2
An hour later they had rescued their luggage from the stack of bags rushing through the circular conveyor belt in the airport. Jake wore a straw hat over his head, something he almost always took with him whenever traveling to some exotic destination, away from all the cold, calculating bustle of work and drudgery that awaited him back home.
Jake pulled both their bags along by their handle while Gladys hefted her handbag on her shoulder and went forward then turned around and took snapshots of him with her Nikon camera. The past couple of months she had taken avid interest in photography. She had visited as much creative art galleries in the city and attended conferences on the subject of natural photography. It was all a hobby, but something she hoped making serious with time. She stopped a man hobbling along who was there waiting to pick someone up and gave him the camera to take shots of her and Jake together. The man did it and Gladys thanked him after getting her camera back.
Jake looked every which way, scanning the multitude of people about, plenty of whom were there to receive people coming off the same plane as them. Few held up cardboard signs bearing bold-lettered names. Jake’s eyes picked out a slender man in a black suit that looked distinctly like a chauffeur. The man held a cardboard cut-out in his hand with their names written on it. Jake gestured at Gladys to walk with him and together they approached the man with the cardboard sign.
“Hi,” Jake said, then gestured at the cardboard