Serving His Friend's Wife (The Latex Queen Book 3)
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Serving His Friend's Wife (The Latex Queen Book 3)
Is it still cheating when you don't have a choice?
Jay's friend Michelle, newly single after her breakup with Eddie, has revealed a taste for female domination. And Jay's wife Jess is happy to let him submit to her. Even more surprisingly, Jay is coming to enjoy it. But how can he look his friend Eddie in the eye? More to the point, can he live without Michelle? Does he have a choice?
'The car slowed as Jess turned the corner, edging into the quiet cul-de-sac where Michelle lived. Where Eddie had lived with her, until recently. They had bought this house together, but now Michelle lived here alone while Eddie had taken up residence in a motel. And they say it’s a man’s world, Jay thought ruefully. Not from where he was sitting. And certainly not from where he’d undoubtedly soon be kneeling, at Michelle’s feet. Providers, servants and fuck toys. That’s what men were in Michelle’s world. The sinister, sexy world his smiling wife was delivering him too yet again. “Ok, have fun,†Jess beamed as the car rolled to a halt. “Don’t forget to tell me all the juicy details.†That was part of the deal, it seemed. When Jess came to pick Jay up from the trysts, once Michelle was finally done with him, he’d tell her everything Michelle had done to him. Jess wanted details. She wanted specifics. And even as it embarrassed Jay to his core to tell his wife all the messed-up things Michelle had forced him to do, it invariably turned them both on. So much so, in fact, that frantic, passionate sex with his wife the minute they got home had become a typical coda to the time Jay spent with Michelle. His cock drooled just thinking about it. Sex led to more sex, desire feeding desire. No matter how tired and sore he might be after a night with Michelle, he could never resist Jess’s overwhelming desire to reclaim his body as her own. That, too, he supposed, was something she got out of all this. Stepping out of the car, he closed the door gently behind him and walked the few steps up Michelle’s short driveway. His feet thumped dully on the wooden steps that led up to her front porch. His heart thumped, too, as he rapped his knuckles on the familiar red door. He could hear Jess’s car purring in the street behind him. She hadn’t left. She was almost as anxious as he was to find out what Michelle was wearing and get some inkling into what kind of mood she was in. Was it sex or torture that awaited him behind that innocent suburban door? Jess wanted to know. Unbidden, an image of his wife materialized before Jay’s eyes. Jess’s hair a angle of black curls as her head thrashed on the pillow, her nipples hard and pointed on her bare breasts as she thrashed alone on their marital bed, one hand busy between her thighs, her trimmed black pubic hair glistening in the low light as she masturbated at the thought of him being used by her friend. He felt his cock surge at the intrusive idea as he feebly tried to push it away. From inside the house, he could hear the sound of heels on the floor. The door opened. Jay’s breath left him in a rush of air, and he almost laughed with relief. Michelle’s blond hair hung straight to her shoulders, her icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement beneath the parting in the middle of her scalp. The red latex dress groaned and shifted as she moved, her breasts rising in an impressive cleavage against the cut-out portion of the dress’s front. Jay couldn’t tear his eyes away as the sunlight danced on the glossy surface of the provocative garment, clinging to every curve of Michelle’s tight body. Her round thighs stood out against the tight skirt, her feet encased in tall platform boots that made her legs look long and toned, her hips broad and tantalizing. She looked incredible. And even better, she was in the mood for sex, not pain. Jay could have sobbed with joy, his cock leaping wildly in his pants at the sight of her. “Hello, slut,†Michelle purred, pushing the door wide.'