Forced to Watch
Jennifer is a woman spited. Her boyfriend has slept with her most hated rival, and video-taped it. After the other woman posted the video, Jennifer decided what's good for the goose is good for the gander. What will happen when Jennifer gets her freak on with his best friends and forces him to watch helplessly? More
Jennifer is a young, hip professional. What happens when her lifelong rival sleeps with her boyfriend, video tapes it, and then posts the video online? She's determined to teach her cheating boyfriend a painful lesson in humiliation, but how? What will she do when his three best friends come over for what they think is a night of football?
Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between consenting adults, cuckolding a cheating boyfriend, and extreme sex acts.
This short story is one-handed reading at its finest.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"I hope you enjoy the show I'm about to put on as much as I enjoyed watching Ashley's sex tape with you."
Jennifer closed the door and hesitated. Her eyes got huge when his friend knocked again. Heart pounding, she glanced at herself in the mirror and shuddered. She'd never liked any of the three men coming over. They were just a bunch of boozing skirt chasers, with no ambition or redeeming qualities. She'd thought Barry was different, but apparently not.
As she headed for the front door, stilettos clacking loudly on the hardwood floors, something stirred deep inside. She felt heat flush through her, concentrated in her loins. The sexy feel of her juices flowing deep inside her vagina made her bite her lower lip.
She stopped at the door, one hand splayed on the door to steady her, while she palmed her pubic mound with the other. She hadn't been that nervous, or excited, since her first time with Barry.
Is this really a good idea? Jennifer thought, starting to doubt her decision for the first time. Those morons will tell everyone they know, everyone I know, just what went down here tonight.
Then her eyes fell upon the small table by the front door, and Barry's cell phone. That reminded her of Ashley's link, and Barry's insufferable betrayal.
"Yeah, it's a good idea," she muttered, and opened the door.
About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers loves a good erotica story. The wilder the better. She writes what she likes to read, and hopes you enjoy her stories, too.