Counselor Cuckold

Pammy Perkins

Copyright 2012 Pammy Perkins

Smashwords Edition

Although she and John had only just begun to build their life together, Natalie was beginning to feel like they’d built her a prison. The days became monotonous and seemed to blend together in their likeness: he’d rouse awake at the crack of dawn—more often than not turning down her offer to suck him awake—get dressed, and head out the door by six sharp, leaving Natalie alone, awake, and horny in bed until she could finally muster the motivation to get out of bed and begin her house work and errands until his return long after dark.

The two had been married for three months, and their sex life had gone from fucking in every room of their house in every position they could manage at least twice a day, to a maximum of two times a week in their bedroom—if she was lucky. Natalie was becoming numb from doing laundry, dishes, shopping, and cooking with no hard-earned wild sex to look forward to from her husband at the end of the day. Sure, he provided enough money for both of them to live on comfortably, but he just didn’t seem interested in sex after working all day. During the week, all he’d wanted to do is go to work, hit the gym, eat his dinner and sleep.

One night, Natalie felt that she’d had enough of being ignored by the man who was supposed to fulfill her every need. She resolved that she would try to seduce him one more time, and then lay out her ultimatum: if he wouldn’t fuck her, their marriage would be over.

John came home around nine that night and when he came through the bedroom, there was Natalie waiting for him in her sexiest lingerie—a red satin brazier lined and trimmed with black lace all over. Her huge breasts spilled out of the top. Her black thong was accompanied by a red lace garter and black fishnet leggings, and upon her feet were red Mary Jane stilettos.

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