A Mistress For His Wife

De: Serena Waters

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Duración: 40 m

Resumen del Editor

I had been a good girl all summer, but when I saw her...

I had always wondered how fun it would be to work at a destination resort, but when I arrived, it was anything but a vacation. As a shot girl, all I did was sell drinks to horny old men who wanted to flirt with me. I was never much of a partier, but it had been difficult to steer clear of trouble while there. That's when I saw her on the dance floor... A gorgeous redhead, a few years older than me and very voluptuous. I had never seen another woman like her, and by the way she looked at me, the feeling was mutual. She bought my entire tray of shots, then demanded that I dance with her. She touched me on the dance floor in ways that no woman ever had. And when she took me to her hotel room, I never expected her husband to be there. You see, her husband was the man who had hired me. The man who employed me. The man who paid me. And tonight, he wanted to pay me for something that I'd wanted all summer. And he wanted it in their jacuzzi... This 6500 word book tells the story of the sexiest redhead I ever met, her strong and rich husband, and the best night of my life! An excerpt: After a while, I made my way back to where I had started, and saw the gorgeous woman in white again. I was about to go hit up the people drinking in the corner when she caught my eye, and I was struck dumb like a deer in headlights. She smiled at me, a small, closed-mouth smile, her thick lips lengthening as they turned upwards. My heart leapt into my throat. There’s no way she’s looking at me, I thought. But it seemed like she was staring straight at me. She stopped slithering her hips and moved away from her dance partner. His eyes opened in surprise. He said something to her, but she didn’t answer. She kept walking, and I realized with a nervous jolt of energy, she was most definitely walking towards me. “Would you like a shot?” I said, trying to force a smile as her eyes scanned me from head to toe. “No,” she said. “I don’t care for cheap liquor. But I do care for beautiful girls...”