A Whore for His Partner (ePub)

DESCRIPTIONConnie just married Frank and now she finds that his partner Travis is someone she spent a hot night with before her marriage. He was hot—much hotter than Frank and now he expects even more from her. He takes her at a party and then gives her to a client. It's all good for business, and Frank unwittingly goes along with Travis's plans to make her the company whore.EXCERPT“Connie, this is my partner, Travis Williams.”I turned to face him and stared at the man holding out his hand, looking amused. I was frozen for a moment. “Delighted to meet you Mrs. Dean,” he said. “Welcome to my home.”I forced myself to shake his hand, smile pleasantly and ignore the wicked teasing smile on his face. The last time I'd seen that ruggedly handsome face it had been looming over mine. I been lying on a bed in a hotel, and this man had been driving his hard and substantial cock into my pussy.That was before I even met Frank, much less had been married to him. It was a dark time that found me rebounding from a broken heart. I had gone to a bar looking for hot sex, preferably rough, with no emotional attachments. I wanted to be fucked hard and made to feel really desired. I met Travis and he seemed to fit the bill. After a few preliminaries, he took me to a hotel where he grabbed me and threw me on his bed. Without saying a word, he’d hiked up my dress and dropped his pants and fucked me hard. After he came he undressed me, and slapped my tits and ass. When that got him hard again, which didn’t take too long, he’d mounted me again. He held me by the throat and choked me as he fucked me. That was new for me and I came hard.It was a grand one-time fling and all about getting laid.I'd had erotic fantasies about Trevor after that, but they weren’t real longings for the man. I didn’t think he was the kind of man you could have a real relationship with. He’d wanted a hot cunt to enjoy--no more than that. For all I knew he was married.I met Frank Dean a week later. Frank’s a nice looking guy, a steady kind of man. He fell deeply in love with me. I thought he was okay, even though he didn't excite me. When he got around to asking me to marry him, I wasn’t sure what I wanted or needed, but I’d come to believe that passion was over for me. The passionate men didn’t seem to be the kind who wanted someone like me. Seeing as he was a reliable guy, a nice guy, I said yes. We had a private wedding in front of a justice of the peace. That had been my idea, keeping it small and private, without even close friends.