The Cuckold by T.L. Adams

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Carrie's mind was racing with her private imaginings. Mick new she was fantasizing about about Jack, his new boss. He also knew if he kept his mouth shut, tonight he would be Jack, the object of Carrie's lust. As long as he didn't open his mouth and blow it, tonight he would get the fuck of a lifetime.

Lunch with Julia: Unlike Carrie's compact and hourglass figure, Julia's frame was tall and slender. She had high cheekbones and sharp features with long, tapered fingers. Her red-brown hair framed her oval face and deep-set, dark brown eyes. Her olive skin and Patrician nose could be traced back to ancestors in Barcelona. Carrie found Julia's breasts intriguing. They were small -- very small -- but her nipples were as stiff and prominent as pencil erasers. Carrie noticed Julia almost always went braless and wore tops which best displayed her small, firm breasts and beaded nipples. Carrie watched men's eyes follow Julia through a room. It wasn't her ass they were focused on. Though Carrie had imagined Julia naked more than once, she had never approached her sexually … yet.

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Published January 28, 2012 by Smashwords. 49 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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