My ex-wife’s friend E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 46

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Soms ligt verlangen als een verborgen stroom onder het oppervlak van een perfect leven. In De verborgen cuckold laat Mia Graf zien hoe dun de grens is tussen trouw en verraad, liefde en hunkering, controle en overgave. In intieme, vrouwelijke taal ontvouwt zich een universum van heimelijke blikken, zachte aanrakingen en momenten die langzaam maar onvermijdelijk naar het verbodene glijden. Dit is erotiek met psychologische diepte: zinderend, modern en zonder omwegen. Het titelverhaal volgt Sandra, een vrouw die alles lijkt te hebben: een toegewijde man, een bevoorrecht bestaan, een vlekkeloos leven. Alles, behalve de vurige aanraking waar haar lichaam al jaren naar snakt. Wanneer haar echtgenoot haar onverwachts meeneemt naar een plek die ze nooit had durven betreden, opent zich een wereld die zowel bevrijdend als verwoestend kan zijn. “Werner stelt me ook vanavond weer teleur,” bekent ze in stilte, terwijl ze naar hem kijkt – een perfecte echtgenoot, een man die alles geeft, behalve dat ene wat ze verlangt. En dan, tussen rozen, wijn en een rode gloed die haar ogen verblindt, voelt ze plots hoe grenzen vervagen. Er is muziek, er zijn lichamen, er is een hand die de hare vindt – en een onvermijdelijke beslissing die haar hart sneller doet slaan. Een bundel die fluistert en siddert, die het verlangen tastbaar maakt – en je achterlaat met de vraag: hoe ver zou jij durven gaan?

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My ex-wife’s friend

Collection of Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Nude Manga and Hentai Images

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Emily White

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© 2025 Emily White

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Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

A special study session

My ex-wife's friend

Me, my wife, and my closest friend

Short Story

Me between you...

Thank You!

Introduction

Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.

Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.

This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.

Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.

Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.

A special study session

We had been circling each other for a while, there had been some hints of complicity, but never a real approach.

One evening, I received a message: "Listen, I have to prepare for a physics exam, but I'm really struggling. Can you give me a hand?"

I had rather vague memories of physics 1 from my first year of engineering. But I said to myself, "You're an engineer, you'll remember something!"

My answer was yes, and a few evenings later, Eli and I found ourselves somehow at the kitchen table solving problems on sliding and rolling friction.

The erotic charge is there, you can feel it in the air, you can feel it on your skin. I struggle to think about the numbers while my eyes are fixed on that cleavage, on those firm breasts, while I feel the blood pulsing below and I struggle to hold back the discomfort of my cock wanting to be freed from that denim trap.

Suddenly, a sound interrupts my feigned reasoning: the intercom.

It's Giulia. A special "friend" with whom I have shared moments of pure eroticism, those sexual encounters so beautiful and light that they are more real than any socially recognized friendship.

We often fantasized about threesomes and foursomes, but it never actually happened.

My brain disconnects from desire for a moment and goes into panic mode: "Oh shit, what do I say to both of them now?"

My neurons calm down in a few seconds and I start to think, after all, I'm not doing anything wrong to anyone.

"Hi! I just got back to Turin, I was passing by and wanted to surprise you. I hope you're not too tired because I'm feeling incredibly horny," Giulia says at my door.

"Um, yes, I'd love to, but I'm not alone right now. A friend of mine asked me to help her study," I reply, my heart racing.

"Ah... OK, never mind, I'll come back another time," she replies with an expression somewhere between disappointment and anger.

"No, come on, we're almost done. Come in, I'll introduce you, we'll have a drink, and then she'll leave," I say, knowing I'm lying.

The introductions are cold. There's an awkwardness in the air that seems like it was written by a third-rate screenwriter.

But I'm in too deep. With one of them, I know I can push, with the other, I don't, but the planets don't align every day, so I decide to play it out to the end.

"Let's go over to the sofa, I've got some beer, or a gin and tonic," I say, pretending to be calm, but in reality I'm excited in a way that's hard to hide.

"Gin," says Eli. She's embarrassed, but she hasn't left. Good sign.

"Come on, me too," says Giulia, who has understood everything and is playing along (I love you so much).

"Okay, three gin and tonics!" I exclaim with all too obvious enthusiasm.

We're on the sofa, chatting about trivial and totally useless things, describing our jobs.

Suddenly, the opportunity arises.

Eli explains why she has to study for a physics exam that is essential for her job, but she didn't understand anything until tonight.

My hands act on their own, I pick her up, bring her close to me and exclaim, "Poor thing."

We're 2 cm apart, our lips meet, our tongues too.

I glance to the right, Giulia is there. She's watching. And she wants to.