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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Some Like It Rough
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Some Like It Rough
A hot cheating wife story
Nicola Nichols
Not everyone likes their sex rough, but for those who do, there's no substitute.
It's slow season on the island and her husband went sailing, Nancy is bored, hot, and horny. When a hot guy from the marina takes her on the dining table of a catamaran... well, it’s a small step to a party at the beach house, famous for it's wild parties—a place where there aren't many rules, if any at all.
Copyright © 2015 by Nicola Nichols
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
The Marina
Nancy walked slowly down the beach enjoying the way the cool damp sand squished between her toes and the way the early morning light warmed her bare legs.
She wasn't in any rush to get anywhere. It was the slow season in the tropics and when she got to the marina, there wasn't any real chance anything was happening.
Her husband, Phil, had gone up to Florida to deliver a yacht and left her alone and rather bored.
Even the cruise ships had cut back on stopovers at the island. Several of the restaurants had closed down. Lots of the island people headed for Europe or the US.
That meant there was almost nothing to do, and she had the slow-season blues.
When walked reluctantly up from the beach to the marina she saw Bill. He stood with his back to her, staring out to sea.
Like Phil, Bill worked on the boats and he had the sun-darkened skin of someone who spends lots of time outside.
He wasn't particularly good looking, not what she'd call handsome, but he was well built. And now, seeing him bare-chested, wearing nothing but shorts turned her on.
She couldn't resist looking at his crotch and speculating on whether he was as well hung as she'd overheard some giggling tourist girls saying. The idea of being with a real stallion made her pussy get wet.
The sudden lust she felt for Bill was silly. She didn't even know him well and he'd never shown any interest in her. In fact every time she saw him he was talking to tourist girls—hitting them up.
Lots of the guys who worked around the marina preferred the tourist girls to the locals. That made sense. Girls like that tended to have money. The island wasn't a cheap backpacker destination, and they'd come here to have a good time.
Naturally, guys like Bill were happy to oblige and she couldn't blame them.
When the vacation was over the girls left with a few tears and farewell promises that never meant anything.
Bill was part of what the locals called the Beach House Gang. That was the name they’d given to a changeable group who rented a house on one of the small beaches a short distance away from town.
The story was that it was a place, the place, for wild parties.
She'd heard that things could get very wild. Sometimes what started as just a pleasant evening ended in rough group sex.
Nancy had often wondered if the stories were true or amped up to impress other people.
She'd never been there—it wasn't exactly the kind of crowd that Phil went for. He wasn't much for parties whether they were wild or tame.
For that matter, Phil was never rough with her. He was too gentle. It seemed odd that there was such a thing, but there was. Some people, and she wondered if she was one, liked their sex rough.
It made her curious.
The longer she was married the more the idea of being among a bunch of hot people for a night, with people who liked to play hard and crazy, sounded sexy.
And now, with Phil gone, she found herself indulging herself in fantasies.
In one of those fantasies, she was invited to a party and grabbed by a couple of eager young studs who screwed her in multiple ways.
Naturally, the reality would be a letdown. Things like that usually weren’t all people made them out to be. At least, not most things.
But part of her wondered what that might be like. She wasn't getting younger, and it seemed unlikely she'd get to know firsthand.
Fragments of her erotic fantasy danced in her head as she walked into the marina.
Before she married Phil, Nancy hadn't done a lot of sexual experimenting and since then... well, since then, there was Phil.
Now she regretted having been so timid when she was young and single. As a matter of fact, she'd come to realize that she was angry with herself about being so timid now.
Her fantasies made her tremble in ways Phil never did. Part of her ached to be fucked hard, used by some barbarian stud.
If you want to get fucked hard... if you want to experience rough sex that is just animal fucking...
Most days she shut down that line of thought. It was pointless and acting on it would mean cheating on Phil.
Yet something about today seemed different.
Part of it was that she and Phil had fought before he left. He'd said things that made her wonder if he really loved her.
And now he was far away.
She let out a breath and decided to fantasize about Bill, to admit that the guy, the reputation he had, excited her. She imagined him as the guy in her dreams, taking her in sexual encounters she'd never had.
Those thoughts were tantalizing, teasing.
She thought about waiting for Bill outside the marina office.
She knew she’d never bring herself to come onto a guy like that, she thought it might be fun to see if she could catch his attention. She had no idea if he even was interested in her, but her brain played out a brief encounter.
