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Based on a true story. Alan was married to the perfect woman, and the completely wrong woman at the same time. His ex tempts him constantly, and he can never resist. So Alan breaks away and travels to a job in a hedonistic Spanish resort... will this cure his temptation, or will hundreds of easy girls just make it worse? The story of an unwilling cuckold... and kinky acceptance!
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Based On A True Story
John Lord
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
A note from the author
Hotwife Heaven
Spread ‘Em Wide
Tishala Revealed
Sharing Her
The Billionaire And The Beggar
Celine
K is for Kylie
Kiama
Cicadas strummed softly in the woodland close to my apartment, it was a sound that I had always found soothing and after the noise of work it was particularly welcome.
I think I had found my niche, the job was probably not my calling, but the place was definitely where I wanted to grow old and get laid... to rest that is!
My name? Let’s call me Alan for the moment.
And where does my story begin? Well I’m not going back to the very start, so let’s just say I was born in the UK, lived there during the early years. I had a variety of jobs... made some money, lost some money. Got married too young to a girl who was absolutely perfect, and completely wrong for me, all at the same time.
Confused? Not half as much as I was.
It was probably my fault that it all went sour after only a couple of years, I wanted to wait, she wanted a family... of course I was a randy little bugger and humping her constantly so it was easy for her to achieve her goal... simply forget to pop that pill a few times and hey presto, one bun in the oven and the beginning of the slippery slope towards discontent.
We drifted, that’s the best way to describe our estrangement. There wasn’t any violent confrontation, no spite or spitting of venom, probably because it wasn’t infidelity that signalled the end. More a mutual agreement, stay friends, stay close, continue living together (until there was cause to split) and present a unified front to the world.
Of course such a relationship is difficult to maintain, we still shared a house together, a small house that didn’t offer the opportunity for separate bedrooms, hell it was that small we couldn’t even manage separate beds. So there were times when she would undress in the same room, not really teasing to the best of my knowledge but I would still watch her. Always I admired her pert little tits, one just slightly smaller than the other which she cited as a cause for embarrassment but I found endearing and cute. She would smile innocently as she reached for her nightie, I would grin and shift the covers to reveal the hard-on I’d been teasing. Most times we decided to call a truce so that she could swallow my cock just before I buried it in her unshaved cunt. Those were the nights that we always maintained shouldn’t happen, yet still they did. Julie would laugh it off the following morning.
“For old time’s sake.” she would say as my cum dripped out of her and dawn peeped through the curtains.
I always agreed, I guess I must have still loved her in a way, I just didn’t want to be married to her... or feel owned by her. After all she had deceived me, not quite entrapment the forgotten contraceptives would always be an issue between us.
And then came the day that she announced she was dating. Not being divorced it seemed a strange situation, but who was I to argue, the option had been open to me too... I just hadn’t taken it.
That first night she had come home slightly dishevelled and flushed. I didn’t pry but assumed she had probably gotten herself a good groping in the front of his car, or maybe even the back seat, the mussed up hair was a sure giveaway.
“How was your evening?” I had asked, just conversation more than curiosity.
“Nice.” she replied, and said nothing more.