The debts of my husband E-Book

Tricia Williams

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 55

Beschreibung

Yann tried to put his arm around me, but I shook it off in disgust. I had been uncomfortable with this whole idea from the beginning. Yann presented me as a real appetizer to get the guys for graduation. I was a little cold, despite the warmth. My red summer dress was already so provocative that I would never wear it outside. It was almost knee-length, but buttoned and quite transparent. My breasts and also the black, tiny thong were far more than I could guess. "Baby! Please, please, please!" Yann begged me. I turned to him and looked deep into his eyes. "How do you imagine that? And what exactly do you think I should do?", I asked him irritated. "Just be a little nicer, charming. Just be a little accessible," he replied. "Then I will spoil you with all the refinements, my darling! I shook my head in disbelief and carefully adjusted the wine glasses. While Yann opened the wine, I went outside. The garden table on the veranda was set. Only the wine was still missing. My husband's two business partners were in their mid-forties, as was my husband himself. They both wore casual and sporty clothes. "Look, our beautiful hostess is back! We thought we had lost you, dearest one," one of the two men laughed at me. He had introduced himself to me as Herr Thom, and rose to help me with the glasses. His partner, Mr. Elssner, on the other hand, was not so well-behaved and stared blatantly at my luscious breasts, which bounced seductively in time with every step. "Mr. Thom, how sweet of you," I hypocritically replied with a smile. He took the tray from me and I set about distributing the glasses. When that was done, Yann came with the wine and poured it after the round. He raised the glass: "To good business gentlemen", he cheered. "And of course to our hostess," replied Mr. Thom. Slowly the evening sky began to twilight and the sun did not burn down quite so much. The situation seemed to relax little by little. The strong wine began to go to my head and twist. In vain I tried to hold against it with water. After a while of trivial small talk Yann finally tried to get to the goal of the evening.

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The debts of my husband

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Foreword

Dear Readers,

Thank you very much for buying my book.

My name is Tricia Williams. I was born in 1982 in Atlanta, Georgia. Since my childhood I have been writing stories of all kinds. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature.

Your Tricia

The debts of my husband

Character description:

Yann Williams, 44th brown, short hair, blue eyes - 1,85 m tall. He is sporty, but rather the slight type. His penis is below average. But he is a great guy.

Patricia "Tricia" Williams (yours truly). I am 37 years old, 182 cm tall. My hair is raven black, my bra size is 85D. My lips are plump, my figure is propper/twisty (but not fat) and my ass is as big as Cincinnati.

Leonard Elßner, 46, blond fuzzy hair, green eyes. 172 cm, muscle dwarf with a big penis and too much time for the gym. Manners - under all sow.

Holger Thom. 47, bald head - 180 cm. Brown eyes, medium long tail. But good manners.

"Now don't be so coy darling! Why don't you show a little of your "nice side", Yann plumbed on me when we were together in the kitchen. "After all, you'll make a living if this deal goes through!" "Are you crazy?! I think I'm already going quite far," I hissed back.

Yann tried to put his arm around me, but I shook it off in disgust. I had been uncomfortable with this whole idea from the beginning. Yann presented me as a real appetizer to get the guys for graduation. I was a little cold, despite the warmth. My red summer dress was already so provocative that I would never wear it outside. It was almost knee-length, but buttoned and quite transparent. My breasts and also the black, tiny thong were far more than I could guess.

"Baby! Please, please, please!" Yann begged me. I turned to him and looked deep into his eyes. "How do you imagine that? And what exactly do you think I should do?", I asked him irritated. "Just be a little nicer, charming. Just be a little accessible," he replied. "Then I will spoil you with all the refinements, my darling! I shook my head in disbelief and carefully adjusted the wine glasses. While Yann opened the wine, I went outside. The garden table on the veranda was set. Only the wine was still missing. My husband's two business partners were in their mid-forties, as was my husband himself. They both wore casual and sporty clothes. "Look, our beautiful hostess is back! We thought we had lost you, dearest one," one of the two men laughed at me. He had introduced himself to me as Herr Thom, and rose to help me with the glasses. His partner, Mr. Elssner, on the other hand, was not so well-behaved and stared blatantly at my luscious breasts, which bounced seductively in time with every step.

"Mr. Thom, how sweet of you," I hypocritically replied with a smile. He took the tray from me and I set about distributing the glasses. When that was done, Yann came with the wine and poured it after the round. He raised the glass: "To good business gentlemen", he cheered. "And of course to our hostess," replied Mr. Thom. Slowly the evening sky began to twilight and the sun did not burn down quite so much. The situation seemed to relax little by little. The strong wine began to go to my head and twist. In vain I tried to hold against it with water. After a while of trivial small talk Yann finally tried to get to the goal of the evening.

"I think we should now take a look at the contract documents? It will be a bit more relaxed when the work is finally off the table!" Yann tried to sound relaxed and chilly. Mr. Thom nodded and asked for another bottle of red wine. Yann finally got up to get the contract documents and the wine. Elsner's glass was empty and I rose to pour the rest of the bottle for him. I almost dropped the good Bordeaux as I stood next to him. His hand had made itself independent. Pushed from behind between my thighs, it pushed purposefully upwards.

I cleverly tried to evade him, but his grip was firm and determined. I was still thinking about what to say now when I saw Thom's grin. "Now don't be like that! It seems that a lot depends on our signature! You know, your husband has been siphoning off a lot of money from the company account, it seems. He's looking at a couple of years' probation. I stood there frozen, while Elssner's hand reached my thong and tugged at it. He didn't take his hand away either when Ynn finally came back with his stack of papers and the new bottle of wine.

He saw Elsner's hand and where it was, but he didn't say a word about it. "Yann, help me! Is what Mr. Thom said true?" But my husband did not answer. Only Mr. Thom spoke again. "We should go inside, Mr. Williams, don't you think? We will first attend to business and Mr. Elsner will follow us later when he has finished his conversation with ...", Mr. Thom slyly giggled, "...when he has finished his conversation." Mr. Thom pulled Yann purposefully behind him and I was now all alone with Elssner. Tears rolled down my cheek while Elssner determinedly pulled my thong down.

"Now don't be like that! In two hours everything will be over. You and your husband will be out of the act. Besides, you can't tell me this is the first time you've done something like this." Elsner grabbed a knife on the table and cut the strings of my thong. "If you can't look at me while you do it, don't mention me. I like it better from behind anyway." With these words he swept some of the rest of the dishes off the table and pressed me on the tabletop on my stomach while the glass and porcelain around us shattered. With his expensive leather shoes he pushed my legs apart. "You know, you may feel honored. My shoes alone cost more than your entire school education," he mused.