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Unprotected
Jack was a college senior with an uncanny knack with the ladies. He was the kind of guy who could bed almost any woman he wanted, and there was only one way he would do it - Unprotected! His powers of persuasion were so legendary that his friends had started to challenge him, and it wasn't long before he wanted to see just how far he could go...
The waitress at the diner was easy, but they knew she wouldn't be a true test...
The married housewife was more of a challenge, but sometimes those MILF types could surprise you...
And then Jack saw sweet Sara, and everything about the challenge was about to change...
Sara was beautiful and she was innocent, and she would be his most challenging conquest yet. But what had started as a game had turned into a sweet obsession, and Jack will soon find himself wondering if taking Sara's innocence is worth winning his game!
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The Marriage Clinic
They would be poked, prodded and violated - all in order to save their marriages...
All five books from Sylvia Redmond's bestselling series Dr. Foster's Marriage Clinic. This series is not for readers who are easily offended. Readers with heart conditions should exercise caution while reading this series because it can lead to increased heart rate and palpitations. Do not operate motor vehicles while reading this series, because you may have an accident, and end up under the care of a doctor. Perhaps even one like Dr. Foster...
All Marriages have their rough spots. Sometimes couples need a little bit of therapy to get them through the difficult parts. Most therapy consists of a series of discussions about marital problems. Most therapists conduct these sessions in a comfortable office with their clients fully clothed. Most therapists would never consider using bondage to help a failing marriage.
Dr. Foster isn't like most therapists!
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Other new releases from Sylvia Redmond!
Dominate Me! – Submit yourself to this 12 book mega bundle and prepare to be dominated!
The Ganging of a Hotwife Volume 1 - A 10 book bundle about hotwives and the men and women who love to gang bang them!
The Ganging of a Hotwife Volume 2 – Second volume in the series! 10 books about married women who take things way too far!
Homewrecker – She was smoking hot, she was angry and she was going to take the town apart, one marriage at a time!
Helping Her Get Pregnant - She was a gorgeous and naive newlywed - she just needed some help starting their family...
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Drunk Wife, Shared Wife by Sylvia Redmond
“I told Julie to take it easy. I knew she was drinking too much, and she couldn’t hold her alcohol well. I thought maybe she was doing it on purpose, because of some of the things we had talked about. But this was not the place. Once it happened though, I couldn’t believe how exciting it was. I can’t believe some of the things the guys did to her, but was even more shocked at some of the wives. Aren’t women supposed to look out for each other in these types of situations?”
Finishing Inside
Sylvia Redmond
Chapter 1
“Are you feeling up to it darling?”
I knew the question was coming because I was familiar with his pre-sex routine. Arthur had showered and was in his robe, his graying hair wet but combed neatly back against his scalp. He was nothing if not distinguished, and he was always the gentleman. Never did he assume he could take sex from me because I was his wife – he always politely asked me while wearing that silk robe of his.
“Of course darling” I told him. “I’m always ready for you.”
My answer was truthful while not being entirely sincere. For the last year I was always ready to have sex with my husband. We had both been desperate to start a family, but I was starting to have my doubts whether that would ever happen. Arthur was more than twice my age, which I didn’t think was a problem when I had been standing at the altar. Now that I was having difficulty getting pregnant, I couldn’t help but wonder if his age had been the culprit.
I stripped off my panties and crawled up on the bed. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I knew it was that time of the month where I should be particularly fertile, which was at least partially responsible for my wetness. Although Arthur rarely left me satisfied and I lived in a constant state of horniness, which I knew was the main reason I was feeling a throbbing between my legs.
“And I’m always ready for you, my pet” he said as he removed the robe from his shoulders.
I looked at his naked body as he approached the bed. He was certainly good looking for an older man, and he took care of himself. I tried to convince myself before we were married that I loved him for who he was, and not because he was wealthy. I had slowly started to realize now that we were man and wife that I had been more interested in living a comfortable life. But that was ok, I had reasoned to myself. As long as we loved each other and wanted to start a family together, all those other feelings would come. But the family part had been a slow and frustrating process…
He kneeled on the bed and spread my legs open and I could feel the cool air on the wetness of my pussy. I tried to ignore the new gray hairs I hadn’t noticed before as he leaned forward and took his hardening cock into his distinguished right hand. He leaned forward and spread my legs gently, as he usually did – because he was always gentle. It seemed like an excruciatingly long time before I felt the tip of his hard cock touching me as he started to push forward.
“Oh god” I sighed, part out of lust and part out of anguish, knowing that he was likely to leave me unsatisfied yet again.
I felt his hips move forward and in an instant the rest of his modest cock was inside of me. I sensed that he was not entirely erect yet, which was usually the case with Arthur. I knew it usually took three or four strokes before he got all the lead into the pencil. I shifted my hips in an effort to take advantage of his thrusting as best as I could and I moaned.
“Does that feel good baby?” he asked me.
“Oh yes darling, it feels great” I told him, giving him another half-truth.
I felt him hardening as he started thrusting harder. I could hear the sounds of my pussy as he fucked me. I knew I was wet and I knew I was fertile – I was hoping beyond hope that this would be the time he got me pregnant. But I feared that a baby, much like my orgasm, was not something that I would be rewarded with by the end of the night.
Arthur ran his hands up my body and busied himself with my breasts as he continued fucking me. It was always missionary position with him, because he liked to play with my tits. And he insisted that he read somewhere that chances of conceiving were much better like this. I had stopped caring at this point and I spread my legs wider, hooking my heels around his hips. The effect drew him in closer and I felt his breathing quicken.
“Oh baby” he moaned, and I knew that signaled that he probably had about ninety seconds left in the tank.
“That’s it darling, I want to feel you cum inside me” I told him, egging him on.
In truth the fucking felt great. I loved my husband, and I only wanted now to bear him a child. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me so that I could dream for another couple weeks of holding a baby. I would play with myself tomorrow while he was at work to give myself the orgasm I so badly needed. I felt his body tense right as he started to groan.
“Oh Jesus” he moaned, and I felt him twitching inside of me.
I felt his orgasm, although it never hit me with the explosive force that I wished for. I felt him cumming inside of me, and I felt his brief warmth inside of me before he started to soften. I wrapped my arms around him as he collapsed on top of me. His body was warm with exertion, and I breathed in the scent of his expensive colog
ne.
“Oh man that was terrific” Arthur said. “Was it good for you darling?”
“Yes, it’s always good for me sweetheart” I lied to him.
Chapter 2
I was standing in front of my mirror, putting on the finishing touches. I was dressed very conservatively, in a blouse and a pair of pants that would be perfectly appropriate for an evening out with a girlfriend. I knew that Arthur would be fine with letting me go out – I suspected that he was still regaining his energy from the lovemaking we had enjoyed the evening before.
“Who are you going out with tonight darling?” he asked me, surprising me by his presence in the room.
“I’m meeting Allison – that girl I told you I met at my Pilates class” I told him, weaving myself deeper into my web of lies. “You don’t mind do you dear?”
I knew he didn’t mind. I knew Arthur was happy just to have a beautiful wife half his age, and I suspected he was thankful to have an evening to relax by himself at home. We had been married for two years by now, and I fully expected that he would be in bed fully asleep by the time my evening got started. I watched him as he smiled and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.
“Not at all darling” he said, and I felt his lips on my cheek. “I’m thrilled that you’re spending time with your girlfriends. Go out and have fun – wake me if I’m asleep by the time you get home.
I returned the kiss before grabbing my purse to head out the door. If Arthur was particularly astute he might have noticed that I grabbed one of my purses that was a little bit larger than I was used to carrying. I ordinarily favored a small clutch when going out for the evening, but a small clutch would not have been big enough for the dress I had placed in my purse – even a dress as small as the one I would be wearing tonight.
I knew that I had one more day of peak fertility in my cycle and I intended to put it to good use. I was certain that if I waited for Arthur to get me pregnant we might be waiting forever, and that would not be good for either of us. Somewhere in the back of my twisted mind I reasoned that I was doing this for him too – I knew that he wanted a baby as much as I did. For the thousandth time that week I told myself it was the right thing to do, even as I was pulling into the parking lot.
I had picked a large hotel that sat just on the edge of the city. The base of the hotel had a bar, that I knew from my previous life was a thriving hotspot, especially on a Saturday night. My odds of finding a man to fuck me in a place like that were exponentially in my favor. I should have my pick of the litter, and if they were staying at the hotel then that meant it was likely I would never have to see them again.
I pulled into the back of the lot and parked my car, careful to pick a spot far from any prying eyes. I pulled off the slacks and blouse I had put on not even an hour before, and I folded them neatly and put them in the backseat. I pulled the small, shear dress out of my purse and wriggled into it as best as I could from the front seat of my Mercedes. The fact that the dress was skimpy made the task easier, and I cocked the rear view mirror as best as I could to evaluate myself one last time before going into the bar.
My breasts were practically falling out of the top, and the feel of the cool leather on my ass told me this would be providing me just enough coverage in the back to seal the deal with any prospective men inside. I was certain Arthur had not even known I owned a dress like this – he was not particularly enthusiastic about me showing the least bit of flesh to anyone other than him. That thought alone was enough to make my pussy tingle as I gave myself one last adjustment and I stepped out of the car.
Chapter 3
“Another drink ma’am?”
I looked up at the bartender and nodded my head, watching as he slid down the bar to make me another gin and tonic. I was my second since I had sat down at the bar, which was to say it was my second drink in the last ten minutes. I was not a big drinker ordinarily, but I felt like I needed it to calm my nerves. I watched as he slid the drink in front of me and his eyes glanced at my open cleavage before he moved on down the bar.
My nerves had been on edge since I walked into the bar, because I felt like I had a thousand sets of eyes on me. There were several groups of people in the bar, dressed in ties and jackets and drinking heavily. I was certain there was a wedding or a convention or maybe both going on – it didn’t really matter, because it meant a sea of men for me to choose from. But once I felt the eyes leering at me I started to second guess the wisdom of the extreme measures I was taking.
I turned to my right, glancing towards the restrooms and the pool tables that were at the edge of the bar. There was a big, bearded guy there with a couple of friends, loudly carrying on as they played their game of pool. It was his eyes I had felt on me the most since I came into the lounge – he had looked at me and smiled as his eyes ran up and down my body in a way that made me shiver. I quickly looked away when I caught him glance at me again and I realized I was suddenly not alone at the bar anymore.
“Hi” he said, and my elevated nerves caused me to jump just a little in my seat as the stranger laughed. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I’ve noticed you’ve been sitting here alone for the last ten minutes or so, do you mind if I join you?”
He smiled when he said it, in a way that was a friendly contrast to the leering smile of the bearded guy in the corner. I immediately felt myself relax as he introduced himself to me as Tommy and sat down at the bar to start chatting. He was charming and funny and clearly feeding me every line in the book but it was cute – and I was pretty certain I had found my unwitting surrogate without spending more than fifteen minutes at the bar.
This was going to be easier than I thought…
“Can I get you another one?” Tommy asked me, gesturing towards my glass.
I looked at the glass in my hand that contained only the last remnants of melting ice. I had been so nervous I hadn’t even realized I had been drinking faster than I should, but I knew I needed the liquid courage in order to go much further. I could feel the gin just starting to cloud my judgement, but I still had enough sense about me to know that I should be turning down another round.
I just couldn’t answer him fast enough
“Another round” Tommy shouted to the bartender, motioning to his empty beer bottle and my drained glass.
I watched the bartender nod at him and Tommy was into another story, moving a little closer to me as he spoke. I knew that he was close enough now to see into the valley between my breasts that the dress allowed. I could feel the alcohol relaxing me and felt the presence of the bartender as he placed another drink next to me. Tommy’s body was close enough to me that I could feel his warmth and when I turned to pick up my third drink I felt his hand brush against my bare leg. My body twitched in surprise as I slurped down half of my drink.
“Sorry” he said, and I turned back to see him smiling at me. “Do you want to dance?”
Dancing sounded like a good idea and I let him lead me out onto the dance floor. The full effects of the alcohol I had drunk became apparent once I was standing and I needed to hold onto him to keep from falling. The music that was playing was a slow song, and he took advantage of the moment by pulling me into a darkened corner of the dance floor. I knew I had already made my mind up to fuck this handsome stranger, even as I felt his hand sliding down over my ass.
“Mmm” I murmured, in a reflex reaction to his hand on my ass.
“Does that feel good?” he asked me rhetorically, as I felt his hand traveling further across my bottom.
The part of me that would have ordinarily been panicking was soothed by the alcohol, and I let him have his way with me as he guided me further into the corner. I could feel his hand up under my dress, dancing across my panties. My pussy had been in a constant state of wetness over the course of the weekend, a certain sign of my fertility. Now that I was woozy with a stranger’s hand on my ass, I could practically feel my moisture dripping down my legs.
“Can we go somewhere” I managed to st
ammer, and I listened to him laugh.
“Sure, come with me” he said. “I just happen to have a room upstairs.”
Chapter 4
“Here we go” he said, as he stood aside to let me into his room.
I stepped past him and saw the two beds with suitcases strewn about. I weaved slightly as he turned the light on behind me and a second later I felt the warmth of his body pressed up against mine.
My pussy was sopping wet – Tommy had his hands on my ass the entire way up to his room. If we had not shared the elevator with another couple I was certain he would have fucked me before we even made it to the room. And I was ready – I wanted nothing more than to feel this stranger’s cock deep inside me.
“It was all about the baby” I kept telling myself.
He spun my body so that I was facing him and I felt his mouth immediately on mine. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue inside of me, probing the inside of my mouth. I gasped slightly at the intrusion and felt my body sway as his hands caught me – by my ass. In one swift motion I felt his hands at the hem of my dress before he lifted and pulled the skimpy garment up over my body.
“Holy shit” he said, as he stood back and looked at my nearly naked body.
I tried to keep my balance as I stood and watched him start to undress. He kicked off his shoes and started unzipping his pants, and his eyes never left my body once. I watched him whip the pants from his body and could see his hard cock forming a tent in his underwear. I watched him pull off his underwear, revealing the hard cock that I was hoping would do for me what my husband’s own cock couldn’t. I wanted it so bad I could already feel it inside of me delivering this stranger’s seed.
“Fuck me” I told him, surprising myself with my boldness. “I want you to fuck me, and I want to feel you come inside me.”
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