Suburban Wives Club

Damien Dsoul

Description

The second novel in the Suburbia Trilogy. One summer afternoon, Jolene Briggs, along with four other wives are discussing their mundane sex life in Gail Cavanaugh's backyard, when Gail, their matron, makes this declaration:"I'm talking about us coming together like a horny wives' soccer team and having fun as only horny housewives can. About us pooling together our resources of handsome black men around and sharing them amongst ourselves. What I'm talking about here is for us to start a sort of suburban wives club."For the five wives, only one rule exists: Once you get involved, your sexual life can never be the same to want to go back again. For Jolene, the summer is about to get heated up in more ways she nor her friends can imagine. Just when you thought suburbia can't get any erotic, you can never believe what the wives can do, especially with their husband's support.If you enjoyed 'Mary's Addiction', you're going to loved 'The Suburban Wives Club'.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 01 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781785383649
• Langue: English

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The Suburban Wives Club
Damien Dsoul



Publisher Information
The Suburban Wives Club
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © Damien Dsoul 2015
The right of Damien Dsoul to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.




Dedication
In Loving Memory of
Dee-Anna Folie
(AKA Dee-Anna Montana)



Late Night in the Suburbs
Chapter 1
It was past the hour of 11:00 p.m. and not a creature could be found wandering the streets in the suburban neighborhood that was Kent Gardens. A strong balmy wind ruffled the tree branches that lined the sidewalks. Here and there, a stray cat scuttled across the empty street and slinked through thick growth of hedgerow that separated each residential home from the other. A dog barked almost incessantly into the night before eventually someone - most likely its owner - made it quiet down.
Situated at the middle of Decatur Street was the home of Monica and Daniel McDougal. Everything about the house appeared peaceful and quiet. Past the vestibule leading into the house was dark and so, too, the central passageway that led further inside.
But there was mischief afoot.
Two people occupied a sofa in the dark living room canoodling and kissing. One of them happened to be Monica McDougal herself. She was a 33 years old brunette. The man she was with was her lover of three months, a black man named Simon. Her husband, Daniel, was out of the city on business and according to his itinerary won’t be home until later tomorrow. Monica had spoken with him on the phone earlier in the day just to make sure. Daniel had confirmed to her that he had one last dumb boardroom meeting to attend tomorrow before he could return to her. It was too bad for Daniel that the whole time they spoke on the phone he had no idea of the smile etched across her face or what it signified while she listening to him complain about the drudgery of the company meetings he’d traveled here for. Monica expressed appropriate dismay when he was done talking. She loved nothing but enjoying whatever could take her husband away from home so she could take pleasure with her time doing whatever she wanted without him ever knowing.
Simon worked as a part-time nightclub bouncer. He ought to pulling night-shift duty today, except Monica had pleaded and worked her persuasive charm on him to skip work and instead come over and keep her warm. Simon wasn’t the sort who usually opted neglecting his job just so he could catch some sweet lay whenever he wanted. Today had been one of those rare exceptions, especially since he was still owed two months’ pay. Besides, catching sweet pussy was part of the perks when it comes to appraising some of the gorgeous damsels and regulars that trooped to the club without any man by their side. The fact that Monica was married was a minor hurdle to get out the way of him claiming his goal. As long as her old man won’t be around to bother them, then everything was all good. It had taken Simon little effort calling up a buddy to take over for him at the club, declaring an illness.
Monica had her lover pinned on the sofa while she hiked up her skirt and climbed him. She was all feisty and hungry for him. Always she got like this especially when it had been days since last time they hooked up. In this case, four days. Four days since Monica last got Simon’s cock buried inside her; it felt like four months to her. Her horniness was something she often couldn’t control; usually she got angst when after two days she hadn’t gotten any enjoyable type of sex. No way was she getting any of that from Daniel who was just as clueless about her needs or even how to satisfy her. Everything about him was centered toward work than wanting to know how to fill her coochie, or even how to.
“You have been missing me, haven’t you, babe?” Simon asked as Monica’s hands worked at undoing his shirt buttons.
“Don’t talk so loud, darling,” she cautioned. “Remember, my girls are sleeping upstairs. But yes, I missed you terribly. Can’t tell you how bad I’ve wanted your cock all day.”
Simon freed his arms from his shirt and Monica took it and flung it over her shoulder. Simon caressed her backside as she leaned forward and pelted him again with kisses. His hands ran up her shoulders then slid downward to cup her butt pressing on his crotch. He struggled to reach between her legs to see about freeing his hard-on from its prison.
Monica dismounted him and went to work unbuckling his jeans belt, breathing heavily while she did. She was wearing an exotic silk negligee and nothing underneath; her robe lay discarded on the floor across the room. Simon inhaled the aromatic fragrance of almonds coming from her. Monica had taken care to prepare herself before he arrived.
He gasped when she pulled his jeans and briefs down his waistline, freeing his cock from its hiding place. Though no light in the room was on, enough filtered in from outside through the window curtains for him to admire the craving look that highlighted her face. Monica spat on the swollen head of his prick before kissing it. Simon gripped the sofa’s armrest as she rolled her tongue over his prick like she was slopping on a banana before clouding her mouth over it. Monica hummed softly in her throat as she squeezed his cock between her lips and mashed her tongue around his foreskin. She was so adept at giving blowjobs and sometimes preferred it to getting fucked. Not that she ever changed her mind against wanting a thick cock slid between her pussy lips. It was a rare and special treat for her to find someone she couldn’t bring to climaxing quicker with her lips and tongue under a span of five minutes. Simon though had bested her on that. Their first night of sex, she had worked her magic on him but all her effort couldn’t make him cum. That didn’t happen until he got to fucking her actually. And boy, he definitely could fuck. He had even made her cum quicker than anyone had in a while. Monica was a pragmatic sort of woman. Never before did she think that a word like serendipity ever really existed. But one wild night of sex with Simon had dispelled that notion and made her a firm believer in the word. She had sampled different lovers in the months past, but one night with Simon and she knew he was a keeper. She knew without a doubt that she would do just about anything he demanded of her just as long as he got to give her a taste and feel of his cock whenever she wanted.
Everything around them was quiet. The only known sound perforating the quietude in the room was Monica’s mouth slobbering over Simon’s wet cock. The feel of her hand squeezing and stroking his shaft made his gasps more anxious. She sucked out pre-cum from his penis, urging him to stay erect. Simon pushed her hair from her face while continuing to soak up the ecstatic feel of her mouth feasting on his prick.
Simon was still gasping when he looked across the room past the curtained window that looked out the front of the house. His eyes narrowed when he observed a pair of car headlights pull into the wide driveway. It was like being aware of imminent danger while locked in the spellbinding throes of a dream. It took his senses some seconds for him to respond, by which time the pair of headlights was nearly upon the house. The headlights pierced through the curtains and briefly highlighted the living room, especially half of Simon’s frame. Simon tapped Monica’s arm to get her attention and she stopped what she was doing to look at him. The brief light in the room highlighted her face and she turned to look at the window where the headlights streamed from. Simon caught the alarm look in her eyes when she looked back at him and didn’t need a soothsayer to let him know he ought to be miles away from here right now.
“Oh my God,” Monica gasped.
She scrambled to her feet, stopped to pick up her robe before rushing to the window. Simon was at work already pulling up his briefs and jeans to his waist and tucking his penis inside. Monica hid herself partly away from the window while still observing the vehicle that just pulled to a stop in front of her house. Simon grunted as he pulled himself to his feet and hurried at buttoning his jeans and then fixing his belt. Monica turned to him and spoke with a harried voice while wearing her robe.
“My God, I think my husband is back,” she gasped.
“No kidding,” Simon picked up the couch pillows that had fallen from the sofa and returned them to their proper place. He searched around for his shirt and went and picked it up. “Looks like I’d better split.”
Monica left the window and came to him, but stopped to look about the room, wanting to make sure nothing appeared out of place. Finding nothing, she took her lover’s hand and led him out of the room.
They came out into the main passage. To the right was the vestibule that led to the front door which led into the driveway. To the left was the stairway. Monica led Simon in the opposite direction toward the back. Their feet beat a hurrying patter as they