Pounded by the piano man She’s stacked. She’s Sexy. She’s on a mission to freedom. The last few days had been a marvelous adventure as I collected poles and pictures of my O-Face. It was time for a drink and to flirt with strangers. I thought I would take it easy until I heard his fingers tickling the ivories. We’d met before when he played at a party my husband hosted. I needed to play with his skin flute so he could pound me in the coat check room. I gave him my phone and told him to snap away as I shook to his beats. This steamy tale of an unapologetic cheating smoke show of a wife will keep you turning pages waiting for the next hot move. She’s not looking for approval or absolution ; she’s looking for hard poles and heavy pounding. Note : This short story is about 4,000 words of filthy cheating wife sex. Reader discretion is advised.
