O-Face Series by Trixy Treat

She’s stacked. She’s Sexy. She’s on a mission to freedom. After my lawyer screwed me most delightfully, I was ready to go home and see if my husband was entertaining a new floozy? He seemed to change them like he did his stinky socks. Murphy stepped in, and my car crashed into a wall.Tyrone noticed my distress and hurried out of his guard shack to lend a hand... moreShe’s stacked. She’s Sexy. She’s on a mission to freedom. After my lawyer screwed me most delightfully, I was ready to go home and see if my husband was entertaining a new floozy? He seemed to change them like he did his stinky socks. Murphy stepped in, and my car crashed into a wall.Tyrone noticed my distress and hurried out of his guard shack to lend a hand. So I lent him my hand, mouth, and any other part of me he wanted, so long as he took a photo of my O-face to taunt my philandering spouse. 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. less

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... morePounded 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. less

Banged by her brother-in-law She’s stacked. She’s Sexy. She’s on a mission to freedom. I ran into my brother-in-law after the piano man pounded me. To his surprise, I returned his heated gaze with reflected desire. Since I married his twin, we’d tangled in furtive glances and indecent innuendos at family get-togethers. Tonight I wasn’t going to hold back anything. If he wanted to bang me, I’d ask him how hard, how long. I hoped that he was longer than his brother... moreBanged by her brother-in-law She’s stacked. She’s Sexy. She’s on a mission to freedom. I ran into my brother-in-law after the piano man pounded me. To his surprise, I returned his heated gaze with reflected desire. Since I married his twin, we’d tangled in furtive glances and indecent innuendos at family get-togethers. Tonight I wasn’t going to hold back anything. If he wanted to bang me, I’d ask him how hard, how long. I hoped that he was longer than his brother. They were fraternal twins, after all. Giving myself to his twin would be the biggest betrayal, but would it get me my freedom? 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. less