Deonna’s Cheating

Deonna has a personal weakness and she knows it: she loves cheating on her partners, but has been proud that ever since she got married, she’d been faithful to her husband for two long years. Eventually the temptation proves too much and she allows herself to actively pursue a new lover. While it’s fine for Deonna to cheat on her husband, but that’s not good enough for her. Eventually she entices Michelle, her best friend, and introduces her to a lifestyle she didn’t know she wanted…

WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This is a 10,000 word erotic story that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on cheating partners, group sex, emotional cheating, voyeurism and other sexually explicit themes that not all members of the public will enjoy.

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“I slept with her last year. I was hoping to do it again tonight.”

I had to hold my hand over my mouth in order not to laugh. I wasn’t sure if he was making a joke or bragging. “Right…” I managed to slur out.

He continued on. “I chatted with her a little before lunch. She was extra careful to show me her new engagement ring.” He frowned. “I don’t think she was interested in a repeat performance.”

I couldn’t help but tease my coworker. “Maybe you were just lousy in bed,” I commented while slowly rotating my own engagement ring around on my finger. Sayre knew I was married; I wasn’t hiding anything from him. I was hiding it from myself.

“Nope. That can’t be it.”

“Why not?” My voice rose slightly above a whisper and people glanced our way. Sayre took a moment before he answered me.

“I’ve never had a complaint. I know I’m a good lay.”

“Well, there’s no way to prove it,” I commented trying to put an end to where the conversation was going.

He turned his head and pursed his lips. “I could prove it to you.”

“Sure you could.”

“We are in a hotel,” he pointed out. “All we would need is a room and a couple of hours.”

There was only a second between him saying the words and him standing up and quickly exiting the room through the back door. There were enough people in the large space that no one really noticed.

I hesitated. What did I want to do? Stay here and listen to corporate bullshit or see how far Sayre was willing to take this little game.

I followed him.

Sayre walked up to the front desk and spoke with the woman behind the counter. I stood a respectful distance away. A couple of minutes later Sayre turned around and walked toward me with a hotel key card in his hand which he flashed at me.

“Did you just waste two hundred bucks,” I asked him.

“Room 314,” he replied. “If you’re interested.”