Preview: Frat Party Entrance Fee (Rough MMF threesome with a reluctant housewife) – Cheating Wife Stories, book 1

Her husband will never find out … 

When Ashley’s husband goes out of town for work, she finds herself daydreaming about the life she might have had — if she hadn’t gotten married so young. The horny 19-year-old wanders around a college campus and into a frat party, where she pretends to be just another student. Hiding her purse, she heads outside to refill her beer from the keg … and the night takes an unexpected turn.

Two guys from the frat are guarding the door and refuse to let Ashley back in, even to get her purse. There’s only one way she can get back into this party, and she’s not going to like it … or will she?

This 5,900-word erotic short story features a reluctant housewife whose limits are pushed further and further as she’s dominated by two alpha males.

Preview:

Ashley was bored — and horny.  Her husband was on a work trip this weekend, and she was all alone.  Ashley loved her husband, but in the 10 short months they’d been married, she had quickly realized that they were not as well-suited to one another as she had originally thought.  For one, she needed to be fucked roughly, while Mike was delicate with her, as though she would break.

But damn if she would ever allow her mom the satisfaction of being right about their marriage.

“You’re too young to get married,” her mom had said when Ashley had told her she and Mike were engaged the year before. “What’s wrong with dating for a while longer, just to make sure it’s right?”

But Ashley and Mike hadn’t wanted to wait, and so a few months later, they were married. And now here she was, a 19-year-old stay-at-home housewife, living in the suburbs, running errands and cleaning the house while her husband worked long hours to support them both. She had wanted to get a job too, but Mike had old-fashioned ideas about the way the family should be run. He wanted to support them both, and he wanted Ashley to stay home, even before they had kids. Ashley felt as though she had skipped right over her young adulthood and gone from being a teenager to being middle-aged — she felt settled, secure…and bored.

Ashley sighed. She had been washing dishes at the sink, and now she set down the bowl she’d been scrubbing, turned off the water, and removed her gloves. She was sick of cleaning. It was Friday night! Didn’t she know anyone other than her husband anymore? Wasn’t there someone she could call up? No, she realized. Probably not. All their friends were other couples, and they were really Mike’s friends anyway.

Feeling antsy, Ashley went out onto her front porch and looked around her. Up and down the street, cookie-cutter houses sat on pristine lawns. Expensive SUVs sat in a few of the driveways, though most were tucked safely away into closed garages. It was like the real-life Wisteria Lane out here — without the excitement.

Well, maybe Ashley would make her own excitement. Suddenly inspired, she went inside and threw on some of her old clothes from high school, clothes from before she had needed to present herself as a well-groomed manager’s wife. The jeans felt good against her skin, old and familiar. She pulled out a tank top, admiring her figure in the mirror. She looked like she could be a college student. Part of her wished she’d gone that route, as her mom had insisted.

Ashley put on makeup, turning her lips bright red, slipped into a pair of comfortable, casual, yet sexy low heels, and almost before she could stop herself went outside and got into her car. She didn’t even know where she was going, she just knew she had to go. She needed to do something new, something different, something to break up the routine. She needed to feel like a person again, not just a wife. And with Mike out of town all weekend, he would never even have to know.

She found herself driving out of the suburban neighborhood into town. Without thinking, she turned down a road that led into the city’s college campus. Two young women were talking and laughing, wearing backpacks, looking as though they were on their way home from class. A couple of men were lazily throwing a football around on the lawn in front of an old, beautiful stone building. A few others were sitting on the grass, having a picnic.

Ashley began daydreaming. She imagined herself among these students, her friends, no worries or cares in the world. She imagined herself going to class, doing homework, living in a dorm or sorority house. She imagined sneaking drinks with older friends who bought her alcohol. She imagined being a slut, sleeping with whoever she wanted, whenever. Exploring her sexuality. She wondered if that’s what life would be like for her if she had never met Mike. It was a fun fantasy.

Ashley kept driving. She was moving away from the academic buildings and toward student housing. There were a few apartment buildings that were clearly dominated by students, and then she got to a row of frat houses.

Frats were a totally new thing for Ashley. Having never been to college, the only thing she knew about frats was what she had seen in movies. She didn’t know if her impression was accurate, but she had always been a little bit curious about these groups of young men living together. It sounded sexy. She had heard stories of things that frat brothers had done, such as sharing women, and the thought turned her on, though she herself had always been a good girl who would never engage in something like that. She was curious, though.

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To keep reading Frat Party Entrance Fee and view the rest of Anya Aurelie’s catalog, visit Anya’s Amazon Author Central page

 

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