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This collection of 3 hot short stories with men who are helpless to do anything as the love of their life bares it all for strangers in broad daylight! The bundle includes ‘Violated by my Husband's Debt Collectors,’ ‘While His Wife Watches,’ & ‘Undercover Ménage with My Husband.’Excerpt From ‘Violated By My Husband's Debt Collectors’Silence followed and I was suddenly left with an overwhelming sense of dread. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from breaking into tears, knowing that if I start, I won't be able to stop. I wondered if I was willing to help him at all and if love was worth all the trouble he's brought me."I can work hard, if that's what you mean," I said finally. "But I'm already working two jobs so I don't know how I'm going to squeeze in another one." I looked around, taking in the awful mess of the place and how much everything stank to the high heavens, "you could do with some serious cleaning up around here, that's for sure," I said.He laughed, a sound that echoed in the barn in a manner that sent shivers down my spine. "Not that kind of work, darling," he said finally between guffaws."Then I'm not sure what you mean," I told him finally."You'll know when we get there," he said.My flimsy flip flops left small footprints in the soggy ground as we walked deeper into the barn. Horses stomped and neighed as we walked past them, though I paid them little heed. I had love horses when I was younger, but being the object of the majority of my husband's debts have made me outgrow that love fairly quickly.I was surprised to find a cemented area at the end of our journey, the open room completely empty safe for a pillar in the middle of the place and a pair of handcuffs on the floor. I gulp, a feeling of dread making my blood hum with fear. I did not like what I was seeing at all.We were not alone as footsteps quickly joined behind me and surrounded me. I noticed my husband standing amongst the man entering the room and was ashamed to find a sense of satisfaction at the sight of bruises and cuts on his face. I realized that all the men were staring at me, their expression unreadable."We have a feeling that your husband did not tell you everything you needed to know about offering you as collateral," the man said suddenly, breaking the silence the hung in the air."You see," he continued, pulling a slip of paper from under his leather jacket, "he offered a night for us to do whatever we wanted with you if he did not win the bet," he said...

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Forced Cuckold Husbands

(Three Cuckoldry & Hotwife Stories)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Violated By My Husband's Debt Collectors

(Cuckold BDSM Ménage)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Passion Before The Storm

"Hey honey, I'm home!" I shouted as I entered my cozy one-bedroom apartment.

"How was work?" my husband, Gary Holmes, asked, a delicious aroma emitting from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner.

I rubbed my hands together and brought them to my face, trying to pull my expression into a smile instead of one of complete exhaustion as I made my way towards my husband.

I thought I had life all figured out: A good education, a decent job, and a husband who loves me. What I had not accounted for was the huge gambling addiction that my loving husband had kept hidden from me until it was too late.

We had spent the last few years working ourselves out of the mountain of debt he had built. Gary was a compulsive gambler. He couldn't walk past a gambling table without throwing in our entire life's savings and then some at it!

Thankfully, he had gotten therapy and was on the road to recovery now. The only thing holding us together at this point was the love we still had for each other.

I pulled my sauce-stained shirt and bra off and undid my hair, letting them fall comfortably onto my naked back. The cool air on my exposed tits felt amazing, and my nipples were quickly hard. I checked myself out on the mirror by the shoe rack and thought I looked pretty damn hot semi-naked. At least I've got that going for me, I thought to myself with a weak smile.

"Well, hello sexy," my husband greeted, wearing nothing but an apron as he mixed the gravy in the pot.

I stared at his perfect tight ass and grinned like a high school student as I made my way towards him. "Hello yourself," I said, unable to resist giving his ass a firm squeeze as I stood behind him. I rubbed my tits against his naked chest seductively, trying to get his attention away from the gravy he's getting close to burning.

He turned off the stovetop and turned around to envelope me in a tight embrace. I was startled by the urgency of his kisses on the nape of my neck but was quick to catch on, wrapping my own arms around him and undoing the bow on his neck holding the flimsy apron up. I felt his erection pressing against my tummy and giggled.

"Someone's feeling horny today," I noted, leaning back a little to allow the apron to fall into the floor between us.

I arched my back as his warm, rough hands caressed the small of my back, sending sizzles of pleasure through me as his hands travelled downwards, fingers tracing the small hallow of my spine until he reached the line of my pants.

"I'm always horny for you," he said, suckling the nape of my shoulders. My own dry palms slid up his taut stomach and grabbed his chest muscles firmly.

I giggled, realizing that he was going to leave a love bite on me if he keeps going. "So... this first, dinner later?" I asked.

"If you insist," he mumbled on my neck, his breath warm against my naked skin. I molded intimately against him, feeling the heat radiate from his body, warming my insides.

I gasped, knees weakening completely when he moved attention to my ear, nibbling the lobes of my ear gently. "Ahh..." I moaned, fingers digging into the firm muscles on his back.

He pushed me back slightly and hands on the sides of my waist, lifted me gently to place me on top of our dining table.

I fell in love with his looks initially. He had dark brown hair and a charming smile on his chiseled features that could melt silver. He had never been a big fan of drinking, so unlike most of his peers, did not sport the unsightly beer belly. Instead, he had steely abs that were to-die-for.

Licking my lips and allowing myself to be drawn by his lustful gaze, I undid the buttons on my khaki pants and pulled it down slightly.

Gary was quick to help me, lifting me off the table slightly so that he could deal with the rest of my clothes. I felt dirty sitting in our kitchen table completely naked but was immensely aroused.

He closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine, tongue dancing in my mouth as we locked in a passionate kiss.

The head of his cock begged entry into my pulsating pussy, rubbing against my sensitive clit to send shivers from my nether regions all the way to my rapidly short-circuiting brain.

He continued to tease my sensitive buds as his fingers roamed in front of me, kneading my soft breasts to send ripples of pleasure through me. A deep lust rose over me, searing need making me convulse as his fingers pinched my nipples, pulling and tweaking them to send jolts of pleasure down to my pussy.

I felt my thighs quiver and my pussy moisten with arousal as he continued to tug my nipples. "Just like that, fuck," I moaned, fingers digging into his arms.

I was close to seeing stars with the desperation of wanting his cock buried deep in me and told him as much the only way I could without removing my lips from his. I sucked his lower lip and nibbled on it gently, licking on his lip in a way that I knew would drive him insane.

He groaned in pleasure and placed his hands on my back to push me forward. I shuddered in ecstasy as his hard cock penetrated deep inside me in one swift move, making me take him to the hilt completely.

"Ahh!! That feels good," I moaned, tangling my fingers in his soft curls and deepening our kiss as he continued to thrust into me in gentle, repetitive rhythm.

I was at the edge of the desk, his cock penetrating in and out of me, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and my knees clamped his naked hips, liquid pleasure rushing through my skin, blood humming in my veins as I reached the edge of the cliff of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck," my moans joined his grunts of pleasure, our bodies rocking together in a passionate dance His skin almost glowed with a sheen of sweat and I felt myself falling in love with him all over again. My insides convulsed as we reached the peak of bliss, teeth digging into the flesh of his shoulders to muffle my scream of pleasure.

The saltiness of his sweat filled my mouth, musky smell of sweat and sex permeating the air, mixed with the smell of our dinner in the kitchen.

He lost his deliberate repetitive rhythm and impaled me with his throbbing cock with a fevered passion that overtook his senses. I made a strangled noise as I arched my back, my legs shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm, pussy tightening to grasp his cock as he shot his load completely inside me, his own muscles tensing.

We breathed raggedly as we leaned against each other to soak in the post-orgasm waves. "Love you," I mumbled.

"Love you more," he responded lazily, planting a kiss on my cheek.

He reached behind me with his cock still deep in me and grabbed a few wads of paper towels before pulling out of me, using the paper towels to soak our cum before they could dirty the table.

I hopped off the table and wandered into the bathroom for a quick wash, enjoying the hot stream of water washing away the grim of sex and the smell of two jobs as a chef and waitress at two different workplaces. I sighed, hoping for the end of having to work multiple jobs to pay Gary's gambling debts and knowing that it will still take a few dozen years before we get there.

At least the sex is decent, I thought to myself, smiling a little as I cleaned cum from between my legs. I changed into a comfortable sundress, not bothering with underwear since I wasn't going to leave the house again today.

Gary had outdone himself with dinner. Mashed potatoes with gravy, oven-baked garlic and black pepper chicken, and a bowl of fresh salad. He even went through the effort of arranging cute little candles around the table.

"That looks wonderful," I said honestly as I took a seat at the table.

"Thank you," he said with a bright grin. "I'm going to have a wash and join you later," he continued.

I nodded, sitting down and digging in without him. After two cooking shifts, I find it almost impossible to prepare my own meals. Thank god for a considerate husband.

"How's the food?" he asked, coming out of the showers with just a towel around his waist.

I licked my lips as I enjoyed the view of his naked torso and rippling muscles, water dripping from his soft hair. "It's very good," I answered, leaning forward to catch his kiss with my lips. "Mmm..." I moaned, running my hand down his naked chest.

He chuckled as he pulled away from me, "look who's horny now."

I laughed, taking a bite of the chicken. "How's work?" I asked him.

"It's good," he said. "I'm going to try and pull more hours tomorrow."

"Oh, good," I said, a familiar silence enveloping us as we wallowed in the sadness of not being able to do much in terms of entertainment due to the debt weighing on us. I had not been on a holiday since we married. Not even for our honeymoon.

"Sorry," he mumbled, as if reading my mind.

"It's fine," I lied. It's hard not to hate him for how his gambling addiction had ruined our youth, but I knew it would be an uphill battle. It's unfair to continue punishing him for his mistakes day in and day out, after all.

"It'll get better, I swear," he said.

I glanced at him, suddenly suspicious. "There's no easy way out, Gary," I warned. "We have to work off the debt slowly."

"I know that!" he said with an awkward laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Warning bells ringing, I put my fork and spoon on the table and focused entirely on him. "What did you do, Gary?" I asked.

"Nothing!" he said, his voice a high tell-tale pitch.

"Oh god, Gary!" I groaned, hiding my face in my hands, "how much did you lose this time?"

"Why do you always think I'm going to lose?" he demanded, his hands on his hips defensively.

"Because you only ever lose!" I shouted, unable to take another bite of the dish despite how hungry and tired I was.