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This is the complete five-part series of 'Mrs. Primrose the MILF's Cuckold Adventures' combined into one novella-length story of approximately 31,400 words for readers who have enjoyed part one and would like to read the remaining parts 2, 3, 4 and 5 too, in one book. It is an erotic novella for adults only. All characters portrayed in this story are consenting adults. This novella is also available in paperback. It contains elements of BDSM, explicit and graphic sexual scenarios and much more.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Mrs. Priscilla Primrose's long and dark soft hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stared at Brad, her eighteen-year-old gorgeous black gardener who was pruning her many roses several yards away from where she was sunbathing on a bright June morning. With the heat of the day beating down upon them both in more ways than one, beads of sweat dotted his brow. They occasionally dripped onto his bare and muscular young chest as he toiled away in the sprawling garden. Standing up, she knew she looked incredibly desirable for her mature age and she also knew that he was watching her at every given chance he had, his deep, dark brown eyes undressed what little clothing she already had on. She had felt so strongly, they devouring every toned inch of her sexy body as her deep cleavage bulged over the top of her bikini. Rubbing cream over her freshly shaven mound, her fingers slowly moving up and out of her bikini bottoms, a blob of white lotion almost causing the frustrated young man to fall over a stack of shovels which were propped up against a wall.“Look where you’re going, for Pete's sake,” he muttered to himself.Clicking her fingers, she summoned him toward her with a sexy smile, wishing he’d take his time so that she could likewise devour each and every muscular sexy inch of him too. Her body ached for his touch, more than his thirst screamed for refreshing water. Even though she loved her husband, Robert, he was of no use to her anymore sexually. She wanted and desperately needed a real man to satisfy her simmering lust, and to satisfy her completely. Foreplay and a quick fumble under their marital bedsheets and fake moans and faking orgasms with Robert was no longer enough for her. And she could no longer tolerate lying on a damp patch as he slept either, while she lay awake - frustrated and still so very turned on.Things were becoming unbearable!After tolerating her boring marital situation for years and with no family to take care of, Priscilla tried to keep herself as busy as possible during the daytime by having telephone chats with friends and pampering herself in as many different ways that she could think of. But even that was becoming mundane. She needed the female inside herself to actually feel like a female. Not a housewife, slowly going crazy as the years ebbed away, threatening to deprive her of her looks as well as passion in her life. The thought of approaching the age of fifty and still feeling like this was too much to bear.Things came to a head one day when she decided that she now preferred a man who could sexually ravage her senseless until sunrise – not someone that she already had, whose idea of excitement was picking his toenails when watching darts on TV. The only dart she wanted was a well-aimed, rock-hard bulging fleshy dart - heading her way.

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Mrs. Primrose the MILF’s Cuckold Adventures

The complete series for adult lovers of erotic fiction

A Novella of approximately 31,400 words in length

‘Mrs. Primrose the MILF’s Cuckold Adventures’

Written by Goddess Pleasure

Copyright 2016 Goddess Pleasure

This novella is a work of fiction. It is written and intended for a mature adult audience (18+) only. All characters portrayed in each story are consenting adults.

The author is from the UK, so the stories are written in British English and the grammar and spelling are British style.

www.eroticaauthorGoddessPleasure.com

Priscilla is a gorgeous, rich, forty-seven-year-old sexy milf with a sky-high sex drive. She secretly craves a well-hung man who can satisfy her properly and fully. Even better, she aches for a man who is much younger than her husband, Robert, a lover who would be more than happy to pleasure her in ways that her impotent, submissive and inefficient spouse ever can. What she doesn’t realise is that Robert also craves the same situation and wants nothing more than to watch her with another man and Robert wants to do whatever he can to please not only his wife - but to please this Alpha male too. Do this married couple each get what they have desired for so very long – the perfect cuckold situation and a vastly improved marriage? Their eighteen-year-old young stud of a gardener has had the hots for Priscilla for months and he can’t believe his luck when she encourages him to fulfil his fantasies too!

Mrs. Priscilla Primrose's long and dark soft hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stared at Brad, her eighteen-year-old gorgeous black gardener who was pruning her many roses several yards away from where she was sunbathing on a bright June morning.

With the heat of the day beating down upon them both in more ways than one, beads of sweat dotted his brow. They occasionally dripped onto his bare and muscular young chest as he toiled away in the sprawling garden. Standing up, she knew she looked incredibly desirable for her mature age and she also knew that he was watching her at every given chance he had, his deep, dark brown eyes undressed what little clothing she already had on. She had felt so strongly them devouring every toned inch of her sexy body as her deep cleavage bulged over the top of her bikini. Rubbing cream over her freshly shaven pussy, her fingers slowly moving up and out of her bikini bottoms, a blob of white lotion almost causing the frustrated young man to fall over a stack of shovels which were propped up against a wall.

“Look where you’re going, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered to himself.

Clicking her fingers, she summoned him toward her with a sexy smile, wishing he’d take his time so that she could likewise devour each and every muscular sexy inch of him too. Her body ached for his touch, more than his thirst screamed for refreshing water. Even though she loved her husband, Robert, he was of no use to her anymore sexually. She wanted and desperately needed a real man to satisfy her simmering lust, and to satisfy her completely. Foreplay and a quick fumble under their marital bedsheets and fake moans and faking orgasms with Robert was no longer enough for her. And she could no longer tolerate lying on a damp patch as he slept either, while she lay awake - frustrated and still so very turned on.

Things were becoming unbearable!

After tolerating her boring marital situation for years and with no family to take care of, Priscilla tried to keep herself as busy as possible during the daytime by having telephone chats with friends and pampering herself in as many different ways that she could think of. But even that was becoming mundane. She needed the female inside herself to actually feel like a female. Not a housewife, slowly going crazy as the years ebbed away, threatening to deprive her of her looks as well as passion in her life. The thought of approaching the age of fifty and still feeling like this was too much to bear.

Things came to a head one day when she decided that she now preferred a man who could sexually ravage her senseless until sunrise – not someone that she already had, whose idea of excitement was picking his toenails when watching darts on TV. The only dart she wanted was a well-aimed, rock-hard bulging cock dart - heading her way. The bullseye being between her tight, deprived and eager thighs. Robert suspected something was up whenever his limp cock tried to rise, quickly becoming flaccid and useless once more whenever she uttered the passion-killing words: “Not tonight dear. I’ve got a headache.”

It never occurred to him that he was her headache. A pathetic quickie wasn’t even adequate to her. She wanted it to be slow, prolonged and very enjoyable, and it was anything but that. So, they lived in the same huge house and amicably went about their days in a civilised manner, both wanting things to improve, but unable to find a way to do so.

Until Brad came along…

“Hi, Mrs. Primrose. Do you want something? Is everything okay?” the dark brooding hunk asked, running one hand over his black and shiny shaved head, the other clutching secateurs.

Do I want something? He must be blind if he hasn’t noticed by now just how much I want him to stuff his hard cock inside me, she thought, as he slowly strolled toward her, his eyes never leaving her chest for one single second. Panting from overworking in the sprawling and perfect gardens after lifting heavy rocks to build her a rockery, with a friendly smile she handed him a glass of sparkling ice water. He licked his oh so very plump and kissable lips at this welcome thirst quencher and also at the heavenly sight of her bulging cleavage which was now threatening to spill over her bikini top. It clung to her incredible body, a fabric so thin she may as well not be wearing anything at all… He so wanted her to let him rip it off with his fingers and to let her breasts loose. Or, better still, he would love nothing more than to tear her bikini top from off her body with his teeth. He didn’t realise how much she longed to enjoy some skin on skin hot contact too. The thought of her ample breasts spilling out and into his waiting hands, the outline of her nipples through the material driving his mind and body crazy, almost caused him to drop his glass of water as she purposely and deliberately bent over, inches from him to pick up a stray leaf from off the patchy ground which was being prepared for a brand new layer of grass. He imagined taking her from behind; just a second to peel down her bikini bottoms and to slip and slide right inside her…

She knew precisely what she was doing to him and she loved every delicious moment of it. Just before she stood upright again, the growing bulge in his shorts confirmed her suspicions and satisfied her once waning ego. So, he does want me. Good. I knew it, she thought. Just because her boring Robert no longer fucked her for hours, it obviously didn’t mean that other men wouldn’t want to - and would be glad to.

She kept herself in spectacular shape for her forty-seven years and planned on asking Brad to hold her legs down while she did sit-ups; despite knowing that she could easily place her feet under a heavy barbell in the home gym instead. A very well-toned and muscular, fine specimen of a man, Brad also appeared to be well-endowed, judging by what was pushing against the zipper of his tight denim shorts six days a week. She was sure she’d caught him masturbating behind large bushes a few days ago, but couldn’t be totally sure. He didn’t work on Sundays - much to Priscilla’s disappointment. Sundays she spent with boring Robert, a toenail-picking, dart-watching bland husband. He was like beige in a suit. Not like Brad, red hot in anything he wore, probably. Trying to push against Robert’s underpants was something entirely different: a flaccid and defunct member, no longer able to wave hello the ceiling any longer. It just dangled there, like a pathetic limp worm staring at the floor most days and obviously cowering in utter shame. Ah, but Brad showed the potential of so much promise of so much pleasure - that she wasn’t getting, but felt she deserved to be enjoying! He was the type she now wanted, after ogling similar hunky men on porn channels on the internet. Men who were enjoying engaging in sexy scenario after scenario of milfs getting fucked senseless by their much younger lovers. Her body was better than any of the mature women she saw on the screen. Whenever she went out shopping, scores of men’s heads always turned to undress her with their eyes, their wives scowling madly by their side.

She was that hot…

Her desire knew no bounds either. And she wanted him inside her so very badly. If he ever decided to leave his job working there for her and Robert, she’d already decided on hiring a male escort if that was what it took to get satisfaction. Taking back the empty glass from the refreshed man, they both stood face to face for a few moments before she whispered to him:

“Brad, me and you have got to know each other quite well over these past few months,” she purred, twining her hair around her index finger as she walked around him in a circle, “so I feel I can confide in you fully now and can tell you anything,” she said, now slowly running one fingertip over and across her lips.

He nodded in silence and gave her a reassuring and understanding smile.

She continued:

“Robert doesn’t satisfy me. I’m extremely fed up.” “There, I’ve said it!”

She gazed into his eyes, desperate to press her body against his firm and fit torso. It was all too much for him. She was giving him the green light and he’d be a fool to deny her of her cravings. She was worth losing his job over, he thought. With his youth, skills and good looks going for him he was confident that he could get another job somewhere else and quite quickly too. He closed in for the kill. Kissing her neck as she continued panting in lust, he couldn’t believe his luck. He’d always dreamed of getting it on with a milf and she was most definitely a mother he’d like to fuck! Her red painted fingernails dug into his back as his cock grew rock harder and harder, becoming uncomfortable now as it strained to burst free. For the next ten minutes they caressed, whispered filthy things to each other and covered every inch of each other’s body with hands, fingers and mouths. His hot breath on her soft skin got her increasingly wetter as she then felt the tip of his tongue snaking its way from her dainty belly button, and then circling its way up toward her erect nipples. It was all she could do not to scream out loudly. With no neighbours to hear for at least half a mile, she panted like an animal on heat as Brad explored her curves. His mouth felt that incredible roaming around all over her neglected body. He wanted to kneel in front her and worship her like the Goddess she was. He’d never seen her act this way whenever Robert came back from work. The most action he’d witnessed was a quick peck on her cheek and asking what was for dinner. Hardly erotic and most certainly not romantic, he’d thought at the time.

Peeling her bikini top upward, her large breasts swung free. He could have watched them all day; perfect, round, soft and suckable tits, still pert for a mature woman of her age. He was impressed, expecting them to droop more. He wanted to do nothing more than to admire them, but simply looking at them wasn’t enough – he just had to have her. His cock had other, impatient plans for them both, as if it dictated every moment from thereon. He took one of her dark pink nipples in his mouth and nibbled it gently with his teeth, saliva slathering them, making them slippery. She felt her clit twitch beneath her bikini bottoms; a fantastic sensation she barely remembered any other man in her past making her enjoy. Usually tying her hair up into a neat bun, today she let it fall freely, knowing it made her look not only more desirable but younger too. To Brad, she looked ravishing, however she wore her hair. He could smell her expensive and exotic bottled perfume but her own individual smell drove his senses into the realms of almost animalistic frenzied lust. And as quickly as she’d come onto him, she pulled away. Puzzled, he watched in utter frustration as she turned, pulled her bikini top back over herself and walked away without a single word. Watching her disappear into the house he went and found his favourite bush to masturbate behind, muttering obscenities to himself.

“What a fucking prick tease!”

He unzipped and pulled his huge black cock out which was now blatantly screaming at him to release its hot and creamy load. Inside her would have been better, or even over her, he’d hoped. On purpose, he jerked off over a few roses; spurt after spurt of sticky semen clinging to petals like survivors on a life raft away from threats of death amid a stormy sea’s waves.

Seconds later, he heard the familiar cat-like purr of Robert’s car engine in the driveway. Hearing him switching classical music off and humming to himself, Brad crouched down and pulled his underpants and shorts back up and over himself. Watching him through leafy branches, he thought what a dickhead her husband was. They had all the money in the world as a married couple yet he couldn’t satisfy his own wife sexually. Brad felt sad for her. And even sadder for his own deprived needs. But, despite her cruel teasing, what she’d done was the most exciting thing he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He’d enjoyed many women over the past few months but it was she that he wanted, she on his mind all day every day and it was she he saw in other women’s eyes whenever he fucked them in every way possible in the evenings. But now that she’d let him touch her? Oh, wow, it sure made his day so much more interesting than tidying a big garden. The thought of tidying her ‘lady garden’ with his wet tongue however was something he’d happily do day and night and not just for eight to ten hours’ wage either, he thought, he’d happily do it for free and anytime she wanted him to do it too.

Robert marched into the large house. Brad could hear the couple bickering now, over something about an extension and renovations. As if they hadn’t got enough, now they were on about making the building larger than it already is. Brad shook his head. Some people are never satisfied, he thought, but he was sure that he could make her more satisfied than any amount of money in the world. He sighed and after double-checking that things were back to normal in the cock department, he walked up to a shovel and grabbed it. The new rockery area was coming along nicely and all he had to do now was to plant some cacti and to install a water feature and that was that job done. Priscilla walked up to a window and watched him as Robert paced the living-room floor, cursing about unnecessary cost. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to have one built onto the house, he was just ’Scrooge’-like with money and not as carefree as she was. She often called him ‘Tighter than a duck’s ass’, much to his irritation. But Brad found it incredibly funny. He chuckled to himself as his ears strained to hear every single word. Her feisty and fiery manner only served to heighten his already simmering lust for her. He raised his eyebrows as she verbally beat Robert into a submissive wreck as he sat down and now remained as quiet as a mouse, letting her give him a damn good telling off. It turned him on, but he’d never told her this. Maybe she’d stop, as punishment, he reasoned, as she carried on.

If she spoke to me like that, I’d bend her over my knee and slap her ass or make her suck my cock and I’d deprive her of a good fucking until she learned to show me some respect, Brad thought, feeling somewhat disgusted by Robert’s lack of courage.

As Brad pottered around the garden, Priscilla glanced his way, butterflies flitting inside her belly as she vividly remembered how good his mouth had felt on her body earlier; his strong and dirty black hands touching her. She wanted him to do so much more with them to her body. She imagined his thick fingers burrowing their way inside her, and she shuddered.

“You cold?”

“No, Robert, I’m not cold. I’m fed up, that’s what I am. Something’s got to change, or I’m leaving!”

A look of horror filled his eyes and he felt his stomach lurch.

“I feel it too. And I don’t want you to ever leave me. Tell me what you want and I’ll go along with it. All I care about is your happiness, don’t you see that? I’m just busting a gut to pay the bills and to keep you in luxury, but I don’t mind. It makes me happy if you’re happy,” he pleaded, almost on his knees now in front of her.

Priscilla smiled.

“I work too you know. I clean, cook, do your laundry and a thousand other things. But Robert, we don’t make love anymore, and I need to.”

“I know, but I can’t. Something’s stopping me. I-“

She pressed a fingertip to his lips and held him close.

Brad saw their exchange of affection and he seethed in the garden, taking it out on a grassy sod with the blade of his shovel.

Priscilla touched Robert’s face affectionately and gazed into his eyes.

“I’m your wife. You should be able to tell me anything!”

He gulped.

“I’ve fantasised for a long time about seeing you with another man.”

He felt his shoulders relax now.

“Is that all?” Priscilla laughed.

“No, there’s more. Much more. Sure you want to hear it? You might get angry.”

“Tell me. I want to know. You can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

Robert stood fully upright now, his jaw clenching. He looked her directly in the eye and just blurted out the words he’d kept in for such a long time.