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The third Mrs. Makepeace adventure sees her involved in a threesome with a pair of bisexual male architects. Then she goes home to her husband...~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~“You do know I’m married?”“The bling on your finger makes that obvious,” Aaron responded.I gave him a direct look and said, “Then don’t you think it’s a touch inappropriate to get so personal with me? I’m married and I’m also your boss…in a way. Your client, at least. Anyway, I thought you two were gay?”Jimmy intervened at that point.He threw a malevolent glance at Aaron and said, “Yes, he is being inappropriate, Julia. But, please, do forgive him. He’s young and you know what he’s like.”Aaron sniffed, like he was offended, his attitude all in the roll of eyes.“We’re more fluid than boring old gay,” he said with a pout. He offered me an effeminate wave, one with a definite kink to his wrist. “And I didn’t mean to cause offense,” he added. “I meant it as a compliment!” He took a step back and eyed me again, his gaze running all over my body.The heat in his look seemed a little at odds with his camp manner of speaking. The way he talked and his immaculate taste in clothes tagged him as gay. But, after what he’d said about licking chocolate sauce off my boobs and the way his stare just about burned the clothes off my body, I got the sense I’d misjudged him entirely.

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Mrs. Makepeace: Hotwife Adventures

The Cuckold

By

Tia Lascivo

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Copyright © 2017 by Tia Lascivo

All Characters are 18 and Over.

One

“You do know I’m married?”

“The bling on your finger makes that obvious,” Aaron responded.

I gave him a direct look and said, “Then don’t you think it’s a touch inappropriate to get so personal with me? I’m married and I’m also your boss – in a way. Your client, at least. Anyway, I thought you two were gay?”

Jimmy intervened at that point.

He threw a malevolent glance at Aaron and said, “Yes, he is being inappropriate, Julia. But, please, do forgive him. He’s young and you know what he’s like.”

Aaron sniffed, like he was offended, his attitude all in the roll of eyes.

“We’re more fluid than boring old gay,” he said with a pout. He offered me an effeminate wave, one with a definite kink to his wrist. “And I didn’t mean to cause offense,” he added. “I meant it as a compliment!” He took a step back and eyed me again, his gaze running all over my body.

The heat in his look seemed a little at odds with his camp manner of speaking. The way he talked and his immaculate taste in clothes tagged him as gay. But, after what he’d said about licking chocolate sauce off my boobs and the way his stare just about burned the clothes off my body, I got the sense I’d misjudged him entirely.

“You really do have a magnificent figure,” Aaron continued. “Gorgeous,” he crooned. “That skirt and blouse…” His eyes rolled in a gesture of appreciation. “Those shoes…”

Jimmy said, “Aaron … Please…” the warning in his tone.

Aaron turned to him and said, “What? I can’t help it. I think she’s positively delicious. I just want to eat her up.”

Which is what had prompted me to point out my marital status in the first place. Aaron had caught me by surprise by blurting out he wanted to pour chocolate sauce all over my breasts and buttocks and lick it all off.

We were inside the shell of the building. What was basically still a construction site in one of the upstairs room that the workmen had turned into a sort of canteen. It was still all rough concrete walls and bare wires dangling from the ceiling. It was a little dusty in there, a few tools on an old table, a couple of lockers someone had brought in that looked like they started out in a school somewhere. The men had carted an old table upstairs. A square, Formica-topped thing with scars from years of use. They’d even found a two-seater sofa and brought that up, too.

The building was my current project, a renovation on which I’d used Jimmy and Aaron. Jimmy was an architect about my own age. He was late-thirties and had worked with me on a couple of earlier projects, and when the new development came up, he suggested that Aaron might get involved as well.

It didn’t take me long to divine the two men when were partners in more ways than business. who was obviously his partner in more ways than business.

“He’s young and needs the experience,” Jimmy had said.” He’s very bright and full of enthusiasm. New ideas. Creative.”

“Sold,” I’d said when we’d haggled out a percentage for Aaron.

And up to that day he’d been as good as gold. Very on the ball and bursting with ideas, just as Jimmy had said. But then he’d made the quip about my buttocks and boobs, his forthright appraisal really making me boggle for a second or two.

Then Mrs. Makepeace kicked into gear.

I took a couple of steps backwards, my heels pick-pocking off the bare floors.

“It’s okay, Jimmy,” I said after his warning. Then I looked at Aaron and planted my fists on my hips. “What do you mean by fluid, exactly?”

I saw Aaron glance at his partner, but Jimmy gave him a look and crossed his arms. He had one eyebrow arched as if to say, You started this thing.

I went on to ask, “Do you mean bisexual, Aaron? Is that it?”

“Well, yes,” Aaron replied, his eyes sliding away from my glare. “In a nutshell.”

I looked at Jimmy when I said, “What? Both of you?”

Jimmy looked pained but nodded in return.

He said, “Aaron didn’t mean anything, really, Julia--”

“Don’t worry, Jimmy,” I said, cutting him short. “Everything’s fine. I’m okay. You two are still on the project if that’s what’s worrying you.” Then I focused on Aaron and asked, “How old are you?”

Aaron frowned, then blinked and looked at Jimmy again.

“Answer the lady,” Jimmy directed.

“Twenty-six,” Aaron responded, looking at me.

“Do you have any idea how old I am?” I asked, folding my arms.

Aaron pulled a face. He grimaced and shrugged.

“God, that’s a minefield,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

Aaron flicked his eyes to Jimmy in a plea for assistance, a gesture which Jimmy ignored. He just tutted and rolled his eyes at me. Kids, his exasperated expression suggested.

“Just answer me, Aaron,” I said.

Aaron shrugged. Then looked up to the ceiling and thought about it.

“Thirty-five?” he said, tentatively.

“Not bad,” I told him, letting him off with a grin. Then I focused on Jimmy while saying, “You two are together, aren’t you? I have that right at least, don’t I?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Jimmy replied. He looked decidedly edgy and threw a murderous glance at Aaron.

“And you’re both … fluid?”

“Yes, Julia, that’s right,” Jimmy said with a catch in his tone. Like it had gone too far and too personal. “But I don’t know what that’s--”

“I think you’re both kind of cute,” I said, interrupting Jimmy mid-flow. “Good-looking, you know?” I added. “You look to be buff under that suit, Jimmy. Looks like you’re a regular at the gym.”

“He’s got the body,” Aaron put in. “You should ask him to take his shirt off,” he added, smirking and giving a low whistle. “Hawt,” Aaron finished, fanning himself with his fingers.

“Aaron, please,” Jimmy hissed through his teeth.

“I’m only saying…” Aaron replied in a huff.

“Are you exclusive?” I asked, directing the question to Aaron because he seemed to the more forthcoming of the pair.

“Not exactly,” he said. “I mean, I wouldn’t cheat. You know, I wouldn’t sneak around behind Jimmy’s back. But if we’re in a club, and there’s somebody hot…”

“Male or female, it doesn’t matter?” I asked.

Aaron nodded with some enthusiasm.

“Uh-huh, that’s right,” he told me, nodding as he did it. “If it’s a hot guy or girl one of us likes the look of … Well,” he trilled with a roll of his eyes. “Maybe we’ll both get lucky and have a wonderful threeway. That’s the best,” Aaron said on a gasp.

I digested this snippet and thought about it for a moment or two.

“So, Aaron, tell me,” I said as I moved in close. I put my face a couple of inches in front of his and gestured along the front of my body with the backs of my fingers. I swept my hands over my curves and purred, “You’d lick chocolate sauce off my boobs and butt?”

He gulped, slack-faced and gaping.

“If I offered it up,” I whispered, glancing back towards Jimmy. “Would you two fancy a little threeway with me?”

Two

Jimmy was a little slower than Aaron when it came to catching on. When I asked about the threesome I saw Jimmy’s eyes go wide with shock. Understandable, I suppose; after all, we were on-site, we were supposed to be working, plus I hadn’t given any hint of my alter-ego’s predilection to spontaneous extra-marital sex. As far as Jimmy knew, I was just another wealthy client with money to invest in property conversions. He couldn’t have known I’d be crazy for two cocks in the middle of the day. Why on Earth would he? Why would anyone?

Aaron, however, was very quick off the mark. He gave me a look that suggested he couldn’t believe what I’d just said, paused for a beat, then grinned and squeezed my breasts.

“Oh, Jimmy,” breathed Aaron. “Come on. We have to do this, lover-boy. I mean, don’t you wanna get hold of these tits?” He fondled my boobs and let out what I took to be an appreciative moan.