| Author: | Reagan Snow | ISBN: | 9781370173396 |
| Publisher: | Reagan Snow | Publication: | September 14, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Reagan Snow |
| ISBN: | 9781370173396 |
| Publisher: | Reagan Snow |
| Publication: | September 14, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
It was Valentines Day and their anniversary, but as usual, Tommy wasn’t prepared. He didn’t even deliver in bed that night. Finally, Ariana had had enough, and when the chance came to experience a real man, she took it with both hands. And mouth.
Would Tommy realize the error of his ways? Would he stand to be cuckolded in his own home? Or would he walk away…
**Preview**
“Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top,” I said, trying desperately to get her attention.
My wife Ariana was completely uninterested. She had a dazed look on her face, and something was telling me that she was just done with my antics.
It was Valentine’s Day night and what had happened here? I was late. Of course I was late. I prevaricated and procrastinated and postponed my way out after work, stealing back long enough to say hi to the cute new girl at reception, only to remember, hell, it was a double whammy: Our anniversary dinner on Valentine’s Day - and I had no present or anything.
She looked absolutely ravishing tonight: She had put on a new dress, and she had her hair done in a bun that made her look at once far more beautiful and much younger.
“New dress?” I asked. “It’s really nice.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
I shrugged and said, “What?”
“You gave it to me as last year’s anniversary present, you idiot.”
Oops.
It was Valentines Day and their anniversary, but as usual, Tommy wasn’t prepared. He didn’t even deliver in bed that night. Finally, Ariana had had enough, and when the chance came to experience a real man, she took it with both hands. And mouth.
Would Tommy realize the error of his ways? Would he stand to be cuckolded in his own home? Or would he walk away…
**Preview**
“Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top,” I said, trying desperately to get her attention.
My wife Ariana was completely uninterested. She had a dazed look on her face, and something was telling me that she was just done with my antics.
It was Valentine’s Day night and what had happened here? I was late. Of course I was late. I prevaricated and procrastinated and postponed my way out after work, stealing back long enough to say hi to the cute new girl at reception, only to remember, hell, it was a double whammy: Our anniversary dinner on Valentine’s Day - and I had no present or anything.
She looked absolutely ravishing tonight: She had put on a new dress, and she had her hair done in a bun that made her look at once far more beautiful and much younger.
“New dress?” I asked. “It’s really nice.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
I shrugged and said, “What?”
“You gave it to me as last year’s anniversary present, you idiot.”
Oops.
