Green Bush Erotica Volume 3
Green Bush Erotica
Volume 3
by Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2012 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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Table of Contents
His and Hers Affairs
The things I do for my husband.
Love, it’s strange, no?
When going into an open marriage, you expect to have a slightly different life than the average American couple, but still.
We both knew when we met, when we started dating, when we got serious, when we considered even the idea of marriage that there was no way we would be able to stay physically faithful to one another. We were tipped off to that fact that we were both seeing other people when we had our first date. I suppose it goes without saying that we had sex on the first date as well.
Having a threesome with a drunk sorority girl on our fourth date pretty much sealed that deal. (Long, stupid story. Short version: We were playing a game of sexual chicken, we went into one of the local bars frequented by other students like us, a few drinks later there’s a blonde Greek in our bed. Well, his bed actually, but I was spending pretty much every night there already.)
Anyway, the first serious girlfriend Mike had after our marriage was good for him. She got him out of the house. She was good in bed, but I was better looking than her so there wasn’t any jealousy there. It was great...until she decided to marry the guy she was seriously dating. Even that would have been fine, Mike had no objections. But apparently her fiancée, soon to be husband, took offense that she had been seeing someone behind his back and he refused to marry her unless she dropped her boyfriend.
Some people have strange morals.
This was unexpected, but a few months later, Mike found a new girlfriend and all was well and good with the world again.
That lasted about two years until Mike started moping around the house and I knew something was wrong. Naturally I had to ask. What a mistake.
“Lydia doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
I could tell he was trying not to cry like a little girl. It took forever to weasel the story out of him, even then he refused to go into detail, just that they had an argument and had broken up. Thing was, he still had a thing for her. Great. So I either needed to find him a new girlfriend right away—so I could continue fucking around—or get him back with Lydia.
I chose Lydia. It seemed the easier route.
It was easy enough to find her dating profile online; Mike never hid it from me, but I never looked either. It was easy enough to find. The internet has been a blessing to millions of people looking for long intimate relationships and those looking just for a one night stand of sex. More reliable than singles bars too.
Oddly, even though I had heard about the woman for two years, I had never seen a picture of her nor had I bothered looking her up.
Name: Thongirl
Age: 30 (I knew that was a lie, maybe by only a few years, but still)
Height: 5’ 9” (taller than I expected, taller than me)
Weight: 140 (if true, not bad, Mike had said she had curves)
Hair: brunette, long (contrast with by short, blonde; I guess Mike likes variety)
Skin: pale with freckles
Body type: sexy and curvy (see, I knew; again different, I’m petite and athletic)
Bust: 38D [full D] (her note, not mine, and wow, I’m barely a B)
Piercings: ears only!!! (not that adventurous I see)
Tattoos: none (same ...