Preston The Trophy Wife

1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-1-945648-44-1
Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 95 Seiten

Vampire Erotica. Pretty trophy wife Lilith Lancaster catches her husband, Eric, receiving oral sex from the attractive Louise. Soon after, the devastated Lilith notices physiological changes; she’s feverish, nauseous, and extremely thirsty, with rapid weight loss and sensitivity to light. A PI hired by her divorce attorney leads Lilith to VAMPLA. By then, she’s burning with fever, and is saved by the kindly Francois. After they enjoy sex, he opens his flesh and allows Lilith to suck. Later, he arranges a consensual exchange of blood for sex that saves her life. After coming to terms with her transition, she confronts Eric about his infidelity, puts him in a trance and tastes his blood as well. Now reunited, the pair returns to the club to end Eric’s affair with Louise. However, when Louise insults Lilith, Lilith viciously attacks her. The fight attracts the attention of the VAMP club owner, Edgar, a powerful warlock. He proposes Lilith mate with a group of warlocks to save their dying race. When she refuses, he takes her family into his lair. In order to save them, she finds her long lost father and together they confront the oldest and most deadly vampire in the world.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Preston, Paul

Leseproben

Chapter Two The Trophy Wife   It all started quite innocently. Last Saturday night a gathering was arranged in our home for a group of physicians from the university to watch the USA men’s soccer team play in a World Cup match. I didn’t really care about the game, but I was excited about the party. Since I’m somewhat isolated taking care of the kids, I was really looking forward to spending some time with actual adults for a change. Unfortunately none of the men’s wives came to the party, but I was still happy to mingle and chat with Eric’s fellow doctors. Thankfully, my husband’s parents agreed to take care of our two kids for the evening. Out of respect for the privacy of my children I’d prefer not use their names. My kids don’t know anything about all of this and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can, if possible. My husband did invite one woman to the party however, a cute blonde sales representative from a pharmaceutical company. She had come to give some sort of presentation about a new drug her company was trying to promote to the hematologists in my husband’s practice. In addition to his position as an Attending Physician at the University, my husband works as a medical consultant to various pharmaceutical companies, organizing presentations of this kind. I didn’t give it a second thought when he told me she was coming. I remember kissing her on the cheek in a friendly manner when I welcomed her into my home. Her name was Phyllis or Lois, something like that. I don’t remember. Before the game started the charming young woman spoke enthusiastically to the group of physicians. The drug was going to revolutionize the treatment of blood disorders and change the industry, she said. She was a very good saleswoman, I’ll give her that. It was clear she had some work done, which is pretty common for women around here. From the ogling looks in the eyes of the men at the party, the fake boobs only made her appear more attractive to them. You could tell by her flat stomach she never had any babies. I was quite jealous of her slender physique, as I was still trying to lose the baby weight I had gained. I’m ashamed to admit how much I secretly envied little Miss Bouncy Breasts. She looked happy and free, unburdened by the responsibilities of being a parent. Her curvy body, revealing cleavage and radiant smile made her the center of attention. She was not only pretty and sexy, but interesting and intelligent as well. It got on my nerves that the doctors wanted to know her opinion on a wide range of important issues. To be fair, some of my husband’s associates complimented me too, telling me how attractive I was and how pretty the house looked, but I know no one really respects the fact that I’m a stay-at-home Mom without a career or a job. Say what you like, I know it’s true. Everyone in our circle of friends secretly looks down upon me, despite the difficult and thankless task of raising children. I love my kids but it is exhausting being a mother, organizing birthdays and playdates, constantly buying food and clothes and toys, cooking and feeding them, cleaning up after them, keeping them happy and entertained, dressing and undressing them, driving them to school and day care through LA traffic, running them from one appointment to the next, helping them with their homework, washing them, getting them ready for bed, day after day after day. No wonder I feel listless most of the day. I hardly sleep at night, tossing and turning in bed and eventually getting up to wander around the house, looking in at the girls sleeping peacefully in their rooms. I wake up more exhausted each day with dark circles under my eyes. Being a housewife is not the ideal life it appears to be, even from within the gilded gates of Bel Air, California. When my husband started noticing my skin growing paler with each passing day he began to suspect I was not only depressed but suffering from a physical illness as well. After a blood test revealed borderline anemia Eric prescribed iron supplements, but after a few weeks on the medication I still looked as white as a ghost. In Eric’s eyes, the sales rep must be bursting with life, health and sexual energy compared to me. She had the clear eyes and bubbly personality of a woman free from the responsibilities of married life. I had to face the fact that the younger, rosy-cheeked woman was more attractive than me. After her presentation, the game began. Even though I was the one in their circle of friends and knew their wives and children, the group of doctors completely ignored me. I didn’t seem to exist apart from my role as the host of the party, the wife of the physician, Dr. Lancaster. The men took turns talking to the skinny bitch as she scarfed down one appetizer after another without gaining a single ounce of weight, of course, while I faded into the background with appetizer tray in hand. She watched the first half of the big game along with the men, jumping up and down like a cheerleader rooting for Team USA, her breasts jiggling up and down each time she got excited by a kick toward the goal. Even though the game comes around only once every four years, I could tell that most of the doctors were paying more attention to how they could score with the young woman than the score of the actual game. At least my husband appeared to be discreet and wasn’t staring at her boobs like all the other men. By halftime the saleswoman was no longer in the living room with the other guests. I thought perhaps she had slipped away now that her presentation was over. Then I noticed my husband was missing from the living room as well. I thought nothing of it at first. Since we were getting a little low on wine I put the appetizer tray down and went in search of my husband so he could pick out the particular year and bottle he wished to serve his associates for the second half of the game. Eric was a collector of fine wines from around the world and had a walk in wine cellar built in to our basement which was his pride and joy. He was very particular about which vintage complimented the various cheeses. I could never keep them straight. One wine tasted as bitter to me as the next. The only kind that didn’t give me a headache was the dark burgundy, for some reason. Sipping on a glass of wine I walked through the main section of our home looking for Eric and then checked upstairs to see if he was in our master bedroom, but all was quiet. I went back downstairs to the far end of the home and noticed the door to the guest bedroom was closed. Listening in the hallway, I heard faint noises coming from within. I thought it was probably the sound of our cats scurrying around. I put my hand on the doorknob and attempted to turn it, but realized it was locked from inside. I didn’t remember ever locking the door to the guest room before. I thought perhaps one of the kids had accidently locked it while playing and then shut the door behind them. Now a locksmith would need to be called, another annoying detail I’d have to take care of. Walking out the side exit of our house, I thought I might be able to climb in through the ground floor window if it was open a crack. As soon as I got there I saw them going at it through the blinds of the window. I had a perfectly clear view of my husband sitting on the edge of the bed, sliding his penis in and out of the kneeling women’s mouth. I stood frozen in our back yard for a moment, numb, hurt, not knowing how to react. My first thought was to ruin his reputation and take the kids away from him in a divorce, so I took a few pictures with my I-Phone to document my husband’s betrayal. After nine years of marriage I should’ve caused a scene, throwing a rock through the window, shattering the glass, and shouting in anger at my husband and the whore whose painted lips were sliding up and down his erect penis. Rather, I stood outside the window in the bright California sunshine, calmly taking several pictures of his infidelity. It was strange. Of course I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, but outwardly I was surprisingly calm. What was Eric thinking? Not only was he breaking our marriage vows, but right under my nose and in our own house. My husband was one of the most respected researchers and clinicians at the University. Why would he risk it all, his family, our marriage and his reputation, just to have his penis sucked on by some pretty sales rep? All I had to do was share one picture with the University or the press and his whole career and the life we built together would come crashing down on us. Since he was receiving payments to conduct trials of different medications offered by the woman’s employer, there was a good chance his license to practice medicine in California would at the very least be suspended or most likely revoked. As I watched him thrust his penis in and out of the woman’s mouth, I began to question all the late nights coming home from the clinic and all the weekly Monday night meetings, the weekend conferences, and the luncheons provided by the various pharmaceutical companies he advocated for over the years. He must have done this before, I could only assume. Had I not been a good wife to him? I knew I was younger and prettier than any of his colleagues’ wives and in fairly good shape, despite bearing two of his children. Why did he feel the need to go outside our relationship for intimacy? Had I not always been there for him through the years of his training? He always told me what a good Mother I was and how much he valued me. Was it all just an act? How dare he disrespect me like that? Who the hell does he think he is? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. When had he lost his love and respect for me? Around our friends and family he would...