All Chapters of SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS: AN EXTRA STEAMY COLLECTION: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

THIRD PERSON POV Michelle sat at the long rehearsal dinner table litters with fancy, expensive candles and meals that were tasteless at best. Everything was going really well for that evening until Carl, Kate's dad opened his big mouth. The broad, handsome ex marine was being the jerky overprotective father. His angry eyes were fixed on Roland, not caring about the distinguished guests on the table. "My daughter deserves better than some slick talking money machine who probably fucks around behind her back."Roland's jaw tightened, picking at the awful dinner between his fork. "Kate's a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions for herself. She doesn't need her daddy to micromanage her life."Kate's cheeks burned red, avoiding the evasive looks of the other guests. "Dad please, not tonight."Carl snorted, twirling his glass of whisky. "I've heard stories about you, Roland. You want to fuck my daughter up like the others."Michelle swallowed painfully. This shit was gonna end u

Third person Pov The penthouse was beautifully decorated for the party, thanks to Michelle. It was the night before Kate's wedding, her last night as an unmarried woman. Petals decorated the floor, candles flickering, their sweet scents permeating the air. According to her friends, it was her last day to be "free." Whatever that was, she didn't understand? They always talked about marriage like it was some kind of torture prison. This night however was about loads of champagne, lingeries and loud music. No men, no drama. Just Kate and her three bridesmaids having a swell time. Kate was currently perched on the persian rug that tickled her smooth thighs. She wore a sheer robe that did nothing to conceal the pink garter belt she had on. Her full tits strained against her light pink lace bra. Panties, if you could call them that were strings pushed into her ass crack and divided her plump pussy lips. Every little shift made her fabric drag across her clit, sending fresh sparks st

HORNY NEGLECTED WIFE THIRD PERSON POV Donna Matthews was splayed wide on her marital bed, completely naked and aching beyond control. Her thighs were so wide, and further apart from each other like an offering. Her shaved outer cunt lips, puffy and so slick that it coated her opening, dripping down to her bare asshole. She pinched her buzzing nipples, twisting the bud between her fingers, enjoying the shocks it sent to her fat clit that needed a finger or a tongue. Donna didn't really mind what touches that spot of hers, she felt like she was being torn apart. She fucked the air. "AHH... Uhmmm.... god... " She moaned, the sheets beneath her getting wet by the second. Her strawberry blonde hair framed her face, the strands on her forehead matted with sweat. Pale creamy skin shiny under the overhead lights. Her husband, Pastor Matthews stood at the front of the bed, buck naked as his wife. But instead of pouncing on her, he looked like he didn't want to be anywhere near

Third Person Pov "Good." Taylor breathed, his minty breath fanning her face. His fingers were now almost inside her sundress. She could feel the heat if it close to the edge of her soaked snatch. If he moves anymore inch, his finger would ease into her oozing cunt without any barrier stopping him. Donna's breath came out ragged. She looked over at Horace behind Taylor. She could see his own cock almost pushing out of his shorts. Her nipples were pointed forward like soldiers, aching. But no. She couldn't let it happen now. It would make her look cheap. What would they think of her spreading her pussy for them to fuck at a first meeting? Donna shoved at Taylor's chest, pushing him back slowly. Forcing a shaky smile, she stood up from the couch, not looking down on the stool. She knew she was leaving behind a trail of slick. "I gotta get going. Some other time, yeah?" She promised, voice shaky. "Sure. " Horace husked, squeezing her shoulders before letting go. She scurried awa

Third Person Pov "Where are you going this early, Mrs Matthews?" Mrs Winchester's voice sliced through the quiet morning. The old, gossipy bat stood on her porch, arms wrapped around her flat chest, a fake smile etched on her face. A classic "Karen", snobby as hell from old money. As if that wasn't worse, she was an elder in Matthews church. This wasn't what Donna needed right now. Yesterday was a painful day. Matthews didn't come up, if he had though she wouldn't have let him in. This morning, as soon as she heard his car leave the driveway, she freshened up, eager to leave the house. Donna gave the old witch a tight smile. "Just running some errands, Ma.""Like that?" Mrs Winchester called after her as she made her way across the street, not wanting to stay and exchange words with her. "Yeah, like that!" Donna hissed under breath, fists clenched at her sides. Donna was wearing another sundress, shorter than the way she wore the way she met Horace. The dress has spaghetti str