Emily White: Cheating Wives and Secret Encounters, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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Three ordinary adults. Three afternoons they were never supposed to have. And not one of them is single, sorry, or sensible about it.

It starts with a handle on a chat site and ends in room twelve of a highway motel. Nadine is a claims processor in Columbus with a gray pencil skirt, a pair of reading glasses, and six months of nothing behind her. BRIAN XL is an accountant who types like a man who knows exactly what he wants. Twenty minutes after the first private message, she is in her own sedan with her mouth full and the car drifting half a lane.

Then Peter, laid off and newly arrived in a small country town, gets handed a party invitation by an old neighbor and exactly one rule. Drive to the gas station on Route 9. Pick the women up. Keep your mouth shut. Nobody warns him about Brenda, the blonde in the green dress and white heels, married eleven years and starving for a man who actually looks at her. Nobody warns her about Peter either.

And in the last story, Richard has spent his whole life dating pale women while hiding one private wish he has never said out loud. He is not supposed to want the woman who shows up to every family barbecue. Diane is forty-two, married, and standing in his hallway doorway with a glass of iced tea pressed against her chest, asking if he is really alone.

What makes this collection different is the voice. Every story is told in first person by the person who was actually there, in the plain, forensic detail of a confession. The broken office heating. The motel soap brand. The phone that rang at ten at night and was never answered. The towel that slipped on the bathroom tile. These are not twenty-two-year-old fantasy dolls. These are thirty-six-year-olds with mortgages, bad bosses, and bodies described honestly. People who decide, once, to be reckless.

Inside you get a stranger hookup that runs all night and goes three positions deep. A first anal that a married woman has never given her husband. A hallway kiss that is left deliberately unfinished for months. Deep throat, spanking, cream pies, and dirty talk that sounds like a real bedroom instead of a script.

Each story is complete, standalone, and illustrated in a bold adult manga and hentai style, so you can read one on a lunch break and be ruined for the rest of the afternoon.

If you have ever wanted to be looked at like that again, by a stranger, by a neighbor, by the man across the hallway, open the first page and pick your evening.