Chapter 1

Dawn looked away from her computer screen and blew out a long, exasperated breath as she stood. This was a terrible idea, she thought and got mad at her husband all over again. But Nate hadn’t forced her hand when she decided to click on that link. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. Dawn reached under her skirt and yanked her drenched panties from between her enflamed pussy lips.

When Nate told Dawn about it, she had agreed, assuming nothing would come of it. After all, it was pure fantasy. Why not let her husband go online and request a story be written for her? Neither of them had ever been overly adventurous, but recently Dawn discovered how much she liked having her asshole played with. It would be a lie to say the idea hadn’t floated through her mind occasionally while they were in a heated lovemaking session.

Although, when Dawn found out her husband had posted pictures of her tits for the would-be author’s inspiration, she was furious. Random men around the world were looking at her and having thoughts that she was sure she didn’t want to hear about. Nate told her he couldn’t take them down himself, and the site was run by people who took forever to do anything, so it might take a while. Don’t worry about it, he said, it’s just your tits.

That night, while her husband was sleeping, Dawn had learned something about herself. She wasn’t as prudent as she supposed. What would be the harm in knowing what someone other than Nate thought about her body? The truth was, Dawn was scared.

She always thought her breasts might be too soft and her nipples too big. But her curiosity was a greater force than the fear. They are complete strangers who you’ll never meet, she told herself and opened the thread with her images.

After thirty minutes of reading the things those strangers had to say about her body, Dawn had gotten into bed and woke her husband up. “What, ah, what are—”

Nate stopped trying to speak and stared down at Dawn while she sucked his cock. Giving head was something she had always been passionate about, but that night, Dawn gave Nate the best blowjob of his life.

Now, after months of empty promises and excuses, Erotic Scribbler had finally finished writing the story. Dawn had expected it to be some incoherent teenager’s dribble. Maybe she had hoped that’s what it would be. If she had known it wasn’t and the effect it would have on her, would she have read it?

Dawn scrolled back to the top of A Dinner Surprise for Three and started reading again. Her panties were flooded and soaking through her pants, but she refused to take them off. If she got caught fingering herself while reading a threesome story written about her, Nate would assume she wanted one.

Dawn didn’t. She was smart enough to know it could lead to problems. What if the other guy had a bigger cock, or fucked better? What if her husband got jealous? Nate might be disturbed if she went wild the way the author had depicted her in his story.