Mrs. Robinson (Mrs. Robinson #1)
by Seth King
How far would you go to save someone you love? And how far would you go to get revenge on a loved one who betrayed you?
Ben Bradley is a twenty-year-old student and aspiring MMA fighter with a dead-end day job and a desperate need for cash to help his disabled sister out of a tight spot. Grace Robinson is a lonely forty-something D.C. housewife who spends her time reading about red rooms of pain while her husband busies himself with the office interns. And with the arrival of a controversial new app called Hookd that matches attractive young men with powerful women willing to pay for their companionship, Ben and Grace soon find incredibly appealing – and risky – solutions to their problems.
With Hookd, Ben can easily make the money to save his beloved sister, while Grace can get back at her cheating husband and spice up her quiet nights with the kind of hot, anonymous sex she only reads about in books. All they have to do now is get over their moral hang-ups and press download…
And then hope Grace’s vindictive husband, Congressman Richard Robinson, stays in the dark once Mrs. Robinson’s affair explodes into something more passionate and erotic than she could have ever imagined.
“This isn’t like one of those romance novels you read, is it, Mrs. Robinson?” I asked my client as she moaned under me.
“No,” she breathed, making me grin against her skin.
“I know – it’s better,” I said as my mind still raced with the night’s events. “This is real life. I’m here, I’m young, I’m horny, and – best of all – I’ve got a really big dick. Now lay back and hold on – this is gonna be like nothing you’ve ever read before.”
As Mrs. Robinson moaned once more and did as she was told, I slid my tongue south and wrapped my lips around her nipple, which hardened deliciously under my tongue. I hadn’t expected to like my client this much, but now that I was here, I couldn’t fucking get enough of her. I bit her nipple lightly, relishing in her groan again as she arched her back, but it wasn’t until I headed still further south and placed a few kisses around her navel that the bravado started to melt away and the guilt began creeping in.
I had to do this. I knew that. I needed this paycheck more than anything, and my sister was depending on me to save her. Everything was riding on this stranger riding my face after I fucked her. But as I placed my dick against Mrs. Robinson’s sweetest spot and prepared to torture her with the tip of it like my thoughts were torturing me, I couldn’t help but wonder: how in the hell did I let myself become a male prostitute tonight?
I didn’t have too much time to wonder, though, because suddenly a pair of blazing headlights careened through the window from the driveway outside and lit the opposite wall like the devil’s smile, making us both sit up straight on the bed.
“Who is it?” I scream-whispered at her. “Is it your kid or something? You didn’t tell me you had a kid!”
“I wish it was my kid,” said Mrs. Robinson, terror dripping from her every syllable.
She turned to me with the fear of a thousand gods in her eyes. “Because I think it’s my husband.”
“Oh, shit .”
“And Ben?” she asked as my ears were met with the paralyzing sound of someone pounding up the front steps and inserting a key into the front door, trapping us upstairs. “There’s something I forgot to mention. My husband is a congressman.”
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