TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW FMMMM Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde
Authors: Willow Wilde
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TAKING ON FOUR SHIFTERS
M y anticipation turned to surprise when I saw Mark’s jeep in the driveway. He’s not supposed to be back home yet! I checked my wristwatch, and the hand was on its slow, speedy turn. It was still half past one… way too early for him to be here, not with his job and all. How am I supposed to get the surprise ready for his birthday if he’s ALREADY here?
Confusion dictating my thoughts, I parked myself beside the bright red jeep. Quietly nestling the door shut, I scampered up to the front door and slowly, silently let myself inside.
Meekly setting my keyring on its hook by the door, I crept around the bottom floor of the house. The place was absolutely silent, and the only sign I saw of him was his own set of keys, dropped onto a bundled newspaper on the kitchen table. Where the hell IS he? I thought to myself as I peered around corners and peered into rooms. Even his downstairs office was untouched.
Maybe he’s just upstairs, using the restroom.
Slinking with painstakingly careful footsteps, I crept up the stairs. Fred must have given him a half-day today, I thought to myself. Typical. What am I going to do NOW?
I was already thinking on my feet, improvising the surprise I was going to prepare for him tonight, when I heard it. Near the top of the stairs, just down the hallway, our bedroom door was ajar. The sounds were unmistakable, but I had to see it for myself. Every footstep towards that door, my stomach churned harder and my head grew fainter…
Just outside the door, I peered into the room. The door was only open a crack, but I saw him, sprawled out on the bed with…
Tammy?!
My best friend, the maid of honor, was riding cowgirl on my fiancé. Undulating her hips against his, I couldn’t see his face but recognized those long, gangly, hairy legs anywhere. Her black hair rolled midway down her back, bouncing along with her body as she fucked him. Leaning over towards him, her palms must have been against his chest, and I could hear their moaning as they ruined my impending marriage.
I thought I was going to faint.
Clutching a hand to my face, I whimpered lightly, taking a step out of sight of the door. They hadn’t seen or heard me, and continued to fuck with abandon as I slumped against the wall and fought back my tears. I can remember myself thinking: we’re supposed to be wed in TWO WEEKS. The fucking bachelor party is NEXT WEEKEND. I expected him to get a few lap dances from a stripper, maybe get a little tease while with the guys…but this…
And it was her. Tammy and I had known each other since third grade. She had been a major part of my life for the better part of fifteen years, and for her to betray me like this…
My brain started to reel as I pulled myself free from the wall and maneuvered back towards the stairs. I played the sight through my head over and over, still hearing the faint noises of their sex as I crept back down towards the foyer. I wondered to myself how long they had been doing this — was it just now? Just a filthy little birthday sex, fresh from a tighter body that wasn’t mine?
I looked down at myself as I quietly wandered back downstairs. My confidence was shattered. All through school, I’d consoled myself that I was a real woman, that the boys were just that — boys. That they didn’t appreciate my curves, look past my generous weight to see my kind spirit. It didn’t help that I never put out, but I had been clear up front on that with the few boyfriends I’d had. Only after the wedding, I told them. They were warm and understanding to the idea at first , but after the first few months passed by…
It was always the same. They’d grow too impatient, or try to force me to do something I wasn’t willing to do. And it always ended the same way, too. Me, heartbroken and putting the pieces back together, knowing that they were already giving the shaft to the first slut they
M y anticipation turned to surprise when I saw Mark’s jeep in the driveway. He’s not supposed to be back home yet! I checked my wristwatch, and the hand was on its slow, speedy turn. It was still half past one… way too early for him to be here, not with his job and all. How am I supposed to get the surprise ready for his birthday if he’s ALREADY here?
Confusion dictating my thoughts, I parked myself beside the bright red jeep. Quietly nestling the door shut, I scampered up to the front door and slowly, silently let myself inside.
Meekly setting my keyring on its hook by the door, I crept around the bottom floor of the house. The place was absolutely silent, and the only sign I saw of him was his own set of keys, dropped onto a bundled newspaper on the kitchen table. Where the hell IS he? I thought to myself as I peered around corners and peered into rooms. Even his downstairs office was untouched.
Maybe he’s just upstairs, using the restroom.
Slinking with painstakingly careful footsteps, I crept up the stairs. Fred must have given him a half-day today, I thought to myself. Typical. What am I going to do NOW?
I was already thinking on my feet, improvising the surprise I was going to prepare for him tonight, when I heard it. Near the top of the stairs, just down the hallway, our bedroom door was ajar. The sounds were unmistakable, but I had to see it for myself. Every footstep towards that door, my stomach churned harder and my head grew fainter…
Just outside the door, I peered into the room. The door was only open a crack, but I saw him, sprawled out on the bed with…
Tammy?!
My best friend, the maid of honor, was riding cowgirl on my fiancé. Undulating her hips against his, I couldn’t see his face but recognized those long, gangly, hairy legs anywhere. Her black hair rolled midway down her back, bouncing along with her body as she fucked him. Leaning over towards him, her palms must have been against his chest, and I could hear their moaning as they ruined my impending marriage.
I thought I was going to faint.
Clutching a hand to my face, I whimpered lightly, taking a step out of sight of the door. They hadn’t seen or heard me, and continued to fuck with abandon as I slumped against the wall and fought back my tears. I can remember myself thinking: we’re supposed to be wed in TWO WEEKS. The fucking bachelor party is NEXT WEEKEND. I expected him to get a few lap dances from a stripper, maybe get a little tease while with the guys…but this…
And it was her. Tammy and I had known each other since third grade. She had been a major part of my life for the better part of fifteen years, and for her to betray me like this…
My brain started to reel as I pulled myself free from the wall and maneuvered back towards the stairs. I played the sight through my head over and over, still hearing the faint noises of their sex as I crept back down towards the foyer. I wondered to myself how long they had been doing this — was it just now? Just a filthy little birthday sex, fresh from a tighter body that wasn’t mine?
I looked down at myself as I quietly wandered back downstairs. My confidence was shattered. All through school, I’d consoled myself that I was a real woman, that the boys were just that — boys. That they didn’t appreciate my curves, look past my generous weight to see my kind spirit. It didn’t help that I never put out, but I had been clear up front on that with the few boyfriends I’d had. Only after the wedding, I told them. They were warm and understanding to the idea at first , but after the first few months passed by…
It was always the same. They’d grow too impatient, or try to force me to do something I wasn’t willing to do. And it always ended the same way, too. Me, heartbroken and putting the pieces back together, knowing that they were already giving the shaft to the first slut they
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