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The Cheating Wives Club

Tyla

By Candace Mia

Copyright 2017 Candace Mia

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All character depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years old or older.

Tyla


Hello. My name is Tyla. Thank you for inviting me to speak here. I promise to keep all your secrets.

I became motivated when someone told me the story of Randi, who’d gone undercover to solve her best friend’s murder.

Well, I grew up on a farm in Kansas. I had a lot of boyfriends, but no close girlfriends. My best friend was Poochie, my brown Labrador.

I was twenty when my husband found me. He offered to make me his trophy wife. I couldn’t pass that up. It was either that, or live with my parents. I didn’t want to marry any of the guys I’d dated already. So I went with him.

My husband is allergic to dogs. So I left Poochie on the farm with my parents. I figured he’d be happy there, and I’d visit him often.

Then the terrible thing happened. Mom called and said Poochie was gone.

I asked is she thought the dog had run off, and she said no, because his leash and bowl were gone too.

I told my husband we should hire a private investigator. He thought I was being silly.

“It’s just a dog,” he said.

After a friend told me about Randi’s story, I decided to make a trip home.

There were a lot of girls who hated me in the town where I went to school. I was by far the prettiest girl. I never really wanted a steady boyfriend, not wanting to be serious about these guys who’d never go very far in life, so I just dated guys in short spurts. These guys would still be hung up on me after I broke it off, which would make the other girls jealous.

I suspected one of those girls could still be out to hurt me.

I watched Facebook and planned my trip carefully. I knew there was going to be a girls only night at the bowling alley. That’s when I started my investigation.

I had dated Jonnie off and on over the years. When he wasn’t with me, he was with a girl named Karen. He was with her now.

I went to their place first. They lived in a trailer on some land that belonged to Jonnie’s dad. It was raining, so I knocked on the door carrying an umbrella. I was wearing panties and high heels, nothing else.

Jonnie opened the door. He looked a little rugged, stubble on his face, in need of a hair cut. But he still had his lean, muscular build.

“Tyla?” he said.

“Hey. Can I come in?”

“Hell yeah,” he said.

I came into the living room. It looked like he’d been watching a game and drinking a beer. He was in boxer shorts and a wife beater. With big eyes, he looked me over and took those two items of clothing off.

I laughed at his enthusiasm.

I said, “Before we get started, I have some questions for you.”

“Okay,” he said.

I could tell already, by the look on his face, that he knew something.

“Did Karen take my dog?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“Do you know who did? I asked.

“Maybe,” he said.

“Who?” I asked.

“I can’t tell you,” he said.

I moved up to him. I knelt down and kissed him on a dick that was already starting to harden.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Um,” he said “Maybe I can tell you something.”

I started licking his dick. I said, “Yum. I’d forgotten how good your dick tastes.”

I took it in my mouth.

“Wow,” he said. “I’d forgotten how good a blow job can feel.”

“Oh?” I asked. “Karen doesn’t do it?”

“Yes,” he said. “She’s not so good at it, though. Too much teeth, not enough sucking.”

I sucked him a bit more, deep throated him and then took his cum in my mouth and swallowed it.

“Tell me what you know?” I said.

“I can’t,” he said.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll just hang out here until my old gal pal Karen gets home.”

“Fine,” he said. Manny keeps saying how Trish keeps bringing you up. She can’t get over the fact that he slept with you.”

Trish? Now that made sense enough.

“Thank you,” I said. “This better not be bullshit.”

“It’s not,” he said.

I left him there.

Author Bio


Candace Mia lives on a farm in the Midwest. She spends her days taking care of animals and tending fields. At night, she likes to curl up with a good erotica tale. She has recently decided to try her hand at writing stories of her own. She hopes that you enjoy the products of her wandering mind.


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