The debts of my husband

Yann tried to put his arm around me, but I shook it off in disgust. I had been uncomfortable with this whole idea from the beginning. Yann presented me as a real appetizer to get the guys for graduation. I was a little cold, despite the warmth. My red summer dress was already so provocative that I would never wear it outside. It was almost knee-length, but buttoned and quite transparent. My breasts and also the black, tiny thong were far more than I could guess.

"Baby! Please, please, please!" Yann begged me. I turned to him and looked deep into his eyes. "How do you imagine that? And what exactly do you think I should do?", I asked him irritated. "Just be a little nicer, charming. Just be a little accessible," he replied. "Then I will spoil you with all the refinements, my darling! I shook my head in disbelief and carefully adjusted the wine glasses. While Yann opened the wine, I went outside. The garden table on the veranda was set. Only the wine was still missing. My husband's two business partners were in their mid-forties, as was my husband himself. They both wore casual and sporty clothes. "Look, our beautiful hostess is back! We thought we had lost you, dearest one," one of the two men laughed at me. He had introduced himself to me as Herr Thom, and rose to help me with the glasses. His partner, Mr. Elssner, on the other hand, was not so well-behaved and stared blatantly at my luscious breasts, which bounced seductively in time with every step.

"Mr. Thom, how sweet of you," I hypocritically replied with a smile. He took the tray from me and I set about distributing the glasses. When that was done, Yann came with the wine and poured it after the round. He raised the glass: "To good business gentlemen", he cheered. "And of course to our hostess," replied Mr. Thom. Slowly the evening sky began to twilight and the sun did not burn down quite so much. The situation seemed to relax little by little. The strong wine began to go to my head and twist. In vain I tried to hold against it with water. After a while of trivial small talk Yann finally tried to get to the goal of the evening.

Dear Readers, Thank you very much for buying my book. My name is Tricia Williams. I was born in 1982 in Atlanta, Georgia. My face is on this cover. Since my childhood I have been writing stories of all kinds. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature. Your Tricia