Lendle

Lacey is keeping a dangerous secret from her loving husband… he’s a werewolf. She’s faced with an agonizing choice to either tell him or leave him, during what might be their last romantic night together.

Warning: This explicit 3300 word short story is intended for adults only. Contains a gentle husband by day/aggressive werewolf by night, a strong-willed sexy wife, rough sex, and a romantic struggle (in more ways than one).

Excerpt:
His piercing blue eyes examined her, conflict splashing across his face. He’s getting suspicious. She’d always been a terrible liar.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He was halfway through his question when she reached down, hooked her thumbs in her panties and dropped them to the ground. She laid back on the bed, pulling the hem of her dress up to her chest.

His eyes locked on her pale, smooth legs and tracked all the way up to her neatly trimmed pussy.

“I need to be serviced by my handyman,” she ordered, playfully. It was the game they used to indulge in. He would dress up in coveralls then ring the doorbell while she acted like the lonely housewife. Of course they’d always break the moment by laughing and just end up naked before they could get into their roles.