Four summers. Same caravan. Same watersports instructor. Same dirty secret. This year, her husband finally said something – and she got filthier.
Nicole and Craig have been coming to Sandpiper Sands Holiday Village for four summers running. Same static caravan, same week in August, same cheap Lincolnshire seaside grit. Craig thinks it’s their annual break. Nicole knows it’s her annual fuck-fest.
Josh is twenty-four, tanned, and works the watersports hut on the beach. Four years ago, when he was twenty and Nicole was twenty-seven, they started something neither of them planned. Every summer since, without a word in the months between, she’s shown up and he’s been waiting. Dunes after dark, sand in her knickers, his cock in every hole. It’s tradition now.
Barry’s the resident voyeur perv, sixty-something with binoculars and a permanent deck chair outside his static. He caught them in year one and has been watching ever since, muttering encouragement from the shadows. Nicole knows he’s there. She performs harder when she hears his breathing in the dark. Four years of keeping his mouth shut deserves a reward, doesn’t it?
This year, everything changes. Craig half-wakes after the first night and mumbles, “Not again,” before falling back asleep. Nicole freezes, heart pounding, then grins. He’s always known. He’s been letting it happen. And if he knows, then she can stop pretending to hide.
So she invites Josh into the marital bed. Windows open, curtains pulled back, bed springs screaming loud enough for the whole caravan row to hear. She wants Barry to watch through the window. She wants the neighbours to know. She wants Craig to come home and taste what she’s been doing.
Josh fucks her mouth, her cunt, and her arse, filling every hole while she begs him to go harder, louder. Barry’s outside, wanking and muttering, “Go on son, give her what she came for.” When Josh finishes and leaves, Nicole calls Barry in. On her knees, still dripping, she gives the dirty old bastard his sloppy seconds reward. He’s earned it.
Craig comes home early that afternoon. He doesn’t catch the act, but he catches the aftermath: Josh leaving via the deck, Barry doing up his flies, Nicole flushed and the bed absolutely wrecked. He looks. He processes. He walks past to put the kettle on. No confrontation. No explosion. Just silence.
That night, Craig fucks her without a word. He tastes Josh and Barry on her. He goes harder than he has in months. Afterwards, Nicole says lightly, “Same time next year, yeah?” He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t say no either.
This is 10,000 words of explicit, unapologetic British working-class cheating-wife filth. First-person from Nicole throughout: her voice, her hunger, her total lack of guilt. Mouth, cunt, arse—all filled, all leaking. Detailed creampies, cum play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and the dark complicity of a husband who’s always known and never stopped her.
Fast, dirty, no romance, no redemption. Just Nicole, Josh, Barry, and Craig, locked in their yearly ritual of silent infidelity. Perfect for readers who want their erotica short, British, and shamelessly filthy. Adults only. 18+.
Book 3 in Lily’s Dirty Shorts. Shorter reads for one hot session of one-handed reading!
Available to pre-order now on Amazon eBook, and free to read on Kindle Unlimited. (published 16th Sept 26) UK AMAZON | USA AMAZON | CANADA AMAZON | AUSTRALIA AMAZON
Trigger Warnings
- Explicit sexual content (graphic descriptions of oral, vaginal, and anal sex)
- Infidelity/adultery (married woman cheating on her husband)
- Cuckolding themes (husband’s possible awareness and complicity)
- Voyeurism (third-party watching sexual acts)
- Age gap (younger man with older married woman, all adults)
- Exhibitionism (sex with windows open, semi-public awareness)
- Strong language (frequent profanity and explicit British slang)
- MMF sexual content (one woman with two men, sequentially)
- Oral sex performed on older man (consensual, gratitude-based)
- Unprotected sex and creampie content
