Samantha's in deep trouble. Her husband's hot friend, Cameron, discovers her in the middle of a rather...exposed...masturbation fantasy. Why "deep trouble"? Because Samantha has awakened to the realization that her husband can't satisfy her and she's desperate to find sexual release wherever she can. As it turns out, Cameron's the man for the job! The natural forces drawing the two together create a perfect erotic storm. Once everything blows over, Samantha will understand a very basic thing: the world could be full of well-equipped and willing men like Cameron...and she has some catching up to do! Check out the excerpt below if you want a quick taste...
Warning: This 5000-word erotic story contains explicit descriptions of sex acts including masturbation, oral sex, deepthroating, rough sex, and sex in public. It is intended for mature, open-minded adults only!
Now here she was, blonde hair still tousled from sleep, a thin black t-shirt snug against her chest, and her hand creeping toward the waistband of her flannel pajama bottoms. The idea came to her as she first touched herself in bed.
What if I got myself off right outside the bathroom?
Cameron seemed to take long showers. He'd never know, yet the thrill of being only a few feet away from his naked body while she eased her fingers into her pussy was intoxicating. Plus, she could be fast. She knew that well already. Something about Cameron and his deep voice and dark brown eyes made her come almost as soon as her fingers touched her clit, and when the orgasm hit, it hit hard. Like a fucking tsunami. She'd never felt so much wetness, so quickly. It had only been a minute or two since the shower started - plenty of time to do the deed and dash back to the bedroom.
Samantha shifted, uncrossing her legs and stretching them out in front of her. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Her pulsed throbbed in her ears. Her nipples tensed to stiff peaks under her shirt, her full breasts suddenly feeling too large for the cotton holding them close.
She tugged the shirt up slightly and began to run one hand over her smooth stomach, trailing her fingers here and there, enjoying the tingling sensation spreading outward in slow circles. But there was no time for teasing. She was already wet, and Cameron was probably halfway through a thorough lathering of his thighs and firm ass and what had to be a thick, gorgeous cock.
Samantha slid her hand down, under the flannel waistband and through the soft curls above her blossoming lips. Her legs fell open, thighs relaxing, knees turning outward, and she spread them even further as soon as her fingers stroked the first thin lines of slickness up and down her pussy. The tender skin clung to her index and middle fingers, then quickly grew slippery as she pushed in, swirled, withdrew, and circled; over and over she dipped into herself and painted all around her pussy with light touches.
Her breaths were short now. She squeezed her eyes shut. It was Cameron's hand between her legs. Then, it was his tongue. He was kissing her thighs and pausing to taste her with quick flicks of heat right at her entrance, moving up to swirl the folds around her clit, coaxing it to life and sending brilliant flashes dancing across the dark canvas of her eyelids...
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Published May 9, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.