Leslie and her husband Ryan have always fantasized about her having sex with another man. She’d never actually do it, but when Jamie, the hot young stud who just moved in next door, comes over to the annual pool party, Leslie finds herself incredibly turned on. And when Jamie catches her touching herself while moaning his name, will Leslie risk it all to make their fantasy a reality?
Warning! This book is 6000 words of fingering, teasing, oral sex, creampies, and one seriously hot wife!
“Ooh, hello.” I was so lost in my dreams that it took me a few moments to realize that I hadn’t imagined Jamie’s voice. I spun around to find the object of my fantasies quickly closing the door behind him as he stepped into the bedroom. His shirt was still off, and drops of water rolled over his broad, smooth chest and down the valleys of his perfect, chiseled stomach. His swim shorts were damp, and as they clung to him they gave me a tantalizing outline of his cock. His smile was mischievous and naughty. “I was looking for the bathroom, but I can’t help but peek behind closed doors when I here my name said like that.”
“I, um…” I stuttered, mouth hanging open in shock. The surprise was too much. A proper woman would have gotten angry, would have snatched a blanket up to cover herself while demanding that this intrusive stranger get out of her bedroom. Instead, I just stood there before him, fingers twined through my short golden curls, trying desperately not to stare at the bulge in his shorts. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment and tantalizing lust. I didn’t even cover my breasts. I guess I’m not much of a proper woman.
“I didn’t mean to stop you,” he whispered, taking a step closer. “That is, unless you’d like me to join you.” He was within arms reach now, and I could feel the heat of his body despite the space between us. It matched the fire burning in my pussy, and I had to will myself to not start masturbating again. His eyes caught mine, and I trembled as waves of lust crashed into me.
“We can’t do this,” I whispered in reply. “I’m a married woman.”
“I want you, Leslie, and I know you want me, too.” He took one final step, and wrapped his fingers around my arms, not in restraint, but in an embrace. His hands were warm and strong and I yearned to feel them all over my body. “No one else has to know, not even your husband.” He leaned forward, pulling me into his arms at the same time, his lips drawing close to mine, drawing close to infidelity and ecstasy. “It’ll be our secret.”
It’ll be our secret. I heard those words again in my mind, this time in Ryan’s voice, talking about the fantasy that drove him wild. The fantasy of me with another man. He had given me permission to sleep with other guys before. I never did it, but I had shared with him secret stories of made up encounters with imaginary men. He loved every minute of it, and I loved every minute with him. And now, one of those fictions was coming true right here in our bedroom. Would it be wrong for me to go through with it? I wanted it – God, did I ever want it – Ryan wanted it…
“Our secret,” I replied as I met Jamie’s lips with my own. But it won’t be yours and mine, Jamie, I thought as I gave into my passion; it’s mine and Ryan’s.
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Published March 3, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.