When a UPS box containing every imaginable sex toy available on the planet is dropped off on Avril Baxter's front doorstep, her suspicions are confirmed -- her twenty-one year marriage is in serious trouble. No longer satisfied with a vanilla sex life, Harold obviously wants more -- "much more" -- than Avril is willing to perform inside their bedroom. Avril leaves her husband, setting out on her own journey of self-discovery. In this tale of seduction and sex games filled with a few twists and turns, Harold and Avril each play the game of sexual exploration to the fullest. As they redefine their lives, they eventually discover their darkest sexual fantasies, and more than a few surprises about one another. Special Content Alert: BDSM, D/s "You worked last weekend," he said. "Is this going to be a regular thing?" "There are rumors of layoffs at the bank, and I don't want my name appearing on anyone's shortlist of people who are expendable. That's why I'm putting in the extra hours on Saturdays." "Avril, we're not hurting for money. I make enough for the both of us. Maybe you getting laid off wouldn't be such a bad thing." Had he gone mad? "It's always about you!" she yelled. "And lately, it's not like we do anything romantic together, not since you set that freaking computer up inside our den." "It's my office, as well, and it's where I do my work," he said, his voice calm. She shook her head. Sure, as an insurance adjuster, he needed a home office, and spent much of his time in their den compiling reports. But she also knew he'd been trolling around the Internet lately, accessing sites that only encouraged him to do something like this. She looked at the box again and felt that sense of control she had always counted on slipping away. After twenty-one years of marriage, suddenly she and Harold were no longer on the same page. Oh, she couldn't deny she had her own erotic fantasies. Most women did, but Avril always believed they should remain inside the mind, undisclosed, not to be shared, and definitely not to be played out in real life. She'd never shared a single one of her fantasies . . . not even with her husband. In a way, she could understand Harold's attitude. After all, sex was everywhere these days. On television, in books, and most especially on the Internet. Maybe she shouldn't be so upset or surprised to find Harold had been sucked in by it all. "Try to take the time off," he said, not looking up at her. She watched him pick up the various gadgets and organize them into neat, orderly piles. "I'll think about it," she told him, but knew she wouldn't. "You said that the last time I asked for some of your time, but nothing's changed." He was going to mope around now, she knew. He'd go into that godforsaken den and ignore her for the rest of the evening. Worse, he'd probably spend hours surfing those damn porn sites. Well, she thought bitterly, she wouldn't give him the chance to ignore hernot tonight, not ever. She grabbed the car keys from the side table in the foyer. "I'm going out for a while. I need fresh air." He didn't even bother to look up. He sat in the middle of the floor, an anal wand in one hand and a cock ring in the other. The image burned itself into her mind. She turned on her heel and made a fast exit out the front door, wondering if her marriage was well and truly over.
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Published April 1, 2010
by Noble Romance Publishing, LLC.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.