Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

In the shower, she sank beneath the cascading warm water, feeling it cleanse her along with her favorite lime-coconut bodywash. Her thoughts wandered elsewhere.

Mike Monroe.

Handsome, muscular, and killer blue eyes. And his hands, big and strong. She often noticed a man’s hands.

Ann imagined what Mike
’
s hands would feel like handling her, touching her in places that only Jeff touched her since they were married.

Cheating wasn
’
t something that she ever thought about. It wasn
’
t in her to do so. But there wasn
’
t one darned thing wrong with looking and fantasizing.

Her hands slipped down across her slick skin to her pussy, her fingers finding her bud. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Mike
’
s hand doing her dirty work, pleasuring her.

Ann groaned and, with her free hand, tweaked her nipples. It wouldn
’
t be long now.

“
Oh yes, touch me,
”
she begged, her imagination now driven into overdrive. She had to come
…
bad.
“
Play with me.
”

Leaning back against the shower
’
s wall, she spread her legs slightly, her clit burning with each stroke. She imagined Mike between her legs, licking her cunt, his fingers fucking her nice and deep, his thick, meaty fingers.

When her orgasm hit, her knees buckled, and she struggled to keep from falling.
“
Fuck,
”
she muttered, her legs shaking.

Towelling off, Ann felt great, a little tired but relatively stress-free. She looked forward to seeing Mike again, and she hoped Jeff would hit it off with him. They never got to really know the Donaldsons. They were much older, well into their twilight years, and extremely private and reserved. She had not been sorry to see them go.

Looking at her watch, she darted into the bedroom to dress. Time was slipping by, and there was still so much that had to be done.

* * * *

“
A new neighbor, really?
”
asked Jeff.
“
When did he get a chance to move in? This morning when I left for work, there wasn
’
t anyone around. I would have noticed if there had been.
”

“
I guess it was after you left,
”
replied Ann. He watched her stirring sauce.
“
We chatted for a bit, and that
’
s when I asked him to join us for dinner. You don
’
t mind, do you?
”

“
No, not at all. What
’
s he like?
”

Ann added some spices to the sauce.
“
He seems nice. We didn
’
t talk that much. I think he lives alone, but I
’
m not certain. If he has a significant other, my guess is that he will bring her along.
”

“
Or him,
”
Jeff added.

Ann raised one brow.
“
I don
’
t think he swings that way.
”

“
How do you know,
”
he asked, amused.
“
Can you tell just by looking at him? If so, then you have powers that I sure as shit don
’
t have.
”

Ann moved to the refrigerator, removing a small block of cheese.
“
Maybe you
’
ll pick up on something when he
’
s here. After all, you
’
re the one with the
experience
in that area.
”

Jeff rolled his eyes.
“
Here we go again. It was one time, one freaking time in my youth. Sometimes I think I should have kept that all to me rather than tell you.

“
I
’
m going to shower before he arrives. I stink,
”
he said, smelling one of his armpits. The strong, musky odor caused him to wince.

“
That
’
s just nasty.
”
Ann wrinkled her nose and turned away from him, her attention going back to the sauce simmering on the stove.

“
Well, what do you expect? I work construction. I sweat, and in this weather, I
’
m going to stink.
”
He loved getting her worked up.

“
Just go.
”
She dismissed him with one hand, not bothering to look his way.
“
And wear something nice.
”

* * * *

Wear something nice.
Didn
’
t he always
…
look nice?

Jeff stepped into the shower and lathered up, feeling the bar of soap slide across his torso.

Why had Ann brought his
encounter
up? It wasn
’
t that he was embarrassed about it. Hell, thinking back to it, it usually always made him hard whenever he thought about it. But eighteen was many years ago, and he wasn
’
t the same man he was now.

Marcus.

It started by accident, quite literally, that summer just after his eighteenth birthday in August.

They were best friends since kindergarten, and over the years growing up together, their bond increased. Hell, they were more like brothers, the next best thing to blood kin. Thinking about it brought a smile to his lips.

Jeff
’
s parents had taken a trip out of town to his Aunt Marley
’
s. And with the house to himself, it was already decided that Marcus would stay the weekend. The plan was simple—hang out, play video games, order pizza, and drink beer from his father
’
s stash.

“
When are the parentals back?
”
asked Marcus, cracking open a can of beer.

“
Not until Sunday, maybe Monday. It depends on how long Dad can tolerate Aunt Marley. They don
’
t get along that well.
”

“
Your dad
’
s cool. Much cooler than mine.
”

Jeff grabbed a beer.
“
Your dad
’
s okay, just a bit stuffy.
”

Marcus laughed and then took a sip of beer.
“
That
’
s the biggest understatement of the year, man.
”

“
Let
’
s not talk about them. They
’
re not here, so what do you want on the pizza?
”
He liked everything besides anchovies. What the fuck were they anyway? Fish?
Gross!

“
I
’
m flexible. Everything besides those fucking little fish. Who the hell would want fish on a pizza? Blech!
”

He grabbed the phone and keyed in the number to the pizza place. After relaying their order, he hung up.
“
It
’
ll be here in thirty minutes.
”

“
Great.
”
Marcus guzzled the rest of his beer.
“
That pizza was fucking great.
”

“
Gotta love it,
”
he added, guzzling the little he had left. Two more and he
’
d be buzzed.

Video games, pizza, beer, and no one telling them what to do. Could life get any better? Jeff didn
’
t think so, and neither did Marcus, it seemed, who now lay on the floor next to him totally buzzed.

The pizza hadn
’
t lasted long, and now they were down to the last few beers.

“
This is boring,
”
said Jeff, tossing the game’s controller to one side.
“
There are only so many zombies a guy can kill before they all start looking alike.
”
He lay back on the floor, the room spinning slightly due to the alcohol he had drunk.

“
Jeff
…
can I ask you something? I don
’
t want you to think I
’
m weird or anything, but well
…
why don
’
t you have a girlfriend?
”

He didn
’
t think Marcus was weird, but the question was rather strange.
“
I dunno.
”
He shrugged.
“
They don
’
t seem to be interested in me.
”
He
’
d felt up Penny Parsons once, and they kissed. It wasn
’
t much. He did get excited at the time.
“
Sure, you don
’
t have one. You
’
re not one to talk, bud.
”