Something Forbidden (28 page)

Nadia’s moan rose, then cracked. Her eyes shut, her head back, my body moved on auto-pilot. Still pumping slowly inside my wife, I leaned over and kissed my long-time manager and close friend.

Nadia returned the kiss with hunger. I could feel her shuddering pleasure in the way she kissed. With three of us working her, she didn’t last long.

When I pulled away, Katie was there again, kissing the other woman long and deep. “Was it everything you wanted?” Katie demanded. “Do you want to do more than just kiss Max?”

“Uh, yes...” Nadia said.

Katie glanced up at me, her green eyes on fire. “Do you want to fuck him, Nadia? Do you want to feel him pound you?”

I started pumping her harder as she dished her dirty words. Was she teasing Nadia? Was she teasing me…?

“Ngh, yes,” Nadia mumbled.

Still looking at me, Katie said, “I want to watch that. I’ve wanted to see you in action ever since Chloe suggested it. I just didn’t want it to be with her.”

I nodded, although I still didn’t understand. Where was the jealous Katie I’d come to know? Where was the rivalry between her and Nadia that I’d tip-toed around for the last five years?

Katie drew me close, her voice only for me. “I want you to show her how good you are, to show her what will always be mine. Can you do that for me?”

I understood. I should have understood all along. In so many ways, the impulse was no different than my own. We shared a heated kiss as Nadia climaxed somewhere in the background.

Then, with wordless coordination, John withdrew from Nadia and rolled her on her back. I pulled out, my cock wet and throbbing with anticipation.

The soft yellow light of the bedside lamp caught in the sheen of her sweat, turning Nadia’s body into a Bollywood movie star gone bad. Her tits were as perfect as I remembered, full and ripe with youth. Her pussy was the same dusky color as the rest of her, adorned with a manicured brush of dark hair as sexy as her black stay-ups.

I checked on Katie, who just smiled and held up a condom, already unwrapped. She took me into her mouth and gave me a few sucks before rolling on my latex protection.

Katie hugged me from behind as I walked on my knees up to Nadia’s supine beauty. My wife reached around, took my cock between her slender fingers, and placed it against Nadia’s pussy.

Katie actually moaned as I sank into the other woman, like it was a part of her entering the warm embrace. She let go of my cock once I was in, her fingers dancing across to play with Nadia’s clit.

“Does that feel good?” Katie asked. I didn’t answer, unsure whether it was for Nadia or I. She thrummed Nadia’s clit faster. Her voice came hoarse and strained against my ear. “That’s so hot. So hot and so wrong.”

I met her in an over the shoulder kiss, although it was nearly impossible to maintain.

“Now I think I understand why you wanted to see me with another man,” she said. “Make her scream. I’ll be watching.”

She retreated, leaving me to focus on Nadia, the girl of my illicit dreams.

“Hi there,” I said, looking down at her. Her dark hair fanned around her in lustrous waves. I folded her knees up against my chest and pumped her deeper.

“Hi, back.”

We shared this look, like:
can you fucking believe we’re doing this?

Then I squeezed her calves, folded her in half, and did as my wife ordered. I made her scream.

Nadia careened back into the mattress, head and hair thrashing as we worked out years of sexual build-up. I was right there with her, angling over her, her knees compressed between us.

With my balls clapping against Nadia’s ass and her hysterical cries filling my ears, I was so close to coming. I looked over at Katie, who’d arranged herself on John’s lap at the head of the bed, his cock once again dancing in and out of her.

She smiled, nodded, and mouthed,
I love you
.

With a hand lazily circling her clit, right above John’s buried member, I watched her orgasm consume her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her auburn hair was a mess, darkened with sweat along her brow. One long bang caught in the gloss of her lipstick. The rest hung precariously behind an ear. With one sharp, “Uh!” she crested. It was like watching the sunrise. I was filled with warmth and hope. With love.

I joined her in the moment, burying myself inside Nadia, nuzzling her neck and drinking in her intoxicating aroma. It was the strangest thing, but even though I was with Nadia, I felt like I’d just come with my wife.

****

Katie twirled her fingers through my chest hair as we lay naked in bed. “I think I finally understand how you feel...about me with other men.”

Katie and I were alone at last. Morning had come and gone. We’d gotten up and had some cereal, but still had hours before we needed to get Mya, so we’d returned to the bedroom for some one-on-one time.

“You understand? That makes one of us,” I said. I still hadn’t come to grips with why my wife-sharing fantasy was so strong, but I’d at least come to peace with it.

“When I watched you with Nadia, I felt...well, intensely jealous. The wrongness was so visceral. Like I could practically reach out and touch it. And yet, I can’t believe how turned on it made me. It was incredible watching you in action like that. When she screamed, I actually came, too.”

“Yeah, watching you with John was like that. It was awesome, and sexy, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to be completely at ease with it.”

“I think that’s good,” she said, echoing an earlier thought of mine.

“Me, too.” I kissed her softly. “But I hope it wasn’t the last time.”

Katie laughed. “Of course you do.” She paused, had the modesty to look a little abashed, and added: “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.”

Acknowledgements

This book has been a long time coming. I probably had a first draft of this a couple years ago, back when it had a different name and a much different story arc. This was before
Leap
and
Just Watch Me
were even twinkles in my proverbial eye, and those kinds of fantasies (coined “hotwife,” although I’m not a fan of the phrase) were in their infancy for me. I wasn’t satisfied with the story I’d created in that first draft, so put it on hold and moved on to other ideas. There it waited, ready to be picked up when I’d figured out the story that I wanted to tell. The book you hold in your hands is that story, and I honestly could not do it without the help of a lot of fine friends.

Big thanks to my editor, Lucy V. Morgan, who makes my prose and my plots stronger;

Thanks to Kirsten McCurran, who went above and beyond as a beta reader, and who helped me make this book above and beyond in the process;

Thanks to Max Sebastian, who offered time out of his busy schedule of writing, working, and being a family man to read and comment;

Special thanks to Hal, who read the original story, loved it, and whose words haunted me until I came back to finish it;

And as always a sincere thanks to my wife for her support and all the time that she’s allowed me to dedicate in order to write filthy things for all of you.

And of course, thank
you
for reading to the end. I probably wouldn’t still be here, plugging away at these books if I didn’t have your support. If you
really
want to show your gratitude, drop a review on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or wherever you purchased this ebook. You have no idea what a good review on those sites does for a guy’s ego.

About the Author

I’m just a guy who writes what I like to read: steamy, explicit erotica that’s just crazy enough to be true. I write romantic erotica. I write about characters that I like, and endings that feel natural. I write stories where husbands watch their wives get naughty. I write about MILFs and erotic games and loss of innocence. I believe in a world where men read and appreciate erotica, and hope to contribute to it word by word.

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Something Forbidden
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