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  At the same time that Julian was coming, his load spurting hot onto my chest, Eric drew completely out of my pussy, then plunged in again hard. I cried out and pushed back against him, desperate to feel him pound into me again. He reached around to press his thick fingers against my clit, weakening me with pleasure so that I could hardly stand as he drove in and out of me. I was crying out, grasping Julian's thighs for balance while Julian grabbed at my breasts as they bounced over his legs. He pinched my nipples as Eric pumped into me, over and over, fast and rough.

  Then I couldn't cry out, I could only gasp as I was overcome by an amazing, all-consuming orgasm. I collapsed onto Julian, clawing at his thighs as Eric held tight to my hips and released deep inside me, filling me, reaching his own new level of intensity.

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  The next morning, back in our room, we woke up early to reluctantly prepare for our trip home. We hadn't spoken about what happened, but Eric had held me closely through the night as we slept, and even now, as we packed our suitcases, he made some type of affectionate contact with me each time I was near him. I might've been afraid there would be awkwardness or discomfort between us on this morning after, but instead I felt closer to him than ever, and he was radiating happiness.

  A card from the hotel pushed under our door invited us to a farewell ceremony in the lobby. We arrived at nine to find one other couple and a family of four assembled in front of a few staff members. As we took our place next to the other departing guests, I saw that Julian was there. He looked so different than he had last night. Very formal in his work attire, and with an expression I couldn't read.

  He and the others from the resort sang a Hawaiian song, wishing us well and inviting us to return. During the song, Julian's eyes were on mine. Eric held my hand, squeezing it tightly, rubbing his thumb against my palm.

  After the song, Julian and one of his female coworkers brought out special leis made of shiny brown kukui nuts. The woman explained that these were their gift to us as a remembrance of our stay, and we should bring them with us when we returned to the island. I knew I would never forget this trip; I'd be replaying it in my head for years to come.

  Julian was the one to present us with our leis. He held one up to Eric's head, and Eric bent forward so Julian could put it around his neck.

  Eric gave Julian a polite nod and a firm, "Thank you."

  Julian returned his nod and replied with a formal, "Thank you for visiting."

  Then Julian turned to me with the second lei and slowly put it around my neck, letting his hands rest on my shoulders for an extra couple of seconds, not long enough for anyone other than the three of us to notice.

  "I've really enjoyed having you on our island," Julian said. "I hope you come again soon."

  The End…

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  Prologue

  Lavender scented steam filled the room as Sarah turned off the faucet. Feeling decadent, she sprinkled the dried English lavender she splurged on at the local farmer’s market. The bubble bath was enough, but today was special and the added touch made her smile. She pulled her curls back in a messy bun high on her head and began to remove her clothing. As she reached to unbutton her blouse, her hand inadvertently brushed across her breast and she became hyper aware of their sensitivity. Her nipples stood erect and proud, and not from a chill or slight breeze. Sarah was aroused. No, aroused didn’t begin to touch upon what she was feeling. She was on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss of release at the slightest touch. Heck, she might come just thinking about the evening.

  Sarah couldn’t remember a time she was as turned on as she was right now, just thinking about what the night was going to bring. She didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that there would be no need for blush tonight. The flush of arousal showed on her face. She had a passing thought that she should be embarrassed by this. She was no longer a twenty year old experimenting with sex. She was a housewife and mother rapidly approaching forty. At her age and place in life she should able to control her hormonally charged feelings, but she couldn’t, and wasn’t even sure she wanted to. She had been in a constant state of arousal all week. At work. At PTA. In the car line. At the grocery store. Everywhere.

  Sarah made quick work of her clothing and paused slightly when she hit her panties. As she slowly slipped them down her thighs she thought with amusement about how often she had done so these past few days. Goodness, she’d had to change her panties more times this week than most people need to change them in a month. She soaked through pair after pair and that was while trying to think of things other than tonight. That time was over. She was ready to fully revel in the anticipation of the evening. With that thought, she climbed into the tub and sunk into the luxuriously sweet smelling hot water.

  Closing her eyes, she took a deep whiff of the lavender, a smell she had always loved and one she recently discovered drove her husband, Victor, to distraction. Without making the conscious decision to do so, her hand wandered down her belly. It slowed as it reached her already almost painfully swollen clit. Slowly she circled it as she thought of the moment everything changed. The moment she went from being a typical housewife to a housewife in a state of constant arousal who spent more on one piece of lingerie than she had on her last three pairs of shoes combined. A housewife who didn't think twice about shipping the kids to their grandparents for the weekend so she could live out fantasies. Fantasies she hadn't consciously realized she had. A housewife who went from being fine with their twice a month missionary sex to one masturbating in her tub just to cut the edge off of her arousal so that she wouldn't jump on her hubby and instantly begin rutting on his leg the second he walked in the door. Yes, her life had changed, and it all began with one a poorly made bed and one word: Friday

  The Sunday it All Began

  Sarah pulled on her favorite fleece jam pants. The kids were all sound asleep and she was ready to snuggle into bed and get lost in her steamy new novel. The dishes were waiting, but they would have to continue to wait. After working all day, cooking dinner, three loads of laundry, and homework help, she was done, done, done. She climbed into bed and reached behind her pillow for her Kindle. It wasn’t there. She picked up the pillow and looked beneath. It wasn’t there. Before panic could set in she was interrupted by her hubby clearing his throat.

  Fuck.

  Sarah turned to see her hubby holding her open Kindle in his hands.

  Double fuck.

  “Looking for this?” Victor’s voice was huskier than normal. Sarah knew immediately that he had read what was on the screen. Her face was burning. She never actively hid what she was reading from her husband. No special secret account for her ebooks or anything like that, but she sure didn’t advertise what her reading choices were about.

  He took a step closer and his face held that smirk he’d often had when they were first dating. The smirk that said, “I’m up to no good and that is sooooo why you are going to love me.” She knew she was in trouble when she looked down and saw his erection tenting his pants. She tried t
o ignore it and looked up to meet his eyes, hoping he would let it go. Hoping that discovering his wife was reading hot MMF ménage sex and BDSM clubs would not make things awkward at best. Half-way up, she halted. How had she missed that he was shirtless? Over the past ten years, she’d gone from hot young thing to chunky frumpy mama and he’d gone from hottie to super hottie. Guys really had all the luck when it came to aging.

  “Like what you see?” His laughter filled the room as he took another step forward. His laughter was jovial, but Sarah only saw a predator when she watched him move. A predator she most definitely wanted to be the prey of. Before she could find a response to what she was sure was a rhetorical question, he began to read from her Kindle:

  I knew he wanted me to respond with words, but all I could do was nod my head as he pounded into me repeatedly. I was soooo close to coming and yet it was out of reach. He repeated the question as he yanked my hair letting me know who was in charge. “I asked you a question. Do you want to come?”

  “Yes,” I all but whispered. I wanted to use a strong confident voice to let him see that this power struggle wasn’t over. I wanted him to see that he was not in control of me—mind, body and soul. But it was a lie my voice could not deliver. He was in control and, God help me, I liked it that way.

  With that, he reached around and pinched my clit as he growled, “Come now,” in my ear.

  Victor’s voice became thicker and lower as he read the passage. Sarah lost all sense of time and space as he read. It wasn’t until he whispered, “Is that what you like, sweet wife?” in her ear that it even registered he had moved so close to her. She swallowed hard, trying to fashion a response. Any response. The words would not come.

  What could she say? “Yes, I love that.” Knowing that it was nothing like they did. Wouldn’t that only crush his feelings? Wouldn’t it fracture his manhood, as her other mommy porn friends had said it might? Sarah didn’t like hiding her fantasies, but she wasn’t sure she wanted them to be reality either. They were just a nice little escape each evening as she unwound from her monotonous and sometimes stressful days.

  He stepped back and put his hand under her chin, tipping it up. “Look at me. Don’t be embarrassed. I honestly want to know. Is this what you think about doing? Is this what you want us to be like?” All signed of the previous smirk were erased and she could see in his eyes that his words were genuine. He wanted to know. Maybe he had been feeling the lack of intimacy as much as she was.

  “Maybe? Yes? No? Crap, I don’t know honey.” She spit her words out fast. Normally she liked to think about everything she said. She often had people repeat questions because they thought she missed them when she was simply processing her response.

  Something about the tenderness in her husband’s voice gave her the ability to abandon that at the moment and for a moment, that scared Sarah more than the impending conversation. “Why do you have my Kindle?”

  Victor stalked behind her. His body now pressed against hers and she could feel his erection against her ass. “Why? Honestly, because I was curious. Curious as to what had you so intrigued at night. What was stealing you away from me?”

  “It didn’t steal me away from you, Victor. I’ve always been here. You just were working those crazy hours when you had that big project, so I started to read waiting for you to come home and then it sort of became a habit.”

  Sarah thought back to how she hid in her Kindle when her husband worked on the three month project from hell that kept him at work until midnight on a regular basis. She couldn’t sleep with him at work and TV was never her thing. A mom from the park listened to her woes one Saturday as the kids played and told her about her book group. They called themselves The Mommy Porn Book Club and they secretly read super naughty books on their Kindles. They met for coffee once in a while to share favorite new reads and eat yummy cookies. Sarah had no idea meeting someone at the park would lead to the deep friendships she had made since joining the Mommy Porn Book Club. Almost a year later and she had best girlfriends for the first time since college, and an escape from everyday life. She hoped this was not the end of it.

  Victor’s arm reached around her middle and he pulled her tight. Unbelievably, she felt his cock getting harder. She hadn’t seen him like this in years. Maybe this would be a good thing. The Kindle fell on the bed in front of her and his other hand slipped down the front of her sweats. Impulse took over and she tried to move out of his grasp. She had not groomed below in a long time and was wearing her granny panties. Not how she wanted to be the first time he touched her in almost two weeks. He was having none of that and she managed to move only a fraction of an inch as his hand reached down into her panties and to her core. He slipped in so easily that it finally registered to Sarah how incredibly wet his reading to her had made her.

  “Oh my, sweet wife. You are so wet for me. Or are you so wet for the book?”

  Sarah was unable to even begin to know how to respond, so she just stood there, dripping on his hand.

  “No need to answer. I think I know the answer.”

  “You, you do?” Her voice was so quiet she hoped he heard her. They had always tried to be very open and honest with each other, but this drifting apart happened in tiny bits over a long time so there had been so much left unsaid for so long.

  “Yes, I do. I think you have wasted a lot of cum on these books. Cum that was meant for me. I also think that these books turn you on a little, but me reading that passage to you brought it to a whole new level. Am I right, my wife? Did reading this to you turn up the scorch factor?”

  “I...” she could not finish her sentence because the second she opened her mouth he flicked her clit and all rational thoughts were now gone. Scratch that, all thoughts left her head. All she had now was feeling, and boy did it feel good. She was building up to her release so quickly that she was sure she was about to come when he stopped and his hand just hovered there, close enough she could feel its heat, but not quite close enough to touch. She found her body out of her control, trying to follow his hand.

  He laughed. “Oh no, we need to finish talking before you get yours. We both know that once you come you are void of all coherent thoughts for a good twenty-five minutes. We shall have none of that tonight. I need you here. With me.”

  She heard herself whimper and couldn’t believe she had somehow turned into one of her mommy porn heroines, minus the actual coming.

  He chuckled again and simply rested his hand against her mound. “Don’t move, honey, or I will remove my hand. I promise you I will give you the release your whimpering lets me know you so clearly need, but not now. When the time is right, of course.” He lowered his voice and whispered near her ear in the way he knew drove her to distraction. “You do want to come, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.” Her brain was starting to function again and she started to wonder how she went from getting ready to read a bit and go to bed, to standing with her husband’s arm immobilizing her and almost begging to come. My how the evening took a turn for what she was sure would be the better.

  “And you shall. Later.” He nibbled on her ear before continuing and she knew she should feel embarrassed as she felt herself actually drip onto his hand, but she wasn’t. Not in the slightest. Maybe that was why he stood behind her. Initially she thought it was so he could have friction on his oh so beautiful cock, but now she wondered if it was to put her at ease and help them talk about their all but missing sex life. They used to be wild and crazy. Ok, not really wild, but they had fun and had it often. They even tried anal sex and toys before those were something people would even admit to thinking about. Lately though: Missionary– twice a month. Done.

  Sarah leaned into his embrace. This was the opening they both needed. “So what made you read my Kindle? Did I over spend my book budget this month or something? You never answered before.”

  She could feel his chest quake as he held in a laugh. “I guess I got distracted by your hot pussy when I started to answer you
.”

  Sarah was floored. He might be smokin’ hot and have some moves, but to hear him mention words like pussy was new. New and freeing. And possibly a lie since she was sure her “hot pussy” most likely resembled the Amazon rain forest with all of her lack of shaving and waxing.

  “To answer your question, you stole my pillowcase.” He was now cracking up, no longer able to hold it in.” He let go of her as he tried to rein in his laughter and she turned in his arm to face him.