by Azure Boone
Azure Boone Meet Me
Dedication
I dedicate this story to my husband and family. I’d like to also dedicate it to my faithful Admins in the Azurite Angel Street Team.
Glorai Esau
Loius Merill
and
Sheri Louther
It was fun!
Acknowledgments
I’d like to acknowledge the entire Azurite Street Team. Thank you so much for all that you do. Every bit of your help is appreciated.
Chapter One
I glanced over at my sleeping husband, frustrated. As usual. I turned my attention back to my Kindle.
Jed thumbed Miranda’s nipple until her moans reached the perfect pitch. He gently parted her wet folds and stroked the hot silk, paying careful attention to the swollen bud beneath the pad of his middle finger. He couldn’t help but groan when she opened her milky legs wider, pushed her breasts into his teasing fingers. Holding her cradled in his arms that way and watching her, pleasuring her…definitely a dream come true. She was just as beautiful as he’d fantasized she’d be.
“Jed, Jed,” she moaned.
His cock strained to plunge deep inside her. Not this time. At least not until she begged for it. No more regrets. Ever.
Her eyes, slits of liquid sapphire, begged for more. Jed matched his strokes over her clit and nipple, watching passion’s fire build in her. Watched her lips part more, her moans become desperate and strained.
“Fuck me Jed, please.”
Jed lowered his head and began to feast on her full parted lips with careful measure, his tongue teasing hers with delicate flicks.
“Please, please.” She gasped her beg right in his mouth. He rewarded her a little, thrusting his middle finger deep inside her. Her mouth flew open and he let his own desire loose a little more, deepening his kiss while flicking the core of that volcano deep inside her with his finger. She bucked against his hand and raked her nails on the back of his neck.
“Touch your clit Miranda.”
I slid my free hand under the covers and inside my pajama pants, stealing another quick glance left. God I wanted to wake the bastard. Use him. Like he used me.
Jed broke the kiss, wanting to watch her. Damn. How long had he fantasized of this—to see her do that again? Like she’d done when he’d spied on her in the shower. Jed’s cock strained harder when she used her other hand to hold her leg back wide. He began slowly moving his finger in and out of her, gradually building speed.
I bit my lower lip, dipping my finger in my own dripping heat and wetting my throbbing clit with slow circles.
He’d bring her to the very edge. Jed listened to the sound of his finger moving greedily in and out of her dripping core. He let out a low growl. It would be his cock next. He’d take her on her back, so he could watch it. Watch himself plunge in and out, his cock glistening with her nectar. Fuck, he wanted to taste first.
My legs strained wider, keeping my pleasure to silenced gasps as I picked up speed on my clit, wishing I had a third hand.
Jed couldn’t stand it. “Get on the bed. On your back. Open wide for me.”
Miranda whimpered and scrambled to do as he demanded.
I dipped my finger deep into my pussy, jabbing in and out a few times before tending the heat in my clit again.
Jed shed his clothes and knelt on the bed, staring down at the vision. Legs bent, knees back and oh so wide, and her middle and ring finger moving in slow circles over her clit, keeping it nice and hot. Jed’s eyes slid slowly up, stopping at her perky tits, locking on the one nipple Miranda rolled between her fingers. Jed leaned until his body hovered over hers. He lowered his gaze to her breast that heaved with the growing pleasure. He moved his attention to the speeding pulse at her neck.
“Jed.”
He looked at her, wanting to see her face when she said his name that way. Like she’d die without him. Like she’d finally found everything she ever wanted. God she was so beautiful in passion.
Jed reached and slid his cock over her slick heat, keeping his gaze on her face. She reached up and stroked his lower lip. Jed gasped at feeling it was wet with her. The scent reached his nostrils and his tongue snaked out to devour it, taking her finger into his mouth and sucking it all off.
The taste drove him over the edge and he entered her in one thrust. Miranda’s pleasured scream nearly brought him to orgasm. Combined with the perfect feel of her heat wrapping his cock, it was like holding up a mountain to not pound into her furiously. Not yet. Oh but he would. And she’d scream his name over and over, that much he knew.
God! My fingers swirled rapidly over my clit. Loved how dominant Jed was. Pound into me furiously…till I screamed his name…over and over…mmm, yes, yes, yes. My orgasm surged. I opened my legs as wide as I could and arched my back with the wonderful release, imagining a man who adored me, ramming into me while holding my legs back. Yes, yes. I shuddered through the avalanche of sweet pleasure for five whole seconds before the familiar ache that always came with masturbating to a fantasy I could never have, ebbed in. Not wanting to totally ruin the moment, I put my Kindle on the bedside table and turned on my side, taking deep breaths.
Flashes of my husband’s sweaty body on another woman’s obliterated the joy and rapture my little in your pathetic sad dreams fantasy had given. I brought my knees up to stave the pain that now clenched the air right out of my chest. I strained under the pressure of it, wondering if I would ever not fantasize about that nightmare? Might as well be a fucking fantasy the way it plagued me. Fucking bastard. How could he do that to me? Why did I stay? What was the point?
The kids.
My eyes ached with the gather of tears. It wasn’t the kid’s fault I had an unfaithful husband. I had grounds for divorce, but did I have grounds to make them suffer for my lousy choices? Not only that, where would I go? What would I do? With eight kids? No man would want me now. Well, six kids still at home. That was a lot to most. I was forty-two and used up. I didn’t just have baggage, I had an effin circus with baggage.
If only he was half the husband he was a father. Bastard. Or if only he’d beat me, then I’d have to leave. But no. He just treated me like…like nobody special, not somebody he desired or needed, or even wanted. I was the mother to his children, the housekeeper, the bookkeeper, the peacekeeper, the shit eating saint.
I burrowed down into my pillow. My children were worth it. Hell yes they were. Plus this was the right thing to do. There was always that comfort. I’d pretend for them. Pretend we were in love. John was good at pretending that around them. After all, he knew that was important for the kids to see. After all, he was a preacher, a godly man.
Snake.
Lord, help me not hate that man. You know I can’t do this hating him. And help me not kill him. Help me last till the kids are grown, then we’ll just happen to buy a camp and he’ll just happen to live there most of the time while I stay at home. And he wonders why I’m on the computer all the time. How dare he wonder...how dare he? If it weren’t for my online friends, where in the world would I be? In jail for murder, that’s where.
I thought about Steve, the new guy in their Facebook group. What a flatterer. You have the face of an angel. I opened my eyes for the mere sake of rolling them. Like I’d be stupid enough to just believe the dude actually meant a single word he said. He was probably inboxing every other woman in the group in every group on Facebook. What I wouldn’t give to just know that. Bust him.
He was fun, though. Funny too. Mr. Witty. Mr. Clever. Mr. make all the women want him. Profile pic all hot. Probably fat as a barn with titties bigger than mine. Well, that wouldn’t take much. Titties bigger than my ass, then. And an inverted penis. I giggled at the image in my head.
And Morgan! He surely didn’t like
the dude. It was kinda cute how much he inboxed me about being wary of him. If I didn’t know better, he seemed jealous. I smiled, happy with the idea that he might be. Morgan was such a damn sweetie. What I wouldn’t give to have a husband like that. So damn attentive and supportive. Even supported my sad attempts at writing. Always finding something sweet and encouraging to say, making me feel like I could accomplish anything. Now that there was one hell of a man. And always respectful. Loved Morgan for that. Just hated how I didn’t know what he looked like. Probably best.
I want to meet you.
Steve’s words played in my head. Steve, Steve, stupid, Steve. There for only two weeks and making that kind of move. And oh, the way Morgan came unglued when I’d told him Stevo inboxed that to me! Even confronted him in the main group. Like a Knight! Sha! I really needed to thank him tomorrow. Even though it was way overboard, it was the thought that counted.
Wonder what Mr. Stevie was doing now? Probably jacking off to some woman’s naked pic. Maybe Sally’s. He seemed to be into her too. Liking all her shit she posted like a little horny puppy. Wonder if he carried on conversations with her in private too? What a player. I needed to talk to the girls about him. See what they thought. Find out who all he was being fresh with. Lois had the nose of a cyber-hound dog, she could find shit out. And Gloria missed her calling as a detective. And Sheri…well she was an all-around mastermind in general. They’d find out.
I smiled, thanking God for them. They were road blocks between me and the cliff that called to me daily. The one that Thelma and Louise drove right the hell off of.
Chapter Two
I breezed into the kitchen and began chore roll call. “Seth, you’re on dish duty today, get it going.”
“But I thought we were switching?” he yelled from the back of the house.
“Not in the middle of the week, we’re not. Monday.” I poured my second cup of coffee. Breakfast was done. “Everybody get their teeth brushed?”
I listened to their answers, counting heads with each yes. As usual, one missing.“Trevor?”
“I am.”
That meant he hadn’t but was now. I sighed, spooning creamer into the cup. Really needed to work with that kid more. He was six and behaved like a three year old in his chores. I spooned in sugar, knowing it was my fault. When had I gotten tired of training the kids? The only answer I found was how much easier it was to let the older kids carry the load rather than fight with the little ones.
Stirring my brew, I put the spoon in the sink and took a sip. Then another. Tired of fighting, that’s what I was, that was my problem.
“Tim, can you help with Abigail’s teeth? Is everybody still working?”
“Already did,” Tim called.
I headed to inspect, stopping at the first bedroom. I peered in and surveyed the progress. “Just a few more things, you’re doing good. Don’t forget to tidy the tops of the dressers.”
Rebekah smiled, proudly. “Look at my dresser top.”
“Ah yes, very good. You’re awesome!”
I turned and called over my shoulder. “Trevor? Are you done with your teeth yet?”
“Yeeesss.” His tone droned robotic. If that kid wasn’t so damn cute, I’d ring his neck.
“Come get this closet straightened then little man. And pick up the hallway. That’s the only chores you have, you need to start doing that without being told.”
Trevor drove his car along the wall. “Kaaaaayyyy.”
I peeked in the living room. “As soon as you’re done in here Tim, start your school, but make sure you do a good job, under the desks, on top, pretend you’re looking with my eyes, you can see as well as I can, so please do it right.”
“Yes mam.”
I needed to remember how cooperative Tim was and reward him. Not even Sam was that good. Course not a surprise I guess for sixteen. I headed to the kitchen. “Becky, don’t forget the laundry chore when you’re done in the bedroom.”
“I won’t. But mom, can Trevor help with the dirty clothes?”
“Yes, Trevor, help your sister with the dirty clothes.”
“But I’m doing my chores!”
“After, I mean.” I sat on the couch and pulled my computer onto my lap and flipped it open.
8:30. Making good time this morning. But that meant late to say hi in the group. Oh well. Would just hodgepodge their visit in inbox. I logged on to Facebook and opened our little group chat.
Tasha: Morning ladies.
I checked mail while waiting for the blong, indicating somebody answered my call. Not ten seconds, I got it and opened the Facebook page. Not the group. Morgan.
I smiled and opened the box.
Morgan: Hey beautiful.
My eyes widened at the odd but pleasant greeting.
Tasha: Well morning handsome!
Morgan: I have something for you.
Flutters tickled my gut.
Tasha: What’s that.
Morgan: That pic you’ve been whining about.
My jaw dropped in shock while typing.
Tasha: As if I’d believe that was actually you.
I chewed my lower lip, waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Morgan: (www.pic.photo.bucket.134hei023) Click it.
I pursed my lips feeling weird. What was he doing? Why? I darted a look around. This was so not Morgan’s behavior. Was this about Stevie Wonder?
Tasha: Better not be nothing x rated, I have kids.
Morgan: I know you do.
I clicked it, squinting my eyes in preparation, hoping he wasn’t a hippo. Or a hunk. I snorted when the image came up of a man in a suit, head cut off.
Tasha: Oh wow. That really shows me a lot.
Morgan: And this.
www.photo.buck.et3134323
I clicked it and the smile on my face vanished. Holy shit. A rear shot. No shirt. Suit slacks. Dirty blond hair and a tanned back!
Morgan: And this one.
I couldn’t click fast enough. Another rear shot, still no facial, but this with his hands clasped behind his head, muscles standing out. My goodness. My frikn goodness.
I jumped when the group box blonged. My pointer flew to it.
Tasha: Gloria!!! OMG
Gloria: wht?
Tasha: MORGAN’S SHOWING ME PICS OF HIMSELF!!
Gloria: Morgan from the group? The shy one?
Tasha: yes! look!
I copied and pasted the link into the group box then read Morgan’s next message.
Morgan: Well?
Tasha: Well what? Why on Earth would I believe that’s you?
Morgan: Meet me.
I stared at those two forbidden words then jumped back into group box.
Tasha: OMG he’s asking me to meet him to prove that’s him! Shit shit shit I can’t believe he’s doing this.
Lois: what did I miss, goodmorning.
Tasha: omg, lois, it’sMorgan from group, scroll up, that’s supposedly him in that pic!
Sheri: morning ladies, who’s the hunk?
Gloria: That’s supposed to be Morgan from the group.
Sheri: oh WOW.
Tasha: wow nothing, that’s probably not even him.
Gloria: you think he’d lie? He’s doesn’t seem the type. And he asked her to meet him and prove it.
Lois: ohhhh my gosh! Will you?
Tasha: NO!! Shit, he’s blonging, brb.
I looked.
Morgan: Look, I need to see you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I read Johnny Blue by the way.
My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling like I’d entered the Twilight Zone.
Tasha: Oh? And?
Morgan: I want you.
Ohhhh myyy God. I copy and pasted the little exchange of words into the group as fast as I could.
Sheri: He said that?? Our Morgan? From the group?
That was my thought exactly. Our sweet Morgan…from our group.
Lois: fanning myself here.
Gloria: Are you going to do it? Meet him? Tht
s dancer.
Gloria: *danger
Gloria: *dangerous! Stupid phone
Sheri: maybe we could figure a way to go with you, tell him you’ll go only if we come.
Tasha: what?? Which one of you, you guys are hundreds of miles away.
Gloria: I’ll come. I’ll fly down.
Tasha: omg, hold on, he’s typing.
Morgan: Tasha…I want to do those things to you. Make love to you. Make you scream my name.
My eyes widened and again I quickly copied and pasted his words.
Lois: damn! I need james to read johnny blue now!
Sheri: oh please, james is the only husband we know growling and biting your lip while cupping your ass and fucking you up against a wall!
Gloria: lol. She has a pontoon.
Gloria: *point
Lois: Heehee. You should see what he did with his tongue. God I love my husband!
Tasha: Why is he doing this? did you see how he acted with that steve guy? He came unglued, I thought that was so odd but cute. Geeze I can’t do this! that’s cheating!
Lois: like your husband did? Eye for an eye
Gloria: don’t say that Lois, forging and loving is the way.
Gloria: *forgiving
I hurried to John’s box to answer more blongs.
Tasha: what the fuck is up with you?
Morgan: What do you mean?
Tasha: I mean you’ve never talked this way before, you’ve always been nice and respectable.
Morgan: And that’s bad?
Tasha: YES it’s bad when you suddenly turn into this
Morgan: Into what
Tasha: just…all trashy and sex
I deleted the word hot before sex.
Morgan: what I feel for you isn’t trash and it’s hardly just sex.
My stomach was in knots.
Morgan: You deserve more. Your husband doesn’t deserve you.
Ohhh my God!
Tasha: What the hell do you know about my husband.
Morgan: Probably a lot more than you. I listen Tasha. You don’t think I can hear your pain, it’s so plain in your words. The need to be loved, the need for attention and affection. God, I want to give you that. Please don’t hate me for confessing. Don’t make me regret coming clean about my feelings for you.
