by Fran Lee
The pleasure that little toy had brought was desperately needed. At times she would lie in bed while Harry was bowling, and she’d fantasize about amazingly sinful things. Like one man using his mouth and tongue on her pussy, while another paid detailed attention to her breasts—something Harry did very little of. And she would use her fingers and her little silver dildo to get some pretty gnarly orgasms.
She squirmed a bit in the leather bucket seat, thinking of the many fantasies she’d indulged in while he was away bowling. Fantasies she had never dared to enact on her husband’s hot, delicious body. It was far easier to get herself off during a fantasy than to ask her husband of ten years to indulge her.
She would die of embarrassment if he knew what she fantasized about...
Her thoughts strayed to the young teenager she’d always had just a bit of a silly crush on. Not as big a crush as she’d always had on Harry, of course, but just a little one. She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about Josh Barnes…
After talking so openly this afternoon with Krissa, once she’d gotten past her initial shock and embarrassment, she’d grudgingly agreed to meet Joshua at Krissa’s place on Friday night. She shook her head at the thought of making a movie date with a man three years younger. But the idea that Krissa’s kid brother had nursed a serious crush on her for all these years had given her a jolt of naughty pleasure.
She’d have gone out with him back then, if he hadn’t been so much younger. In fact, she had wanted to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance in her senior year, but her friends had laughed at her for wanting to ask a freshman, no matter how tall or cute he was. She’d chosen Harry instead.
Josh Barnes had always been a damn good-looking kid, with intense blue eyes and a shock of flyaway blond hair that was always hanging in his eyes, making his furtive, hungry looks sort of adorable. She’d always enjoyed it when he followed Krissa and her around like a drooling puppy.
She’d once even flashed him wickedly at a sleepover when she’d seen him peeping at her from the top of the stairs. He’d been hanging over the rail, and she had seen him from the corner of her eye. And when Krissie was spelunking in the fridge for the inevitable snacks, Haley had walked into the foyer and had lifted her nightie up to flash him with her bare breasts and tiny panties.
She had felt amazingly daring and naughty as the kid had blushed beet-red and his mouth had dropped as wide as his eyes. She’d felt wildly wicked as she tweaked her erect nipples while he stared dumbly down at her, and then she had dropped her nightie back over her body and whirled to race into the kitchen.
She had never forgotten that moment of exhibitionism, and she was pretty damn sure Josh hadn’t either, from what Krissa had told her. She sighed and licked her lips. Josh wanted to see a whole lot more of her than her breasts! He always had.
She had wanted so damn badly to let him catch her alone, to feel his hot eyes on her naked body again. To feel those large, man-sized hands on her skin. It had been a wicked, childish fantasy that had never come to fruition. Harry was older, more self-assured. Josh was just a kid.
Except that he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was twenty-six. The last time she’d seen him, he was only sixteen, and still a bit gangly and lanky. Too thin for that growth spurt to six-foot-four he’d taken that summer.
From what Krissa had said, Josh had always been hot for her—was still hot for her. He still wanted her. Made no bones about what he wanted to do to her when he met her again. Those thoughts sent a shiver of anticipation scudding through her. But infidelity was a serious thing to Haley...something only men did. Not good wives who loved their husbands...
She inhaled deeply and unfastened her seat belt to climb from her car. Maybe she could ask Josh Barnes to indulge just one of her hot little fantasies. It didn't have to involve intercourse. Maybe he would treat her throbbing pussy to a serious bit of licking?
Nope. She would not go there. She had agreed to go over and meet Josh and just talk. Talk and watch a rental movie with him. Make the kid feel better. Yeah. Just sitting and watching a movie and talking over old times. No fantasies. No getting naked and sweaty and… She shivered as those thoughts slithered through her mind.
She licked her lips and tried not to think of a meeting with Josh as cheating on Harry. After all—they were just going to sit and watch a damn movie and talk over old times. Nothing to be guilty over.
And it would feel so damn good to have a man around for awhile who thought she was hot and sexy.
And then she reluctantly admitted to herself that she was terribly curious about what it would be like to make love to someone other than Harry. Whether Josh Barnes would just roll over and play dead without bringing her to orgasm. Somehow, she doubted that.
The minute she admitted that possibility, her mind and body tensed, and her panties grew increasingly wetter. She closed her eyes and wriggled on the seat, enjoying the pressure of the seat pressing against her sensitive, puffy clit and mons. And then she opened her eyes with a groan and opened her door. She had to stop fantasizing over a kid she hadn’t seen in ten years. She shoved the car door open and slid out, regretting the loss of the delicious pressure against her pussy.
It was Saturday and she wanted a shower before her weekly lovemaking session with Harry. And she didn’t want to let her raging libido spoil that elusive, pleasant feeling of joining with the man she had loved since she had let him take her virginity on the back seat of his Camaro after the homecoming dance. He had been so hot for her, she had been swept away, despite the pain and the fears. But even as she thought about that night, she found herself wondering how it might have been had it been Josh Barnes fucking her on that back seat that night…
Chapter Three
Harry was already sprawled out across the bed when she stepped out of the bathroom at half past eight. He wore the usual flannel PJ’s over that still-hot body, toning down her appreciation of his looks. She wore the usual pair of bikini panties and a loose sleep shirt that hung to mid thigh. Her hair was still damp, and clung in curls to her cheeks and neck.
He glanced up and tossed his magazine aside. The glimpse she got told her it was a hot one. He rolled onto his side and patted the mattress in front of him. “You smell delicious. I love that flowery shampoo.”
Romantic—not! But he was smiling that sexy little crooked smile he had, and that bought him instant forgiveness. Haley slid onto the comforter, and moved close for their usual pleasant but not-too-horny-yet kiss, and as he furtively slipped a hand up her ribs under her sleep shirt, she began to unbutton his PJ top.
It was like a well-rehearsed script. He gently petted and squeezed her boobs, and she shoved his PJ top open so she could run her hands over his ribs and chest. He kissed her throat and told her he loved how sweet she smelled after her shower, and she reached into his PJ bottoms to search for his hot, ready cock. Once she’d grabbed and begun to stroke it, he kissed her hungrily and told her how he loved to feel her hands on his cock.
He started breathing raggedly, and after a couple of minutes, he shoved her onto her back, dragging off her panties and spreading her legs as he checked how wet she was with his fingers, before he shoved deep with a groan, and started pounding away. His mouth sought hers to deepen the kiss—he was a great kisser—but hardly what she’d call a daring or erotic lover. She desperately wanted him to use that hot mouth on others parts of her anatomy, like her hard nipples or her throbbing little clit.
Haley arched into his thrusts, praying that he wouldn’t get off too quickly, and that she might actually get to have a mind-blowing climax too. He filled her to the stretching point with each hot, deep thrust of his hips. He was so big, so thick, and she was so ready! Her hand slid between their bodies as she desperately sought her swollen clit...but he caught her wrists and shoved her arms over her head, trapping them there with one big hand. She tried to tease his searching mouth to her breasts, but he sucked a hickey on the top of her shoulder, as usual, and finished with a final groaning thrust and a growl of ple
asure, before he slumped over her and whispered, “That was great, honey, thanks,” as he kissed her shoulder.
And then he simply rolled over to fall asleep. She lay there gathering her thoughts, trying not to feel the same old weekly disappointment. She ran her fingertips over his muscular back, but he didn’t stir. Damn! She had almost been there…almost…
Haley sighed and slipped off the bed, and went to the bathroom to clean herself up, before pulling her little personal vibrator out of her lingerie drawer and walking into the spare bedroom to get a really great orgasm all by her lonesome.
Harry certainly knew how to start a fire, but he wasn’t a great finisher. At least, not for her. His idea of foreplay was a hot, sexy kiss, a little bit of tongue, a titty squeeze or two, and a good hard fuck that lasted about three minutes. He had a nice, thick, perfect cock. He had great penetration and depth—but he was too quick on the ejaculation and subsequent pull out. Thank God she knew how to help herself finish. All in all, their Saturday night sex was satisfying—but only thanks to her little ass plug, her own fingers and her very fertile imagination!
She found herself looking forward to Friday, and wondering what Joshua Barnes looked like at twenty-six. Krissa had raved on and on about how hot he was and how gorgeous. But then, he was her little brother, and she would obviously be prejudiced. But the thought of a man still having the hots for her after ten long years was amazing. Amazing and frankly titillating. She did her best to quell the sudden clenching of her pussy.
What would it feel like to have a man who stayed awake after sex, instead of rolling over and dropping off to sleep?
As her imagination went crazy, her pussy clenched and her body arched into a truly momentous orgasm that left her panting and wrung out. So good. And that was just thinking about what the kid might do to her next Friday...
* * * * *
Josh dropped his duffel bag onto the porch with a thump and reached for his big sis. Krissa wrapped her arms enthusiastically around him as he swung her off her feet. “I've missed you, Krissie! When’s supper? I'm starved!”
She giggled and hugged him hard as he swung her in a circle before dropping her feet back to the porch.
He was always hungry. Had something to do with the size of him, he figured. Standing six foot six inches, and weighing in at a clean, lean two hundred and fifty pounds, he had a hard body because he worked hard for a living. Not to mention his gym membership. He liked to stay in top shape. He grinned down at his sister and laughed as she swatted at his hands and flushed prettily.
God, how he had always loved to watch Krissa and Haley giggle like that and put their pretty blonde heads together, thinking he couldn’t hear them if they whispered. Shit, he’d heard every damn word. But he never let on. He learned too much information to want to tip them off to the fact his hearing was excellent, even across the room.
“Haley here yet?” he asked almost casually, and Krissa grinned up at him conspiratorially.
“Be patient! I had to damn near threaten to break off our friendship if she didn’t agree to come. You know Haley…she’ll be here...she promised.”
He’d switched jobs to come back to Spring City and be closer to family—and Haley Grant. No, Haley Gregory now. But what the fuck? Getting around a husband wasn’t the hardest thing he’d ever done. And from what Krissa had told him, Harry Gregory was a fairly inattentive husband. The kind that didn't take care of his wife's needs. So much the better for him. He’d waited long enough for a piece of Haley, and a husband wasn’t about to stand in his way now. He’d fallen hard for her when he was a gangly 8th grader and she was the Junior Prom Queen.
He had wanted her from the day she had flashed her hot little nipples at him. He’d only been fourteen, but when he’d seen those delightful morsels bared for his delectation, with her fingers pinching them to tease him, he’d decided she wouldn’t be averse to letting him worship them. If she hadn’t hooked up with Harry Gregory, and if Harry hadn’t been so possessive of her, Josh would definitely have sampled those nipples.
Over the twelve years that had passed since she’d dared him to taste her, he’d savored that memory. He had compared those lush, beautiful breasts to every other set he’d tasted and licked, and all the rest had faded from his thoughts once he’d enjoyed them. Oh, he loved fucking...and sucking. He’d gotten damn good at it over the years. But it had all been practice for the next time she bared those amazing round globes to him…and he planned to see them again—real soon.
As Krissa led him into the kitchen, he waved at Jim, who’d poked his head out of the living room and yelled a welcome. Talking with Krissie and Jim was appealing, but right now, food was his objective. Food then a hot shower. Krissie had invited Haley over tonight, and he wanted to be clean and sweet-smelling for her. Oh yeah. For what he planned with Haley tonight, he wanted to be sweet and clean all over.
Josh had always had it bad for her. But Harold Gregory was the jock-stud-prom-king dude who had stolen her away after graduation before anyone less almighty got a shot at her. And Haley wasn’t some homely, needy girl to take on some gangly kid three years behind her in school and dump Mr. Hotstuff.
When Haley had married after graduation, Josh hadn’t gone to her wedding, even though he’d been included in the invitation. He’d spent that whole day walking by the stream that bordered the pasture a couple of miles from his house.
He’d walked there with Krissa and Haley many times. He’d imagined her smiling up into his face, tucking her slim arm around his waist as he bent to catch those lush lips in a hungry kiss. He’d gone home and jacked off pathetically as he thought of that prick Harry Gregory taking her to bed when it should have been him, Josh Barnes, in that bed with her, fucking her into blissful oblivion.
Josh had been a gangly, awkward and fairly shy kid back then. And that wasn’t what a girl like Haley wanted. But he wasn’t a gangly kid anymore, and he’d had enough experience with women to know that what he had to offer was not something a woman would stick her nose up at.
Oh yeah. He had big plans for tonight.
Krissie had kissed him on the jaw and had given him a double thumbs-up as she and Jim had left him alone in the house to set the scene for seduction. He'd changed into a soft pair of well-worn jeans and an old T-shirt that he wouldn't miss if she just happened to tear it off him after he got her revved up. God, he hoped he could rev her up. He was on a total hair trigger, himself, just thinking of the woman...pacing the living room, waiting for the damn doorbell to ring. Praying she didn't get cold feet and change her mind. He wasn't much of a praying man, but he found religion as he closed his eyes and thought of all the things he wanted to do to her. If there was a god, he hoped the big guy would grant him his heart's desire just this once.
And then he heard her car pull into the driveway.
* * * * *
Haley was nervous. She checked her hair and her makeup three more times before sliding out of her car and making her way to the wooden front porch of Krissa and Jim’s home. Hesitantly, she climbed the three steps to the front porch and pressed the doorbell button.
What the hell am I doing here?
She almost lost her nerve, and was debating on making a run for it when the door swung open, and she found Joshua Barnes standing there.
Filling the whole damn doorway.
Her eyes must have shown her shock, because his crookedly sexy smile was enough to blow her away. “Hi! Um, is Krissa here?” Her voice sounded breathless even to her. My God! She was acting like a teenybopper on her first blind date.
She almost lost her courage as he stood aside to allow her to step inside the house. He was so tall. And so gorgeous. Oh…my…God! He was all prime, succulent male. Leaning in slightly as she scooted past him, she didn’t quite manage to keep her breast from brushing his impressive chest.
She heard the quick inhalation of his breath and knew he wasn’t immune to her, either.
Her nipple tingled as if she’d leaned into an e
lectric wire fence. Fighting down her glandular reaction to his appearance and his proximity, she stepped into the familiar foyer, and wrapped her arms around her body as if that might insulate her from his potent presence. The experimental contact told her what she had wanted to know—he was very much aware of her sexually. What she hadn’t counted on was her own reaction to the little brush of tight nipple to hard, delicious male muscle...
Holy shit. Was she nuts to be here? Had she been kidding herself? Deluding herself that all she wanted was to regain an old acquaintance with the neighbor’s kid?
Haley bit the corner of her lip as she turned to face him in the tight confines of the tiny foyer, waiting for Josh to make the next tentative move. He moved slowly, and she watched as he closed the door, and shot the lock home. A trickle of anticipation flooded her body, pooling between her thighs as the gorgeous apparition turned and seemed to be contemplating his next move.
Josh found himself almost unable to breathe. Haley looked like heaven...and smelled like lilacs and jasmine! And when she’d asked so shyly if his sister was home, he could do nothing but grin stupidly down at her like some brain-dead fool. But then he managed to find his voice, and cleared his throat. “Come on in. She and Jim just went to a movie, but she told me you were coming, so I fixed us some popcorn. I was just putting a movie into the DVD player.” Liar!
Josh had thought his damn cock was gonna bust loose and dance a tango when she'd shimmied that firm, round breast across his chest, but he managed to tamp down his raging libido and close the door quietly behind her. He twisted the lock covertly, just in case Kris and Jim showed up early. And when she paused and glanced from him to the lock, he couldn’t help but lick his lower lip at the wide, blue gaze she hung on him.
“Want some popcorn?” he asked lamely. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was acting and talking like a fucking horny teenager again!
