Basking in his attentions, Amanda thrilled as Emmanuel finally claimed her lips in a hot, passionate kiss; his full, moist mouth massaging hers as their tongues entangled between them.
Losing themselves in an intense cocoon of pure, unbridled desire, the couple’s joined naked bodies rolled wild and free across the bed beneath them. Their arms and legs entangled as her breasts crushed his hard, massive chest and their lips seemed to hold in a binding kiss.
“Just let it all go,” he encouraged on a whisper, gyrating his hard, trim hips against hers in something of a playful tease. “Allow me to fulfill your wildest fantasies.”
Pulling back from him for just a moment, she admired the beauty of his chiseled face as her fingers followed his gaze; touching and memorizing every line of his flawless visage, his bronzed, carved cheeks, his cleft chin, his planed forehead, and finally the perfect mouth that now parted to lick and suckle her fingertip.
Finally the couple collapsed in passion, their sighs intermingling in the air above them as they lost themselves in one another’s arms.
Emmanuel ran his fingers through her soft, mussed hair as he cradled her in his arms, whispering to her of her beauty and charm as his own hands molded and memorized her breasts, her hips, her thighs; recasting what she often saw as imperfect body parts in the form of goddess limbs.
Covering her body with his, a moaning Emmanuel clutched Amanda to him as their hands and mouths danced a succulent tango; their hips and thighs locking between them as she writhed contented in his arms—her hands reaching forth to touch the ripples of his chiseled abs and the planes of his perfect pecs.
With a heated gasp she surrendered to his touch, her desire exploding as she writhed in his arms, spreading her full, fleshy thighs and inviting him inside.
Heeding her ecstatic call, Emmanuel plunged his long, hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy as he held her to him; nurturing her in a fond embrace, even as his mighty shaft flowed far and deep within her—reaching forth to her core as the couple continued to clutch each other in a nearly desperate manner.
Emmanuel and Amanda kissed with fervor as their bodies collided together and their fingers entwined, his member sinking deeper and deeper within her as she clutched him to her—somehow not able to get enough of his kiss, his touch, and his divine penetration.
Then in a timeless moment their eyes opened and their bodies joined, with Emmanuel delivering a long, hard thrust that sent them both hurdling across the bounds of an electric orgasm.
Suddenly their beings exploded in the heat of this deep, emotional climax, emotion overcoming them as a wide-eyed Emmanuel growled his rugged release.
And Amanda screamed.
Pitching her head back as she dragged her fingernails down the length of his planed back, Amada let loose with a primal animal scream that shook the walls around them; resonating from deep within her soul as she sang her magnificent release.
Moments later she quieted and stilled, realizing that—aside from her lover, who penned her with a look of rapt affection that touched her heart—she also held the attention of two other people in the room.
Suddenly she felt skittish and exposed, with both Greg and Pia pinning her with inquisitive, rather shocked looks as they lay still on the bed beside her.
“Gotta get out of here,” she thought finally, jumping from Emmanuel’s arms as she avoided the gazes of the three silent partners in the room around her.
Grabbing her dress and hose, she escaped into the master bath and shut the door behind her; kneeling in the dark as she held her addled head between her hands and struggled to steady her breathing.
“What am I doing?” she whispered, ignoring the near frantic sound of her husband’s voice on the other side of the door. “And why am I doing?”
Chapter Six
This question remained unanswered for the remainder of the evening, which Amanda spent in a confused haze as she went through the motions of ending her bewildering escapade. She dressed alone in the bathroom before opening the door, mumbling apologies to her concerned companions as she took her husband’s hand and asked him to take her home.
Just before she cleared the doorway of the hotel room, she snuck a reluctant gaze over her shoulder at the couple that stayed behind in the room, fully expecting to see them already lost in one another’s arms. She started moments later, as she saw Pia and Emmanuel stand apart from one another at the center of the room; their gazes riveted, not on one another, but on the couple who left them behind.
Soon she and Greg found themselves ensconced alone in their compact car, their own gazes focused on the road before them as this lone automobile wound its way through the streets of their hometown.
As the couple tried to reclaim their standard routine, picking up their children at the baby-sitter’s house, picking up some milk and cereal at the store, and finally turning into the driveway that fronted their single level, ranch style suburban home, they said nothing to one another.
They said even less as they ventured into the confines of a warm, comfy house that seemed foreign and alien, retiring to bed and turning their backs to one another as both shut their eyes tight and tried to sleep.
The next morning Amanda found herself in the plain, dark office space that signified her workplace; huddled at a basic wooden desk, struggling to focus on the face of a cold, steel grey computer screen as she added a column of dry, rote figures--struggling at once to do anything but think of the man who’d filled her dreams last night—and her bed, just a few hours before.
“Amanda?”
She jumped from her seat as the sound of a deep, cold masculine voice disrupted her troubled meditation; prompting her to look upward to acknowledge the entrance of the one man who never managed to stir any form of erotic feeling in her, in any manner whatsoever.
Her boss of five years, a short, stout man named Norman Green, offered her an awkward smile as he plopped a dew glistened bouquet of scarlet roses square at the center of her desk.
“Looks like hubby is thinking of you,” he told her, leaving her with a teasing wink as he cleared the door of her office.
A mixture of raw excitement and outright trepidation struck Amanda’s psyche as she reached for the smooth crème colored card that came as part and parcel of the flowers; anxious to find out if it was indeed her husband who sent this ebullient floral gift.
She took in her breath as she opened the card to reveal handwriting that she failed to recognize; along with the signature of a man she knew all too well.
“Can’t stop thinking of you,” the note read. “All of my love, Emmanuel.”
Just then she heard the door open behind her, then close with a soft, subtle click.
“Norman?” she asked, clipping the card shut and tossing it full onto the center of her desk.
No answer.
“Emmanuel?” she breathed, clenching her fists as a trickle of excitement coursed the length of her spine.
“Guess again.”
She gasped as suddenly she realized her mistake; turning to face the tall, lean muscled, ebony haired man who regarded her with an intense stare.
“Greg,” she breathed, biting her lip as she pinned him with an apologetic look.
Not knowing quite what else to do, she opened her arms to him.
Holding her gaze as he came to her, her silent husband kicked the door closed behind him and stripped his tight white shirt high above his head; tossing it reckless to the floor beneath him as he revealed the toned, bronzed chest that she soon touched and stroked with loving hands.
Sinking in his encompassing arms, Amanda felt tears fall free down her cheeks as she cupped his carved cheeks in two tender hands; searing his full lips with a loving kiss as he wrapped his firm arms around her waist and lifted her from her chair—setting her on the edge of her smooth polished desk top as the couple continued to kiss and cuddle.
For a time the two just enjoyed one another; their lips continuing to smack together as they r
ubbed each other’s shoulders and pressed their bodies together in a cocoon of warm tenderness.
Running his hands through her smooth dark hair as he kissed her tender and sweet, her husband set fire to their innocent cuddle by lowering his hands to the surface of her breasts to rub and knead them—at the same time unbuttoning her prim white business shirt to feel and knead her skin.
She sighed as her lover captured her lips with a hot, intense kiss, his mouth melding with hers as she wrapped her arms around his firm shoulders and pressed herself against him.
Unhooking her bra and freeing her breasts from their sheer, lacy confines, Greg lowered his head to kiss and lick her nipples as he stepped between her parted thighs; purring as she ran her fingers through the soft, thick strands of his smooth dark hair.
“I love you,” she whispered, dropping her hands down the surface of his fit chest to tickle the abs she’d always favored; unbuttoning and unzipping his tight black pants and dragging them down his legs to free the long, hard cock that strained their custom made threads.
Growling his approval of this move, Greg swept her up in tender arms and lowered her body onto the desk; a move that in turn thrilled her, even as she bit her lip and pondered a single question.
“Why didn’t he tell me that he loved me in return?” she pondered, fixing him with a quizzical stare as he unzipped and peeled off her standard tweed skirt.
For just a moment he met her gaze, his expression unreadable as he tossed aside her dress and underthings and joined her on the desk. Then he obscured her thoughts by seizing her lips in a warm, passionate kiss.
“Well I suppose that’s my answer,” she mused, plying his lips with hers as she clutched him closer to her.
Soon they collapsed together on the surface of the desk, their arms and legs entangling as their bodies writhed together and their nipples met and grazed.
His long, hard cock soaring upward to grace her wet femininity, Greg swung her easy in his arms as his loving hands coursed every inch of her voluptuous femininity; coddling her breasts, stroking the rounded stomach he usually avoided, kneading her full, womanly hips.
“It’s almost as though he is memorizing every inch of my body,” she thought, tightening her hold on his quaking body, “Every inch of my face. Just as I did last night, with Emmanuel.”
All cohesive, coherent thought fled her mind moments later, as Greg pulled back to stare deep into her eyes, his crystalline gaze brimming with love as, in a single smooth flourish, he probed and penetrated her with his long, hard cock; his member sinking deep within her as their hands clutched between them.
Although her heart pounded and her pulse raced in response to this intimate advance—and to the way that his gentle hands ran like warm water down the planes of her sturdy back—she arched her eyebrows in a show of keen curiosity as he continued to pin her with a hooded, unreadable glance.
“Even as he offers me all of his body, his mind and his heart hold something back,” she observed in silence, even as she threw herself into his arms and plied his lips with hers.
His breasts crushed his chest as they rolled across her desktop, their arms and legs wound tight as they lost themselves in an eternal clench. Their hips gyrated wild together as their kiss deepened, their tongues winding together as his shaft surged deeper still within her.
Finally and with a long last flourish, he plunged his slithering, sweat glistened member deep within her; sending them both into the realm of an intense mutual orgasm.
Their lips clashed in a binding kiss as they collapsed in one another’s arms, their bodies and beings pounding and pulsating in the heat of their shared climax.
Moments later the couple relaxed easy in a light embrace, staring deep into one another’s eyes as they struggled to regain their breath.
“You know babe,” Amanda finally gasped out, resting her head on her husband’s shoulder, “Last night I stopped just short of regretting our—um—salacious little double date. Now, though, I can clearly see that it gave us just what we needed—that little extra spark that will make a world of difference, bringing us closer together than ever.” She paused here, adding in a tense, halting tone, “Wouldn’t you agree, Greg?”
She froze as her query was met with silence, a deathly quiet that threatened to stifle the atmosphere of the room.
“Greg?” she asked, turning her head until their gazes clashed. “You didn’t fall asleep on me, did ya honey? It might make things just a bit awkward if the boss walks in….”
She took in her breath as, suddenly and impulsively; her husband swooped upward on the desktop with her in his arms; settling her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her.
“Babe,” he whispered, kissing her frowning lips as he stared deep into her eyes, “We have to talk.”
PART TWO
Chapter One
Amanda Blair-Hopkins had just experienced the best sex of her married life.
So why did she feel the overwhelming need to pop her hubby a good one—and not in a good way?
Now she realized that the past few days had been a physical and emotional whirlwind for both of them. First their plans for a romantic 10th anniversary date had been ruined when their daughter came down with the flu. Then her husband Greg had shocked her by suggesting that they find another way to spice up their marriage; specifically, that they welcome another couple into their bedroom.
Rejecting her offer that they try tango lessons instead, Greg encouraged a most unconventional double date with his co-worker Pia Samuelson and her husband Emmanuel. And after finally agreeing to the idea, she found that she truly enjoyed her time with the gorgeous, sensual Emmanuel; an artist with whom she’d shared a magical night. And while she truly looked forward to seeing him again, she also worried about the effect of their involvement on her relationship with her husband.
“And I take it he was concerned too, considering that he burst into my office this morning and seduced me on top of my desk,” she mused, adding as she now hopped off of said desk and reached for her clothes, “Aside from the splinters I’ve likely procured from the experience, and in some decidedly tender areas, I’d have to say it was an incredible experience.”
She’d hoped, in fact, that she and Greg would follow up their electrifying encounter with some kissing and cuddling; perhaps also with a declaration of love that would put an end to their extramarital shenanigans.
Yet in the immediate aftermath of their lovemaking session, Greg had met her first with silence—and then with the phrase that no woman wanted to hear, ever—especially not from her life mate, and the father of her two children.
“Babe. We have to talk.”
“So let’s talk then,” she told him now, staring at the man she knew so well; but, judging from his set lips and hooded expression, perhaps not as well as she thought.
Oh, she knew immediately the striking man with thick, shoulder length hair that shone deep ebony like the dark of night, framing a face that featured chiseled cheekbones, azure blue eyes, a cleft chin, and full, warm lips.
Somehow, though, he seemed oddly transformed; and, judging from the way that he averted his eyes to the desk beneath him, he seemed none too eager to share with her the reason for this change.
“Out with it, Greg,” she urged him, now standing stock still before him as she planted her hands on her buxom, fully made hips.
Greg sighed long and deep, reaching for his own clothes as he himself started to dress. Then, finally, he looked her straight in the eyes and said, “I’m so sorry, baby, but Pia and I have fallen in love.”
Amanda froze.
“What in the hell are you talking about, Greg?” she asked, tone low and cold. “Did you just tell the mother of your two children that you’re in love with some slutty swinger that you’ve only had sex with once?”
Greg started.
“She’s no slut,” he insisted with a frown, folding his arms before him. “She’s one of the most intelligent, sophisticated women I’ve e
ver met.”
Amanda rolled her eyes.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry I just insulted my husband’s mistress—the woman who is about to play a vital role in destroying my family,” she snapped, adding as she cupped her cheeks in two sardonic hands, “Jesus, where are my manners? Of course, I suppose I can’t place all the blame on her emaciated shoulders—because, really, merchandise can’t be taken unless it’s on the shelf.” She paused here; adding as she pointed a stern finger in the direction of her slouching husband, “I was right, wasn’t I Greg? I suspected that you first suggested this swinging fiasco because you had the hots for a gal at work, and you wanted my official permission to cheat on me with her. But it’s even worse than I thought, as what you really wanted to do was drive me into Emmanuel’s arms, so that you would have a clear path to Pia.”
Greg shook his head.
“No, actually that wasn’t my plan at all—but it may indeed have been what I accomplished,” he revealed, adding as he made a broad gesture toward the dew glistened bouquet of scarlet roses square at the center of her desk, “I didn’t send you the bouquet that I had to keep dodging as I made love to you on your desk.”
Amanda shrugged.
“OK, so I do happen to have a strong romantic connection to the man that you gave me full permission to have sex with,” she admitted, adding with a pointed look in his direction, “I never had any intention, however, of deserting my family for him. How am I supposed to feel about this, Greg? And what am I supposed to tell our children?” she paused here, adding as a single tear creased her plump cheek, “And why did you just make love to me, leading me to think of the act as a new beginning—instead of an ending? A lame, downright repulsive ending? What, were you trying to compare my performance with hers, and maybe I didn’t measure up in the end?”
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