Madeleine Wakes (A Wife-Watching Romance): Book One of the Madeleine Trilogy
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Hugo certainly enjoyed oral sex, and as Madeleine had emerged recently with her newly sensuous, sexy confidence, the thought of going down on her seemed to be ever more often on his mind. The previous night, he’d been surprised at how she had seemed to accept it, embrace it, rather than encouraging him to move on to the penetration, the “full” sex, as she might have in the old days.
Hugo turned to see the apartment across the way had changed in form—the lights were now low, which gave a whole different look to the place, made it seem somehow smaller, more intimate. The partygoers were drinking and chatting, while others were smoking in what seemed wrong for an indoor location. Hugo wondered what Madeleine had seen over there.
“They have a different attitude toward sex than we did, I think,” Madeleine said. “More open, more… expressive.”
Her fingers seemed to be taking on a life of their own, circling her sex and penetrating it, slowly, but building in intensity. It was as though the rest of her body was merely along for the ride, her chest slowly undulating as her breathing deepened in response to her manipulation.
“Expressive?”
She gasped suddenly, tilting her head back for a moment to suck in a sudden lungful of oxygen. Then she regained control, flashing him a mischievous grin by way of apology for interrupting their conversation.
She said: “I don’t know… it’s hard to explain. They’re just more confident, more passionate…”
“See,” she whispered, and they both looked across the street to see one of the bedrooms in the students’ apartment was now occupied by more than just coats. A male student was lying on his back, a pretty redhead sitting astride him, her skirt hiked up so he could access her. She wasn’t sitting astride his crotch, either—quite the other end.
Hugo felt a hint of envy, but that feeling quickly turned into desire, a craving to be performing the same kind of thing for his pretty wife.
“You like that?” he asked her. “That they do this kind of thing so much?”
She looked at him, appearing to silently debate the question in her own head. Then she nodded. “I think it’s nice. I guess… I guess I never thought people did that because they wanted to. But those guys over there really do seem to want to. It’s not just to please their partners.”
He said: “I guess the younger generations are more in tune with sexual equality, even than ours.”
“Maybe.”
Hugo heard Madeleine quietly moan now as she watched this couple across the way, the young red-haired woman casually sitting there astride her companion’s face, grinding her hips over him. He realized he could hear the wet sounds of her fingers slipping inside her. Was she imagining being that redhead?
A trifle unexpectedly, Hugo started feeling disappointed that Madeleine’s crush wasn’t currently over there. He was curious, about how she would respond to see him again while in the company of her husband.
“I don’t understand why you’re not angry about it,” she said.
“Why should I be angry?”
“When we were first dating you couldn’t stand the idea of me even looking at another guy.”
“When we were first dating there was every chance you’d want to stop dating me. We’re married now.”
Hugo heard her catch her breath, and felt himself tremble a little, his heart rate picking up. Madeleine’s crush was back from dinner.
“He’s there. I see him.”
Acknowledgements
A few notes of thanks are in order now that the Madeleine Trilogy has begun.
First and foremost, I have to thank my beautiful and inspirational wife, who not only tolerates my fondness for writing these adult-themed stories (aka "filth"), but even assures me that she enjoys them, although I have never been able to penetrate the mystery of which aspects really catch her interest.
I’d like to thank Kenny Wright, my editor for this trilogy, who has given me invaluable advice and support during the last year of writing, as well as producing the finished result through KW Publishing.
Thanks also to my supportive fellow authors Kirsten McCurran and Ben Boswell, whose erotic stories provide exciting and enlightening insights into insatiable wives, and whose discussions have helped shape my thoughts.
And finally a huge note of appreciation to you, Dear Reader, for hitting the "buy" button and taking a chance on this book. This book and those coming in future simply would not exist without your support. Madeleine Wakes is only the first book charting a long journey for Madeleine and Hugo, but if you have enjoyed the story so far, then please do leave a little review where you purchased the book, to help others find their way.
About the Author
Max Sebastian lives in London with his wife and child, and has been writing erotica for more than 10 years, winning awards including Literotica.com’s Best Erotic Couplings Story, Reader’s Choice Sci-Fi & Fantasy Story and Best First-Time Story.
Breaking into the world of indie publishing in late 2011, with his first full length erotic novel Anarchy of the Heart arriving in 2012, and Submitting to Her a year later, his writing explores various erotic fantasies and kinks, from sweet vanilla erotic romance to spicy ménage stories, revealing voyeurism/exhibitionism, scandalous wife-sharing, sensual femdom and light BDSM. His stories particularly focus on sexy, independent and empowered females along with the strong, sensitive men who can help them find their happy ever after.
You can find Max online at maxsebastian.net, on Twitter @MaxSebastian, on Facebook at facebook.com/writermax, and on GoodReads at goodreads.com/maxsebastian.
And, readers are always very welcome to contact Max by emailing Max@MaxSebastian.net.
Also by Max Sebastian
Novels
Anarchy of the Heart
Madeleine Wakes
Madeleine Plays
Madeleine Strays
Submitting to Her
Short stories
Inside Source
Sexual Healing
Two Anonymous Souls
The Wives with Benefits Collection (Wife-sharing short stories)
Retribution
The Other Guy is Paying
The Female-Led Collection (Light femdom short stories)
In Her Service
Stockholm
She was a Good Girl
The New Adult Collection (Coming-of-age short stories)
A Girl in the Library
A Kiss is Just a Kiss
Waiting in Line for a New iPad