Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Day, Xondra

  “I plan on it, all night long, babe.”

  He almost laughed at that line, but instead a naughty grin formed. With his eyes shut he started to feel something different. Hot!

  He pushed down, this time not with his asshole but with his entire body. He wanted Jackson all the way inside him.

  “Do it like that. Grind down on my cock, handsome. You know you want it. You want me fucking that tight, virgin asshole. Fuck yeah, man. Do me like that. Work my cock with that hot hole. Milk me, you studly bastard!”

  Just the dirty talk alone was enough to make his balls burst. This, combined with Jackson between his legs fucking him hard and pumping his cock, was absolute heaven.

  “Fuck me,” he said, his voice a mere whisper, almost a gasp.

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he yelled.

  The man who had been nothing more than a stranger earlier that night had shown him another way, another way to experience pleasure, and feeling his asshole getting pounded, stuffed full of cock, he had never experienced anything so hot, so erotic, ever in his life.

  He sucked in a breath and then another. His cock was on fire, his nuts ready to spew their contents out through the top of his throbbing shaft. He moved, trying to break free from Jackson, seeking release, and when it did come, he thought he’d pass out, his senses on overload.

  “Shoot that hot fucking load. Yeah, that’s fucking hot. Hot cum all over your belly!”

  Jackson groaned, pushing deep and holding his cock in place. “I’m coming,” he cried. “Hot fucking asshole, milking my cock. Hot damn!”

  It was over.

  And that was how their first night together started and ended. It would be the first of many, for years to come.

  * * * *

  Jeff felt tired yet wasn’t in the mood to go to bed. He had things on his mind, things that confused him.

  Slipping out the back door, he walked out on the patio and looked up at the sky. Ann would be asleep right now. When she walked into the kitchen, he wondered if she had heard any of their conversation. Inside he felt a tinge of guilt. But it wasn’t like he had done anything wrong. It was just conversation with Mike and nothing more. He kept telling himself that.

  When a light flicked on next door, his attention moved to it along with his eyes.

  Mike.

  Through the window, he watched a naked Mike standing taking a piss in the bathroom. The guy was fucking built, all muscle.

  He averted his eyes to the ground and then looked up again. This was bad. This was invading the man’s privacy. There wasn’t one thing decent about it, and he damned well knew it. Yet it turned him on seeing Mike nude. His cock went from flaccid to rock hard in under a minute. Pulling it out, he gripped it in the dark and started to stroke, his eyes on Mike’s hot, sizzling body.

  Never before had he realized you could see into the neighbor’s bathroom like this. Not that he would have wanted to with the previous occupants.

  When Mike turned away after flushing, his eyes caught sight of the man’s perfect ass. Tan lines! He imagined bending Mike over, sliding his cock between his asscheeks, fucking him.

  Faster! He arched his back as he came, biting down on his bottom lip, not daring to make any noise. The bathroom went dark.

  With his cock still in his hand, he stared at the dark window. This wasn’t good, not good at all.

  Upstairs he found Ann asleep. Stripping down to his bare skin, he slid into bed next to her.

  She stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. And try as he might, he couldn’t get the image of Mike’s ass out of his mind. His cock stirred again thinking about it. He turned on his side and shut his eyes, hoping sleep would find him soon.

  Chapter Five

  Ann woke to the ringing of the phone, or to be exact, the answering machine cutting in just as her eyes opened.

  It was Gwenn, but she didn’t sound right. She wasn’t her usual, peppy self.

  Ann glanced at the clock and groaned as she tossed the bedclothes to the side and slipped out. This morning was much cooler than it had been. She was grateful for the relief in the weather.

  First, she brushed her teeth and dressed in something more than just the panties she had worn to bed. Then it was off to listen to the machine to see what Gwenn was calling for.

  Ann pressed the button and waited for the message to start, stifling a yawn with one hand.

  “Ann, it’s Gwenn. You’re probably not up yet, but when you are, could you call me or better yet, stop by.” Her voice broke, and it sounded like she had been crying. “I guess that’s it…bye.”

  Weird!

  Gwenn was always the picture of perfection. Then it came to her. Perhaps something had happened to her father. He might be in hospital or…dead, and this was Gwenn’s way of telling her to ease the blow.

  This thought kicked her into high speed. She’d forgo the shower and the coffee and head straight to her sister’s house. She really hoped this wasn’t the reason why Gwenn was calling. This was something she was so not ready to face yet.

  Once in the car, she sped off down the road, being mindful of the speed limit. Her mind now in overdrive, much like the car, she tried to remain calm, in control. Breaking down never helped anything or anyone.

  * * * *

  “Gwenn, what is it?” she asked, her voice frantic once her sister opened the door. “Is it Dad?”

  “Well, come right on in,” replied Gwenn. “It isn’t Dad. Dad’s fine from what I know.”

  “But you sounded upset on the answering machine. I just thought that’s what it had to be. Christ, you had me thinking all sorts of bad things.” She entered the house, shaking her head, but also feeling a great sense of relief. “Is it Jade?”

  “No. Jade’s fine. She’s outside playing with the neighbor’s kids. I called you because I need someone to talk to. You know I’m not the best at making friends. I’ve never been. I’m not like you, Ann. I don’t have the knack for it.”

  Gwenn looked tired, and from her dress, disheveled.

  “What’s wrong?” She could tell that something definitely wasn’t right with her sister, and walking through the house to the kitchen, that was apparent all around them.

  Gwenn was an immaculate homemaker. She was fiercely proud of her house. But that certainly didn’t show at this time.

  Various things had been strewn around the house, while other items were out of their places, and dust, actual dust, could be found. This so wasn’t the Gwenn that Ann had known to be her sister.

  “The house is a little…messy. I’ve had no mind to tend to it lately. Not with the other stuff that’s been going on here. Ann, that’s why I needed you to come here, to talk with me. I don’t know what to do.”

  Ann placed her purse on the kitchen table along with her car keys. She had an inkling about what Gwenn’s problems might be. But she wasn’t going to be the one to open this can of worms.

  Gwenn filled the coffeemaker with water and set it to brew. She looked to Ann. “I’m in desperate need of a cup.”

  “Count me in. I jumped out of bed and came straight here.”

  “It’s Kevin. I think he’s having an affair,” explained Gwenn. “And before you go on and tell me how he’s an asshole, hear me out.”

  Ann sat down, eager to hear what her sister had to say next.

  “Last night for the first time ever, Kevin didn’t come home. He called just before dinner to say that he’d be working late at the office. How cliché is that?”

  It was.

  “Like a fool, I made more excuses for him in my head. I told myself that it takes a lot of money to maintain everything we have, like the house, the cottage, the cars, and vacations. This hasn’t been the first thing to key me in that something might be happening with another woman.

  “Last week while I was doing the laundry, I found makeup on the collar of one of his shirts and the scent of a perfume that I don’t wear.”

  “Has he said anything to y
ou?” asked Ann.

  “Nothing. When he’s here, he pretends like everything is fine. And it is, except we no longer…do it.

  “Kevin always liked…sex.” Gwenn lowered her voice as if she was afraid someone might be listening. “It’s been well over a month. Please, Ann, tell me I’m being silly. Tell me this isn’t happening because I don’t think I can bear to get through it.”

  “He didn’t come home last night at all? Did he call?”

  Gwenn shook her head. “He didn’t call, text…nothing. I called his cell and it was turned off.”

  The telling, turned-off cell phone. That was a sure way to tell that a man was cheating if you already suspected it.

  “I never liked him,” proclaimed Ann. “He’s a bastard and you’re too good for him. I told you to not marry him.”

  “I know, I know.” Gwenn sighed and went to the coffeemaker, pouring two cups. “I know all of this. It’s so darned hard to wrap my mind around it. I thought our marriage was good. I thought it would last.”

  “What will you do?” Ann sipped her coffee.

  “What do you think I should do? What would you do if this was you and Jeff?”

  She thought about that for a moment, and the truth was she honestly didn’t know and hoped she’d never be in that situation. “I don’t know. I do know I would have a hard time knowing that Jeff had been with another woman. That would kill me.”

  “God, I get angry thinking about that,” said Gwenn. “But there’s more.”

  Ann raised one brow in wonderment. What else could there be?

  “There is a lot of money missing from our bank account. I’m talking thousands.

  “I haven’t confronted him about that…yet.”

  “What’s he doing with the money?” She never liked Kevin, and she always found him strange. But this was weird, even for him.

  “I haven’t the slightest clue. I was going to confront him soon, once I had the nerve. Maybe he’s planning another life with his other woman?”

  * * * *

  Mike groaned. The floral explosion in the bedroom wasn’t coming off the walls easily.

  “Wallpaper from hell,” he muttered, attempting to remove another strip. What the hell had these people been thinking?

  It wasn’t happening, and underneath was another layer, this one in a bold sixties swirl pattern.

  Enough!

  He was losing his patience fast with it. He’d leave it for now and return to it later. Perhaps Jeff or Ann had an easier way of removing it.

  Paint. Surely, that he could handle without help. Earlier that morning he’d went to the hardware store and picked up a couple gallons of a glorious light sand color to repaint the hall and entryway. It would be a step up from its current mint green.

  Ten minutes later, with a paint roller in one hand and a beer in the other, he braced himself and dug in.

  After an hour had passed, he stood back to admire his handiwork. It looked damned good, a vast improvement.

  Just as he was about to grab another beer from the kitchen, he heard a knock tapping at the front door.

  He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to find Ann standing there. “Ann, how nice to see you.”

  “I thought I’d stop in for a look…at the house.”

  “Come on in. The place is a mess with the move. I haven’t managed to sort through everything, and I started painting, as you can see,” he said. “Mind the walls. They’re not completely dry yet.”

  “Oh, wow, I love the high ceilings and that color, it’s gorgeous.”

  “Clean Sand.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “That’s the name of the color. I figured neutral tones throughout the house would work best.”

  “Good choice. So no floral, then?” She laughed.

  “No floral. Not in this lifetime or the next, if I have anything to say about it. And speaking of floral, I have a question about wallpaper. Come on, follow me to the bedroom.

  “This stuff is a bitch to remove. There’s layers of it.” He pulled down a strip to show her.

  “God, that’s awful.” Ann winced and smirked. “That sixties pattern, it looks like something from an acid trip. The Donaldsons must have been kicking it back in the day.”

  “I’m starting to think so,” he replied. “They probably hosted sex swap parties and smoked reefer while dropping acid into their exotic, fruity drinks.”

  Ann burst out laughing. “If only you could have met them. I’m just picturing it now.”

  “Okay. Back to business. How in the hell can I get this off?”

  “There isn’t any easy way to remove it. You can steam it off, but you need a steamer to do that. The alternative is to soak it off with warm, soapy water. It still takes time, but it helps ease the work. Or you can strip the walls bare and put up new drywall.”

  He pondered both options. “What would you do?”

  Ann pulled at a strip until it came off in her hand. “I’d strip it. It’s a bit more work, but in the end you will have a better, finished look. I’ll mention it to Jeff when he gets home this evening to see what his opinion is.”

  Jeff. Handsome, sexy, slightly brutish Jeff.

  “I’m not so sure if that’s a great idea. I meant to tell you that when we were alone. He seems awfully busy, and it might not be fair to expect him to do this work here. I don’t want to take advantage of him.” Advantage…Jeff…naked.

  “You won’t be taking advantage of him. He’s fine. It’ll keep him out of trouble.” She glanced at her watch. “Damn. I have to get back to the house. My novel refuses to write itself. I’ll drop around later tonight, with Jeff. It’ll allow him to evaluate the work needed here. And stop worrying.”

  “Thanks, Ann.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  He walked her to the door, and after a brief exchange about coordinating paint colors, she left.

  * * * *

  Jeff was so ready to call it a day. And with just one hour or work left, he looked forward to heading home for a hot shower and then resting in front of the TV with a much-needed beer.

  Drywall dust coated everything, but things were shaping up, and soon they’d be done here, ready to move on to the next project.

  In the master bathroom, two of his crew worked installing ceramic tile while another did the same downstairs in the foyer. Work. It never ended.

  He wondered how Mike was making out with his house. He pitied the guy, he really did. There was something likeable about him, and it wasn’t just the physical attraction he felt towards him, which still scared him a fair bit.

  After dinner, he’d take the time and drop in to see him, to see how much work was needed and what it would entail. It was the right and proper neighborly thing to do. He told himself that was his only interest. Mike was a new friend, and friends helped each other out.

  “I need another set of hands,” called a guy from downstairs in the foyer. “Anyone?”

  Jeff popped from his daze. “Yup,” he called back. “Sure thing. I’m on my way.”

  * * * *

  Ann sat in front of the computer, her thoughts not on the task at hand.

  The conversation she’d had with Gwenn stirred her and not in a good way. It wasn’t as if she was shocked to learn that Kevin was a definite bastard. She’d known that when Gwenn married him. This was just the icing on the cake, the validation for the feelings she carried for him all these years.

  Gwenn didn’t deserve this. Her sister had spent the majority of her life catering to…that man.

  Now fuming, Ann put her fingers to the keys and started in on the next chapter, where Delilah seeks her revenge on a cheating boyfriend. How ironic.

  Five pages in, she sat back in the chair and thought about what to write next.

  She wished her sister had the strength that Delilah had. But it wasn’t in Gwenn’s nature. They may have been sisters, but the two of them were so not alike.

  How anyone could cheat was beyond her. For h
er, marriage was sacred. It was a bond between two people that went way deeper than words on paper or some oath said before God.

  It wasn’t that she was stupid or naïve. Hell, most people did think about it. For instance, last night she couldn’t help but think about Mike in that way. But would she ever go for it if it was offered up to her by him or any man? No.

  She read the words she’d just written. Delilah was a great character. She was so full of zest and life, not afraid to be out there and think way outside the box. But she didn’t start out that way. Her story was one of liberation in every way possible, including sexual.

  But fiction was not reality.

  Chapter Six

  He felt like a total dirtbag!

  Jeff headed from his truck into the house with plans to head straight for the shower. But when Ann emerged from the living room wearing nothing more than a smile, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What are you doing?” he asked. Not that he was complaining or anything. This just wasn’t her style.

  “I was upstairs writing, and well…I got to thinking about us and how much I love you.” She walked toward him, her arms curling around his neck, her body now pressed firmly against his.

  “Is everything all right?” he asked with much concern.

  She looked up at him. “I’m fine. I thought it would be nice to spice things up a bit.”

  He grinned. “Well, you know I’m always up for spice. How about joining me in the shower? You can…scrub my back.”

  Ann reached down and unzipped him, pulling his hard cock from inside his jeans. “Among other various parts.” She squeezed him tight, causing him to groan.

  When she stepped into the shower beside him, they kissed hard and fast. They entwined in each other’s arms, slick skin sliding, caressing, wanting.