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

by Day, Xondra

  Reaching down, Jeff found Ann’s slick cunt, his fingers exploring her.

  “Fuck,” she gasped.

  “That’s right,” he replied. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it.”

  “Please do.” She turned, and facing away from him, bent over slightly, her hands against the wall of the shower. “Fuck my hot pussy. I want your big cock inside my tight little hole.”

  She wanted it and he wanted to give it to her. But he had something else in mind first.

  He slid down to the floor of the shower, her ass now directly in front of his face. Pushing ahead with his face now wedged beneath her globes, he ground against her wet cunt, his tongue prodding, sliding between her pinkness. Sweet!

  “Spread your legs, babe,” he ordered, pulling back far enough to utter the words. “Show me that sweet lil’ cunt and asshole.”

  Ann spread her legs like he ordered and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart to give him a full, raw view of everything she had to offer.

  “Fucking hot, sweet pussy,” he said, and then ran his tongue across her swollen clit, one finger massaging the ring of her asshole.

  He’d fucked her once in the ass and liked it. He wondered if she’d let him do it again.

  She pushed against his face, burying him with her pussy, moaning and writhing as she did so.

  His cock, now ready to burst with the sheer lust of the scene they were playing out, needed satisfaction. He didn’t dare jack his cock. If he did, most likely he’d come in less than five minutes.

  To his left he spotted a bottle of shampoo. The cap was rounded, the bottle narrow. He grabbed it, and when Ann turned to see what he was doing, he winked.

  “What do you think you’re doing with that?” she asked, her eyes questioning him.

  He pressed the cap to her pussy, and her eyes went wide.

  “That…feels…rather good,” she stammered. He pushed it inside deeper, her lips tight, gripping the plastic.

  “Take it babe, take it all.” With her asshole exposed and her cunt stuffed to the max, he was totally entranced.

  He slid the bottle back and forth in a fucking motion. Leaning ahead again, his tongue found Ann’s asshole, its tip manipulating the tight, ringed muscle.

  “I’m going to cream,” she cried, her voice breaking, her eyes shut. “Oh my! Jeff, drill my pussy. Lick my asshole, honey!”

  Cold! Water…damn it!

  He pulled the bottle from her pussy and turned off the water, a chill coursing through him. “The bed, I want you in the bed…now.”

  Still wet from the shower, Jeff bent Ann over the side of the bed. There wasn’t time for any more foreplay and he needed satisfaction now.

  He pressed the tip of his cock against her lips and slid inside. On the sixth thrust, his excitement overcame him as he exploded deep inside her. “Damn.” He pressed deeper into her until his cock stopped shooting.

  For a moment, neither of them said anything, and then Ann slid out from under him.

  Grabbing a sheet, she pulled it across herself, looking at him as if trying to figure something out.

  “What?” he asked, looking at her, trying to get his shit together, still rocking from his orgasm.

  “The bottle, where did that idea come from?”

  “I dunno. It just happened.”

  She nodded.

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “You saw me in there. What do you think?”

  “True. You said you liked spice. That was kind of spicy.” He dropped next to her.

  “It was, very.” She kissed him, her lips soft and sweet.

  God, he loved her!

  * * * *

  Mike had just finished loading the dishwasher when he heard Jeff calling him from the front hall. “Hey,” he said, greeting him.

  “Ann tells me you started some of the work.”

  Once again, Jeff looked sexy as all hell standing there in a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Being around him made it so hard to concentrate on their conversations.

  “I did. I painted the hall today and started to strip the wallpaper in the bedroom.”

  Jeff looked to the walls of the hall. “This looks great. It’s a good color.”

  “I figured it would be best to stick to neutral colors, given with what I was faced with when I moved in.”

  “Smart.”

  “So yeah, it’s been tough in the bedroom. Ann was by today, and she suggested just stripping the walls bare and putting up new drywall.”

  “I’ll have a look, if you like? Ann may be right.”

  “Sure, just follow me and don’t mind the mess. Everything is still all over the place.”

  They entered the bedroom, and he stood back as Jeff examined the situation. “So, what’s the verdict?”

  “The walls look good. You would save yourself a lot of work if you rented a steamer. It would take a bit of time and patience, but gutting the room would take much longer. It’s up to you which route you want to go. That’s what I would do.”

  If only Jeff knew the things he’d like to do.

  Jeff bent over and picked up a piece of wallpaper, his ass looking ever so delectable—two perfect buns ready to be grabbed.

  Focus!

  Jeff turned quickly, and a half grin rose across his lips. “Were you just looking at…my ass?”

  How the fuck was he supposed to answer that? He swallowed hard and his eyes went everywhere besides Jeff. “Ah…no. I was looking at the…window.”

  “I don’t mind if you do look at me…like that. It doesn’t bother me. I’m open.”

  This was totally awkward. Jeff was straight, or so he thought. Could it be possible that he wasn’t? “I might have looked,” he admitted, not knowing what else to say.

  “Ann tells me I have a nice butt. I can understand how another man would admire it. You’re pretty built yourself.”

  “That’s many hours at the gym. I like to keep fit. I feel better for it, and it keeps my mind busy. Plus, it relieves stress. I started to get into it after Jackson died.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that. I can’t imagine losing the person you love like that.”

  “I cope.” He failed to mention that coping had consisted of cutting himself off from family and friends for the past couple of years. Up to now, he’d found solace in isolating himself. In a world alone, a person could not be hurt. He limited his only socialization to work. Until Ann and Jeff came along, he’d had no intentions of changing that.

  “Still, it must be hard.” Jeff stared at him, the man’s eyes penetrating.

  He sat down on the bed and looked down at the floor. “Love is hard. Up until Jackson, I hadn’t experienced it. I didn’t know what I was missing. I often wish I could go back to feeling like that. But that would mean no Jackson. And we had our good years together. I wouldn’t give those up, not for anything. Even if it meant not hurting.”

  Jeff sat next to him, arms folded across his chest. “I had an experience once, with a guy. It happened a long time ago.”

  “You did.” His cock stirred. “How did that happen?” He had to ask.

  “I was eighteen. It was with my best friend. We got to talking one weekend while my parents were out of town and he stayed over. He told me he thought he was gay. The rest you can sort of guess.”

  “Wow,” he replied, astonished at Jeff’s revelation. “I had nothing like that happen in my youth. You lucky fucker.” He laughed. “Trust me, I wished for it. Hell, I dreamt about it every night throughout my teen years.”

  “It was a one-time thing. I haven’t done anything since.”

  “I won’t say anything, man.”

  “It’s not a big secret. I mean, I don’t go around broadcasting it, but Ann knows about it. She often kids me about it to rile me up.”

  “Ann’s a good woman. She’s been very kind and helpful to me.”

  “She is. I love her to pieces.” Jeff turned to him. “Since we’re being honest here a
nd everything is sort of hanging out on both sides, I have this…attraction to you. It’s strange because I haven’t felt anything remotely like this in years. Hell, since I married Ann, I hardly look at other women, and I never noticed other men. Yet, sitting here next to you…I’m hard as a fucking rock and I want to kiss you so bad.”

  Had he heard right, or was this some crazy-assed dream? Here was this guy, one of the hottest men he’d ever seen, confessing stuff to him. The man was married. This was nuts. “Then do it,” he blurted. “I think you’re hot. I have from the first moment we met.”

  * * * *

  Jeff leaned closer to Mike. Kissing another guy was foreign to him, but he wanted it, bad.

  It happened slowly at first, and then something lit between him and Mike. Kissing this man was much different than kissing Ann. Mike was more demanding, his tongue swirling, exploring.

  He felt one of Mike’s hands on his leg, squeezing. This wasn’t good, yet he was doing nothing to stop what he had started.

  His hands found Mike’s chest. Underneath his touch, he felt solid, hard muscle. He wanted to explore this man all over. He wanted to see what he had spotted last night in the dark through the bathroom window.

  “Jeff?”

  The two men broke apart. It was Ann. Neither of them had heard the front door open.

  He stood up from the bed and shot Mike a warning look to say nothing. “Not one word,” he whispered.

  Mike passed him and went out into the hall. “We’re down here, in the bedroom. Jeff was just telling me the best way to get rid of this damned wallpaper.”

  Coming into the room, Ann went to Jeff’s side. “Isn’t it horrid?”

  “Yeah. It’s something straight out of your mother’s house.”

  “Oh, you love my mother.” She tapped him playfully on the arm. “Mike, you’ve haven’t had the pleasure of meeting my mother yet. She’s different.”

  “That’s a pleasant way of saying she’s insane,” he added. “I’m sure in time you’ll meet her. You can then judge for yourself. You’ve seen The Wizard of Oz? She was in line for the witch’s role, originally.”

  Ann tapped him again. “You are so bad.”

  “Anyway, enough about that woman. It’s bad enough I’m somewhat related to her.

  “Mike, I’ll come around tomorrow evening after work and we’ll get started.”

  Mike nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

  After they said their brief good-byes, they left.

  * * * *

  “Kevin’s having an affair on Gwenn,” she said, settling on the couch next to Jeff, who had turned on the TV.

  “What? Are you serious?” he asked. “When did all of this happen?”

  “Gwenn called his morning. I went over there and she told me she thinks he is.”

  “Then she isn’t certain.”

  “I guess not. But he didn’t come home last night. That’s odd, even for him.”

  “I don’t like the guy. He’s a freaking creep. Gwenn may be a tad strange, but she could have done better than him.”

  Ann agreed. “There is also a vast amount of money missing from their bank account. Gwenn said thousands.”

  “Motherfucker! How long has she suspected this?

  “For some time now. This is the first she’s mentioned it to me. I felt so bad for her when I was there. The house is a mess, and it’s obvious she isn’t coping well.”

  “The picture of perfection is coming undone. There’s poetic justice in that,” said Jeff, flicking through the channels.

  “That isn’t nice.”

  “I just meant that Gwenn has always pretended she had the perfect marriage and life, period. That gets old and annoying rather quick.”

  What he said was true. “It might be the best thing for her to get away from Kevin. She changed after they married. She used to be somewhat fun to be around.”

  “Assholes usually suck the life out of others. And Kevin qualifies as the biggest of them all. I’d be happy to see her divorce the bastard.”

  “She also gave me the keys to their cottage.”

  “Really?” Jeff looked amazed. “She must be losing her mind. That place is frigging awesome and right on the lake.”

  “She said we may as well go up there and use it sometime since they haven’t been near it this summer.”

  “That’s fucking great. We can spend a weekend up there and relax, barbeque, and just be lazy. I could so do with a few days like that.”

  “Then we’ll do this weekend,” she suggested. “I can take the laptop, it’ll help with my writing, and perhaps we can ask Mike to come along.”

  “Sure, that’d be excellent.”

  Ann snuggled into Jeff. “Great. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

  Chapter Seven

  The next day, Mike went through the house making a mental note of everything that needed fixing or replacing. If they were doing this, they’d do it right.

  The yard was a whole other can of worms. The Donaldsons hadn’t been gardening fanatics by any stretch of the imagination.

  He stopped to take a look at the myriad of rose bushes that lined the end of the property. They needed to be pruned, badly. The scent from their blossoms wafted up, and he was reminded of his mother. She always kept miniature rose bushes in the house when he was a kid.

  He grew up in the city on a street that was nothing more than rows of townhouses with small backyards. “A patch of grass and nothing more,” his father used to say. “Just enough to stretch your legs and make you think you have a bit of something.” He smiled, remembering that.

  His mother would have loved it here. He wished they both could have lived to see him with his own house.

  “They’re great,” said Ann, calling out, walking up the expanse of the backyard. “I’ve always admired them. I tried to grow roses once, but it didn’t work out. I don’t have a green thumb.”

  “Your garden’s lovely.” He assumed she and Jeff did the work.

  “Landscapers. We had them come in and redo the whole place. My gardening consists of adding a few annuals every year and maintaining what comes back every year.”

  “It’s a little late for me to start this year. However, I plan on getting my hands dirty next spring. I’ve always had the interest, and now I have the space to indulge myself.” He squinted, looking up at the sun. “This is some great weather.”

  “Oh. I was going to leave this until tonight when we came by after dinner, but I see no reason not to ask now.” She knew about him and Jeff kissing. Kill me, kill me right now!

  “My sister has offered us use of her cottage. We’re planning on going up there this weekend. Would you like to come with us? The cottage sits on a lake. It’s gorgeous this time of year.”

  This probably wasn’t a good idea. And while his mind screamed, telling him to refuse, that being around Jeff so much wasn’t a good thing, his feelings got ahold of his better judgement. “Sure, I’d love to.”

  * * * *

  Just when she settled in front of the computer, the phone rang.

  “Perfect timing,” muttered Ann, picking it up, not bothering to check the caller ID first.

  “Hello, Ann, dear, how are you?” asked her editor, Marlene. “I was just sitting here in my office and you came into my mind. So, I thought I’d give you a call to see how everything’s coming along.”

  This translated into you better be nearing the end of your damned book!

  “I’m doing great, and yourself.” She kept her tone light.

  “Well you know, just working my ass off here. It’s never ending.” Marlene laughed, and then Ann heard her suck in a breath. “How’s the book coming along?”

  And there it was, the real reason why Marlene had called.

  “It’s coming along very well.” She still had an adequate amount of time to meet her deadline. “Is there a problem?”

  “No.” Marlene stopped. “Well, if you could hurry up the pace on this one, we could possibly get you an earlier r
elease date. I know writing isn’t easy work. But it’s a compliment to you as an author. You have voracious readers, and they are anxiously awaiting your next book.”

  It was a compliment, and one that Ann relished. “That’s always good to know. I’ll see what I can do. I’m not making any promises. It either flows or it doesn’t some days.”

  “I totally understand,” gushed Marlene. “I adore your stuff. It’s simply divine and terribly delicious.”

  Marlene made it sound as if her books were something decadent to eat. Ann fought to not laugh.

  “You’re one of our top sellers.”

  “That’s what I’ve been told.” Her name was splashed all over the best-seller lists with her last book. “Let’s hope it continues.”

  “Let’s,” said Marlene. “I’ll call back sometime next week to check in. I hate to have to run here, but I have another call coming in. And you know how celebs can be, they hate to wait.”

  Ann rolled her eyes. She expected Marlene to name-drop at any point now.

  “Byeeeee.” Marlene hung up

  Now, thought Ann. Where shall you go next, Delilah?

  * * * *

  Two hours passed before Ann got up from the computer. She’d hit a good flow, and after writing a chapter with just a couple of brief breaks to brainstorm, she decided to call it a day and figure out what to have for dinner.

  Jeff arrived home a little after six. “Something smells wonderful,” he said, giving her a hug,

  “And it isn’t just me,” she replied. “It’s pizza, homemade with extra bacon. Just the way you like it.”

  “Even better. I lurves me some bacon.” He squeezed her tight, holding her to him. “I’ll shower and be back straight afterwards.”

  She entertained the idea of joining him. If she did, the pizza would most likely burn. Lately, she’d been feeling rather…horny. She liked sex, this was nothing new, but these days she could easily do it more often. And if Jeff wasn’t working and around more, she would.

  Was it some midlife thing? Some silly moment she was having? She didn’t know, and she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She tingled thinking about it…sex.