Jace shook his head. That sounded extreme.
His wife was more levelheaded than that. “Maybe, maybe not. But I have some things in mind to spice us up at home before we discuss anything else. Just like Piper instructed Caroline the day before yesterday, we plan on taking baby steps. My wife woke up yesterday completely appalled by what happened, and your wife was there for maybe ten seconds. I’m not going to be the one to decide what Caroline wants. I’ll help her figure it out if she asks, but this is all up to her. But I can tell you, I’ll be open to whatever it is. This conversation has been eye-opening in more ways than one.”
“Glad I could be of help, and good luck.” Michael held his empty glass up in a salute. “May the Force be with you.”
* * *
Caroline found herself wandering around Tenney Park. It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was high in the sky, and the warmth felt great after the long, cold Midwestern winter.
She needed to clear her head, and the fresh air helped.
Jace was having lunch with Michael, and Piper had canceled their lunch date this morning. Piper worked at an ad agency, and there was some kind of emergency meeting with a huge client who had flown in this morning at the last minute.
Caroline had been so relieved not to have to talk to Piper about what had happened, she’d taken the entire day off.
Now it was time for her to sort out everything that had been flying around in her head.
She sat down on a bench, facing Lake Mendota, exhaling slowly. She didn’t want to think about what Jace and Michael were talking about. She’d coached Jace this morning not to reveal anything about their sex life to Michael, but she knew how men were. They swapped stories like it was a sport. She was still mortified that Piper had witnessed Jace being intimate with her, but through that mortification, a kernel of something else had begun to sprout and grow. It’d gone from a seedling to an oak tree in a very short amount of time, which she’d found to be alarming.
It was something she didn’t want to address, because if she acknowledged it, she’d have to validate it. And if that happened, she feared she’d have to admit she was broken in some way. Or depraved. Yes, that was a word her mother would use if she knew Caroline’s most inner thoughts. Sexually depraved. Yet these provocative thoughts swirled around in her mind like they belonged there, floating through her consciousness without a care in the world.
And they wouldn’t leave her alone, no matter what she did, like daydreams with dirty little minds of their own.
Even now they plagued her.
She sighed as another one replayed in her brain without her permission. She was with Jace, and they were watching another couple have sex. The couple was loving, she knew it instinctively, but they were going at it like no one was watching, saying things to each other—private things, incredibly sexy things—and it was raw and wild. Then, when she thought she would explode from need, Jason laid her out and began to fuck her, hard and rough. It was good, so good. She called out his name, she was close, but she couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until something else happened. The other man, his face was unimportant, came forward. He was naked and reeked of sex. She’d never met him before, didn’t want to know him outside of this interaction, and only when he leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, whispering something sexy, did she break apart.
That’s all it had taken.
Another man’s mouth on her.
The incredible high from that daydream alone left her wet and wanting every single time it played out. She was so confused she couldn’t see straight anymore.
How could that be what she wanted?
Another man’s touch?
She felt so ashamed.
At the thought of Jace finding out she desired another man in their bed, she shuddered inwardly. She had unsuccessfully tried to scrub the dream, and the others that had cropped up, from her mind many times since they’d settled there, but they wouldn’t leave. She knew if she didn’t rid herself of them, they would grow and fester into something else—something that could harm her beautiful life with Jason.
Caroline wasn’t going to let that happen.
She had to get past it. That’s why she was here. She was going to cleanse her thoughts completely and figure out a way to amp up their sex life without involving anyone else.
She would do whatever it took.
Jace was enough. He’d always be enough.
She leaned forward, resting her head in her hands, finally giving in to the weariness that pressed down on her. But her ungrateful brain kept rewinding to what Piper had told her over those four hours they’d sat in the kitchen drinking.
Piper believed craving this kind of sexual stimulation was totally normal.
She’d told Caroline, very confidently, “Our response to sexual pleasure comes from the same place in the brain that responds to recreational drug use. We’re animals, Caroline. Plain and simple. This mating-for-life thing is wonderful and keeps us happy in the long term, feeding us a constant stream of dopamine. But a huge sexual encounter creates an avalanche of it. It’s totally normal to crave pleasure. And, as it turns out, some of us will do anything to get it. And why the hell not? Why deprive yourself of the best high you’ll ever have next to doing a line of cocaine?” She’d laughed. “Seriously, the only reason most people aren’t sexually adventurous is because society tells us it’s wrong, and sinful, and horrible, and hedonistic, that you’ll go to hell, or there’s something wrong with you. But I don’t have time for any of that bullshit anymore.” She’d waved her hand. “Whatever you agree on in your own marriage, for your own pleasure, is not wrong. Hell, in Renaissance France, everyone had lovers, even the baker and his wife! Everyone partook in pleasure where they could find it. Why should we live any different? Life is short, and society is dead wrong when it comes to sex. I plan to live my life to the fullest, enjoying every carnal thing I can get my hands on.”
Was society wrong?
Caroline had been raised strict Episcopalian. Her family was church-going and devout to this very day. Even though she and Jace had stopped attending regularly after their first year here, she still held those beliefs in her heart. America was built on a religious foundation. Everyone knew that.
Was there an in-between?
A place where family and belief were separate from carnal pleasure?
There was so much to contemplate, it made her head hurt.
Caroline finally sat up and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her. But the park was quiet. She gazed out at the lake and let her thoughts wander to Jace and their life together. They had so many wonderful memories. All their years as a couple tumbled together, the day they first met, Christmases, birthdays, their wedding day, his smile, his heart, their love.
She made a decision.
Right then and there.
No more foolish daydreams. She wanted a quiet life with Jason. It was the only way. She wasn’t cut out to live on an emotional roller coaster. It would eventually tear her apart. Even if Piper was right and society was wrong, Caroline had too much baggage to make such a huge life change, especially one that was so socially unacceptable. She wasn’t wired that way. Her upbringing had been too strict. It wasn’t something she would be able to change even if she wanted to. She and Jace would never come out unscathed. She knew that. She loved her husband and her marriage, and she wanted to keep that whole more than one hot night of sex with a stranger.
She stood and brushed dirt from the park bench off her pants. As she did, she vowed she would double her efforts to make sure her sex life with Jace was spicy and brand new without any outside interference.
She would be the smitten kitten Jace adored.
And once she did that, she was certain her daydreams would be left behind for good.
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“More, Jason…yes, just like that,” Caroline panted. The moans from the porn playing in the bac
kground made her nipples harden.
She couldn’t believe she was actually seated in a sex swing.
Her legs were spread wide in the air, her feet braced in the loops. It was less of a swing and more like a harness, but her husband’s hunch that they would enjoy it had been right on the money. The freedom of movement was divine, and seeing him naked and standing sentinel in front of her, gliding her body forward and back like a pendulum, was nothing short of epically erotic.
Jace had beaten her at her own game in the make-it-new pleasure department.
He’d been fairly tight-lipped about his lunch with Michael, giving her only a few insights. But he’d confessed that he’d had an epiphany while he’d been there and was excited to “surprise” her.
She’d been game to play along.
They’d been bantering back and forth for two days, building their excitement for what was to come. During it all, Jason had banned her from entering the guest room in the basement. She’d been beyond curious about what he’d been doing down there.
Tonight the time had finally arrived to find out.
Her husband had come home early with champagne and takeout from one of their favorite restaurants. They’d eaten at the kitchen table by candlelight. Once they were done, and fully stimulated by all their sexy talk, he’d knotted a scarf around her eyes and led her down to the bedroom.
This guest room was rarely ever used. Caroline’s mother was its exclusive visitor. Genevieve Bowman preferred the big walk-in bathroom they’d remodeled down there to the smaller shared one upstairs. This was an older home, without many of the standard conveniences now found in most new homes.
Jason dropped the blindfold once he’d ushered her into the room, and she’d been amazed—and a little overwhelmed—by what she’d seen.
He’d created a private sex lair for them.
There was no better word for it.
A huge flat-screen TV had been mounted on one wall. A swing dangled from the ceiling in the middle. The queen-size bed that had been there had been pushed into the far corner, and there were mirrors on the ceiling above it. Jason had even repainted the walls a dark plum to make it more intimate.
“I don’t know what to say,” she’d stammered. Porn had already been queued up, and it was one of her favorites. The couple in this one actually seemed like they were enjoying the act, and the woman had an orgasm in the end.
“Say you love it,” Jason had said with a smile.
Remembering her decision to do whatever it took, she’d turned a mischievous grin on her husband and said, “I love it.” She’d meant it. “Let’s start with the swing.”
So there they were.
And it was amazing.
“This is so hot,” Jace groaned. “Why didn’t we think of doing this sooner?” He swung her out and pinned her back onto his hard cock. Caroline moaned along in pleasure, angling her pelvis perfectly so it fit firmly against her husband’s hard abs. The intensity of the motion made her want to shout and tears had sprung into her eyes.
It was that good.
“We didn’t think of this sooner because you don’t go out to lunch with Michael often enough,” Caroline answered. Once she caught her husband’s look of surprise, she continued with, “Don’t think…yes, please, just like that… I don’t know where this idea came from. You didn’t want to tell me, but I knew it the moment you said you had a plan that it came from Michael.” Her voice went up on the last word as Jace clapped her against him hard, her toes curling in pleasure.
Jason braced his legs apart, not answering as he guided her onto him again and again until they were both sweating. “Who cares where the idea came from?” he finally answered, stilling her by gripping her waist tightly, his fingers digging deliciously into her skin. Then he began to impale her with firm, quick thrusts from his talented hips, banging into her, causing the swing to move just enough to allow her to bounce back against him, hard.
“Ohhhh,” Caroline groaned. “There’s so much…friction. It feels so good.” She wiggled her ass, trying to get closer to him.
He thrust twice more, his hands still gripped firmly around her waist, and then he stopped, locking her in place, his cock buried inside her. He kept her nailed to him as he leaned over and took a tight nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Caroline gasped as she tossed her head back. It dangled in space with no support, her long hair swaying back and forth, adding to all the luxurious new sensations.
He broke the seal on her breast and started to swing her again, her head still arched backward. “What if I told you this was Michael and Piper’s swing?” he confessed in a low tone. “That I borrowed it?” Caroline’s head whipped up as her husband’s hands began to move the swing faster. He pumped into her. Each thrust became more frantic than the next.
“What are you talking about?” Caroline cried.
“This swing”—he thrust—“is theirs. Michael told me that sex in this had the potential”—faster—“to be mind-bending”—another thrust—“but I couldn’t find one in town”—he grunted as he brought them together hard, the sound of their bodies connecting drowning out the moaning from the porn—“so I did the next best thing. I borrowed theirs.”
“Jace,” Caroline gasped. She couldn’t think with him pumping inside her. “That’s so—”
“Fucking hot, Caroline,” he panted. “It’s so fucking hot. Seeing you spread like this with your tits bouncing in the air and your beautiful ass propped up for me is so damn perfect.” He stopped the momentum and slipped out to the very tip, barely seated inside her, and held her there.
It was divine torture.
She wriggled, trying to get closer. She needed him deep.
“But, Jace, then Michael and Piper know we—”
“Came all night long in their swing,” he agreed, plunging into her. She yelled, her voice breaking. “They do.” He withdrew, then entered her again slowly, using his hands to mold her thighs tightly around him, staring down at her. “And every time they use it, they’re going to think about us fucking in it.”
Caroline groaned at his words, dropping her head back again, giving in to the pleasure.
Jace had just sent her libido skyrocketing into overdrive by mentioning their neighbors, and she began to squirm, moving her hips in time to his thrusts, eager to climax. Caroline wanted him to keep talking, even though she desperately didn’t want to admit it. “More, Jace, just like that, please,” she said. “I’m so close.”
“You liked what I just said, didn’t you?” Jace murmured. “I know your moans, Caroline. Knowing that our friends will know you were firmly locked around my cock, getting off on their swing, got you hot. You were into this before, but now you’re on fire.” He rammed himself into her. “Admit it.”
Caroline couldn’t answer. Instead, she felt all her nerve endings start to tingle deep within her. He was right. She was turned on by what he’d said, but all she could manage was one word. “More.”
* * *
Jace had no problem obliging his wife. He would give her more of his cock and more of what he knew she craved—and he’d be happy to deliver both. After his lunch with Michael, he’d done a lot of soul searching. What got Jace off the most was watching his wife become unhinged while he fucked her. It always had been that for him. And if that’s what it took, so be it. “What if I told you”—he brought her in hard—“Michael and Piper were standing right outside the bedroom door? Listening to your screams”—he swung her out and right back onto his waiting dick—“getting ready to fuck right now to the sound of your moans?”
“Oh, Jace, oh,” Caroline groaned. “Yes! Whatever you’re doing—just keep doing it!”
His wife was too far gone in her passion to know what she was saying, and it drove him crazy.
Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving each time he rammed into her. He wanted to lick them, but he couldn’t reach her in this position without stopping, and that wasn’t going to happen. He knew how he was goin
g to finish her off, and he almost couldn’t wait. “I set up an intercom, Caroline. They can hear you right now,” Jace whispered as he entered her to the hilt. “Michael agreed to lend us his swing, but only if they could be a part of it.” He slowed the pace, because he knew she was on the absolute brink.
“Ahhh,” Caroline cried, shaking her head, trying to raise it, but not succeeding. “Jace…no…” Her chest expanded, her nipples quivering with her quick breaths.
Jace knew the pleasure would be too great for her to argue. “No to what, babe? No to more of my cock driving into you?” He ground himself into her, thrusting hard. “Or should I tell you that Michael promised to have his dick buried deep inside Piper when they heard your moans getting frantic?”
“Jace…I…can’t…”
“He also said the moment you come, he will, too.” Jace reached out to his frenzied wife, who was bucking against his cock, searching for her release, and laid his thumb between her legs, right at her core. He gave one hard, swift rub while he thrust into her. “He’s coming right now, Caroline. He can’t wait. You’re too fucking hot. He’s roaring his pleasure, and his dick is erupting as we speak.”
Two more thrusts, and his wife exploded around him, her body spasming hard.
He yelled as he came, right behind her, tightening his grip on her hips and grinding her to him as he ejaculated inside her.
It was sublime.
Once they were done, they were both out of breath and covered in sweat.
Then, out of nowhere, Caroline’s hand shot out and slapped him in the chest, stinging his pec. “You asshole! I can’t believe you did that!” She was trying to squirm away from him, but the swing made it impossible for her to gain any leverage.
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