excerpt copyright Fran Lee 2015
Haley stared at the
steering wheel, unable to get out of her car after pulling into her driveway.
Well, that had sure as hell been one eye-opener of a lunch date with an old
buddy! She shoved her hair out of her face and sighed heavily. Krissa had said
a lot of things that had a ring of truth to them. Especially about the boring
thing.
And the screwing around thing.
She almost laughed
hysterically at that thought. How the hell could she be so damn blind? Of
course he’d been with another woman those times she’d smelled perfume on his
shirts! Haley Gregory just liked to keep her damn head buried in the sand. So
much safer than seeing what was happening to her marriage. What was happening
to her once ebullient self-confidence.
She sighed and ran
her hands through her tousled hair. How had it come down to this? Was it her
fault Harry didn’t want sex very often? Hell! How would she know? She simply
followed his lead in everything they did in bed. And he had never seemed to
want anything but the uninspired, everyday kind of vanilla sex. She really
loved Harry. But Harry was a meat-and-potatoes-type lover, and he liked to be
in control.
She closed her eyes
and exhaled slowly to calm her panic. She'd really wanted to ask him to
experiment and try something different, but it never seemed to be the right
time. She always chickened out when she got up the nerve to ask. He seemed to
like making love to his wife the same old way—year after year. But she had seen
some of the magazines he bought, and the women in those pictures weren’t being
fucked in the missionary position.
And that thing Kris
had joked about—about Harry not nibbling pussy? Haley would have given
anything to know what it felt like for Harry to try oral sex on her. The idea
left her in a lather. He seemed to enjoy it when she sucked him off but he
never offered to do it to her.
And she had always been too damned
embarrassed to ask him to.
Oh, how shocked her
husband would likely be if he knew some of the things she’d thought of doing to
him. Good old staid Harry would likely die of a heart attack if she revealed
her fantasies.
She had a slim, vibrating
dildo hidden away in her drawer under her lingerie, which she used for anal
stimulation while she masturbated with her fingers. Harry would have a cow
about that if he ever found it. And all the while, she hid her cravings—her
“perversions”—from Harry. And she fantasized—boy, how she fantasized! She would
think of all the ways she wanted him to take her—all the ways she wanted to
take him! Oh yeah…
She’d bought a few
magazines of her own at an adult toy shop, and after blushing furiously as she
read them, had finally managed to get past her own naïveté. Some of the
magazines had shown couples, sometimes threesomes, doing the most amazingly
sexy things to each other. She had learned about things like bondage and
spanking, and even anal sex.
Hence the little butt-plug of a dildo.
The pleasure that
little toy had brought was desperately needed. At times she would lie in bed
while Harry was bowling, and she’d fantasize about amazingly sinful things.
Like one man using his mouth and tongue on her pussy, while another paid
detailed attention to her breasts—something Harry did very little of. And she
would use her fingers and her little silver dildo to get some pretty gnarly
orgasms.
She squirmed a bit
in the leather bucket seat, thinking of the many fantasies she’d indulged in
while he was away bowling. Fantasies she had never dared to enact on her
husband’s hot, delicious body. It was far easier to get herself off during a
fantasy than to ask her husband of ten years to indulge her.
She would die of
embarrassment if he knew what she fantasized about...
Her thoughts
strayed to the young teenager she’d always had just a bit of a silly crush on.
Not as big a crush as she’d always had on Harry, of course, but just a little
one. She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about Josh Barnes…
After talking so
openly this afternoon with Krissa, once she’d gotten past her initial shock and
embarrassment, she’d grudgingly agreed to meet Joshua at Krissa’s place on
Friday night. She shook her head at the thought of making a movie date with a
man three years younger. But the idea that Krissa’s kid brother had nursed a
serious crush on her for all these years had given her a jolt of naughty
pleasure.
She’d have gone out
with him back then, if he hadn’t been so much younger. In fact, she had wanted
to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance in her senior year, but her friends had
laughed at her for wanting to ask a freshman, no matter how tall or cute he
was. She’d chosen Harry instead.
Josh Barnes had
always been a damn good-looking kid, with intense blue eyes and a shock of
flyaway blond hair that was always hanging in his eyes, making his furtive,
hungry looks sort of adorable. She’d always enjoyed it when he followed Krissa
and her around like a drooling puppy.
She’d once even
flashed him wickedly at a sleepover when she’d seen him peeping at her from the
top of the stairs. He’d been hanging over the rail, and she had seen him from
the corner of her eye. And when Krissie was spelunking in the fridge for the
inevitable snacks, Haley had walked into the foyer and had lifted her nightie
up to flash him with her bare breasts and tiny panties.
She had felt
amazingly daring and naughty as the kid had blushed beet-red and his mouth had
dropped as wide as his eyes. She’d felt wildly wicked as she tweaked her erect
nipples while he stared dumbly down at her, and then she had dropped her
nightie back over her body and whirled to race into the kitchen.
She had never
forgotten that moment of exhibitionism, and she was pretty damn sure Josh
hadn’t either, from what Krissa had told her. She sighed and licked her lips.
Josh wanted to see a whole lot more of her than her breasts! He always had.
She had wanted so
damn badly to let him catch her alone, to feel his hot eyes on her naked body again.
To feel those large, man-sized hands on her skin. It had been a wicked,
childish fantasy that had never come to fruition. Harry was older, more
self-assured. Josh was just a kid.
Except that he
wasn’t a kid anymore. He was twenty-six. The last time she’d seen him, he was
only sixteen, and still a bit gangly and lanky. Too thin for that growth spurt
to six-foot-four he’d taken that summer.
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5-star reviews on Amazon:
Five Stars!
By
M. Fullington
on May 31, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
What a fun sexy read! I loved how open the husband was about the
wife's needs! I totally get it about how married couples can get caught
in a rut. It's so important to keep an open mind.
Ms. Lee writes a story that will fulfill all your fantasies. While it was a quick read, I felt that the characters were wonderfully well-rounded! Best of all, the happily ever after makes it all worthwhile!
Ms. Lee writes a story that will fulfill all your fantasies. While it was a quick read, I felt that the characters were wonderfully well-rounded! Best of all, the happily ever after makes it all worthwhile!
By Aphrodite'sNightie on June 20, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
Well-crafted writing coupled with a very sexy and complex menage makes Changing All The Rules a compelling read.
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