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Coming for Christmas: Wish Fulfilled ISBN # 978-1-906328-58-0 ©Copyright Jennah Sharpe 2007 Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright November 2007 Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz Total-e-bound books This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-e-bound eBooks. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-e-bound eBooks. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork Published in 2007 by Total-e-bound eBooks 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK. Warning: Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning
Coming for Christmas
WISH FULFILLED Jennah Sharpe
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Chapter One
“So? What do you think?” he asked as if this wasn’t the first time it had been discussed. Sarah Perry was well aware of the fact that as a buttoned-up lawyer at work for the greater Massachusetts Municipal Governing body, Greg often let loose in the bedroom. She’d come to expect mind-blowing sex from him after a hard day. New ideas to rev up their playtime were sparking in his mind all the time. Still, she balked at the idea of adding more partners to the mix. Sarah sighed, “I just don’t know, Greg. Can you let the idea sit with me for awhile?” Her husband rolled her into his arms. She snuggled her face against his chest, her mind whirring. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given hints or that she hadn’t thought about it herself secretly, but actually speaking of it out loud was an entirely different matter. She was a teacher. Were teachers supposed to think this way? Still, the idea was inviting. “Sure hon. Remember, we both have to be sure. We won’t do it otherwise. We’ll wait until it’s right for both of us, if we try it at all.” “I know,” she whispered. “I just have to think.” He rubbed her arms and then down the length of her back. Sarah felt safe with the warmth of his solid chest against her cheek. “We have a trust that’s not so common, Sarah. Don’t we? It would just be for fun, nothing else.” She looked up at him. His dark, brown eyes sparkled when they looked at her. “Of course I trust you and I know it wouldn’t mean anything, but becoming swingers is a big step in our lives. I’m just asking for a little time for the idea to congeal in my thoughts.” Quite honestly, the idea excited her. The thought of having another man stimulated her, aroused her, but the thought of Greg with another woman was disturbing to say the least. In Sarah’s mind, ten years of marriage solidified them as a couple stronger than most. She’d married Greg young, in her early twenties, and then watched as their friends
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married, had children, divorced, found another. It seemed a never-ending cycle for some of them. Sarah cherished the foundation she had with Greg that everyone else strived for. They didn’t have children, but not for lack of trying. Jaded by two miscarriages, Sarah wasn’t willing to go through that again. It would be some time before she felt ready to try another time. Endlessly patient and sympathetic, Greg put no pressure on her. The thought of sharing their love for each other with another couple or another person was intriguing. Despite that, there were still issues to work through. “C’mon Greg.” She patted his chest the dark curls dusting his muscular chest. “We have to get up.” “The wedding’s not for another hour,” he groaned, flopping onto his back. “Who gets married in the winter anyway?” “Well, that’s about how long it’s going to take me to get ready so I’m getting up. And lots of people do.” Sarah slipped from their bed. Once out from under the duvet and away from Greg’s warmth, she shivered. Reaching for her pink robe hanging on the brass hook behind the door, she glanced at Greg. He propped himself up on his elbow, watching her intently, his lips curved into a grin. “Sa—rah,” he taunted. “Sa—rah. It’s warm in here, Sarah.” He patted the mattress beside him. She turned to face him, drawing the tie of her robe tightly around her waist. She sighed loudly. “I don’t have time, Greg.” He looked so enticing, despite the fact that he’d just satisfied her. Sarah found it hard to imagine being attracted to anyone as much as she was to her husband. The ivory sheet settled around his waist. Dark chest hair followed the ridges of his muscles before it tapered beneath his sternum and disappeared below the sheet. Following the trail of hair with her gaze, she came to the bulge beneath the sheet. He was always ready for her, no matter the time of day or the fact that they’d already done it. He could make her come as many times as she wanted. Greg grinned wickedly. Sarah loved his arrogance that came with his knowing she couldn’t resist him. He folded back the duvet, welcoming her back to bed. His shaft rose from between his thighs, swelling in her sight.
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“You’re going to make us late. I wanted to stop and pick up a couple of Christmas presents while we’re out,” she scolded as she shrugged off her robe and slipped back into his arms. As he kissed and nipped at her neck, she reached below the covers, feeling for his cock. Hot and solid, it twitched at her touch. She cupped his balls and tugged gently, running a finger down the back of them to stroke his perineum. Greg let out a whoosh of breath, pulling her under him. He parted her legs with an urgent knee and drove inside her. “We won’t be late. This will just take a minute.” Sarah laughed, “You’re insatiable.” “That’s why you love me, right?” He breathed into her hair as he began to move inside her, deep hot thrusts sure to bring them both to climax in no time. “You know I love you for much more than that,” she said warily. After their conversation involving trust and bringing others into the fold, she felt the need to assure him she wasn’t with him just for the sex. She felt the chuckle in his strong shoulders as he pumped into her. The beginnings of little convulsions down low inside her began to pulse. She strained against them, arching her back like a bow just before the waves of heat and electricity washed over her. Greg swelled within her. She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his lean hips as he pushed to his root, filling her with his warm semen. He collapsed on top of her, pushing the breath from her lungs. “Get off, you big lug,” she teased, pushing at his chest. “I can’t breathe.” He rolled from her, laughing. “Sorry. So, was that quick enough for you?” “Barely.” She kissed his cheek, hopped from the bed and headed for the bathroom to clean. “Thanks sexy, now get ready will ya’?” she called over her shoulder. “All right, all right,” came the low voice from the bed, but when she turned to glance at him, he had the corduroy duvet pulled up to his shoulders and had turned over. Sarah swept her long, straight brunette hair up into a twist, securing it with a short stick of bamboo. She brushed her teeth. Then, she dusted her face with powder foundation, layered her eyelids in frosted shadows and added mocha coloured lipstick. By the time she’d finished with her waterproof mascara—a necessity for a family wedding—and walked back to the bedroom, Greg was not only awake, but up and dressed in his sexiest grey suit. Men! “Just gotta do my hair and then I’ll be ready,” he said nonchalantly, heading for the bathroom.
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With his perfect dark hair he’d still be ready before she was. All he needed to do was rake a handful of mousse through it. Sarah knew she’d better get her shoes on.
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Chapter Two
The wedding ceremony of Sarah’s sister Marie to her fiancé, Tyler, was short and traditional. A cold December breeze kept Sarah feeling comfortable in her fur coat. She was glad she had it because underneath, she wore a sleeveless dress. The bridesmaid’s burgundy dresses matched their bouquets of Baby’s Breath and red Dahlia’s. Sarah smiled as she remembered the weekend before that she spent with Marie, an iron in one hand and a roll of waxed paper in the other, coating the leaves and petals of poinsettias in a thin layer of melted wax to preserve their colour for the wedding. There weren’t easier decorations than pressed leaves and flowers. Sarah and her mother had tied little white bows around tiny tea bags as favours, perfect for the cold evenings expected the following week. It was a happy ceremony, with no family dramas to speak of. Sarah guessed that might come later. Her family was rather sedate, but after a few drinks, things between her father and his brothers could take a turn for the worse. Sarah couldn’t remember a time when Marie hadn’t had her dress picked out or her honeymoon destination chosen. Sarah knew Tyler adored and worshiped Marie as Greg did her. It was a perfect match if she’d ever seen one. Marie had dreamed of this day for far too long. Still, she crossed her fingers and prayed for a union that would last forever as she listened to their wedding vows. Marie’s voice was clear and bell-like. She didn’t miss a beat as she repeated the promises after the minister. Tyler spoke in a strong confident tone, as if he had no doubt he was making the right choice. Sarah noticed that few female eyes in the crowd were dry. She reached to take Greg’s hand. “Remember when that was us?” she whispered under the voice of the minister, as she rolled his gold wedding band around his finger. “Barely.” He smiled back. “I know. It was a long time ago.” She felt him squeeze her hand in response. Weddings always reminded Sarah how lucky she was to have found Greg and to know in her heart that marrying him was the right thing to do.
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Grateful for her waterproof mascara, Sarah wiped at the tears that overflowed when Tyler leaned in for the first kiss from his wife followed by the joyous tones of Hark the Herald Angels Sing from the church organ. She felt the warmth of Greg’s broad hand as it gently rubbed her shoulder and leaned against him. “Those are happy tears, right?” he asked in a soft voice. “Of course they are. I’m so thrilled for them.” Greg cleared his throat as he removed his hand from her shoulder and nudged her with his elbow. “Shh,” she hissed. “What?” “Sarah, look over there.” She followed his gaze to where it rested on a tall man in the pew directly across the aisle from where they were seated. The man appeared very much at odds with the flowers and puffs of toile fastened to the end of the church pew. He was a man so masculine Sarah’s jaw dropped ever so slightly. Sandy blond hair hung to his shoulders framing a chiselled face and when his gaze turned in her direction, steel grey eyes sent tendrils of smoke curling low in her belly. He wore a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a smooth chest. He gazed at her a moment, flashed her a grin and turned to continue watching the ceremony. Obviously amused, Greg snickered at her response to the man. Sarah wasn’t sure she should tell him just how intense her reaction had been. It was almost as if his look had told her to come. She was moist and achy between her thighs just from the man’s smile. “So, what do you think?” Greg asked as he leaned to Sarah’s ear. “Totally do-able,” she admitted. Her heart hammered in her chest.
An hour later, as they walked through the light drifting snow into Plaza Towers Hotel for the reception, Sarah’s gaze swept the room for the man who’d caught Greg’s attention. She couldn’t keep any secrets from her husband, nor did she want to. She knew her expression would tell him all he needed to know. “I’m sure he’s here somewhere,” Greg began.
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Sarah blushed, despite her knowledge that she was an open book to him. She moved to a small table, beside the entranceway, where the seating arrangement was listed on a piece of rose stationary. She ran her polished nail down the list, searching for their names. “Isn’t this room gorgeous?” she said, trying to take her mind off the man. “Look at all the flowers and the material…I wonder how she managed to finish it all. Where do you think she got the white velvet table cloth?” She pointed to the display beside the cake table. “The Christmas trees look like they should be at every wedding. I suppose her friends helped. I know that after we waxed the poinsettias she didn’t want to overburden me. I would have helped, you know. But it’s probably better I didn’t. It’s just so beautiful. And Greg, look at Marie. Have you ever seen a happier bride? Ty treats her like a precious gem.” She stopped to take a breath. “Here we are. Table seven,” she said, trying to take her mind off the man. “You do know you’re rambling, hon, don’t you?” said Greg. “Oh, and look who else is seated at our table, Sare.” She looked again, not recognising any names. “Who?” she asked. “The table must be mostly Tyler’s friends and family. There isn’t one name I know.” “Sure you do,” Greg teased. She flashed him a glare in response. “What do you mean I do? This is my family’s wedding. I know everyone here on Marie’s side.” “It’s Peter Lawson, hon,” he said. “And who’s that?” “The hot guy in the pew across from us,” Greg said in a soft voice. Sarah hoped no one was listening in on their conversation. She took hold of Greg’s sleeve and pulled him in the direction of their table. Sweeping her black and cream striped skirt under her bottom, she sat as Greg held out the chair for her. He sat down diagonally so he could face her. “Sarah, I have an idea that might make this easier,” he began. “Make what easier?” she asked, not entirely sure she knew what he was talking about. “The whole third person issue. I mean, not necessarily a threesome but…what we talked about at home. Opening our marriage to others.”
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Understanding dawned and Sarah felt her neck flush with heat. God, Greg. I don’t think I’m that type of woman. On the other hand, wow. How can I refuse? “Okay, keep going,” she said, completely at odds with her feelings, her heart thumping. “You’re not sure how you feel about me and another woman. I get that. We could start with just you and another man. It won’t make me jealous because I know you’re mine, Sarah. You’re attracted to him and I caught him looking at you once or twice. Try it out. What do you think?” He rested his hand on her nylon-covered thigh, heating her instantly. “And if I like it?” Her voice trembled, indicating her interest. “Then we’ll take the next step and possibly introduce a woman or just see where events take us. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity. Everyone is feeling a bit flirty and no one will notice a stolen kiss here or there.” Greg’s hand squeezed her thigh as she gazed into his dark eyes, trying to gage his emotions. “And if he refuses?” she asked. “No man in his right mind would refuse you, my dear. You’re every man’s fantasy.” Sarah smiled. The compliment touched her. She loved that her husband thought every man wanted her. Then she heard a noise on her other side. When she looked up to greet the new arrival to their table, her gaze locked with the very man they’d been speaking about. He stood beside her, hands clasping the rail of the chair. Greg stood, offering his hand. “Hey, I’m Greg Perry. This is Sarah, Marie’s sister and my wife.” The man shook Greg’s hand across Sarah’s place setting and smiled down at her. “Peter Lawson,” said the low, smooth voice in a decidedly Australian accent. “I’m an old friend of Ty’s. We’ve known each other forever. Still can’t believe he’s married.” Peter shook his head. Sarah swallowed hard. What was it about this man? “I know the feeling,” she added. “Marie had sworn off men until she met Tyler.” “Really? She certainly turned around then, didn’t she?” Peter commented as he took his seat beside Sarah. Surrounded on both sides by intensely sensual men, Sarah fought to keep her breathing even. If Greg hadn’t brought up the subject, she wasn’t sure she’d be so ready to jump either of them right now. Would she even be thinking of Peter in that manner?
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Peter was taller and leaner than Greg but equally fit and muscular. As he talked to the others who had arrived at the table, she noticed he was just as at ease with strangers as with those he knew. His hands were strong, his fingers animated as he spoke. Imagining those hands on her skin sent a shudder through her. Greg didn’t miss a thing. He reached out to stroke her forearm where it rested on the table. She’d been fiddling with her napkin. “It’s okay to want him,” he said. He took her hand in his. It was warm and familiar. “It’s turning me on to see you aroused.” He placed her hand in his lap beneath the burgundy, damask tablecloth. He was rock hard, the fabric of his pants stretched taut over his erection. Sarah’s gaze swung to meet his. “You don’t mind?” she asked, wanting to give him a final out if he needed it. She knew from the way he gasped as she pressed her palm into his lap that he was interested in watching another man react to her. He had no qualms about her and Peter being together. The thought shocked her, but Greg had always been a bit kinky. “As long as you always come back to me and I have no doubt you’ll do that,” Greg answered. “Tonight’s the night to play it out. Come on to him, Sarah. See what happens.” She snuggled under Greg’s arm as it rested on the back of her chair. “All right. You do know how to pick’em. I’m lovin’ the accent.” she quipped a little too loudly. Greg laughed. The others at the table turned to look, but Greg deftly changed the subject to talk of Ty and Marie’s courtship. It seemed to be the subject of interest. When Sarah swivelled to turn her flirting to Peter, she found him already watching her. She smiled warmly but kept herself in check. It wasn’t the right time. To the roaring applause of the crowd, the newlyweds at the head table kissed relentlessly throughout dinner. So much so that Sarah’s imagination was in the gutter throughout her meal. She had her entire night with Peter planned out by the time the cheesecake was served. She was taking Peter home and if Greg wanted to join in, he was more than welcome. He seemed to be turned on enough for the both of them. Peter offered her his hand when the music began. She stole a quick glance at Greg. He was grinning like a man about to have his ultimate fantasy come true. Her left eyebrow rose in question. This wasn’t something she’d expected from Greg. She knew he wanted them to play around but to find excitement in the attraction another man held for her was new. She could understand it. Being married to someone others wanted was a thrill she felt
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every time a cashier, co-worker or stranger on the street leered at her husband. If that’s what he wanted, she was more than willing to accommodate him. She took Peter’s hand, suddenly feeling slight and dainty as she towered over her. She breathed him in, flushing with heat as the scent of spice and musk washed over her. Hoping Peter hadn’t noticed, she turned her head just in time to see Peter and Greg acknowledge each other with slight nods of the head. Sarah tensed. Had Greg slipped away to talk to Peter already? She tried to remember if they’d been separated in the time between the ceremony and the dinner. Apart from her making a brief stop in the women’s washroom, she couldn’t imagine Greg had talked to Peter…unless it had happened before the wedding. No, Greg would have consulted her first. Still, it seemed to Sarah that there was more going on here than her dancing with a stranger. Peter led her to the centre of the dance floor. Surrounded by wedding guests, he placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her into position. She let herself feel the warmth of him through her thin top. She gazed at the strong chest in front of her and wondered what it would feel like under the palm of her hand. He was smooth and tanned, different than Greg, yet similar. “How are you enjoying the wedding, Sarah?” He asked against her ear. She tilted her chin so she’d hear him over the music. “It’s beautiful. I love weddings.” “I can tell. You haven’t stopped smiling all evening.” She was flattered he’d noticed. “She is my sister. It’s nice to see her with someone who loves her so much.” Peter turned his head to find the happy couple. “Ty is a great guy. He’ll take care of her as much as I’m sure your husband takes care of you.” Sarah smiled. “That’s good to hear.” “And what do you do?” “I am a teacher. Kindergarten actually. I teach the little ones.” “That must be a very rewarding profession.” The small talk was killing her. “Yes, it is. But it’s nice to be surrounded by adults now and then. Sometimes I have to watch my tone of voice. If it gets too condescending, I start to get looks from people.”
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Peter nodded. Then, he said something she never would have expected. “He provides for you, doesn’t he?” Sarah hesitated, wondering where this conversation was headed. “Yes, he does.” “In more ways than one.” “What do you mean?” She found Greg in the crowd and sent him a look that had him shrugging his shoulders in confusion. “There is no way to be subtle about this. I’m more than interested in the proposition on the table.” “Go on,” she muttered, her voice noticeably hoarse. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Sarah Perry. Greg has explained that you’re interested in expanding your horizons with regards to sex.” She couldn’t pretend she didn’t know now. It was best to play this out in the open. Close enough that she was practically straddling his thigh as they turned in slow circles to the beat of a Tim McGraw ballad she knew it wouldn’t be hard to play with this man. “We haven’t got it all worked out yet,” she began, her voice slightly higher in pitch than normal. “There will have to be rules.” “Of course. I’m only offering what you need,” he said. “Why would you do that? What’s in this for you besides sex?” she asked, feeling the sudden need to take the reins. “Because you called for me. Because I can see that you have wishes inside you. I’ve heard your pleas. No strings. I’d very much like to touch your body, Sarah. Truly.” His words were so sincere that she just about turned into a puddle in his arms. Who would lie about the offerings of hedonistic pleasure? “What do you mean I called for you?” “It’s what I’m here for.” His eyes flashed a strange blue. Sarah pulled back momentarily. He hastened to restrain her. “It’s all right. Relax. Have you never had a Christmas wish come true?” “Can’t say I have,” she answered with a tremulous voice. “Consider me your Christmas wish. I’m something you’ll never forget.” The song was winding down. She needed to have a discussion with Greg about where this was going. Her lips tingled with the want of kissing Peter’s firm, moist lips. Peter
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Lawson would taste good. Just how good was something she intended to find out. A tremble skittered up her spine at the thought. He lowered his head to speak into her ear, his lightly stubbled jaw grazing her cheek. “Go speak with your husband. Set the rules and let me know how you want it to work.” As they separated, Peter’s hand brushed over her bottom. She would have slapped anyone else but a pulse beat low between her thighs. She shivered with both curiosity and fear recalling his speech about her Christmas wish come true. Greg or Peter? She needed someone very soon or she’d be in agony all night.
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Chapter Three
Walking very slowly so as not to appear too eager, Sarah returned to the table she shared with Greg. “So? How did it go?” Greg asked as he clasped her hands in his. Sarah blew out a breath. “You talked to him, didn’t you?” “I thought it would be best. Less anxiety for you. Are you upset?” “No. I…I think it was a good idea. I’m not sure I would have initiated anything.” God, Greg knew her too well, right down to what kind of man would turn her on. Someone like him. It wasn’t too hard to figure out. They worked well together. Therefore, she’d work well with Peter. “So we need some ground rules, don’t we? That’s the way this is done, isn’t it?” she asked, knowing her face was flushed, her hands trembling in his grasp. “First take a breath. We’ll take this bit-by-bit. I’m okay with you going as far as you need. Start with a kiss. If anything gets too intense, you can stop at any time.” Greg reached up to rub at her furrowed brown. “Sarah, do you want him?” She let her gaze fall into her lap. Her body couldn’t lie and she had no need. “He’s a little strange in an ethereal way, but yes. God, Greg. I’m already wet, but I’m supposed to be a good girl. I’m a kindergarten teacher for God’s sake. I should be wearing a cardigan and have seven shades of apples sitting on our kitchen table. I’m not supposed to sleep around on my husband.” “It doesn’t matter how weird the guy is if you’re into him. Sarah, I’ve never seen you in a cardigan. Not even when we were dating, and it’s not sleeping around if I’m involved. Don’t be ashamed. Would it be easier if I were there?” Her head shot up. A thrill had shot through her but she needed to clarify what he meant. “You mean in the room with us?” “Of course, hon. Or nearby.” She couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. “That would be awesome. I don’t want you to be left out of this. But, um…maybe not the first time.”
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Sarah looked out at the dance floor. Peter was dancing with a young cousin of hers but he was watching her and Greg. “All right. I’m ready.” She stifled a nervous giggle with her hand. Sarah took Greg’s order and walked to the bar, nodding to distant relatives as she passed by their tables. She rested her elbows on the bar and ordered herself a brown cow and Greg a rum and coke. At the end of the dance, Peter cornered her as she stood at the bar, resting his sensuous hand in the small of her back. She felt the heat of him behind her. He snaked his arm around her waist and nipped her ear. “Peter,” she scolded. “There’s family here.” Trying not to call attention to their closeness, she moved them slightly away. “It’s okay. Marie would understand,” he whispered. “Marie? What does that mean?” “It means that what we’re about to do isn’t anything Marie and Ty wouldn’t be interested in.” Sarah turned to look him in the eyes. “You mean…” “It’s how I met them. They’ve made their own wishes.” Sarah glanced around, ensuring no one was in listening distance. She nibbled her bottom lip. Wishes? Who was this man? “Have you slept with my sister?” The concept was unsettling. It meant that Marie wasn’t at all the woman she thought her to be. “I know what you’re thinking. Stop frowning, love. This is new for you as well. Don’t make judgements. And no, I haven’t had sex with Marie. Not yet.” Sarah let out a pent up breath of air. She reached for her drink and took a deep swallow of the sweet liqueur. Oh, God. Peter placed his hands around her waist, drawing her close. “There is nothing to worry about. You and Greg love each other. There is nothing that will take away from that. Keep that in your mind.” Nodding, Sarah let her palms rove across his chest. “There are others here who would not understand,” she whispered. “You have to remember this is a family wedding. You can’t touch me here.” He pulled her to the side when another couple walked up to the bar.
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Leaning close, his mouth brushed her hair. “I have a room upstairs. Meet me there.” He slipped a silver key into her palm.
A few minutes later, as Sarah rode the hotel elevator, she gazed at the key that felt like it was searing a hole through her palm. Her heart hammered in her chest. She could hear it in her ears. Greg had filled her in on his earlier conversation with Peter. What she learned relieved many fears born of self-consciousness. Sarah was Greg’s wife but the chemistry sparking between her and Peter was undeniable. “Sarah, Peter is more than enthused about this opportunity,” Greg had told her. “Really?” “Marie showed him pictures of you at a party once. We weren’t there but he said he liked brunettes.” Sarah had smiled at the compliment. I told him you might be nervous. He’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. There’s nothing to worry about.” Sarah replayed the conversation over in her head. This was going to work out perfectly. Suddenly thankful to Greg for talking to Peter before hand, her nerves began to settle. She inhaled a breath of air and held it, knocking softly on the door of Peter’s hotel room. Matching the number of the door to the one engraved on the key, she slowly released her breath. She stood with her hands clasped behind her, her gaze raised coyly. Her skirt swirled around her thighs as she swayed. When he opened the door, she let her gaze drop to his arousal where it pulled his trousers tight around his groin. Her eyes widened momentarily before she regained control. Even then she had trouble finding words. His white shirt hung untucked and open, revealing a finely sculptured chest and abdomen. Phew. She cleared her throat. “Aren’t you going to let me in?” she asked. Peter immediately swung the door wide. “Of course, love. Welcome.” Sarah paced inside the room for a moment as Peter slid the door lock in place. It was minimally furnished but what was there was ornate. Impressionist paintings in light pastels hung on the chocolate walls. The bed, which drew her attention, was covered in a cream coloured faux suede blanket, accented by plush cushions and fat pillows. The headboard was a work of art in itself, carved oak depicting Roman gods in various stages of undress.
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Outside, fat intricate snowflakes drifted over the city on some unseen breeze. The night was calm, intense and Sarah knew this Christmas her life was about to change. The atmosphere of the room, including Peter’s heady, masculine scent would throw any woman over the edge. He came up behind her, sliding a hand over her shoulder and under her top to cup a breast. His hand was rough, but strong and knowledgeable. She sighed and leaned back into him. “We stop when you say, love,” he murmured in her ear. He felt her nod briefly. “What do you like, Peter?” “Mmm.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’ll let you know, but first, we start with you.” Sarah closed her eyes. He palmed her breast, weakening her legs. She swayed. He reached his other hand around her waist to press against her pelvis. Heat emanated from the powerful, enticing man behind her. “I want to be inside you, to make love with you all night,” he groaned. Sarah didn’t miss the fact that his voice was hoarse and strained. He moved against her, shifting his erection back and forth along her lower back. In response, she reached behind her to cup his balls. She gave a gentle tug forcing a blast of air from his chest. It amazed her how turned on Peter seemed to be. She been hit on many times in her life but she’d hadn’t been this intimate with anyone in years, aside from Greg. His was a flattery that made her bold. Her hand strayed to find his erection. His breath grew shallow to match hers. He spun her then to face him. “Lie down on the bed, love.” Sarah turned to sit on the bed, feeling suddenly vulnerable as he towered over her. It had been so long since she’d had anyone but Greg. To distract her thoughts from uncertainty, she reached for his belt. She tugged until it came loose, and then slowly lowered the zipper, releasing the tension in his trousers. Peter stood amazingly still, his eyes squeezed shut, as if her very touch would send him over the edge. When she released him to the open air, he hung hot and heavy in her hands. Sarah grasped him tight in her palm, her fingers unable to meet around his girth. His eyes narrowed, darkening from sky blue to a fine navy in his desire. She lay back, propped on her elbows when he knelt on the carpet. The bed was soft, enveloping her arms in the down duvet.
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“Relax.” He placed his hands on her knees and very slowly, slid them up her thighs, taking her skirt with them all the way up to her hips. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” she said, her voice sounding lazy to her own ears. “Do you want me, Sarah?” The musical lilt of his voice was intoxicating. “More than I expected. I want your skin on mine.” Peter leaned over her body, reaching behind her neck to unknot her halter straps, pulling them down to reveal her favourite pink strapless bra. “Mmm,” he moaned. His roving hands pushed beneath her to grasp her bra clasp. In one deft movement the entire system gave way, her bra falling to her belly, her nipples stiffening in the open air. Peter blew a cool wisp of air against her chest, puckering her nipples past the point of tolerance. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his mouth toward her breast. She groaned in sheer pleasure as he gently took the nipple in his mouth and suckled deeply. She lifted her bottom to allow him to slide both her top and her skirt from her lithe body. He stared down at her, dressed in nothing but her thong, desire and appreciation reflecting from his gaze. In turn, Sarah let her gaze roam over his body. Then, something caught her attention. “Is that a piercing?” she asked, pulling aside his shirt. He grinned. “That it is. Do you like it?” “Mmm…it’s very sexy.” Sarah reached up to touch the small silver ring that scored through his nipple. Wow. “Turn over, love,” he said, his voice commanding in tone. “You like butterflies?” He bent to kiss the tiny butterfly tattoo where it lay on the back of her hip. “Mm-hm,” she murmured, his lilting voice mesmerising her. She obliged him by turning to her belly, keeping watch over her shoulder. When he stroked the back of her thigh with his shaft, she creamed with moisture. He rubbed along her tailbone and down into her crack. She gasped when his tip pressed against her moist sex. Reaching above her, he grabbed a cushion, gently reached under her abdomen and lifted her pelvis into a divine position as he stuffed the cushion beneath. “Perfect,” he whispered.
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Sarah stretched out languidly, tilting her bottom up toward his erection. He was fully aroused, the veins on his cock thick and needy. The glint of moisture at the tip gave away how close he was to release. She wanted to reach around to stroke him, to hear him groan under her ministrations. When she twisted to take hold of him, he caught her wrist. “Next time, I promise,” he gasped. “I won’t last this first time if you touch me.” She stretched back out, swivelling her hips to entice him inside. He took hold of her hips and pressed inside, his thick, swollen cock, stretching her. A noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper escaped her throat. He eased in another inch. Unable to stand the intense sensations rippling through her, she raised her thighs to hug his hips, enfolding him to the hilt. He groaned and began the slow rhythm that would push them both over the edge. God, it felt good. Different. Not better than Greg, not worse, just different. It surprised her to realise it didn’t bother her to think of Greg with Peter inside her. In fact, it excited her. Next time, she’d make sure Greg was here, with them. Peter swelled ominously inside her. He was close to climax. He slid out to lay searing kisses up her spine. Despite the height difference between them, they fit well together, but his extra inches allowed him more of a reach. Sarah groaned a complaint. “Don’t pull out now, I’m so close, Peter. Keep going.” The encouragement was all he seemed to need. He drove inside her with a force that had her gasping for air. He grasped her hips to pull her bottom tight to his pelvis, thrusting until a sheen of sweat stood out on his brow. God, he was gorgeous. His convulsions pulsed inside her as hers milked him from deep within. The lights that burst behind her eyelids didn’t distract her from the spasms that racked her body. When he lay on top of her, spent and panting, she relished his warmth. Slipping from her, he rolled to her side and pulled her to his chest. Their hearts pounded in unison, their breath slowly returning to a satisfied, even rate. “God, that was good,” Peter said, his voice still hoarse. He cleared his throat. Sarah ran her palm over his smooth chest, admiring the heat she’d raised in the man. “It was,” she answered. “It wasn’t what I expected.” “And what was that?”
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“I thought it might raise unwanted feelings inside. I thought I’d feel guilty after, as if I’d cheated, but it wasn’t like that. It was different. I wouldn’t have minded even if Greg were in the room.” “That can be arranged, you know. Whatever it takes to make you happy.” The sincerity in his expression filled Sarah with excitement. To share this experience with Greg was beyond her imagination. She shivered at the thought. Peter smiled at her, trailing his fingers down the length of her arm. He grasped her fingers and raised them to his lips. “We’d better get back to the wedding. Are you all right?” he asked in his sultry manner. “I’m better than all right. And yes, I don’t want anyone to be wondering where I am although I’d like nothing better than to stay here.” “I’m sure Greg is covering for us both. You’ve got yourself a good man there, Sarah.” “I do and I’ve found another. How lucky am I?” Peter laughed a gravely laugh at her rhetorical question. “It’s not you who’s lucky, my dear. It’s us. You’re an exceptional woman and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Reluctant to leave the warmth of Peter’s body, Sarah rolled slowly to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back,” she said, making her way to the bathroom. “Take your time,” Peter called after her. In the gilded mirror overhanging the porcelain sink, Sarah admired the rose flush of her skin as she coiled her hair back into its twist. She was glowing. Nothing could have been more right for her then than sex with Peter Lawson. Greg had given her the most generous of gifts, that of another man. Sarah splashed cool water over her face and down her neck. She pulled a white towel from a shelf above the counter and wiped it over the beads of water on her skin. She took a deep breath and re-emerged into the hotel room. Peter was stretched out on the bed, his hands clasped under his head and half of his body modestly covered by the bed sheet. Her eyes trailed up the edge of the sheet from his feet, over one muscular leg, up his inner thigh and the semi-flaccid bulge beneath. The sheet wound its way up his abdomen and trailed off over the bed. Wishing she’d brought her
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camera, Sarah crawled across the bed and straddled him. His hands came out to take hold of her hips. “Are you coming back down to the party?” she asked, hoping he would join her. “I think I’ll just rest here for a while. It’s not right for us to go back down together.” Sarah frowned and feigned a sulk. “I was hoping for another dance.” “I don’t think we’ve had our last dance of the night just yet.” His eyes were loaded with innuendo and a grin pulled up a corner of his lips. “Oh, really. Well, I’ll see you later then.” Sarah squirmed from his body and reached for her clothes. Peter watched her dress, his gaze never leaving her body. She felt like a Goddess.
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Chapter Four
Sarah returned to her seat in the ballroom. As she scanned the room, she found Greg dancing with Marie. She crossed her legs, thankful that no one could see the evidence of her seemingly permanent state of arousal. She’d had Peter inside her, but the experience had brought out something in her she’d never felt. She was hot and bothered. Greg was next on her menu. Fiddling with the napkin beside her wine glass, Sarah was startled when a swish of organza and lace settled beside her. “Marie,” She leaned over to hug her sister. “I haven’t had a chance to talk with you at all today.” Marie sighed. “Oh, I know. It’s been crazy! Wonderful though. I saw you dancing earlier and then lost track of you. Are you having fun?” Sarah felt her cheeks burn. “I am most definitely having fun. It’s a great party, Marie.” “You were dancing with Peter Lawson. What do you think of him?” Sarah didn’t miss how Marie’s gaze was steady, her mouth curled up in a grin. “Peter’s a great man,” she said tentatively. “Very sensual, don’t you think?” Sarah smiled, realising Marie had guessed at Sarah’s earlier disappearance. “He told me you would understand.” Marie laughed, her voice tinkling in the air. She took her sister’s hand in her own. “Oh, Sarah. I’m happy for you. What made you decide?” “It’s something Greg and I have been discussing. It was the perfect time for Peter to show up. I have to say I’m surprised to learn about your preferences.” Marie kept her gaze even and steady. “It’s new for us, too. I haven’t been with Peter.” “Well, I’d highly recommend him,” Sarah quipped. “He knows what he’s doing. No one noticed, did they?”
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“They only one who might is Aunt Rose and she’s nowhere to be found herself.” Sarah knew even the gossipy Aunt Rose couldn’t fathom what she and Peter had been up to. She would be too lost in her scotch to notice at this point. “What about mom?” Sarah whispered. “No, she’s too busy bouncing around socialising. Besides, I think Greg’s been covering for you. There’s nothing to worry about.” “What are you two beauties conspiring to plot,” came a voice dripping with male sensuality. “Hey, Peter. I see you’ve met my sister,” said Marie. Peter leaned down to take Marie’s small hand in his. He kissed her wrist. Sarah didn’t miss the blush that appeared on her sister’s face. “Yes, and I’ve come to whisk her away once again.” He turned to Sarah. “Come, love.” Sarah widened her eyes at Marie in sisterly solidarity as Peter took her hand and pulled her to her feet. As they walked to the ballroom door, Peter placed a hand at her back and steered her toward the elevator. “Your husband awaits.” She turned to face Peter. “Are you coming?” “If you so desire.” His eyes were dark and flashing. His body hard and his muscles taut. The tiny buttons of his shirt called to her fingers. Sarah wanted him all over again. She wondered if the wanting might ever stop. As Peter pressed the button to the 5th floor, panic began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach. What if she never stopped wanting him? What if Greg wasn’t enough anymore? What if she began falling in love with Peter? It wasn’t a random thought. Having sex with someone initiated feelings that weren’t previously there. She knew that. Everyone knew that. Casual sex wasn’t in her vocabulary for just that reason. She was afraid of falling for someone she had no intention of staying with. It wasn’t an issue when she’d met Greg. She’d wanted nothing more than to stay with him. Sarah recognised that her breathing was shallower and her heart rate was increasing. This time, it had nothing to do with Peter’s radiant sensuality. God, she hoped she hadn’t ruined her marriage. She felt dizzy and alarmed. “Are you okay, love?” His voice seemed foggy and far away.
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Sarah rubbed at her temples. “Sarah?” This time his voice was strong and insistent, his accent fading with worry. “What’s going on? You’re not going to faint, are you?” She looked up, blinked and finally focused in on Peter’s strong, handsome features. “Shit, Peter. I don’t think I should be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.” “What’s wrong, love?” He took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. His scent was basely male and potent. She closed her eyes, breathing him in. “You know I could listen to you speak forever, don’t you, Peter?” He was quiet for a moment, as if studying what she’d said. “I’ve heard many women grow weak at the sound of a foreign accent. Is mine any different?” “It’s not. I can’t do this anymore. I’m weak around you, Peter. So weak that I wonder if I’ll be able to pull myself together. It’s frightening.” He stroked her hair. “Ah, I know what you’re talking about now. You’re worried you won’t have a normal marriage after this. Am I right?” She nodded her head. “Your marriage will never be normal again,” he stated. She raised her gaze in confusion, searching for the answers in his piercing blue eyes. She’d expected him to console her, offer to step out of the picture, not to confirm her fears. “Your marriage with Greg will be far from normal. But you don’t want normal, Sarah Perry. You want amazing. That’s why you came to me. And upstairs as we speak, your husband is waiting to take you to bed.” He cradled her head in his hands. “Sarah, normal isn’t for a woman like you. You deserve spectacular. Come on, I’ll show you.” Just as he finished speaking, the elevator announced their floor with a quiet ping. He took her hand and led her into the empty hallway. She followed him, trusting him to show her what he’d meant. She resisted the urge she felt deep inside, telling her to pull him against her and tell him she was falling for him, that she wanted to have him in her bed, to keep him with her. The world as she knew it was crumbling apart. As she followed him into the room, she did something that took her by surprise. She walked straight to where Greg was waiting beside the window, took his arm and pulled him from the room “I’m sorry, Peter,” she said as she walked out the door. “This isn’t for me.”
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Greg stopped her just over the threshold. “Wait, Sarah. What’s wrong? Did he make you do something you didn’t want to?” He threw a killer glare threatening impending death in Peter’s direction. She saw Peter shrug his shoulders in response. He looked wounded…hurt. She stifled the urge to run to him. “No. No, he didn’t. It just isn’t working for me, Greg.” “Okay, let’s go. That’s all you had to say.” Sarah didn’t miss him glance back at Peter who stood still and calm in the centre of the room. Shit. How could she tell her husband she wanted to have another man? Not just once or twice, but over and over. She had to get them out of the hotel and away from Peter. Back in the ballroom, as she collected her camera and bag, Greg took her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. “What’s going on, Sare? Don’t leave me out of this.” She looked into his dark eyes, feeling her own burn with unshed tears. “I can’t do it, Greg. I don’t want anyone else but you.” There, she’d done it. She’d lied to him. Her world unravelled further. “I’ve…um…just let me say goodbye to Marie.” Passing by arguing uncles as if they weren’t even there, Sarah approached the head table where Marie was nuzzling Ty’s shoulder. Marie’s expression changed the moment she saw her sister. “What’s wrong, Sarah? You look really pale.” “I am. I mean, I’m not feeling too great. Greg’s going to take me home. I hope you don’t mind.” “You’re going to miss the bouquet toss.” She touched Sarah’s arm. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” Sarah forced a smile. “You’re my sister and I love you more than anything but I really think I should go. You and Ty will be leaving soon anyway. Call me when you get home from your honeymoon.” “You know I will.” “And Ty,” Sarah added, getting his attention. When he looked at her, she continued. “Don’t let Uncle Dave punch out Uncle Rob. We don’t want any fist fights on a wedding day.” He glanced at the people she was indicating and nodded. “Don’t worry, it’s all under control.”
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“All right. Goodnight. Get lots of sleep.” Marie laughed. “Yeah, right.”
Peter’s head felt like it was about to explode. He walked into the washroom, rooted through his case until he came up with a bottle of Advil. He poured a small glass of bottled water from the container he kept on the counter, threw two pills into his mouth and chased it down with the water. He stared at himself in the mirror. A button was missing from his shirt. He hadn’t noticed it before. Sarah must have popped it off without realising. His hair was in place but his cheeks were still flushed with anticipation that was slowly waning. Sarah had rejected him. He couldn’t blame her. It was a big step for her and Greg to take but she didn’t realise how easy it would be to have it all. He had to find a way to convince her this was what she wanted deep down. It was obvious to everyone except Sarah. She’d been on fire in his bed. That was not something he could let go. She’d just given in to her fear, that was all. He had to erase those fears. Peter walked back to his bed where he and Sarah had been intimate. Flashbacks flooded his mind. He rubbed at his temples. He’d never felt this way after sex. In the past, he’d never dwelled on the act, on his partner or his emotions to this degree. Perhaps they’d taken things too fast even for him. He’d need to talk to Greg again to work it all out, that is if Greg was willing to speak to him. He pushed the doubt from his mind. Greg knew he hadn’t done anything to hurt Sarah. That was the solution. He needed to talk to Greg. Peter couldn’t bear the thought of returning to the reception. Instead, he flung off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He unlocked the mini bar and slid out a small bottle of scotch. It was gone within seconds. He rooted around until he found another. He downed that one as well. As the sweet warmth flooded his insides, he laid down on the bed. The bed he’d had Sarah in. He squeezed his eyes shut against the picture of her face that kept invading his thoughts. Minutes later, he drifted into sleep. In the morning, Peter’s headache was gone. He felt invigorated. He had a plan that was really quite simple. Sarah felt she was cheating on Greg. With Greg’s help, he could show her how untrue that was.
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Sarah lay in her bed, her eyes closed against the silvery morning light that flooded the room. Outside she could hear the birds begging her to rise. Greg had been up for a while. She didn’t know how long because she’d fallen back asleep. Greg had been very tender when they’d returned home. He didn’t question her actions or suggest she try again. He’d been true to his word. If it didn’t work for her, it wouldn’t work for him. After a glass of red wine, they’d both gone to bed and slept in each other’s arms. The phone broke through her thoughts. Greg must have picked it up because it only rang twice. She heard some muttering from the living room. As she climbed from bed, she began to wonder who he was talking to. The conversation was lasting longer than a call from his work normally did. Besides, it was Sunday and the Christmas holidays. The office tried their best not to disturb Greg on his days off. He was there enough during the regular work week. As she wrapped herself in her luscious fleece robe, Greg walked into the room. “Hey, hon,” he said. “Hey. Who was on the phone?” she asked. “Actually, it was Peter. He’s interested in taking you somewhere tonight. Are you up for that?” “He wants to take me somewhere? Like…on a date?” Sarah tried valiantly to ignore her pulse increase. She wanted nothing more than a date with Peter, but what did that mean for her and Greg. “I can’t believe he’d even call here after last night. I really embarrassed myself.” Greg walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You did no such thing. You just got a little freaked out. The next move is up to you.” She sighed. “Now that I’ve had some sleep, I think I would like that. Greg, is there someone you’d like to take out?” The whole idea of an open marriage was growing on her. She didn’t think she’d mind seeing Greg with another woman. Just because she was having trouble separating her feelings for the two men didn’t mean Greg would have the same problems. “No. Not yet. I want to make sure you’re completely comfortable before we do that. I know you want the excitement and the thrill but I don’t think we’re there just yet. Give it time.”
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She looked into his beautiful eyes. “I just don’t want to be the only one having fun. This has to be for you too.” “And it will. Trust me.” “All right.” She paused, a smile spreading across her face. “Any idea where Peter intends to take me?” Greg grinned. “I have some idea but we’ll leave the surprise up to him. Just be ready by eight tonight. That’s all he said.” Once again, Peter’s actions left Sarah feeling as if she were on a pedestal. She bounced through her day, ecstatic Peter was willing to give her a second chance. She busied herself with household chores, dusting, laundry, anything she could think of to make the day go faster. Greg read the newspaper, a broad grin plastered on his face. Sarah knew he recognised her excitement. When seven pm finally rolled around, Sarah had made Greg beef stew for dinner and slipped into her little, black dress for all occasions. Not knowing where Peter planned on taking her, she needed an outfit to suit any place he had in mind. When she’d twisted up her hair and lined her eyes, she kissed Greg in the kitchen. “You look stunning,” he said. “Thank you. I just hope I don’t mess things up this time.” Greg pulled her into an embrace. “You won’t but remember, we’re all in this together.” Sarah stroked is chest. “I’ll remember.” When she opened the door, Peter was standing on her veranda. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Hello, Sarah,” he said before pulling a bouquet of roses from behind his back. She took the stems in her hand. Before she spoke, Greg was beside her. “I’ll take those,” he said. “Have a great evening you two.” “No worries, Greg. She’s in good hands,” Peter said with a serious tone in his voice. “I know she is. Have fun, Sarah.” He kissed her gently and gave her a gentle nudge out the door. This is just so weird, she thought. My husband is seeing me out the door for a date. She shook the thought from her head and took Peter’s offered arm. Once settled inside Peter’s Mercedes, Sarah began to breathe easier. There were no expectations here. It was an evening out.
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She gazed at his strong hands as they deftly steered the car onto the interstate. It was so easy to imagine those hands on her body. They’d been there once. The idea of them heating her skin again left her breathless. Her gaze travelled up to his wrist. She admired the unassuming gold watch as it peeked out from under the cuff of his black leather jacket. God, he was hot. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked. His gaze shot her way for an instant before returning to the road. “Not yet. Don’t you love a surprise?” The tone in his voice was playful. “In fact, in a minute, I’ll ask you to put this over your eyes.” He stretched his arm to the backseat without taking his eyes from the road. Then, he held a swath of black satin before her. Sarah felt a surge of adrenalin. “What’s that?” “I don’t want you to see where we’re going. It will help us with building the trust we need for this to work. Will you wear it?” She could hardly sit still. The thought of being blindfolded excited her. “Of course I will. Just tell me when.” Crossing her legs, Sarah gazed out the window at the passing streetlights. “We have to turn off soon so maybe now would be a good time.” Sarah picked up the satin from where it lay across her lap. She raised it to her eyes and wrapped it around her head. She tied it snugly and nestled back in her seat. Her intuition told her Peter was completely trustworthy. To her, the blindfold was only an added attraction. A few miles later, Sarah could smell the saline scent of the ocean. She knew they were on the cape. “You’re not taking me swimming are you? It’s a little too cold for that,” she said. Peter laughed. “No, we’re not swimming but it is a nice night for being outside.” “Hmm. Just give me a hint.” She could hear the grin in his voice. “You’re ruining the fun.” “If we’re not swimming, why are we going to the beach?” “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? How do you know we’re going to the beach?” “We’re on the cape. Where else would we be going?” “I’m giving you nothing, love.”
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Sarah sniffed but she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. The sedan slowed, creeping up to its parking spot. The seagulls were tucked in for the winter. Only the sound of gentle surf breaking on the sand could be heard in the still and silent air. When Sarah climbed from the car, she hiked up her skirt to walk through the snow. Peter walked around to her side of the car and stopped short at the sight of her long legs. She smiled and as her eyes adjusted to the night she noticed a small cabin on the edge of the snow-covered dunes. “Is that yours?” “Of course it’s mine.” “It’s beautiful.” “Just wait until you see the inside.”
“I’m just getting rid of my nylons, Peter. Don’t look so shocked. No one’s watching are they? Nylons and sand don’t mix.” She felt for the clips that held her nylons to her garter belt, released them and slid the nylons down her legs. She didn’t leave out the seductive motions necessary to turn a man into syrup. Peter was just that. He leaned a hand on the door of the car to support himself as he watched. “You’re killing me, love.” “That’s the point,” she laughed. “It’s completely unnecessary, you know. I’m always more than ready for you.” “Yes, but doesn’t denial of pleasure make it all the more delectable when it’s finally served?” “Good point.” Peter held out his hand. Sarah placed hers within its warmth and followed him over carefully up the stairs that led them over the dunes. As they crested the hills of sand and headed down the opposite side, Sarah peeked from underneath her blindfold. She sucked in a breath. “Peter Lawson, I may just fall in love with you.” It was meant as a joke, however, she hoped Peter couldn’t tell just how serious she was. Below her, a small cabin sat cuddled in the snow. Inside a fire burned. Inside, blankets were spread around the interior and Sarah could make out a bottle of wine, glasses and a small basket.
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Peter laughed. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. Take that thing off.” He reached behind her to untie her blindfold. Above her, out the massive front window, the stars shimmered their glory onto the rippling waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The entire scene was like something from a dream. Kneeling on the blankets, she was primed when Peter cradled her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Sarah’s stomach flipped and the blood in her veins thickened. All of a sudden, the wine, the fire, it was all irrelevant. Peter and the fact that he cared enough to try to seduce her was all she needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her tight against his chest. Her dress slipped from her shoulders quite easily as he brushed stray strands of her hair out of the way to nibble her neck. “Lie down, Sarah.” She did as she was told, lying on her front, looking out at the dazzling seawater. Peter began to massage her shoulders, working diligently at the knots created by her indecisions. Beneath his hands, she melted. Her dress followed his hands as he moved down her spine, sending small pulses of energy through her body. “I want you to be completely relaxed,” he whispered. Nearby, the fire snapped, sending bright, red sparks high into flue of the chimney. Sarah moaned when he reached the top of her behind. He kneaded and stroked her skin until she felt she might turn to molasses under his touch. “God, that’s good. I think you’re hired,” she said. “I certainly hope so.” His voice was thick with desire. It surprised her how aroused he’d become simply by touching her. “Perhaps you’ll take me home with you.” She didn’t miss his meaning but it didn’t scare her, as it would have the night before. It endeared him to her. He wanted to be with her, no strings attached. How many women dreamed of this sort of encounter? How could she deny what her emotions were now telling her was right? As she lay completely naked under Peter’s manipulations, she felt intoxicated by the warm cabin air on her skin. When Peter bent down to press his cock into her behind, she gasped. “It’s all right,” he quickly interceded. “We don’t have to go any further.”
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She turned her head to see his face. He looked so powerful and yet so gentle. Right then she longed to snake her fingers through his blond hair and delve her tongue into his mouth. “And if I want to? I want to let things happen instinctively. That will let me know what’s right for us in the end.” She watched a grin curl Peter’s sweet lips. “I’d give anything to feel you wrapped tight around my cock,” he growled. Sarah flipped onto her side. She flicked open Peter’s black trousers and he quickly shucked them. Without the confines of his pants, his erection rose. Still lying on her side, Sarah slid one leg between his so that his balls touched her thigh. Her upper leg she wrapped around his lean hip. He took hold of her hips, raised her up and penetrated deeply. The sensation unravelled her thoughts. There was only her and Peter. He began a slow, gentle pump inside her. Somehow, in this position, she felt more of him. He stretched her and pressed against her core. The shock of the contact inside had her urging him on for a faster, harder release. They both came within moments, Peter coating her pulsing sheath with warm fluid. Sarah held him tightly with her legs. He sat on his knees, just as unwilling to release her, as she was to have him pull out. Once again, as she lay satisfied and languid in his arms, Sarah felt the now familiar clench of unease in her stomach. She pushed it back, aching to enjoy the quiet moment she had with Peter before they had to return to the car and their lives. It didn’t seem like reality and perhaps, Sarah decided, that was the best way to think about their relationship. It wasn’t reality. It was simply two people living out a fantasy. That would work. Right?
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Chapter Five
Almost a week later, she still hadn’t taken a call from Peter. He’d left messages on their answering machine and with Greg. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t feel comfortable talking with him just yet. After Greg arrived home from his office, Sarah curled up on the sofa in her flannel pj’s to watch TV. Desperate Housewives had nothing on her life. The past week had been sheer hell and the New Year wasn’t looking any better. The afghan her grandmother had helped her crochet warmed her knees. Greg was in the kitchen preparing his specialty, spaghetti. He hadn’t brought up the topic of Peter, other than to tell her he’d called, or any other sexual partners since the night Peter had taken her to the cabin. She’d only told him they’d had a good time and that she was unsure what was to happen next. Sarah knew he was letting her work it out in her mind. He very likely felt guilty. Nothing like this had ever come between them before. Sarah didn’t know what to do to make them both feel better. Marie and Ty were still on their honeymoon in Veradero. God, what Sarah wouldn’t give to talk with her sister. Sarah reached for her green tea on the end table, blew on it and took a small sip. The TV volume was on low because she couldn’t concentrate on the show anyway. The one lamp she had on in the room matched the sombre atmosphere she felt on the inside. Greg hadn’t said a thing. Whether he noticed or not, he didn’t say. It had been one week since she’d grabbed her husband and fled the Plaza Towers hotel, six days since she was with Peter in the cabin. In that time, she’d been unable to get Peter Lawson out of her mind. She could picture the curve of his fingers, the smooth plain of his chest, the small creases at the corner of his stormy blue eyes and the small dimple that appeared above the corner of his mouth when he smiled at her. Sarah sighed. Things were never going to be the same. She was at ease with how she felt about Peter, but letting Greg know exactly how she felt was another matter. How would he react when he found out she was falling headlong into love with Peter?
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Snuggling her mug of tea under her chin, she watched Greg walk into the room holding two towering plates of spaghetti. “Here we are, darlin’. Are you hungry?” He sat down beside her. She tucked her knees closer so he wouldn’t sit on her feet, a familiar action. “Thanks. It looks great.” She settled her plate on her lap, swinging her legs to the floor. The hot plate warmed her thighs and again, she though of Peter’s warmth. Why wasn’t she thinking of her husband? Greg leaned forward to grab the remote from the oak coffee table. He upped the volume. Twirling the noodles on his fork, Greg glanced at Sarah. “Not eating?” “It looks great but I’m not really that hungry.” He set his plate on the table. “I know just what you need.” He stood. “I’ll be right back.” Sarah’s gaze returned to the TV, trying to focus her attention on what was happening on Wisteria Lane. When Greg returned, he held out a bowl for her. She took it and smiled. “You’re female so that should help,” he said, a smile pulling at his lips. Sarah peeked into the bowl. “Oh, babe. Ice cream. You’re such a doll.” She leaned toward him to plant a kiss on his soft lips. “You really know how to treat a girl.” “You’re welcome.” Just then the doorbell rang. Sarah looked quizzically at Greg. “Who would be here at this hour?” Greg jumped off the couch and jogged to the door. Sarah heard low voices speaking in the kitchen. She cocked her head, trying to pick up what they were talking about. All she managed to make out was Greg’s deep voice. Hey man. Good to see you. C’mon in. “Greg?” she called. No answer. “Greg? Who is it?” Sarah’s mouth fell open as Greg walked into the room followed by Peter. Both men were looking at her as if expecting her to fly off the handle. She didn’t. She couldn’t move. Dressed in faded jeans and a plain navy sweater, Peter was the epitome of a handsome, sensually attractive man. “Greg…what the…” was all she could manage. Peter walked forward then. “Hey love.”
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Sarah forced a smile, unsure of why he’d come to her home. “You know, Greg loves you so much. I decided to let you know that what you’re feeling is okay.” Sarah looked at Greg who nodded his head. “What do you know about how I’m feeling?” she said, suddenly feeling as if she’d been ambushed. Greg shrugged. “We really don’t, Sare. Tell us.” Sarah turned to face her husband. “Then know that I’m falling for him. Know that I want both of you.” Both men remained silent. “I don’t want to give him up now. I can’t give him up. Can you understand that? I want to keep him. I want both of you so much, but I don’t know how that works in a stable marriage.” Sarah sniffled as tears of relief began to slide down her cheeks. It was all out in the open now. She collapsed into the couch. Greg walked up to her and knelt at her feet. “Sarah, I know. This is not unexpected. Why didn’t you tell me all this. I haven’t had a clue what’s been going on in your head all week.” “I didn’t think you’d understand. I wasn’t sure how you’d react.” She felt Peter move behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders and began to gently knead them. “I’m not upset, Sarah,” Greg said. “I just wish I could have been more a part of this. I could have helped.” “How?” she asked. Peter’s hands were beginning to instil the sensation of relaxation. Why was Greg so understanding? She’d been his forever and now he was willing to share her. “Show us what you need, Sarah?” he murmured, his voice becoming low and hoarse as if he was restraining intense emotions. He stroked her knee, sending gentle pulses of chemistry up her leg. “I could show you,” she answered. She couldn’t believe how aroused Greg seemed, knowing another man was interested in her. As he drew closer to her, his erection brushed her shin. His eyes narrowed with desire. What was he thinking? Peter was right behind her. Was now the time he meant for her to have both of them? Peter came around the sofa to stand in front of her. She held out her hand. “Come, love. Show us how good this can be.”
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With Greg at her knee and Peter by her side, Sarah could not imagine a more interesting proposition. Just then, everything fell into place. Peter was right. Her marriage would never be normal and that was perfectly all right with her. Greg was giving a gift to himself as well as to her. Peter was for both of them. The way he looked at Sarah, with pure want in his gaze and how he could make Sarah feel was a Christmas gift they shouldn’t deny. There’s nothing wrong here, she thought. She took Peter’s hand and he pulled her to standing. Greg followed when she beckoned him with her finger. She led them both to the bedroom. She laid back and Greg settled over top of her, nudging her legs apart. She could feel the heat of him right through his denim. She heard Peter undressing before he settled on his knees by her head to begin gently massaging her temples. All sane thought evaporated from her mind. There was no talking, only the slowly increasing sound of breathlessness. Greg reached under the elastic of her pyjamas and slid them down to her knees. She helped by kicking them off from there. Unsnapping his jeans, she then reached inside until she felt his hot, eager cock. Pulling it into the open air, she teased his tip with the end of her finger. He struggled out of his clothing then, tossing them in a pile at the foot of the bed. He pushed his erection into her moist folds, slipping easily into her as she stretched around him. They groaned in unison as he swelled even more and pushed to his root. Peter reached under her collar to gently flick her erect nipple. She gasped. “Oh God,” she moaned. “It doesn’t get any better than this.” “Wanna make a bet,” Greg answered. Behind her, Peter laughed. A throaty, sensual laugh, she’d come to adore. “Shall we show her what you mean, mate?” Peter asked Greg. Greg twitched within her as if in response to Peter’s question. “Absolutely,” he muttered. Greg used his hands to prop himself up off Sarah’s chest. Peter bent his head over her shoulder. She reached up to stroke his hair and then the back of his neck. She couldn’t keep up with the sensations that racked her body. Never had she experienced anything so intense. Peter took her pink nipple in his mouth, gently suckling her. The electrical impulses that shot through her the same moment Greg thrust hard deep inside were more than she could bear. She arched up, her muscles tensed like a rubber band ready to snap.
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Parting her eyelids only slightly, she watched as Greg’s face changed. His jaw tensed, locks of his dark hair falling in his eyes. Sarah could only clench his upper arms as his thrusts and Peter’s nips to her breasts sent her cascading over the edge of reason. Contractions gripped his shaft, milking him so that he moaned and fell over the edge with her. When Peter moved his gorgeous head away, Greg collapsed against her. She held him tight amazed she had so wonderful a husband. After a moment he withdrew, only to move to the side. “Ready for more?” he asked. “More? You just finished. What are you talking about?” It hadn’t even occurred to her that there would be more. She felt sheepish as Peter switched places with Greg. “Oh, there’s much more Sarah,” Peter whispered. His erection reached for his navel, his veins pulsing under tremendous arousal. He took hold of her hips and rolled her to her stomach, his favourite position. As he gently tugged on her hips, she took the hint, rising up on all fours. Before she blinked, Greg was beneath her, tonguing her breasts, his finger slowly stroking her clit. She found it difficult to support herself under all that stimulation but when Peter grabbed her hips and pressed against her sex, Sarah pressed back, hard. Already the pressure inside was boiling, threatening to send her over the edge yet again, and this time, perhaps without her partner. “God, Peter.” She clenched her teeth as the shockwaves began to pull at her sinews. “Oh, God. Harder.” She came hard, arching her back as she tossed her head. Stars burst in front of her eyes, blinding her to all sensations but the electricity firing through her neurons. The swell within her told her Peter’s own climax wasn’t far away. He was riding the edge. “Mmm…Sarah,” he groaned. He drove into her, growling as he came inside her. Sarah lowered herself to Greg’s chest. She could hear his heart thumping as if he’d just come himself. Peter stroked her lower back with his strong hands. He withdrew and together, all three of them relaxed on top of her bed. She snuggled under Greg’s arm as Peter cupped her from behind. “Now do you see, Sarah?” Greg crooned. “There’s no reason to give up what makes you happy…what makes us happy.”
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“I see now,” she responded. “I can have my cake and eat it too, can’t I?” She felt a giggle of pure bliss rising up in her chest. “That’s it, Sarah. Let the joy out,” Greg said, obviously recognising her attempt at stifling a laugh. Then, with Peter caressing her hip and Greg stroking her jaw with his finger, Sarah knew she had all she’d ever need.
About the Author Jennah Sharpe is an author, mother and traveller who can be easily seduced by mint chocolate. Her imagination often keeps her up at night but it certainly makes for an entertaining life. She lives in Canada with her soul mate and two young children. Email:
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