Wives with Benefits: Volume One Read Free Page A

mouth was:
    “Natalie. And you?”
    “Ethan.”
    He was a forceful kisser, compared to Mark, at least, and that was her baseline for any comparison. Forceful was good — she needed a little energy, a little short sharp shock to her system. Perhaps she needed a little punishment, too, for what she was doing to hubby. Judging him and sentencing him without even hearing his side of the story first.
    Oh, but she needed this, now.
    Ethan kissing his way up her stomach now, breathing her in, putting his strong hands all over her breasts. God, she’d always had a thing for strong hands. Ethan’s were all over her — holding her, fondling her, caressing her, squeezing her.
    He wanted her, he appreciated her.
    Ripping her dress now, he was so desperate to free up her breasts.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Oh I don’t care. Rip it.”
    His fingers on her bare breasts, his hot mouth on her impossibly stiff nipples, flicking his tongue over her sensitive buds, sending little electric shocks directly from her chest straight down to her pussy.
    She let out a long moan. It had been so long since anybody had touched her like this. She couldn’t take too much of it though, not in one dose.
    Alice pushed him back, sitting up, tasting his mouth again, sucking on his tongue, breathing in that hint of underlying bitterness that suggested he was a light smoker — again, so different from Mark, from clean clinical Mark.
    Pulling off Ethan’s shirt now. Figuring: hey, we’re in a hotel room alone. If anyone found out about this, they’d assume the worst, they’d never believe she had stopped this whole thing before it went the whole way, even if she did. So she might as well keep going anyway.
    His bare chest smooth, waxed or shaven, shapely and not overly sculpted, the gentle tan and his neck chain making her think he was a surfer, perhaps, though he’d been too distracted by life recently to ride many waves.
    Then he was falling on her, his hand falling on her panties, her mound, showing her that her dress seemed to have ridden up past her hips all on its own.
    She gasped as she felt that strong hand on her soaking pussy, pleased this all happened on the day she decided to wear the smallest panties she owned. His fingers slipping under the skimpy piece of black satin to find her slippery folds as he moved up to kiss her mouth, touching her just where she wanted, spreading her wetness all over her mound.
    Pinching her clit and its protective hood between his fingers even as he continued to stroke her, pushing the tips of his fingers inside her.
    He was owning her pussy with that hand. His enthusiasm made her forget that hint of insecurity over the fact that she hadn’t shaved down there, though it was trim and tidy enough to cope in a bikini.
    God, she was going to come soon if he wasn’t careful.
    Then as though he was aware of her approaching climax, he broke off from her. Pulling off his pants, his underwear.
    Oh Jesus, he had a big cock. Was she even going to be able to get it in her mouth?
    It was so beautiful, not just its size. Its simple lines were somehow elegant, in a way the male phallus was not really supposed to be — was it? His lack of hair was striking enough, perhaps helping emphasize his sheer immensity.
    Panic set in as he moved between her thighs, pushing up her knees, pressing that enormous thing against her sensitive, burning sex with only a tiny little scrap of black satin to keep it out.
    He wasn’t even going to wait for her to suck him, to get her head around the sheer physicality of what she was doing, the fact that a real live huge naked non-spousal cock was going to claim her, breaking her vows.
    She felt as though she were walking a tightrope over a great canyon, with the overwhelming temptation to jump off and feel the rush of the air as she fell.
    Ethan nudged aside her underwear with the tip of his bare penis, and she felt she’d look a fool to stop him now. She felt it touch her there — right there,