Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (22 page)


Sure,

he said.


More wine for me.

Ann handed Mike her empty glass.


On second thought, I

ll go with you,

he added.

I could use a snack.


After that meal?

Mike looked dumbfounded.

We all ate enough to last a year.


I

m a growing boy, what can I say?” He grinned, and his cock stirred slightly.

* * * *

Once they were in the kitchen, Mike felt Jeff

s hand grab ahold of his.


Let

s step outside, just for a minute,

said Jeff.


Ann? She

ll wonder where we are.


Just for a minute. I need some fresh air.

Outside, Jeff grabbed him and pulled him in close. They kissed.


I

ve been wanting to do that for so long.

Jeff

s nose rubbed against his as he spoke.

I don

t know what the hell I

m doing, but that felt so damned good.


Jeff, this isn

t good. I like you, I really do. But Ann

you

re a married man, and I don

t go around breaking up marriages.


I

m not asking you to, nor am I considering leaving Ann. This is just something I

m feeling, I can

t explain it.

Jeff

s reached behind and grabbed his buttocks.

It

s strange, liking another man in this way, yet it feels nice.


We should get back inside and forget all about this, us. Really, this isn

t a good idea in any shape, way, or form.

He broke free from Jeff and turned to go back inside, and that

s when he saw her, Ann staring back at him on the other side of the glass door, her mouth gaping open, her eyes full of anger and obvious shock.


Jesus,

he cursed, turning to Jeff.

Jeff shoved him aside tearing into the cottage.

* * * *

Had she seen right? Had they been kissing?

Ann stepped back as Jeff moved towards her, his arms outstretched.


What the fuck was that?

she yelled.

You and Mike?

This was a nightmare. Her life had taken a sudden turn into a fucked-up movie of the week storyline, or better yet, one of those true life magazines at the supermarket.


Ann, it

s nothing

promise,

stammered Jeff.


Nothing? You call kissing another man and doing lord knows what nothing? How long has this been going on?

She demanded to know. She had a right to know.


We

ve only kissed, that

s all. Nothing more.


It

s true, Ann. We didn

t mean to even do that much,

explained Mike.

Pointing one finger at her neighbor, she turned her anger on him.

You can shut the hell up. Tell me, friend. Do you go around intending to break up marriages?

Mike shook his head and looked down at the floor.

It

s so not like that. I knew I shouldn

t have come up here this weekend. This is all too fucked up.


Fucked up is finding my husband kissing a good friend and neighbor,

she snapped.

And Jeff, where has this sudden urge to go exploring come from? Am I not pleasing you enough?

Keep it together
.


Yes. Yes, you satisfy me. I don

t know. I can

t explain it. You knew I had that encounter once. Perhaps it

s fucking embedded within my brain and it

s always been there.


Then do it,

she said, raising her voice again.

Do it and get it out of your system. Suck his cock right here, in front of me. Get it out of your system!

She couldn

t believe what she was saying, but fuck it all to hell, she was saying it! If Jeff wanted to experiment, she was at least going to be in on it.

Upstairs and in the bedroom with both of you, now,

she ordered.

* * * *

What was she doing and what was she thinking?

This was a side of Ann that Jeff hadn

t thought existed.


You

ve obviously had this on your mind for a while, Jeff. So get down to business. I want to see the two of you together.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him, both of them. She appeared to be much calmer since they moved upstairs.


Ann, this is silly,

he said, feeling every inch the fool.


I agree,

chimed Mike.

I think we should all go to bed and talk about this in the morning when we can see things much more clearly. We

ve been drinking, and none of us are in a very good place right now.


My place is perfect. I

m calm. I

m not drunk.

He was fast becoming less than amused by Ann

s strange behavior. In fact, he

d had enough. She had obviously wanted to embarrass them, and she had succeeded.

So, you want me to drop to my knees, like this.

He dropped to the floor in front of Mike.

And you want me to suck his cock?

He unbuttoned Mike

s shorts.

Fine. If that

s what you want, that

s what you get.

He was now hard as a rock, ready for action. For so long he had wanted this, to try sex with another man. With his wife watching, it was finally happening. It was truly exhilarating.


This has to be a dream,

muttered Mike.

I

ll wake up and this will have been some over-the-top

dream.

* * * *

Ann sat back, watching the scene in front of her unfold. Her anger had subsided, and now she was curious…and rather horny.

This was so out of character for her. This wasn

t her. This wasn’t sweet, responsible, and slightly bookish Ann who always played it straight and confined her innermost fantasies to the words she typed on her computer.

One hand went over her mouth as she watched her husband take Mike

s more than ample cock into his hand, guiding it to his lips.

Not wanting to be left out on the hot action, she moved from the bed to the floor, and now next to Jeff, she went to work licking Mike

s shaft up and down while Jeff sucked the head, his eyes watching her, one hand moving to caress her back and shoulders.

Jeff withdrew the cock from his mouth and winked.

Your turn, suck his hot cock.

His lips were slick, his eyes awaiting her next move.

* * * *

Finally, it was happening. On his knees before Mike, he relished the taste of his neighbor

s cock on his lips.

Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down along with his underwear, his cock springing forth and ready to explode with excitement. Coming to a standing position, he kicked them off and locked his arms around Mike.

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