The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address

The Wives of Beverly Row 2
Abby Weeks

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ISBN 978‐1‐927947‐30‐2

Title Page

Copyright

Quote

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Back Matter

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“ALL ART IS EROTIC.”

Gustav Klimt,
1862‐1918

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“EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS ABOUT SEX EXCEPT SEX. SEX IS ABOUT POWER.”

Oscar Wilde,
1854‐1900

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I

V
ERONICA WAS SURPRISED AT HOW
excited she felt. She thought there was nothing Hank could do in the bedroom that would excite her. She’d written him off as a complete failure as far as sexual gratification was concerned. But kneeling there on her bed with her back to the man she’d been married to for six years, waiting for him to
take
her, she felt suddenly aroused.

“You ready?” Hank said.

She swayed her butt left and right in answer. Hank was holding a bottle of lotion and he poured some onto his hand. Veronica held her breath as she waited for what was coming. It had been a very long time since she’d had any kind of thrilling sexual encounter and now it was coming from the one place she’d least expected it, her husband.

Twelve years ago, Veronica had married the sexiest man she’d ever met in her life. She’d been in Barcelona at the time, working at one of the best restaurants in the city. Cooking had always been Veronica’s passion and after her first marriage failed, she’d taken her life by the reins and made her way to Europe. Kyle was living with his father at the time and she had no other children so she was as free as she was ever likely to get. Veronica had always dreamed of opening a restaurant so she decided to work in as many kitchens as possible while she travelled through Spain and learned the culture. In Andalusia she learned the secret of making perfect
gazpacho
. In the Sierra d’as Zucas she learned how to prepare lamb for the region’s famous
asado de ternasco
. And in Barcelona she got a job at a small and highly regarded three-hundred year old restaurant close to the harbor. The place was like something out of a storybook. Over six months she learned everything there was to know about Catalan cuisine, from grilling vegetables for
escalivada
to salting cod for
esqueixada
. She also learned that she was a lot more adventurous than she’d ever imagined. Within a month of getting to the city she’d fallen in love with her head chef, a man a little older than her called Alejandro de Gràcia. They were married soon after and spent their honeymoon on the French Riviera. It was during that time Veronica learned just how much fun sex could be. Alejandro did everything to her. On a beach at Cap d’Agde she let him fuck her in front of a crowd of Dutch nudists. At a nightclub in Saint Tropez he had anal sex with her while she sucked off a young Frenchman she’d never seen before in her life and had never seen since. During the year she was married to Alejandro she tried everything, his appetite for her knew no bounds, and she realized that she loved being dominated and possessed by a strong man who knew exactly what he wanted. She also realized that anal sex could give a woman a kind of orgasm that she’d never even known was possible. It wasn’t something she spoke about often, but Veronica was convinced she’d discovered in anal sex a secret to attaining the perfect orgasm that other women didn’t know about.

All of that seemed to her like a different life, a life that had happened to a different person. She’d married Alejandro when she was thirty-five and they were divorced the following year. It was one of those relationships that was never destined to last very long. She came back to Los Angeles and Kyle moved back in with her. A year and a half with his father had been more than enough. For the next five years she tried to gather up the nerve to open her own restaurant. She’d wanted to use all the skills and techniques she’d learned in Spain, but it never materialized. Financially things had been tight. She couldn’t get the funds together. She also found that there was no way she could continue the flamboyant sex life she’d grown accustomed to in Europe, not as a single mother living in Topanga. When she met Hank Roycroft at the restaurant she waitressed for she was ready to settle down. And that’s what she did. She settled.

Hank was good to her, he was good to Kyle, and he was willing to offer her the financial security she hadn’t ever been able to achieve on her own. In the six years they’d been together a certain bond of affection and loyalty had grown between them. While the sex might not have been as fantastic as she’d experienced in her younger days, while her life might not have been quite so thrilling, there was a certain friendship that kept them together and made their relationship work.

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“D
O WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME
,” Veronica said softly.

She could hear Hank behind her, she could feel his hesitation. She knew this was a big leap for him, he’d never tried anything like this in his life. He was a conservative, moderate, financially stable man who owned his own house, three cars, a cottage in Aspen where he liked to ski, and had never ever dreamed of having anal sex with his wife.

Please take me
, she thought to herself as she waited. She took a breath and then she felt it, the smooth, deliciously cold touch of Hank’s hand on her ass. He was rubbing the lotion into the crack of her ass with his finger. It was cool and soothing. It felt strangely erotic to feel Hank’s finger sliding along the narrow valley between her butt cheeks. When his finger passed over her anus she gasped. She hadn’t been in a position like this since her days in Europe. She arched her back and pushed out her butt and prayed that Hank had what it took to go through with it.

With both hands he began massaging her buttocks with the lotion. She didn’t know if he was stalling or getting excited. She kept her eyes straight ahead as he manfully handled her butt, rubbing the lotion into her skin, covering every crevice with slippery lubricant. She didn’t want to look back at him in case the look on his face spoiled the illusion. As she squirmed her butt left and right she imagined that Hank was hungrily looking at her ass, desiring her as much as Alejandro had all those years before.

Hank’s finger began to press against her anus and she couldn’t believe it.
Was this really happening
? After six years of marriage, was Hank really giving her what she wanted? Was he finally taking charge of her body like a cowboy controlling a horse? She looked over her shoulder at him. His face was expressionless.

“Does that hurt?” he said.

She shook her head.

His finger pressed slowly into her anus. She held her breath as the sensation ran through her body. It brought back memories of the Mediterranean coast, the wine, the smell of olive oil, and most of all, Alejandro. She pictured his manly, tanned chest. Rich, dark curls of hair had covered it like a lightly forested Spanish mountainside. His lips were the most delicious things she’d ever kissed.

Hank’s finger pressed all the way into her anus and then began to slide back out. Veronica could feel the excitement building up inside her. His finger slid in and out like a slow piston in a machine.

“How’s that?” Hank said.

“Good,” she said. She wished he would stop asking her questions. She wanted him to take command of her. She wanted him to dominate her, just like Alejandro had. It ruined the illusion when he timidly asked her if he was doing it right.

Hank poured more lotion over her ass and the coolness of it against her skin made her tingle. She closed her eyes tight and tried to get her mind in the right place. She was too distracted. She tried to focus on things that aroused her about Hank. He had nice, large hands. She liked it when he held her close to him and made her feel safe. He played golf.
It wasn’t working
. No matter how hard she focused, even while he was fingering her ass, she found it difficult to think of him in a sexual way.

“Should I put in two fingers?” Hank said.

She wanted to tell him to just do what he thought he should do. She wanted to tell him to stop asking her everything but she knew that would only hurt his feelings.

“I think so, honey,” she said.

She kept her eyes shut as Hank slowly slid two fingers into her ass. The sensation was intense. It didn’t hurt, he was doing everything right, taking his time and moving slowly, but she somehow had the impression that he was just performing a chore and wasn’t really excited about what was happening.

She looked back at him. The look on his face was more of concentration than of passion. He was doing everything to please
her
, to make
her
happy, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to make
himself
happy.

“Hold on,” she said.

“Am I doing it wrong?”

“You’re doing it perfectly, honey,” she said. “You’re making me so horny I could die.”

Hank smiled and it was a smile of kindness, of friendship. She loved him, he was a good man and he took care of her, but there was no passion between them and she couldn’t manufacture it. He took his fingers out of her ass and let the skirt of her nightgown fall back down over her butt. She crawled toward him. He was still in his pajamas, the ones that reminded her of her father.

She leaned her head down into his crotch and pulled down the front of his pants. His cock was soft and flaccid. He wasn’t aroused at all. She put her lips on his small nub and began licking the head. Slowly, his penis began to come to life, stiffening as her tongue ran over the pink flesh. Hank was on his knees looking down at her. In that moment, Veronica would have found it intensely thrilling if he’d pushed her head down harder on his cock and forced it deep into her throat. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t do anything. He just leaned back and let her continue to suck on his cock as it hardened and lengthened in her mouth.

“Okay,” he said after a minute. “I think I’m ready.”

Veronica looked up at him. She wiped saliva from her lips. She wished the room wasn’t so bright. Nothing felt romantic or erotic or passionate. It was all awkward.

She turned around and lifted her nightdress, showing Hank her ass again.

“Use lotion,” she said.

He poured lotion all over his penis. Veronica braced herself and then she felt it, the tip of his cock pressed against the muscular ring of her anus. He pressed it hard against her but it didn’t slide in.

“You’re too tight,” he said.

His voice sounded strained, nervous even. Veronica just prayed they would be able to get through this ordeal without completely humiliating themselves. She gasped as Hank’s two fingers slid up into her asshole. He was becoming a little hasty. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and rotated them, trying to open up her asshole and loosen it up. He went about it like it was a job to be done and then pulled his fingers back out.