“Hey.”
Oh God, she looked so unbelievably gorgeous. Wincingly, heart-stoppingly, deeply arousingly gorgeous. Wearing her black coat with matching scarf, her dirty-blonde hair fell in waves around her pretty face. Her smeared make-up lent her the mischievous air of a bad girl—confirming her status as a sexy, insatiable wife. Hugo felt certain he couldn’t handle having this goddess mad at him, he would do whatever it took to seek her forgiveness for his intrusion.
“So you had your secret affair,” he said.
“How much did you see?”
“All of it. From when you came in. Are you angry with me?”
“Wait—am I angry with you?” she said sharply, making Hugo flinch, ready for the fireworks.
“For watching you. I know I wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Angry with you?” she laughed, but confused rather than amused. “I came over here to see if you were angry with me.”
“Why would I be angry with you?” Hugo said, realizing that a normal husband probably would be angry at Madeleine’s secret sexual explorations.
“For being with Lucy, for not telling you.”
Hugo smiled. “Why would I be angry about that?” he asked her. “You know it’s up to you who you’re with. And I know you were with Connor a long while before the first time you let me see.”
That little revelation surprised her too. But she saw that he wasn’t mad at her.
“And you’re not at all angry at me for that?”
“Maybe a little, for keeping such a hot secret from me,” he grinned. “You’re not angry at me for prying?”
She returned his smile, her face lighting up in that way that always made him feel as though someone had ignited his insides—true devastating beauty. “Of course not,” she said. “I like it when you watch, you know that. Are you upset you didn’t get to see our first time?”
He looked at her, then shook his head. “It was near enough. I know your first time must have been a something like the first time I saw you. You were still nervous, beautiful, hot beyond belief. I believed it was your first time at the time—I had that experience.”
“Yes, I think you did. It would have been much the same.”
“Maybe the next affair you have, you’ll let me see the beginning.”
Her pretty mouth broke into a smile. Madeleine stepped inside the door, and reached for him, pulling him to her forcefully. “My next affair. Hmm. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”
“Oh?”
She reached up on tip-toes for a passionate kiss. Her lips were so soft, a touch waxy from her lipstick and tasted faintly sweet from the fruit, yet with a piquant flavor Hugo realized reflected her run-in with Lucy and Connor. There was real fire in that kiss, even before the door closed behind her, and her coat opened to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath other than her scarf. Both of them were dispelling perceptions that either had wronged the other, while reconnecting and confirming their incredible bond.
“My company wants me to move to head office,” she said. “To take my ideas to the next level.”
“That’s fantastic, honey! Congratulations!”
“But also, it might free me up to pursue one of the guys at the bookstore, if you’re happy for me to.”
Hugo slipped his hands down her naked torso, and pushed her back against the wall beside the front door, now kissing his way down her velvet neck.
“Since you wouldn’t be working with them any more.”
“Not directly, no.”
Hugo couldn’t help smiling. “It wouldn’t be someone tall, dark and handsome, would it?”
“Maybe,” she flashed her eyes.
She moaned gently as he sucked on her neck, his hands fondling her breasts, thumbs grazing over her sensitive nipples.
“So how long has that been going on for—with Lucy, I mean.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess we used to fool around a little in college—you know, innocent stuff. Occasionally since then, well, there’s been a few times here and there when we’ve had a lot to drink…”
“But recently you’ve been seeing more of her?”
“Not for ages—and then, you know, I was being more confident and flirtatious generally, and she was talking about moving to New York, and you were talking about me being with other guys…”
“You’ve been dating her since then?”
He returned to kiss her mouth, sucking on her tongue softly, inhaling her sweet scent with every breath, finding it such a thrill that she tasted and smelled different from normal, because he knew she’d been having sex with the couple now engaged in their own little private fling across the street.
“It was never really dating,” Madeleine said. “Just hanging out really, fooling around if we felt like it.”
“Sounds like dating to me.”
She smiled, and he could see a hint of wickedness in that smile. She said, “You’d like me to call it dating?”
He grinned. “Kind of hot to think my beautiful wife dates other men—and women.”
She laughed. “I forgot how men are so hung up on the whole lesbian thing.”
Hugo slipped off her coat, both of them allowing it to just slump to the ground as he sucked on her firm nipples, hands running down her heavenly curves.
“You’re not a lesbian, though,” he said.
“I’ve never found myself drawn to any other woman.”
“But you do have feelings for her. Beyond just fooling around.”
Madeleine looked suddenly sad, regretful, as though this was a revelation too far, which might mean she’d have to end everything with her Maid of Honor.
“She’s my best friend.”
“She’s more than that.”
Madeleine shrugged, but looked almost as though tears were on their way. Hugo felt more than a little strange, though jealousy still was not really rearing its head, despite the apparent confirmation that his wife had a fairly significant emotional bond with someone else.
Things were clicking into place in his head about Madeleine, about who she was, what drove her.
He made another mental jump, joining two dots that hadn’t seemed remotely close. “Lucy said you slept with someone at your bachelorette party,” he said. “It was her, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Madeleine said, lighting another fire within Hugo’s chest.
So it went back as far as that.
She looked as though she was now bracing herself for his anger, for his rejection, for him to order her out of his life. But Hugo smiled, and kissed her tenderly, completely catching her off guard. Then he was crouching, kneeling, breathing in that strange musk lingering around her, kissing his way down her stomach, hands gently fondling her breasts as he made his way to the enticing camber of her smooth, shaven mound, where her spicy aroma only intensified.
He said, “If you feel so strongly about her, could you handle sharing her?”
Madeleine turned her head toward the windows and the view across the street, and she let out a little gasp, though Hugo wasn’t sure whether it was from seeing Lucy now making love to Connor, or because he was now lapping at her soaking, swollen pussy lips, pushing up one of her legs so that her foot balanced on his shoulder.
“You think she might want to go out with him?” Madeleine asked her husband.
“Would you be okay with that if she did?”
She looked down at him, panting as he sucked on her labia, lapped up her slick nectar, pressing his face to a pussy already flushed from its earlier attention from Lucy and Connor.
“Of course,” Madeleine smiled, confidence returning to her pretty face. “I think he’d be perfect for her. He’d have to share her with me. But she can have him. Connor was only a little fun for me. Plenty of other fish in the sea, right?”
Hugo said, “I know there’s a few biting in that bookstore of yours already.”
They laughed at that, but now Madeleine urged him back up onto his feet, an
d grabbed his hand, pulling him over toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“I want to see,” she said, placing her hands on the glass and jutting out her pert behind for him, apparently completely unconcerned how exposed she was in front of all that window, without any kind of blind or curtain to shield her.
Hugo slipped his hand between her thighs as he stood behind her, feeling how incredibly wet she was. He opened his fly, slipped his rock-hard cock out, then quietly glided inside her gloriously hot pussy, his thrust into her made so easy by her evening’s infidelity.
“Oh God… oh that feels amazing,” his beautiful wife sighed as he filled her.
It was an amazing feeling. Though Lucy had cleaned her following Connor’s climax, deep inside her Hugo could feel an uncommonly silky wetness that was not merely Madeleine’s own lubrication.
“I can feel his come inside you,” Hugo said, trying to keep himself controlled within her.
He could see her smile reflected in the glass. “It seems so wrong letting him finish inside me,” she said, moaning as Hugo continued to plough into her from behind, “but it’s so incredible to feel that big hard cock stretching me, pulsing as he’s pumping it deep inside me...”
Hugo slowed, pacing himself, wanting to experience this for longer.
“You’re so hard,” Madeleine said, her voice hushed in awe. “It really turns you on to see him fuck me, doesn’t it? To watch him put that big hard cock inside me...”
It was almost as though she was trying to force his hand. He loved the way she talked, so different from the way it had been before, when neither of them could open up about anything even vaguely sexual.
“We should go back over there, once they’re ready,” Madeleine said.
“You want him again?” Hugo smiled. “One last time before you give him up?”
“I want both of you,” she said, “even if it’s just once, I want to feel you both inside me.”
The thought of Madeleine taking two guys at once, whether it included her husband or not, was too much for Hugo to contemplate and keep himself back from the edge.
He said, “I’m sure it won’t just be the once.”
Then as he saw the look of delight on her face, reflected back in the glass, and felt her body shudder and shake as a fresh orgasm seized hold of her. Hugo was suddenly at the end of the road, grabbing her hips tight as he buried himself deep inside her, his huge fat cock throbbed as he pumped his own hot come inside her, claiming her, marking her as his own.
*
Afterwards, back in their clothes, though Madeleine had precious little other than her coat, they leaned against the back of the couch, gazing out the windows, watching their apartment across the street, as Lucy rode Connor like a jockey on a champion racehorse. There could be no doubting that the two of them had powerful chemistry. Lucy looked besotted, the rapturous expression on her face as she writhed on top of him making it appear she had never experienced such instant attraction before. Connor was looking up at her as though she was some kind of angel. Or, as Hugo suspected, a goddess.
“Will you keep seeing him after tonight?”
“I wonder if it might not be better to leave them to it for a while,” she said.
Madeleine looked a touch regretful—and yet happy for her friend. Nostalgic, perhaps, was the word for it. One episode in her life—their lives—was coming to an end, but a new one was beginning, offering tantalizing possibilities.
“You know, Connor just told me he wanted to see what it was like, being in a relationship like ours?” Hugo said.
“Is that so? And Lucy wants to try it, too. That’s a happy coincidence.”
“I guess we’ve shown them how wild it can be.”
Madeleine turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, we’ve only just scratched the surface,” she said, and with a glance at the door, indicated that it was time to rejoin the party.
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Acknowledgements
The writing of this trilogy was something of a journey for me, in exploring ideas I inadvertently uncovered in the writing of my earlier novel, Anarchy of the Heart, and at the end of it all, I’d like to thank a few people who have helped me along the way.
Firstly I’d like to thank my beloved wife who spurred me into writing Anarchy of the Heart in the first place by stating her verdict on my earlier stories as “a little tame” when first I revealed the shocking truth that I was an author of erotic fiction. That story was supposed to be a straightforward account of group sex, to hit back at my “tame” label, conceding that most of my previous stories had been one-on-one “vanilla” erotic romance. I decided on a partner-swapping scenario set in the relative safety of a foreign vacation, and, reluctant to toy with the concept of marriage, opted for protagonists who were merely engaged to be married.
In the writing of Anarchy, I had assumed the big thrill for a male writer such as myself would have been the opportunity for my hero, Leo, to explore his desires with more than one woman—separately, and together. Perhaps as a younger, single writer, that would have been the case. But as I wrote the story, trying to really imagine what it would actually be like for a committed couple to consider such a challenge to monogamy, it seemed to me that the more significant concerns in the mind of my leading man was how he would cope knowing his beloved fiancée was going to be sleeping with another man, and how she might feel about him sleeping with another woman.
It was this inner conflict that caught my interest as a writer, and to my surprise as I was writing the story, it appeared that for a man like Leo, the jealousy and fear that comes with giving up your true love (albeit temporarily) to allow her an earth-shattering experience in the arms of another man could actually enhance the sensations for him, and even strengthen the desire he felt for his beloved, and the romantic bond they shared together.
In taking forward this concept in a story about such feelings within an established marriage, I have found the writing of authors including Kirsten McCurran, Kenny Wright and Ben Boswell enormously enlightening and enjoyable, along with countless blogs written by real people out there exploring “semi-open” relationships. Mainstream culture doesn’t imbue these kind of journals with much value, but in revealing the thoughts and experiences of people leading lives different than the norm, they do hold a great deal of value.
I’d also give a nod to the impressive and highly readable academic examination of “insatiable wives” within David J Ley’s book, Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray and the Men Who Love Them, which also proved hugely helpful and informative regarding relationships where the husband enjoys the sexual freedom of his wife.
In the actual production of the Madeleine Trilogy, I’d like to give particular thanks to Kenny Wright, who as editor has been invaluable in discussing the story, the subject of insatiable wives in their various guises, and the inner workings of erotic fiction. This would be a far poorer story without his input.
And finally, special thanks above all to you, Dear Reader, for honoring me with your time and attention. In this day and age, the reader has never been more important to an author, not merely in shelling out for a book in the first place, but in recommending it to friends and strangers through online bookstores, social media and even by word-of-mouth.
If you’ve enjoyed this trilogy, if it’s not too much trouble I would urge you to share your honest review with others via the ebook store where you made the purchase, or on Twitter, Facebook, GoodReads or your favorite discussion portal for fiction. You’ll not only help others to find this story for themselves, you’ll be actively helping in the production of more stories from your humble author.
About the Author
Max Sebastian lives in London with his wife and child, and has been writing erotica for more than 10 years, winning awards including Literotica.com’s Best Erotic Couplings Story, Reader’s Choice Sci-Fi & Fantasy Story and Best First-Time Story.
Breaking into the world of indie publishing in late 2011, w
ith his first full length erotic novel Anarchy of the Heart arriving in 2012, and Submitting to Her a year later, his writing explores various erotic fantasies and kinks, from sweet vanilla erotic romance to spicy ménage stories, revealing voyeurism/exhibitionism, scandalous wife-sharing, sensual femdom and light BDSM. His stories particularly focus on sexy, independent and empowered females along with the strong, sensitive men who can help them find their happy ever after.
You can find Max online at maxsebastian.net, on Twitter @MaxSebastian, on Facebook at facebook.com/writermax, and on GoodReads at goodreads.com/maxsebastian.
And, readers are always very welcome to contact Max by emailing [email protected].
Also by Max Sebastian
Novels
Anarchy of the Heart
Madeleine Wakes
Madeleine Plays
Madeleine Strays
Submitting to Her
Short stories
Inside Source
Sexual Healing
Two Anonymous Souls
The Wives with Benefits Collection (Wife-sharing short stories)
Retribution
The Other Guy is Paying
The Female-Led Collection (Light femdom short stories)
In Her Service
Stockholm
She was a Good Girl
The New Adult Collection (Coming-of-age short stories)
A Girl in the Library
A Kiss is Just a Kiss
Waiting in Line for a New iPad
Table of Contents
Copyright
Title Page
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty One
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