by Ames, Dara
Bedside
By Dara Ames
Bedside
Copyright 2012 by Dara Ames
Published By Dara Ames
Kindle Edition
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Dear Reader,
I’m so thrilled that you’ve discovered “Married Ladies’ Erotic Romance”! I’d like to take a moment to let you know what to expect as you read ahead. First, these are short stories, meant to be enjoyed in a sexy sitting or two. Second, though each of Jake and Emma’s stories stands (and sizzles!) alone, there is a small thread of story that weaves from one to the next. Lastly, “Married Ladies’ Erotic Romance” is a bit different from other erotic tales you might’ve encountered. Being a married lady myself, I searched for erotic stories that mimicked my own life, or perhaps contained scenarios I could picture myself in. I discovered these were hard to find. I thought to myself, “Surely, I’m not the only woman who’d like to read stories that more closely resemble my own intimate life.” And from that thought, “Married Ladies’ Erotic Romance” was born. So, for those readers who enjoy the softer side of erotica, in my writing you’ll find no multiple partners or sex between unmarried characters. What you will find is the same pulse-pounding sensuality that drew you to the erotic genre in the first place. Because after all, “I do” is only the beginning of great sex!
Happy reading,
Dara
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 1
Emma stood in the bedroom eyeing her handiwork. Bed made. Lights dimmed. Sultry music ready on the playlist. Everything was perfect.
She glanced at the two glass bowls on the top of the dresser. The sex fantasy game her husband Jake created had given them some amazing experiences. She’d thoroughly enjoyed drawing random fantasies from the bowls each time Jake returned home from a flight. As she looked at the one remaining slip of paper in each bowl, she felt a little sad that the game was about to come to an end.
But she knew they had even greater adventures ahead of them.
In her hand she held one final slip of paper, one she would sneak into her bowl once it was empty. Smiling, she hid it in her nightstand drawer and took the glass bowls to the kitchen table where she and Jake would enjoy a late evening snack and a glass of wine before drawing the last fantasies.
Soft light flickered in the windows as Jake approached the house. Music floated through the air, reaching his ears just as Emma opened the door. His stomach flipped when he saw his wife, and not just because he’d missed her the past two days.
She leaned against the doorjamb, a see-through black robe hanging open over a black lace bra and matching panties.
Wow.
“Welcome home,” she said, her voice warm and smooth like melted caramel.
Jake smiled, stepping into the house, dropping his duffel bag, and kicking the door shut behind him. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him, lowered his face, and found her mouth with his. He took his time, drawing out the press of lips, the slow sweep of his tongue against hers, and the tension so rigidly coiled inside him softened to steaming simmer.
He slowed the kiss, his lips still grazing hers as he pulled back just enough to speak.
“I could get used to this kind of welcome,” he chuckled.
“When have I ever not welcomed you home properly?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Jake pretended to think for a moment, then pressed another hard kiss against her lips. “You’re right. You always do.”
Emma took his hand and led him toward the kitchen table, where a bottle of Chardonnay, a wedge of Brie, and gourmet crackers waited, along with the fantasy bowls.
Nice.
“You’re going the wrong way,” Jake said, giving her a playful tug in the direction of the bedroom.
She giggled, looking over her shoulder at him with a sexy smile. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Well, in that case,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Yes ma’am.”
Who was he to argue if his wife wanted to seduce him?
The soft, glowing candlelight made Emma’s simple table setting look exotic and romantic. He smiled, leaning down to give her an approving kiss on the cheek.
He stepped behind her and pulled out her chair, slipping easily into his role as the chivalrous husband. It was easy with a wife he loved like crazy. He picked up the wine bottle and filled her glass, then sat down next to her and filled his own.
“I admit,” Emma began, taking a sip of her wine, “I sort of staged this.”
“No!” Jake feigned sarcasm.
“Well, I know which fantasy is left in my bowl, and it required a little prep work.” She rubbed her barefoot across his ankle, finding her way inside his pants leg to touch skin. “So, I took the liberty.”
He breathed deep, enjoying the sensation of her foot against his calf. He doubted he’d ever get tired of how her touch excited him.
“It’s good that you did,” he said after a moment. “Because I had to put a little forethought into mine as well.”
Emma grinned, and arousal coursed through him.
She took a cracker with a generous slice Brie, and said, “Well then, let’s get to it.”
Sliding her bowl across to him, he dipped his hand in to retrieve the final fantasy she’d included.
Chapter 2
Jake’s pulse picked up as he drew the last fantasy from Emma’s bowl. Their game of acting out randomly drawn sex fantasies had proven immensely satisfying, and he had to admit a bit of sadness that this was the last one.
But sex with his wife always fired his blood, and he knew the two of them would find plenty of other ways to keep their sex life sizzling. Besides, they could revive the game later on if they decided to.
Emma took a small bite of her cracker with cheese and Jake felt his erection throb as her lips parted and her tongue darted out. His thoughts ran away with him, as he pictured her perfect lips closing around his sex and her sweet tongue swirling against him.
His wife’s giggle pulled him from his lusty thoughts and he realized he’d crumpled the paper in his fist.
Smoothing the tiny slip, he read her fantasy out loud.
“I want to make love on satin sheets, with rose petals scattered all over and candlelight and sexy music setting the mood.”
“Girly, I know,” Emma said. “But I thought it would be wildly romantic.”
“So that’s what you’re prep work was all about?” he asked.
She nodded, finishing off the last of her wine.
“Sound like a great idea to me,” he said. “Now you draw.”
He knew which fantasy of his was left in the bowl. He’d had a moment of hesitation when he’d written it down and dropped it in with the others, but after Emma’s fantasy of wanting a little dominance in their sex life, he figured she’d be up for what he had in mind.
Her slender hand removed the paper, and he held his breath as she rea
d.
“I want to blindfold you.”
He watched as her eyes lifted to his, curiosity and desire blazing.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Just for the purpose of teasing and exciting,” he said. “I wouldn’t do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
“I know that,” she said. “I trust you.”
“You like the idea?” His heart hammered, the possibilities of the evening playing out in his mind like a steamy movie.
Emma nodded, then grinned.
“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a quick kiss on her forehead, then headed to the front door to grab his duffel bag.
He returned to the table and placed the small package in her hands.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“The prep work I had to do,” he answered, reaching over to trace a lazy finger across the swell of her breasts above the lacy black cups. “Open it.”
Emma didn’t bother with trying to salvage the wrapping. She just tore right in, removing the paper and lifting the lid on the small box. Jake saw her smile slide into place as she held the black satin blindfold in her hands.
“It’s personalized.” Jake turned the blindfold over, pointing out the red embroidered letters on the left side.
“E and J,” Emma read, touching the letters with her fingertip. “Very sweet.”
Jake eyed the kitchen table and thought it would be a fine place to try out the blindfold. In five seconds he could have the plates, glasses, and candles cleared off, freeing the space to lay his gorgeous wife down and do all manner of erotic things to her body.
His cock pulsed with greed at the thought, but Jake reminded himself that Emma had a fantasy too, and had apparently gone to some effort to prepare their bedroom.
He watched as she picked up both empty bowls, dropping the blindfold inside one. She stood, ready to make her way to the bedroom, and before he gave in to his more basic urges, he stood as well, pulling Emma to his side, and blew out the candles. He remembered her desire for something wildly romantic and reached down, swung his wife up into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom. He loved the way she felt in his arms. Light, yet so very real. Her skin warm, her curves soft.
She nuzzled her face against his neck, her lips grazing his skin with warm kisses that shot electricity straight to his erection. She clutched the bowls to her chest and the robe hung loosely from her shoulders, the skimpy black bra pushing her round breasts toward his face. He couldn’t help but lean down and close his lips around a stiff nipple straining against the lace.
Emma moaned, shifting the bowls so Jake had better access, and as he shouldered through their bedroom door, he pulled the nub further into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and tugging.
Stepping into the bedroom was like entering a sexual wonderland. Candles glowed all around the room. Sultry jazz music hummed from the playdock on the dresser. And red rose petals covered the lush, red satin sheets on their bed.
Yes, Emma had certainly gone to some effort here.
“This is amazing, Em,” Jake whispered. He set her on her feet and took the bowls from her, returning them to their place on their dresser.
She looked up at him, her smile so beautiful and full of love that his throat clogged with emotion. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but in that moment no words he could imagine were enough to truly express what he felt for his wife.
Instead, he framed her face with his hands, leaned down and took her mouth.
Chapter 3
The slide of Jake’s tongue against her own sent chills of the hottest variety racing across Emma’s skin. He didn’t hurry, and his lack of insistence stoked the flame now centered between her thighs until she thought she might burst.
A part of her wanted to speed the pace of their kiss, to steamroll right past the foreplay into the main event, but she forced herself to let him take the lead. After all, she’d wanted wild romance, and her husband seemed determined to give it to her.
Jake angled his head to take the kiss deeper, and Emma snaked her arms around his waist, the blindfold still dangling from her index finer, and tunneled under the bottom of his shirt to find the warm, smooth skin of his back. His hands left her face, traveling down her arms and around her back, until they rested on her bottom. He kneaded the flesh gently, each squeeze causing a corresponding throb in her sex.
The moment stretched out until she had no idea how long the kiss had lasted. Jake slowed gradually, his tongue retreating from hers a fraction of an inch at a time, and darned if his way of breaking contact wasn’t as sexy as the kiss itself.
She held the blindfold up between them, her body vibrating with anticipation as she imagined what pleasures Jake had in store from her.
“Ready?” he asked, taking the blindfold from her hand.
She nodded, not trusting her voice to work without squeaking from desire.
“Then take a good look at all your handiwork.” Jake gestured around the room to the stage she’d set. “I want you to have a clear picture of how fantastic this place looks while you’re blindfolded.”
Emma figured she had the room memorized, since she’d indulged in plenty of fantasies while putting the romantic scene together, but she took one last look anyway, committing to memory the sexy vibe she’d managed to create here.
When her eyes returned to his, he pressed a soft kiss against each eyelid, completely undoing her with his tenderness, and she found herself once again overwhelmed with gratitude that she’d found such a kind and attentive man for a husband.
He slid the robe from her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. With warm, gentle hands, he settled the blindfold over her eyes, reached behind her head to tie it into place. The fit was snug, but not uncomfortable, and the next thing she knew she’d been swept up once again into his arms.
She couldn’t suppress a giggle as she felt Jake moving toward the bed.
Laying her back against the pillows, he kissed her again, with just one quick sweep of his tongue, and then she felt him leave the bed.
“You just relax while I get a few things together,” he said, his voice laced with hunger. “I’ll be right back.”
Get a few things together? What exactly did that mean?
She heard him walk back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Quickly, she slid the blindfold up, just enough that she could see to make her way across the room. Silently, she slid her nightstand drawer open and retrieved the small slip of paper. She tip-toed over to the dresser and dropped the paper into Jake’s bowl, returning to the bed and moving the blindfold back into place.
Back on the bed, she breathed deep and tried to focus on nothing but sensation. Without the benefit of sight, her other senses heightened and she became acutely aware of the smell of the rose petals that surrounded her. The delicate scent drifted across her as she picked a petal from the bed and brought it to her nose. Inhaling, she decided she’d never truly appreciated the lovely scent of a rose more than she did at this moment.
The satin sheets beneath her felt smooth and luxurious, reminding her of the warm slide of water against her skin. Her mind conjured pictures of Jake’s body, naked and straining, tangling with hers against the liquidy satin beneath her.
As pictures of the two of them floated through her mind, seductive music clouded around her, the beat of the song creating and answering beat in her blood.
Her body heated, and the swollen flesh between her thighs clenched with desire. Wetness slid through her folds. Her nipples tightened into painful points, more than ready to let her husband to have his way. Lost so deep in her thoughts, Emma didn’t hear Jake return to the bedroom until he chuckled out loud.
“You look a little flushed, Em.”
She imagined him standing over her, looking down at her overheated body, her turgid nipples, knowing exactly how she’d been fantasizing while he’d been gone.
Which was, she realized, precisely w
hat he’d intended when he left the room.
She didn’t answer him verbally. Instead, she stretched her arms above her head, her fingers touching the wrought iron headboard, and bent one knee and let her legs fall open. Jake’s quick intake of breath told her he’d understood her invitation.
She heard him set something on the nightstand. It sounded like a glass, but nothing sloshed around like a drink, so she couldn’t tell exactly what it was.
The bed dipped when Jake sat down beside her, and her insides screamed in joy that he was finally this close.
“You going to lay still and let me play?” he asked.
“Of course,” she answered, wrapping her fingers around the bars of the headboard. “I’m all yours.”
“Damn right,” he said, pressing his mouth in hot kisses against her collarbone.
His breath scaled her skin, and she wanted to demand that he move lower and put that heat on her aching nipples.
Instead, she felt him sit up, but just as she was about to cry out in protest, his hands settled against her breasts, palms scraping across her nipples.
“We should let these girls out to party, don’t you think?” he asked, his voice playful, just as he flicked open the front clasp of her bra.
She felt her breasts spill out, heavy and throbbing from desire. Jake gently took her hands from the headboard and slid the bra straps up and off, completely removing the constrictive garment.
Emma returned her hands to the headboard, waiting what seemed like an eternity for Jake to touch her again.
Suddenly, something silky slid across the undersides of her breasts, up through the valley between them, and finally across both nipples. Her back arched off the bed, desperate for more contact.
“How’s that feel,” he asked, moving to slide the silky fabric down her torso and over her thighs.
“Smooth,” she whispered. “Good. Not enough.”