Seven Sinful Secrets

by 7 Author Anthology

  “I want to hear her scream out her pleasure, boy, if you expect the same chance.” Marie reached down, and grabbed the back of his head to guide him.

  No matter how hard Cleo tried she couldn’t stave off the orgasm. When it hit it tore her into pieces. Cleo heard her own scream and Marie urging Mitch on. The second orgasm hit just as intensely. Cleo’s body bowed, as again, she screamed out her pleasure.

  It took a lifetime for her body to calm. When it did, Marie kissed her ear gently.

  “Happy Anniversary, sweetheart. I hope you liked your present. He was a nightmare to train, but I just knew he was perfect for you.”

  Cleo looked down at the man sitting between her legs, grinning at her like a loon, and smiled. When Marie said she’d been training her new personal assistant, Cleo hadn’t quite expected this, but she was thrilled with her gift. Marie was right. Mitch was a perfect addition to their family.

  From the worst day in her life to the best day. Cleo reached back, pulling her wife’s head down for a kiss.

  “Thank you, baby,” Cleo said

  “I’m so glad you followed my clues to get you here. But don’t thank me yet, girl. Time for your punishment.” Cleo couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

  This was the best anniversary ever.

  The End

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  Sex Tape

  Copyright © 2013

  Kiru Taye

  Ten days. That's how long Juan Roberto had been away from home. Away from his beautiful wife, Noni. It wasn't the longest period he'd been abroad. Still, it was the most consecutive days he'd been separated from her.

  Now he was in a taxi heading for their house in Wimbledon, in the southwest of London. Ready to give Noni a surprise.

  He pictured the last time he'd been with her. A chilly spring morning, he hadn't wanted to leave the warmth of her mocha-colored body or the embrace of her musky fragrance.

  Noni had awoken to find his face buried between her legs, his mouth lavishing attention on her clit as he made it blossom with arousal before he drove his tongue into her wet slit. Her initial soft sighs had quickly transformed to full-on screams of ecstasy as she'd come apart, her body writhing uncontrollably.

  Just that alone had turned his usual morning erection into a raging hard-on. He'd thrust into her slickness with such force he was in to the hilt in that one movement. Pausing to catch his breath and stop from spilling so quickly, he'd flipped her over. Then she had ridden him, her thighs clamped against his hips, her moans rising to cries of delight, his hands caressing her waist and back.

  Oh, she had looked good. Sounded great. Felt fantastic.

  Whenever she mounted his favorite Ducati superbike, he thought she was the sexiest thing on earth. But having her ride him like that topped it. She'd been smoking hot, the way her full breasts had bounced up and down, her skin glistening with sweat. When her head had tipped back exposing her delicate neck, he’d traced a crescent collar around the slender column using the tip of his tongue.

  Each roll of her hip had made his dick swell further. He'd gripped her tighter and rammed up into her, controlling the pace. Her inside walls had contracted around him, milking him as she'd cried out again in orgasm. He'd held her, driving up faster and harder until he exploded inside her.

  Those moments afterward, he'd held her head to his shoulders, with his arms wrapped around her. Those were the best non-sexual moments, holding her while she listened to his racing heart settle back to its usual beats. Their early morning sex was made greater by those minutes.

  Now, just as his body missed the great sex, his heart missed her, too, when he was away from her. But his job meant they were spending more and more time apart.

  As the lead security adviser for the Dustin Corrs account, he had to personally oversee the arrangements for the pop star's recent concert tour of Europe. The gig was hardly on the same level as protecting heads of states, politicians, or billionaire moguls. In most cases all they had to deal with were screaming teenagers and autograph hunters. But occasionally, there were threats from some who didn’t think that autographed photos were enough. It was his job to make sure that a pop party didn't turn into a slasher movie.

  As the taxi cross the A3 dual carriageway and headed towards Wimbledon Common, Juan rubbed the back of his neck to ease some of the fatigue he felt. The day had been long. He'd only managed to catch the last flight with an available business class seat from Berlin to Heathrow.

  His flight should've been tomorrow morning. He was due back to attend a wedding. Benjamin Moss, one of the co-owners of Moss Star Security firm, was getting married the next day. Juan’s relationship with Benjamin went beyond the professional, back to a time when they were dogs of war. These days they earned a living in a more civilized way.

  He shook his head, not wanting to go back to those dark days. He conjured up Noni in his mind's eye, and a smile curled his lips.

  Purely on impulse, he'd rescheduled to come home tonight. He hadn't informed Noni, on purpose. He wanted to see the surprise on her face when he walked into their apartment. And of course he wanted to spend the night with her catching up before heading off to the wedding tomorrow. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her.

  After he paid the taxi, he picked up his hand luggage and walked into the art deco building housing his apartment on the top floor. He loved the older style building because of the lofty spaciousness and period features.

  Though there was a lift, he ignored it. Instead, he took the stairs, two at a time. Still, he didn't break out into a sweat when he reached the sixth floor. He was in the peak of physical health. He had to be with the job he did.

  Opening the front door, he sauntered into the hallway and dropped his luggage onto the dark wood panel floor. The darkness and immediate silence indicated Noni might have gone to sleep already.

  Great, if she was. He could strip off his clothes and crawl into bed with her. His dick throbbed in agreement. Before he could action the thought, flickering lights under the door drew him toward the living room.

  When he reached the partially open door, he heard a soft sigh. He pushed the door wide open and stopped dead in his tracks.

  Had he slept off in the taxi and fallen into a sexy dream? Or he was getting a welcome surprise of his own at home? Either way, he blinked. Twice.

  His wife lay stretched out on the sofa wearing the sheerest black negligee and panties he'd ever seen. Her feet were braced at the arm of the sofa, legs spread apart, her upper body arched over the three-seater.

  Her body was a gift—toned legs, liberal ass, generous bosoms—wired and ready to burst. The pièce de résistance, her hand tucked into her gossamer panties. Her fingers moved in concert as if playing a tune on a piano, her hips dancing in rhythm as they bucked. The volume and frequency of her moans increased.

  Her eyes were closed, her dark lashes forming feathers of half moons on her cheeks. Was she imagining her fingers were his dick sinking into her pussy or his mouth teasing her clit into the wetness soaking her panties?

  He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her sex. His already throbbing erection swelled.

  The white thin plastic wires curled around her chest made him realise she had earphones plugged into her ears hidden beneath her brown locks of hair spread out on the sofa, clearly the reason she hadn't heard him come in.

  He also made another realisation as his eyes followed the trail of white cable to the flickering silent TV screen.

  ¡Lo que el! What the!

  She was watching porn. On the screen, an olive-skinned man knelt behind a dark-skinned woman and was fucking her doggy style, her breasts jiggling each time he rammed into her.

  ¡Espere un minuto! Wait a minute!

  The low lighting in the room meant the couple were in shadows. But, he recognised those boobs, that body, and not to mention the bed.
That was his wife. And who the hell was the man? He couldn’t see the face in the dimly lit image.

  All he was sure of was that his wife was watching a sex tape of another man fucking her in their bed.

  Carajo! His wife was having an affair. A sickening feeling congealed in his stomach. He gripped the door handle tight, his knuckles turning white. Like a spectator watching a freak freight train accident, he was unable to move. His dinner threatened to exit via his mouth.

  The sound of Noni's moans as she neared orgasm finally unfroze his feet. It was one thing to find out his wife of five years was having an illicit affair and quite another to have to watch her masturbate to the video of her and her lover cogido en el acto. By the way, he would kill the man if he ever found him.

  Juan stomped to the back of the sofa, leaned down and yanked the plugs out of her ears.

  Noni's eyes flew open, her expression streaked with fear. "Juan!"

  That he'd just scared the love of his life half to death should've bothered him. But all he could see through a red mist was another man fucking his wife. Worrying about her state of mind was not his problem right now.

  "¡Lo que el..."

  Her face paled, and she flinched. He straightened up and backed off, growling in anger. He needed to control his temper. Leaning over her that closely was aggressive and intimidating, a stance he might use with unruly spectators at a concert. Not his wife, regardless of what she'd done. He took a deep breath, then another, before speaking again.

  "Noni, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

  ****

  Noni jumped off the sofa, pulled her hand out of her panties and straightened her lingerie.

  Shit. Double shit. Juan had caught her in the act. Her dirty secret was out. Her face flared hot as if she'd stuck her head into their pre-heated oven.

  "It's not what you think." Spurred by guilt, she dove at the remote control and switched off the TV. The living room went into momentary darkness before she switched on the side table lamp.

  "Carajo. It's not what I think? I know what I saw." He pointed at the TV with furious jabs.

  Shit. She was deep in it. Juan swearing in Spanish was a billboard advertising his anger. And she couldn't blame him. She'd kept secrets from him and invaded his privacy without warning. She had a lot of explaining to do.

  "I know it looks bad, but I can explain."

  She took a step toward him, arms outstretched. He took two steps back, his expression cold and distant as if a huge chasm had just separated them.

  "How can you explain that? From what I just saw, it was very obvious what you've been doing?"

  "I'm sorry."

  "Was I not enough for you?"

  She'd been expecting that question. Still, the hurt in his voice broke her heart. This was partly the reason she'd kept this secret from him. She'd never wanted to upset him like this.

  "You were. What am I saying? You are more than enough."

  He shook his head, his expression turned stricken. "So why? I need to understand why you would do this."

  "Please sit down, and I'll explain."

  "No." He shook his head. "Tell me."

  Noni swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Her legs wobbled like they would give way. She backed onto the sofa and sat down. She'd reconciled her shameful secret with herself. But she hadn't realized how much it would hurt the man she loved.

  She lowered her head and stared at her outfit, tugging it down to try to cover her ass, which was hanging out. No wonder her husband was upset with her. She'd morphed from the good, virginal girl he'd married into a sexual deviant—a woman who had to resort to sneaking around to get her kicks.

  Tears clogged her eyes. She inhaled deeply, her body shuddering.

  "I only did it because I missed you." Her voice was croaky, her throat dry. "You're away for long periods of time. I wanted to recapture what it felt like when we are together."

  "I can't believe you use my absence as your excuse."

  "I know it's unforgiveable. But I wanted a piece of you to—"

  "How long has it been going on?" His harsh tone cut her off.

  She looked up at him. He wasn't even looking at her with his back turned. She dragged a breath into her body, but it didn't seem to help. The tears in her eyes fell, and she closed them tight again.

  "January," she choked out.

  "You've been having an affair for three months."

  Her eyes flew open.

  "An affair?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her right hand. "I'm not having an affair?"

  "If you're not having an affair…" He whirled around and picked up the remote control. "Then who the hell is that because I'm damned sure it was you in that video."

  Outrage swept through her body, any remorse she'd felt dissipating. She crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her boobs, and leaned back into the sofa.

  "If you're so sure I've turned into an adulteress, turn the video on and confirm it."

  "Are you sure about that, Noni? Because if I see who it is, I'll kill him." He cocked his left eyebrow.

  "That would be interesting to watch." She crossed her legs.

  Obviously noticing her sudden smugness, he paused, his expression suddenly confused. "Noni?"

  She huffed, stood up and gripped the end of the remote. "Tell you what. Let's watch the video, and when we find out who the man is on there, I'll kill him myself. How about that?" she said in a snarky tone.

  He let go of the remote, his demeanor somewhat resigned. She snatched it and turned the TV back on. She re-wound and pressed playback on the DVD. Juan remained standing.

  She sat back down again. She didn't need to look at the screen to know what was showing. Making the decision as part of her New Year resolution to do something about the echoing loneliness she felt with Juan's frequent trips abroad ranked as one of the most difficult things she'd ever done. She remembered all the planning, buying and setting up the equipment. Several times she'd dreaded than Juan would find the secret camera hidden in the closet. Working as the office admin at Moss Star security meant she dealt with their supplies. Plus she'd always had an interest in surveillance.

  On the screen, a shirtless man walked into the bedroom carrying Noni, her legs wrapped across his jean-clad hips, her arms clinging to his neck. They were kissing passionately. Although the earphones were still plugged into the TV, she didn’t need them to remember the sound of their moans.

  Even now heat lapped her skin in a gentle tide of arousal as she watched both of them on screen. When they bumped into the four-poster bed, he deposited her on the bed unceremoniously.

  Without her body to obstruct the camera, his face came into profile.

  Juan groaned out loud.

  Holding her breath, Noni looked up at him, unsure of his reaction. Was he relieved she hadn't been having sex with another man? Or was he angry that she'd invaded his privacy by recording their love-making?

  He turned to her, his confusion still apparent. He shook his head, looked at the screen and back at Noni.

  "You recorded this … us?"

  She nodded as her throat dried out with apprehension.

  "But why didn't you tell me about it?"

  "I was afraid that you wouldn't like it … of your condemnation."

  "Mi chica dulce." He was beside her on the sofa in two long strides. "You know I will never do that. Not about this. Never about this."

  He tilted her chin up, and tears misted her eyes. The soft pad of his thumb flicked across her cheek, sweeping her teardrop away.

  "Did I ever make you feel you couldn’t tell me something like this?"

  "Well, I know how you loved that I was sweet and innocent about sex when we met. You said on several occasions it was what made you fall in love with me. I was afraid you wouldn’t love me any more if I told you I wanted to make a sex video."

  With both hands holding her head, he kissed her, shutting off her train of thought, his lips firm and insistent, his tongue marauding. The k
iss was hungry, commanding, promising so much to come. He drank from her like he was lapping from a bowl of the sweetest nectar.

  He lifted his head, granting her the breath of life. She gulped in air, trying to steady herself and remember her previous words. It was a good thing she was already seated, for her body trembled.

  "Yes, I fell in love with your innocence. Before you there was only ever one other girl. I fell in love with her when I was a teenager, and she was my first, and I swore she would be my last."

  His eyes clouded over momentarily.

  "But when we split up I was determined I wouldn't fall for another woman. That was until I met you. You see I've always believed making love should only be shared between two people who love each other. And when I found out you felt the same way, I knew I'd found my soul-mate."

  "Does that mean you're not mad at me?"

  "Are you crazy? Of course I'm not mad." He massaged his palms along her shoulders.

  "When I walked in the door and saw you playing with yourself, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do. In fact you've given me an idea. Next time I'm stuck in some hotel far away by myself, you're going to provide me with my own private online show."

  Heat swept through her body as the mental image filled her head of her masturbating in front of a camera just for Juan's viewing pleasure. Her womb contracted. A pleasurable shiver travelled down her spine.

  "I'll like that very much."

  "Good," he said. "But first."

  He slid one hand down to cup her breast through her negligee. Then he covered her aching flesh with his mouth, sucking at the nipple through the silk. She loved the soft smooth texture of the material against her skin. His mouth joined to sensitize her breast even further.

  "I came home tonight just to do this."

  He blew at the wet patch, and the mix of the warm air and wetness caused a riot of sensations to travel down to the core of her. She gripped his shoulders tighter, wanting to press him closer, to feel his warmth invading more of her.