by CELENE CAREY
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
Do as I say, not as I Preach
There is nothing that will ever come between me and my early morning jogs. The sun is shining brightly, and I am less than half a mile away from jogging up my driveway. There are always plenty of sporty people around at this time of day. For example, I can see a strong male figure in the distance as I do my final stretch at a crosswalk. My aching shoulders deserve every moment of the sweaty time that I spend exercising. I pull both of my arms while swinging my torso around in order to ease my tense neck. After releasing my right arm, I am shocked by the smack of my hand hitting someone’s face. It doesn’t take me long to realize that I have hit the guy that I had seen approaching.
My first instinct is to immediately panic and apologize, but when I realize that it is my husband’s best friend my feelings quickly change. My nose loves the intense smell of his dark, wood-scented cologne.
“Neil?” I nervously ask. His muscular body is topless, glowing with the thin layer of sweat that he has jogged up.
“Lovely morning, Amy,” he replies while his eyes stare at my low-cut tank top.
“Uh…yeah. Funny that we crossed paths,” I reply, trying to keep my attention off of his moist abs.
“Definitely. So, I was wondering if you would like to jog the town with me tomorrow.” Neil inquires while pulling his arms behind his back. His shapely biceps devour my focus without consent. Neil is clearly in great shape for his job as a lawyer, but I will always remember that I am married to Zac.
“Oh, I’m fine on my own. Jogging very long distances isn’t really my thing anyway,” I respond. Neil’s facial expression loses a drop of hope from my kind rejection.
Yet, somehow, he has the confidence to continue on, “So how about breakfast then? On me.” he firmly informs. Neil’s body posture is now seemingly impatient, I can tell that he is expecting an answer of approval.
“Today?” I blurt in reply to his bombshell. He nods his head yes while holding a charming smile on his face. My eyes can’t help but shift their sight to his distracting penis bulge. Neil’s damp, gray sweatpants reveal a massive stick-out from his large cock. The thought of my husband assists me in concealing my blush from the arousing view.
“Thanks Neil, but I should get going now. I’m almost home, and I could really use a shower,” I tell him with a voice full of apology. Neil shoots me a big and flirty smile, then freely gazes at the erect nipples covered by my hot orange tank top. Before I can continue home, Neil slowly slides his salivated tongue between his lips.
“You can’t keep from me forever,” he says with a tug on my sticky arm. A small drop of sweat rolls down from his chestnut brown hair. I can see his temptation to kiss me while his eyes soak in the view of my breasts.
“You know - I probably can. You’re just too vain for me,” I confess to him.
“Let’s be realistic, Amy. You want me just as bad as I need you.”
In response, I glare deeply into his chocolate-green eyes.
“How can you need me when you’re my husband’s priest?!”
CHAPTER TWO
Caught by Justice
The next morning I am woken by the alarm on my phone. My warm, cotton bed sheets snuggle my body as I pull myself out of the covers. A strike of stiffness then quickly darts across my upper back, reminding me about my tight shoulders. It is no surprise to find that my husband is no longer beside me in bed, and is instead off to start his day already. Even though my sore body is ready to sleep an hour longer, I force myself up to pamper my aches. After I’ve set foot off the warm comfort of the carpet, I step onto the cool tile in the bathroom and turn the bath water to hot. My body-heated panties slide down between my legs, a sudden feeling of arousal and thoughts of self-stimulation swarm my mind. The thoughts send chills all over, amplified by the soft sensation of my panties falling down my shaven skin.
From downstairs there is a loud knock that pulls me back to my normal senses. Before removing my velvet top, I grab my silk robe and head over to the front door. Louder knocks begin right before I turn the locks to see who is at Zac and I’s house at eleven in the morning. A brush of the warm outside air pushes my robe slightly behind my edgy shoulders when the door fully opens. Neil patiently stands in front of me, his mouth a little cracked as I follow the direction of his sight.
His eyes openly stare at my braless C-cup breasts; I cannot help but smile nervously. “Uh Um, is Zac here?” Neil asks while clearing his throat. I can tell he is anxious but his posture remains confident.
“No. He should be back later though,” I calmly answer. Even in denim jeans, I can still see a perfect outline of Neil’s large cock. The view excites my nerves in every possible way. I remind my imagination that Neil is here for Zac, my husband. When I take my focus from his penis size to rejoin his eye contact, I find that Neil now has a bold smirk. Could it be? Did he really catch me looking at his cock?
“Okay. No problem, beautiful. I’ll be back later then,” he replies before turning to walk away.
“See you then!” I shout before I close the door. The moment I am alone, my heart races from dirty arousal. Forgetting about my aches, I rush upstairs and into the nearly overflowed bath water. The hot liquid increases my need for stimulation, causing me to spend a full fifteen minutes fondling between my vaginal lips. I can feel my clit begin to swell as I massage it in gentle circular motions. With my left leg hanging out of the bathtub, I lift my right leg up against the bathtub wall for a better feel. The sensitive skin of my clit is smooth, and my body craves something more. As the thought of Neil’s cock comes to mind, I firmly grasp a soap bar and without knowing I was squeezing out some sexual frustration. There was a noise, a rattle, no a walking, footsteps, it was coming close, it was right at the shower curtain, I saw the shadowed figure of a man through the curtains. Suddenly, I grip into the soap too tight and it squirts from my hand. I hurriedly slam my legs shut. I back myself against the bathroom wall, using my hands to cover over my pink nipples. I’ve never been more startled. Who the hell is it?
There he is. I am faced with the shocking sight of Neil at the bathroom. He says nothing. He stares.
CHAPTER THREE
Wet Regret
“What the hell are you doing here?!” I instantly question Neil.
“I told you I would be back later,” he says while slowly walking towards me.
“Are you gonna pick that up?” He asks with a quick glance at the soap on the floor. I know that my sexual imagination is wild for him, but I cannot go behind my husband’s back just to fulfill my wet dreams. In spite of that thought, my body feels otherwise. I’m stuck in a moment of sensual hesitance as Neil continues to walk towards me. Before my thoughts can make my body resist his enticing appeal, Neil’s hand has already began to glide along my inner thighs, working its way farther up.
My eyelids hang low from the pure pleasure I feel from his thick hands sliding up my body. I want to tell him to stop, but my itching desires are finally beginning to quench. Neil skips his hand over my pussy and proceeds up to my chest. The skin on my breasts is much more silken than the other portions of my body. Neil firmly bites his lower lip as he pulls down one of my hands, exposing my tit. A clear view of my hardened left nipple is now on display, causing Neil to lower his head. The suction that his mouth applies to my sensitive nipple feels amazing. It gives a comforting sensation as his warm saliva and strong tongue slide against my reddish-pink areola. He
spends a good minute nurturing my breast, until he surprisingly spins me around. My plump rear is now facing his direction. I begin to move away from him, but as his hands reach my neck I am immediately drawn back. There is a sudden relief of the tightness I have experienced in my shoulders. I realize that Neil’s big hand massaging my neck is causing my stress to ease.
“I know you like that,” Neil whispers, “You’ve been waiting for me to touch you.” Without physical resistance, my body fully relaxes and accepts the passionate love that Neil has yearned to feed me. I peacefully take one of his damp hands from my neck and pull it down between my naked crotch. His fingers readily start to move in a wavelike motion between my crème thighs. My lower back arches into him in intimate response before he leans down to take out the water plug in the bathtub. Along with the sound of the draining water, I can hear Neil groaning behind me out of pure rouse. He smoothly rubs his middle finger up and down my doused butthole. The dampness between my rear cheeks slides on his hand movements.
My senses indulge in his warm breath hitting the back of my neck with every quick breath that he takes. The water droplets on my body slowly continue to dry on my skin. One of Neil’s hands is suddenly gone from my body as he undoes his jeans. Afterwards, he continues to remove his shirt, then pulls my body back into his firm and nude abs.
Neil’s boxers soak up the left over moistness of the water that sits on my skin. His tremendous cock against my ass feels like a large meat tube. He reaches two fingers past my needy clit and partially spread pussy lips to dip them in my gooey pre-cum. Neil’s cock noticeably erects on the surface of my butt cheeks; I can feel my face redden from the sensation.
“Think you’re ready to take me?” He whispers into my ear. My body grinds into his pelvis for approval… however, my thoughts think of my husband.
“Mmm,” I moan without noticing. On that note, Neil removes his boxers and lightly bends me over.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he says in a sexy, deep voice. My body calmly does as he says, leading me to feel the head of his cock slowly gliding in the middle of my glutes.
Chills run all along my air-dried body at this point, and my head bows between my forearms against the semi-wet shower wall. The smooth tip of Neil’s cock is continuously dipping into the cream that my hole salivates. It doesn’t take long before my vaginal walls have to endure the intense stretch of Neil’s nine inches of thick solid cock, hard as steel, through and through. My pussy tightens as my juices meet with the pre-cum on the swollen head of his dick. Once our juices combines, Neil easily begins to slowly inch his solid cock inside of me. His really slow penetration in me feels so so good, I let out a soft moan. The stretch feels as if a finger is being pushed through a softened peach: tight and very moist. Neil’s hard cock throbs as it slides inside of me, my pussy squeezes tightly in response.
He shoves his cock mid-way within my pussy, he slowly pulls out, then inserts it once again with the same slowness. The tightness of my vagina sucks against Neil’s cock, tugging in the opposite direction of his movements. My knees quiver from satisfaction when a warm stream of creaminess is released from my pussy.
“Aww,” he moans loudly, and I vocally sigh of stretched pleasure right after. He begins to pick up speed, fucking into me harder, the slapping sound of our body speeds up as well. As our bodies begin to lather one another, a small stream of heated juice seeps from my body again. Oh fuck, I’m so fuck I’m so wet. I moan in sexual relief, but then there comes the unexpected sound of someone entering the bathroom. The noise takes both of our attention towards the door. I feel Neil rapidly pulling his hardness out of me; then a feeling of pure regret when I see that Zac has just walked in on me, his wife, having sex, with the priest.
This won’t be pretty.
CHAPTER FOUR
Home Run
Zac’s face opens up, his mouth and eyes say it all, he couldn’t be more puzzled than now. Then his face changes, it reveals hurt and aggression.
“I’m sorry Zac, I’m so, so sorry,” I begin to say.
If only he knew how badly I had needed him around these past few days, he would understand my sexual frustration. Even still, I feel horrible for what I have done while knowing better.
“How could you do this to me, Amy?!” Zac shouts aloud. His hands are held into clenched fists, while his blue eyes rage with disappointment.
“I’m here for you whenever I can be. And you know that,” Zac says in a voice heavy with betrayal.
“I’m sorry. You just . . . you weren’t here much this last week, okay Zac? I needed you this morning and I woke up to an empty bed,” I say through pure emotion.
There is an obvious change within Zac’s demeanor after I have given him reason to my behavior. The tension that ties his eyebrows to each other begins to loosen.
“Alright. So, I’ve been a bit busy. But that doesn’t change the way I love you, Amy,” he states in a calmer voice. I can feel my regret swallowing my heart, yet the comfort and understanding of my husband eases a little of my remorse. Without paying any mind to Neil awkwardly standing with his hands over his penis, I continue to reunite with Zac.
“I love you. You mean more than anything to me. I’m sorry,” I genuinely tell him. Zac’s posture relaxes from its high stance as he begins to approach me with his arms stretched out.
My wet feet slap across the watery tile as I walk into Zac’s toned arms. He cradles my naked body, following up with kisses on my forehead. My senses glorify his forgiveness and dark chili-maple scent. I’m astounded by the sudden feeling of Zac’s fingertips rubbing below the crease of my butt cheeks.
“It’s okay. Let’s just start where you two finished,” he insists.
“What? No way, why would we do that?” I ask with stern defiance.
“You said you wanted me, Amy. I’m here now. And so is he,” Zac says, motioning towards Neil, “So why wouldn’t we finish the game you started without me?” I turn to see the expression on the pastor’s face, but find that he has uncovered his large, veined cock.
My presence falls at the center of their attentions.
“What’s it going to be?” Zac asks while gently lifting my chin with his hooked finger.
“It’s going to be a home run,” I reply.
With my spoke words, there comes the instant sound of the shower water being turned on behind me. Zac pushes a big wet kiss onto my rosy lips and turns me back towards the shower that Neil has just turned on. A twirling ball of excitement and anxiety dances in my stomach. I’m soon going to make love with my husband and his arrogant best friend at the same time. I’ve never in my life done a threesome before.
CHAPTER SIX
Satisfied Holes
The water is hot and the entire bathroom is steamy as the three of us stand in the large tub. The streams of shooting water are hitting onto my body. Neil stands in front of me with a hand massaging my wet pussy, while Zac is behind me nibbling my shoulders. The impression of Zac’s cock against my soaked ass cheeks relaxes my body.
My husband’s cock is not as long as Neil’s, likely two inches shorter, but it’s about an inch thicker. I take in the sexy view of Neil’s pulsing cock awaiting another entry into my juice drenched hole. Or should I say holes? I wonder if I would be fucked into both holes at once, my imagination runs wild I feel a tight throb within centre of my hole, pulling my asshole inward along with it as it pulsed.
Zac slides his hands down along my waist before grabbing hold of my hair. When he pulls my head back, my body falls into him at the same time. I then feel Neil smothering me with kisses of suction, trailing his way down my stomach. He runs his tongue down the rest of the skin below my navel until the tip of it reaches my folds.
Zac cups my wet breasts into his rough-textured hands while squeezing them in a circular motion. Meanwhile, Neil starts to flick his tongue on the middle of my clit as the water runs from my stomach down to his dining area. He seals my pussy lips over his mouth and begins to swiftly flick hi
s tongue around my pounding clit. I push my fingers back into Neil’s wet hair; the texture is smooth and soothing. Both movements trigger new, wet sounds with my passionate moaning and Neil’s soft groans.
Neil stands and shuts off the shower, leaving the room full of steam. Zac moves his hands up to my shoulders and begins to apply a good pressure in order to massage me down to my knees.
“You’re going to like this,” Neil says.
Hesitance hits me quicker than a snort of drugs. However, my body continues to move as directed. I get on my knees and Neil glides his cock along the outside of my mouth, then inches to my lips. His penis is wet, tangy, and slippery. Its weight is like a banana resting on my lower lip with no support. Zac’s motion grabs my attention; from behind me, he rests his right foot on the bathtub as we both kneel on the soaked tub floor and Neil’s cock proceeds to stretch my jaw open, Zac is in full concentration as he swipes his dick up and down the middle of my ass cheeks. My body gradually dribbles a sticky fluid as my senses continue to be aroused beyond pleasure.
Neil’s cock hits the back of my throat, my jaw locks open due to reaching its maximum stretch. He wraps my silky wet hair up into a ponytail before slowly sliding his heaping meat in and out of my tiny mouth.
“Relax your throat,” Neil sweetly advises.
I can feel that Zac has nearly cum between my outer ass cheeks, yet that does not stop him from his next action. Zac pulls my left butt cheek from my the right one, separating them widely. For a moment, he uses his other hand to help his thick cock into my asshole opening; after embedding himself within me, he shoves three fingers into my creaming pussy.
“Oggh”, “Awww,” both Neil and Zac moan one after the other. My tense anus holds onto Zac’s cock for dear life. My inner skin is being stretched out by my husband and I get lost in the pleasure of the deep stretch. The thought of swallowing Neil’s cum crosses me.