Chapter 1
I’m hyper-focused on my monitor as I type away at a werewolf breeding erotic romance, so I don’t notice my husband, Lucas, walk into our home office until he drops a manila envelope in front of me.
Pressing my lips together, I hold in my annoyance at having something tossed at me while I’m in the middle of the important breeding scene where the woman is about to get knotted by three shifters.
I’ve been so busy today I didn’t even take the time to get dressed after my shower and just threw on a nightgown and called it good.
I tug at the neckline and roll my shoulders to loosen the muscles as I pick up the envelope and turn it over. There’s no writing on either side.
“What’s this?”
He shrugs casually but I can tell he’s suppressing a grin, so whatever’s in the envelope must be exciting to him.
“That, my wonderful wife, is our travel itinerary for a trip we’re taking next month.”
Whoa, Lucas planned a trip to surprise me?
Has he ever done that? It’s like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up in one.
About twice a year, I spend a long weekend at a luxury spa resort.
He never goes with me, and I prefer it that way since it’s the time I focus on myself, but I’d hinted last week that I’d like to take more vacations with him.
I hadn’t expected him to take action so quickly and a surge of adrenaline makes my hands shake as I open the envelope and pull out a stack of printouts.
Two tickets fall in my lap and I pick them up and study them.
They’re for a comic con in San Diego, California next month.
Um, when I asked for a vacation I pictured sandy beaches or an adult lifestyle resort.
Attending comic cons isn’t really my thing.
Flipping through the printed-out papers confirms it’s all related to the upcoming trip: hotel, flight information, and details about the con. Shit, I guess I’m going to a con. I try sounding enthusiastic and I study the hotel information. At least it looks like a nice hotel.
“So, we’re going to California. Is something fantastic happening at the con?”
He laughs, as if I made a joke. “We’ve been talking about going for years, and I decided to surprise you. You wanted to take more vacations.”
Oh shit, he has been talking about going to one, but I didn’t know it included travel.
We live in Oregon, close to Portland, so there has to be a local one, right?
I was noncommittal every time he talked about it since I didn’t want to kill his dreams, but I assumed it would be a day trip and not a big deal.
The passes to the con are for all four days.
Five nights plus a few hours on a plane is a big deal. Yeah, that’s so not in my plans.
He moves behind me and massages my shoulders while I scan the papers. I don’t know how to respond.
“Baby, the best thing is that I pre-planned this with Miri. She’s been keeping your schedule clear for the trip.”
Miri has been my best friend since middle school, and she’s also my personal assistant who handles pretty much everything to do with my indie publishing except the actual writing.
I didn’t even question why she was giving me specific deadlines and telling me when things needed to be done.
But now it’s obvious she was ensuring I’d be finished with my book and not stressing about the trip.
I’m not sure whether to murder her for not giving me the heads-up that Lucas was planning this, or thank her for keeping my blissful ignorance going as long as she could. Lucas is thrilled and expecting me to jump for joy, but I’m still in shock and I’m not sure how I want to react.
“And Jessica, I was thinking… It’s been a while since our trip to the Temptations Resort. If someone caught your eye in San Diego, we could have a little fun.”
A shiver of longing runs through me straight to Ms. Kitty — the pet name for my pussy — and she wakes up. A kick of desire reminds me of what happened when we went to Temptations. It’s a lifestyle resort, and there were plenty of men to play with. Ms. Kitty got quite the workout.
Lucas’s hands continue to work the knots out of my neck and shoulders, and I groan.
He’s always been marvelous with his hands.
The offer of playing with someone while in San Diego, plus the neck massage, melts any further resistance.
Since he misinterpreted what type of vacation I wanted, I better have him spell out what his offer on the trip includes.
“So what exactly are you thinking when you say ‘have some fun’?”
He runs his hands down my spine and tugs on my pajamas until I lean forward so he can slip his hands underneath the nightshirt. He skims along my skin as he moves the fabric up towards my shoulder and a tremor of awareness runs through me from the brush of his fingers.
“Put your hands in the air.”
Oh, okay. I’m not totally sure where this is going, but I’m liking the direction.
I lift my hands towards the ceiling and he pulls my nightshirt off over my head, leaving me with only my panties on.
Since I wasn’t planning on leaving the house today, I’m not wearing a bra.
My nipples pucker, partly from the cold air and partly from dirty thoughts of what he might do to me.
I could sit on the edge of the desk while he hammered away and whispered filthy things in my ear. Mmm, yeah…
He swivels my office chair to face him and he drops to his knees, spreading my legs so he can kneel between them. A low pleasant hum warms my blood. I’m good with him on his knees. He cups my breasts and I moan as he rubs my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.
“My idea…” He pauses and leans forward to lick a nipple, and I draw in my breath as a spike of bliss swirls in my core.
He continues, “I’m thinking that I would check the app for a guy who you could play with one night. Does that sound good?”
He draws one of my nipples between his lips and sucks on it while I moan and run my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, I could be agreeable to that.”
Oh, fuck yeah. The best thing about being married to Lucas is that not only do I get tons of sex with him whenever we go on vacation, but he also gets horny whenever other guys check me out.
It always ends up with some other guy’s cock inside me while Lucas listens through a wall and strokes himself.
It’s easy to find guys on vacation willing to fuck a hotwife, and it helps that I’m petite with large breasts and naturally blonde hair.
I’ve always attracted attention based on my looks, and I find it amusing that the attention is increasing as I age.
At 33, I have tons more guys drooling over me than when I was in my early 20s and in college.
When I was younger, I underestimated the allure of a woman who knows what she wants and has sexual experience.
I assumed that by the time I was married and in my 30s, I’d be settled into a boring life and men would spend their time ogling younger women.
But nope, the dating pool is actually larger now because younger men and older men both eye me. Yeah, this is an awesome age.
Lucas pushes against my shoulder, tips the office chair back, and hooks his hands around my knees to pull me closer to him and the edge of the chair.
He kisses down my stomach and spreads my legs further apart.
My blue panties are basic cotton and nothing special, and they already have a small wet patch.
I’ll let him think it was all him and had nothing to do with the sexy scene I was writing.
He fingers my pussy through the fabric and desire swirls in my core.
When he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, I lift my ass off the chair so that he can pull them down. He spreads my legs wider and gives Ms. Kitty little kisses. He uses his thumbs to spread apart my nether lips, and I moan in anticipation.
“Oh god,” I whimper as his tongue snakes out and slips inside me.
My hips buck up for more and he moves his mouth to my clit to suck and lick my swollen bean. This is heaven. If he keeps doing this, I’ll agree to anything he wants.
“Mmmm, yes. Like that.”
Lucas is fabulous at oral, and after so many years with me, he knows exactly how to make me come fast. When he sticks his tongue into my pussy as far as he can, I spasm around it and moan like a greedy slut while.
Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, I press his face further into my center and he moves his mouth back up to my clit to give it more attention.
My vision is fuzzy from ecstasy when I peek down at him.
His eyes glow hotly as he locks his gaze with mine and presses his fingers into my exposed wetness.
I let go of his hair and squirm against his fingers.
“Tell me why you love me.” I whisper.
He lowers his eyes to examine my wide-open legs. The heat in my core rises another degree as he stares at a wet Ms. Kitty. He’s the only man I feel this free with, and the intimacy of the moment makes my breath hitch.
“You’re my everything. I’ve never loved anyone but you. Not even close.”
I moan at his words as my eyes drift shut, and he leans forward and licks my sensitive clit as he slides his fingers in and out of me. He continues to finger fuck me slowly, and when he makes a hook with his finger to massage my cave wall, I shudder uncontrollably at the impending climax.
He can tell I’m close, so he pumps faster and harder. When the orgasm hits, I scream as my body vibrates with euphoria.
“Ohhhh, god!”
I clench around his fingers as I ride out the waves of bliss, lost in mindless pleasure. When I come down from the peak, I drop back into the chair and sigh while Lucas strokes his hand against my pussy.
“You’re still soaking. Just how I like you.”
He kisses my thigh, and I open my eyes and glance lovingly at him. When he grins, his face shines with my juices and his eyes twinkle wickedly.
He announces, “My turn now,” and stands, holding out his hand to me. “Baby, we’re not done yet.”
Ohhh, maybe I’ll get another orgasm. I clasp his hand and he helps me up. Once I’ve found my balance, I step towards the door, expecting to go to the bedroom, but he stops me.
“No, baby. I want you to bend over your desk.”
Pleasure pulses in my veins as I put my elbows on the surface of my desk and wiggle my ass at him.
He steps up behind me and caresses an ass cheek while I give him a low hum of appreciation in the back of my throat.
He’s wearing sweatpants, and it only takes him a few seconds to pull out his cock and rub it up and down my slick folds.
Even though I already had an orgasm, I’m desperate for that first thrust. I sway my hips, trying to entice him.
“Mmm, that feels so good. I need you inside me.”
He taps his cock against me, not pushing it in.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
My head spins as I grip the edge of my desk and shimmy my hips, massaging the tip of his cock with my velvety wetness. My body is on fire, and I tense up for the first plunge.
“Oh god, please fuck me.”
He removes his cock and I mewl in displeasure. What is he doing? A sharp smack on my ass makes me cry out.
“Shit! Please?”
He grabs my hips and gives a sexy growl.
“Yes, I think I will.”
With one lunge, Lucas drives straight to my core and I have to stand on my tiptoes as he shoves me forward against the desk.
“Fuuuck!”
He immediately bulldozes into my pussy, clearly not intending to make me come again unless I can do it fast. Whenever he fucks me like this, it’s as if I’m a toy and only here for his amusement.
It hits a filthy kink of mine, and my brain short circuits as he uses me.
This isn’t my gentle, loving husband. This is the rough side that occasionally comes out, and I love it.
He knocks against me and each thrust causes ripples of pleasure to wash over me.
I’m moaning and panting as he holds onto my hips and fucks me vigorously.
The chorus of our moans fill the air, and every time he bottoms out, his balls whack against my clit and create a wet slap.
All I can do is grip the edge of the desk for leverage and hold on as he rides me.
Oh, holy fuck. I’m dizzy from the rapture, and I hear myself chanting for him to fuck me harder. He groans as he speeds up.
“Do you like this, baby?”
My muscles tighten, and I’m half out of my mind from the continuous assault of delight.
“Yes. God… Yes!”
He slams into me with a fury and I give in to my orgasm when he hits a pleasurable spot repeatedly.
I scream as my second white-hot climax rips through me.
He fucks me through my orgasm, and as my cave walls shudder and milk his cock, he comes with a grunt and fills me.
His warm stickiness coats me as he pistons in and out, pumping every last drop into me.
When he finally slows down and pulls out, I’m relaxing on my desk, fuzzy and floating in a warm place. I could fall asleep right here, but Lucas doesn’t let me. I give a tiny protest as he helps me stand up. Ugh, I don’t want to move. He holds me steady while I get my bearings.
When the lust fog clears, I understand he’s taking care of me and can’t leave me on the desk. I probably don’t really want to sleep right there, but it felt nice for a moment.
I murmur, “Thanks,” and blow him a kiss.
Since I don’t plan on putting my nightshirt back on, I use it to wipe some of our joint wetness off his cock before he adjusts himself back into his sweatpants.
His cum drips down the inside of my thighs, and I don’t bother cleaning it up.
This mess is going to require a shower, but I don’t care about that now.
I’ll nab some clean clothes and take a shower before bed.
I slide my hand into his. “Come on, Lucas, let’s find food and talk about the trip.”
After that good of a fucking, he gets whatever he wants. He’ll never know I didn’t want to go on the trip. Besides, he promised me a playdate.