Anthology, Short stories
marriages—seven sinful secrets.
shouldn’t have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples, as they come to
terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from
them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have
your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!
French Knickers in your husband’s dry cleaning can only mean one thing, right?
They’re certainly not Mareijke’s! Devastated at this find, she returns home
early and walks in on the unmistakable sounds of Stefano in the throes of
passion… but things are not what they seem…
holiday she did not expect to return with a drop dead gorgeous husband. Life is
great until she meets a masked stripper at her belated hen night. She knows the
eyes behind that mask, doesn’t she?
she’d lost her husband to depression after he lost his job. Now he’s back,
happy, horny and ready to play. But Carl’s spending so much time on his
computer she’s worried he’s got something to hide. Will his secret tear them
apart, or bring them closer than ever?
been married to Marissa for twenty years, and he dreams of being dominated by
his vanilla wife. When he returns from a business trip, he is in for one heck
of a birthday surprise.
wife is up to something, and she is determined to find out what it is. When she
walks in on Marie and some bloke at a hotel room, she thinks all is lost. And
then Marie orders her to stay… And when your Domme gives you an order…
unexpected arrival home turns on its head when he discovers his wife Noni has a
mind-blowing surprise she’s been hiding from him. Discovering secrets and sex
tapes have never been hotter or more pleasurable…
couple rediscovering each other.
his new wife Penny. So much so that he puts his own desires for a more exciting
sex life to one side. Their lovemaking may be vanilla, but it’s all he needs,
or so he thinks, until the suitcase breaks and he discovers her secret.
You – NKOTB
– OneRepublic feat Timbaland
Feeling – The Black Eyes Peas
– Oly Murs feat Flo Rida
Excerpt from The Knickers by Doris O’Connor
“Because seeing you dressed like this makes me horny as hell.”
He had to be hearing things. She could not mean what she had just said. However the short bursts of her warm breath against his neck and the hardness of her nipples against his arm confirmed the truth behind those words, as clearly as the musk of her arousal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be wet for him. Her body gave her away, as surely as his own responded to her. The dominant in him rose to the fore, and he halted the upwards progress of her hand with a growled, “No.”
She froze, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head backward to enable him to study her face. Stefano lost himself in the tender and hopeful expression mirrored in her beloved features, and he kissed the tears still clinging to her eyelashes away.
Mareijke sighed in submission, and he smiled into the kiss he slanted across her lips. How he had missed her, the simple act of kissing, tentative strokes of her tongue matching his forceful ones, as he took the kiss deeper, angling their bodies until she was lying underneath him on the bed. He yanked the cushion still between them away with an annoyed growl and thrust his frill covered cock into her groin.
She gasped into his mouth and clung onto his shoulders. Arching her hips to meet him thrust for eager thrust, she locked her ankles behind his ass, and Stefano grunted his approval. This is what he needed, this reassurance that she still wanted him as much as ever, and suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her bound and naked, the silky walls of her tight pussy milking his cock, as he fucked her hard and fast.
He broke the kiss with a bite to her lower lip that made her squirm, and he cupped her mound. The damp fabric made him smile almost as much as her hiss of pleasure when he pressed against her clit. A shudder went through her, and her eyes went wide when he straddled her legs.
“Grip the headboard for me, and don’t let go.”
She complied immediately, and he grabbed the ends of her sensible blouse and yanked hard. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he pulled the thing clean off her, and his breath stalled in his lungs at the vision in front of him. His wife’s ample breasts were barely concealed by the scraps of red lacy scaffolding covering the heavy mounds, and he ran his knuckles across the hard nubs clearly visible through the see-through fabric. They firmed even more, and she arched into his touch. Her little teeth made imprints on her bottom lip, swollen from his kisses, and her whole body shook in need when he ran a finger under her bra cup. He pulled it down freeing that breast to his gaze and with a grin at her bent down and sucked the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth.
“Stefano … please…” Her lust-filled moan shot straight to his cock, and he suckled harder, kneading the other nipple between his fingers. He knew how responsive she was to this kind of stimulation, and helplessly trapped as she was under his legs, he could feel the rising tension of her body, her desperate need to come. Breath coming in short gasps, her auburn hair feathered across the pillow, she held onto the headboard with a white knuckled grip, as her body clambered towards release. She screamed her annoyance when he released her nipple and bit down hard, causing her to pant harder.
With an audible rip the delicate lace of her bra gave way under his ministrations and her bountiful curves spilled into his waiting hands. Stefano pushed them together and blew across her distended nipples. Mareijke squirmed underneath him. A fierce blush spread across her sweat-slicked skin, and her head rolled form side and side. He drank in the sight of his wife lost to her arousal, and a sense of calm settled over him, like it always did, when he gave her pleasure. Even without the discussion that they would have to have soon, he knew that all would be all right between them. Stefano lifted himself off her and pulled her pants off, taking her lacy thong with them. The musk of her arousal drew him, and he left the trousers dangling just under her knees. Pushing her knees up, he angled her lower body until she was half lying on her side. With her hands still clutching the headboard and her legs trapped inside her trousers she had nowhere to go, and he ran his hands down the curve of her hip and kneaded her ass cheeks. She pushed into his hand with a small moan, and he brought his hand down on one shapely ass cheek.
“Yesssss, again … Please, Stefano … I need.” The rest of whatever she was going to say was lost in the sound of his hand connecting with her milky flesh, and his cock threatened to split its lacy covering, seeing the red marks of his possession. Hearing Mareijke’s needy sighs in his ears he couldn’t wait one minute longer. The sheets of the bed were stained with her arousal, and without further ado he freed his throbbing dick and aligned himself with her wet entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now, cara. Is that what you want?” He growled his question into her shoulder and bit her ear, soothing the sting with his tongue.
Excerpt from The Anniversary Gift by Cherie Nicholls
ways than one.”
I thought you liked when I talked dirty, baby?” Cleo’s
cheeks burned. How dare she?
How dare Marie try
flirting with her when she’d been caught
to keep you entertained.”
boy,” Marie said with such praise for the man Cleo wanted to