Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #2

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The ringing of my phone startled me. I knew who it was, since it was nearly midnight. My lying, cheating, husband Brad had been calling all night. He was busy trying to track me down after I busted him with his slut. I wanted him to suffer, not knowing where I was or what I was doing.

I sat strait up in the bed, looking around the dark hotel room. Alone. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I realized I had dozed off to sleep still wearing the clothes I had hurriedly vacated my home in.

I stripped and jumped in the shower. I needed to wash away the stench of the horrible sights and sounds that I witnessed. Finding Brad fucking that slut in our house was more than my mind could handle. The only thing that had dulled my pain was the flirting session with Alfonso. Who knew that a cute bell boy would stay on my mind all night, forcing my thoughts into torrid fantasies?

I leaned against the shower wall, letting the warm water cascade down over my body. I gently lathered and massaged my skin, caressing my breasts and letting my hands travel down between my legs. I would have been fucking Brad right at this moment, if I hadn’t caught him with his pants down with my hack-actress neighbor. I held myself, shoving my fingers deeper inside my pussy, thinking about the last time Brad made love to me and had me climbing all over the bed. I tried to hold back tears that mingled with the soaking water from the huge shower head.

I was on the brink of an orgasm, when I heard a knock at the door. I shut off the water, and fought my way through the steamy fog to locate my robe. I hurried to the door, peeped out, and saw Alfonso standing there. He was out of uniform, and I was shocked that he had returned. I decided to loosen my robe, leaving it open just a bit so Alfonso could get a peek. I hastily opened my door.

“Alfonso, what brings you back up here?” I let my eyes slide over his tall, well proportioned body. He was wearing a clingy blue knit top over jeans that hugged him in all the right places. The vision of him standing there was driving heat right between my legs.

He smiled, equally slithering his eyes up and down my damp body, focusing on the open portion of my robe.

“I just ended my shift, and I thought I would stop by and make sure you were comfortable and see if you needed anything.”

Oh yeah, I needed something. I looked up into his warm brown eyes and smiled, opening the door so he could enter.

“That’s so sweet Alfonso. Do you treat all the guests with such personalized care?” I bit my bottom lip and closed the door, walking up on him as he stood in the middle of the entrance to the suite.

“Well, I treat all my guests with care, but only the truly special ones get my personal attention. And you are truly special, Miss Tatiana.”

He stepped closer, running his finger along the side of my face, stopping to trace over my lips, then down the center of my body right along the opening of my robe. I knew I had been wrong to flirt with him earlier. I was a married woman. But if my husband hadn’t honored our marriage vows, why should I? Two wrongs didn’t make it right, but this felt right, right now. My pussy was hot and aching, and I wanted Alfonso to cool me off.

“Well,” I said seductively, “there is something you can do for me.” I ran my hands across his chest provocatively, and Alfonso reacted to my invitation, flexing his muscles under my fingers. I inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne while standing on my tiptoes to get my lips closer to his ear. “There is something I need, and I need it right now.”

Alfonso took my hands and pushed them under his shirt, watching my face as I explored the terrain of his skin. It felt like he had been hand sculpted, with mounds of muscle surrounding his torso and chest. He pulled his shirt off, and I was in awe. He pulled my lips to his nipples, and I was happy to lick and suck them. I felt his hands pushing the robe from my shoulders, letting it slide to the floor at my feet. He pulled my head up by my chin, looked into my eyes, and pressed his lips over mine like he was sipping a fine wine.

My head started spinning, and I felt a flurry of emotions. Guilt first, since this was the first time a man other than my husband had put his lips on me in nine years. Brad was an excellent kisser, but this was brand new. I felt my lips burning, straight through to the core of my body. Every nerve was electrified by this new sensation. Alfonso clasped the back of my head, pulling me tighter against him, and I parted my lips to let his tongue in. He licked against my tongue and my senses delighted to his flavor. I allowed myself be led astray, falling deeper inside the lust I was feeling for this sexy stranger.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing my breasts against his body. I wanted his lips on me everywhere, and he must have read my mind as he grabbed one of my breasts and buried my nipple between his smoldering lips, twirling his wet tongue around it and sending me to the brink of an orgasm. I threw my mouth open and groaned, as he lightly pinched the other nipple, not to leave it neglected. My clit pulsed wildly, letting me know it was ready for action. I had to know what he had inside those jeans.

Again, Alfonso read my mind, because his hands had already reached down and unbuckled, unzipped, and unrestrained his hulking manhood. I heard his pants hitting the floor, and he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his erection. His dick was hot, and I tried to gauge the size before letting my eyes feast upon him. I was pleasantly surprised to find he was huge, with more than average length. Of course no man could compare to Brad, with his earth-shattering twelve inches. But it would be a welcome change to fuck a man who could probably do more with less.

“Mmmm baby, you got it wet? You ready for me?”

His tongue invaded my mouth again, not giving me a chance to respond. I think he got his answer while he assaulted my pussy with his fingers. I was soaked, as we tried to devour each other, sucking, biting and licking each other into a frenzy. Alfonso finally released me and pulled me to the bed. I eagerly followed, like a hungry little puppy.

I centered myself atop the luxury mattress, as Alfonso grabbed a couple of pillows and positioned my hips on top of them. Somehow he had sheathed himself amidst the play. He left no stone unturned.

“Baby, I want this to be the fuck of your life. You won’t soon be forgetting your stay here.”

I laid there, rolling my eyes over his perfect olive brown skin. My heart was beating out of my chest, in anticipation of crossing this forbidden threshold. I never thought I would cheat on my husband. But here I lay, with my hips thrust up in this man’s face, and now he was burying his tongue deep inside my slit, licking my clit and driving me insane. All thoughts of my husband rolled out of my head, as I squirmed and wiggled with Alfonso sucking my center, separating my labia and delving his tongue as deep as his face would let him. I was clawing and yelping at the sensation, and I had to let go, bursting into a powerful, wrenching, orgasm.

“Oh shit!” I yelled out in ecstasy, as I grabbed his hair, grinding against his lips. He kept his tongue inside me, riding out the pulsating waves. It was addicting, and now I was aching for him to ravage me.

“Alfonso,” I gasped, “don’t make me wait any longer. Fuck me now, I want to feel you inside me right now.”

Not to disappoint me, Alfonso started making a slow ascent toward my head, licking my body as he slid up and over me. He grabbed my legs, spreading them even more, rubbing his hands over my swollen lips.

“I’m going to love getting up in your pretty, tight little pussy. You taste so sweet, and I know you’ll treat my dick as good as you treated my tongue.”

He leaned over me and kissed me, mingling my lingering juices from his mouth with my own tongue, as he pushed his hot dick up against my slit, slowly pushing it inside the tight space. My mouth flew open involuntarily, gasping for air and breathing deeply, enjoying that initial push, that initial joining of our bodies. He ripped into me, tearing through my tight cave. Slight pain turned to pleasure, as I let my mind go and let him fill my insides with his hot flesh.

He slid in slowly at first, letting my body react to him. My pussy was on fire, wrapping around this foreign dick. I could feel my muscles clamping down on him, sucking him in. This was fresh, and I was thrusting my hips against his thrusts, wanting to feel him deeper. We bucked together and with each stroke he ground against my clit, building pressure within me. He moved his hips making his dick dance in me, rocking me and hitting my spot. I dug my sharp nails deep into the small of his back, sliding down to his hard ass, as I exploded into another mind-altering release. He was hitting spots I didn’t remember I had, and he had room to move around in me.

I was forced to yell out, as my body heaved and quaked, riveted by the friction of our frenetic rubbing. I came down on him, drowning his dick with my juices. His body reacted to mine and I felt him tensing up, grunting louder and pumping harder.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking hot I can’t hold back any more, you’re about to make me bust up in you…”

Alfonso slammed up in me a few more times and I felt his explosion inside me, pumping and pushing against me, exciting my pussy all over again. I tried to catch my breath as he collapsed his sweaty body on mine, holding me close and thrusting his tongue between my lips again.

“Baby, you are too hot! I could fuck you all night,” he breathed, in his raspy, deep voice.

“Well, let’s make that happen. I’m ready for another wild ride!”

Our lips locked again as I ran my fingers through his thick, short wavy hair. Nobody could have told me that I would have my pussy stretched around another man’s dick, fucking him in a hotel room. Just as I felt Alfonso getting hard again, my phone rang.

“You gonna get that? Want me to let you up?”

“No, don’t move a muscle. It’s just my ex-man, bugging me again. “ I wiggled my hips against his increasing erection. “Ooooh, do move that muscle again though. Time for round two.”

Next time, "Make Up Sex?"

Had She Bitten Off More Than She Could Chew?

When Joy left the party with Seth, she was already on the edge of an orgasm. Seth had done nothing more than dance with her, but somehow he managed to turn the entire evening into one big titilating tease. She was trying to stay on the path, but each touch he placed on her skin became magnified by the lust growing out of control in her loins. She was dripping wet, and had drenched her panties, just from Seth's hot breath and moist lips hovering over her ear, his tongue grazing her neck, and his suggestive comments released for her amusement. He had done a perfect job of seducing her, and now all she could think about and draw in her mind was unwrapping his manly body and letting him ravage her pussy.

They barely made it in her room before Seth's lips attacked hers, pushing her backwards across the floor until they reached the bed. They were locked in a mad embrace, kissing furiously, plundering each other's bodies, tearing off clothes. Joy felt electrified, as she readied herself to finally let Seth invade her body.

Her eyes were locked on every inch of him. She got on the bed, and he followed, crawling over her and exploring her body with his tongue. He kissed her navel, and put his hands under her panties, inching backwards and pulling them down with him. He slithered back up, opening her legs with his head, licking the insides of her thighs. She was ready to climb off the bed, anticipating the next move of his tongue. He licked and kissed her all the way up to her slit, then teased her clit with just the tip of his tongue. He stuck it in and out, teasing her before jamming it in all the way. She felt a combination of hot juices from his mouth and from her, as he titillated her senses between her lips with every lick. He pulled his tongue out, and licked and sucked over her clit. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she thought she would pass out.


“Oh shit, Seth!” Her hips were moving, she was pulling his hair, and her legs were trying to come together, but he kept them apart. He had driven her right to the edge of orgasm, then he stopped, licking her body all the way up to her mouth. He pushed her legs up to her chest, pulling them apart. She was holding her breath. She was ready for him.

He rolled on a condom, and he entered her slowly, unlocking her gates little by little. His lips found their way to her breasts, and he flicked his tongue back and forth over each of them, driving her wild.

“It’s almost all the way in baby. Just a little bit more. Just relax for me”

She felt like she was coming apart, he was so big and thick. He had to have more than nine inches. She could swear she could feel him all the way in her stomach. He pushed every inch in, grinding his pubic bone against her swollen lips and clit. He started sliding in and out of her with even control. He looked like he was in another world, but he didn’t forget about her. With her legs in that position, she was getting plenty of stimulation, and he was controlling it, moving her legs open or closing them to tighten the grip on his massive dick.

“Damn, Joy! You’re so tight, this shit is hot, I’m about to come, but not yet.” He pulled out, and started kissing her all over. Then he pulled her legs straight up, and pushed back in her. This time it was easier. He pushed all the way, making her claw the sheets and gasp. He pushed her legs closer together, pulling her hips up higher.

“Fuck Seth…damn! I’m about to come. Don’t move my legs, oh yeah, keep it right there!” she gasped, letting the friction of his dick hitting her spot bring on the eruption.

“Baby, I feel you. Don’t hold back.” He pumped her harder, then slowing down, then faster. All the pressure on her clit and her lips pushed her right into a wild orgasm. Her muscles started releasing and vibrating, and her whole body heaved and trembled.

“Damn girl, you’re making me come!” Seth had an even bigger explosion. She could feel his dick pumping and pulsing like water gushing through a hose. His body had tensed up, and he held her tight, groaning loudly. Finally, he collapsed over her.

Both of them laid there, trying to catch their breath. Their bodies were hot and sweaty, even though she had the air on high. Seth looked at her, then turned on his side and pulled her into him. He kissed her long and hard, ravaging her lips. She had a warm glow radiating from her orgasmic release. She felt secure in his muscular arms.

“Joy,” he whispered, “don’t run away from me. I know I said no strings, but I want to see you again. I’ll never be the same now that I know you.”

She put her fingers up to his lips. “I said no promises, baby. You told me not to shatter your dreams. I’m afraid I would, if we went beyond tonight. I can’t offer you much of myself. I don’t want to hold you back.”

He kissed each of her fingers, looking like he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to just walk out of my life. I want to see you again. I don’t care when. The next time you’re here, I want to take you to my house, and make love to you all day.” He pressed his lips against hers slowly and softly. He looked at her with those sexy eyes, and she almost caved. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. He hugged her like it was his last.

“I’ll try Seth. I still won’t promise you anything, but I’ll try to see you again.” She knew already in her heart that she would. He had whipped her like butter cream. Oh God, she was crazy. There was no way she should be even thinking about this.

Later into the night, Joy started to feel the tug of guilt in her heart. Seth had fucked her into a zombie state. And she loved every steamy minute of it. She couldn't wait for him to wake up and pump his thick toy up in her sweltering walls again. But what was wrong with that? She would be packing up and leaving for Chicago in  few hours, and she would probably never see Seth again. At least that's what she kept telling herself. But somehow, she didn't think it was going to end there. She didn't want it to end there. How was she going to manage this, when she had Tony at home, frantically waiting to fuck her until she couldn't walk, but she was thinking only about the big juicy, delicious dick pressed between her legs now?

Find out where Joy decides to take her relationship from here. Does she manage to stay away from Seth, allowing her guilt to keep her in check? Or does she figure out a way to take her cheating to the next level.  Read Joy's complete story, all her scentilating sexual exploits, and her road to bigamy in "Living Between Lies", now available @ Amazon.com

Get ready for the explosive sequel, "Living Separate Lies", part two in the Lies Trilogy. I'm dying to let tidbits out from the second book, but if I do, it would give away the end of the first book. I will say that Joy gets badder and bolder,. and her sex life keeps getting kinkier. Does she end up with Tony, Seth, or both? Or does she bring a new man into the picture? Maybe I will let out a little taste...later!

Playing With Fire

Was she crazy? Why had she kissed him? Joy had been tossing and turning all night, with images of sexy Seth on her mind. She could still feel the scorch of his hot lips on her body. She had lost herself in his sultry stares. His touch was so soft on her skin, so tender. She could tell that fucking him would be a completely different experience than what she had with Tony. Tony was wild and frantic; freaky. Seth seemed to be old fashioned.


She never should have touched him. If they got started, she would want to keep it going, and he surely would. No, it couldn’t work. She was engaged. What was she missing? Tony bought her everything she desired. He showered her with attention. He screwed her brains out, and he was always up to trying something different. He was even getting divorced so he could marry her. She couldn’t afford to piss all that away.
 
To make matters even worse, now she had agreed to let Seth esort her to the party for the developers. She knew that once she alowed herself to get caught up again with the intoxicating lull of Seth's kisses, there would be no stopping the reaction that was sure to take place between them. But then again, why should she stop herself? He was a gorgeous, rich doctor, and he was pursuing her. Why couldn't she have just this one night? Then she never had to see him again. After all, she was heading back to Chicago. And to Tony.
 
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The gathering was crowded. There was a band, and plenty of finger foods. Seth had been keeping her on the dance floor most of the time, after she finished mingling with the clients. It was the perfect excuse to touch. She loved the slower songs. He held her tightly, keeping his lips near her ear, occasionally whispering things to her about how good she looked, and how she was the sexiest woman there.


Joy was glad nobody could see what was happening beneath her clothes. The direct touch of his hand on the small of her back, his hand holding hers, and his hot lips barely touching her ear was sending waves of excitement all through her. The heat of his body so close, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne, and just the thought of the possibility of him overtaking her body had her throbbing under her new dress. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbing against her bra as he pressed her. She was getting wet. She longed to feel his hands exploring inside her panties.

The band started playing “Shattered Dreams”, one of her favorite 80’s songs. Seth seemed to know it too. He started twirling her around, doing some stepper moves, even dipping her. When he pulled her back up into his arms, he whispered in her ear, “Joy, don’t shatter my dreams tonight. I want you.” She felt the hotness of his breath in her ear, and it happened again. She came all unglued. At that moment, she couldn’t think of another thing in the world, other than getting his clothes off and feeling her body gel into his.

She was listening to the words of the song, about lies and a lost relationship. She needed to be running from him, but she was being drawn to him. Second by second she was losing her will to stay away from him. Her body was going limp. By the end of the song he took her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s go,” he said softly. She followed like a puppy behind its new master.

From the newly released novel, "Living Between Lies" now available @ Amazon.com

Damn, Is He Fine!

Marcus Patrick. In a word, DAMN!

When I dreamed up Seth's character, the man I saw in my head coincidentally looked like Marcus. Then I just happened to be doing some "research" (let's just call it that!) on Playgirl.com and I happened to cross pictures of Marcus. He matched the image I had in my head, down to the last cut of muscle in his abs! I had to share the pics. And just like Joy thought when she met Seth, damn the man is too fine.

Here's how Joy got entangled with Seth:


All the planets had aligned for Joy. She and Tony were finally together, making plans on staying together. They were in love, and Tony had declared it over and over.

Just when her life was starting to stabilize, her career took a shift. She got transferred to a new manager, working out of the main bank in Dallas. Now she was traveling around the midwest region as part of a new commercial business and real estate development team. She was on the road a lot, but making far more money than she ever could have imagined in such a short time. Tony grumbled constantly about her not being there for him, not being available to satisy his heavy sexual urges. She didn't like being away from him so much either, but she loved the freedom of the job.

She had just tied up a meeting with some new real estate developers, ending with a call from Tony whining about how much he missed her there to milk his dick. Now that she was all his, he was much more demanding, much more attentive to where she was, and wanted her to account for her time. She was starting to feel like a sex slave.

She stopped off for a drink before heading back to the solace of her hotel room. She ordered a mojito, sitting in front of the giant tv monitor. She glanced around, noticing the emptiness of the bar. Must have been too early, and most people weren't off work yet. Her eyes roamed to the far side of the room, and met the gaze of another early straggler. He smiled at her, and she back at him, looking away quickly. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

She focused back on the monitor, watching the news, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat. She rolled her head around in a circle, working out the tension. She twisted her head from left to right, ending up looking right into the sexiest set of gray eyes she had ever seen. The stranger was pulling out the stool right next to her, smiling warmly.

"Mind if I sit here?"

She smiled back, looking him over. "Not at all."

She took a moment to drink in his features. He was a tall, buffed, creamy caramel spitting-image of Marcus Patrick! The man was beyond fine, with those sexy full lips, short curly hair, and those dreamy eyes, which were now slithering up and down her body, taking inventory of her. She needed to hear his deep, smooth voice again.Suddenly she felt silly and coquettish, with her face getting hot and her nipples getting hard-her body reacting to the heat she could feel emanating from him. The scent of his cologne flooded her senses with the aroma of warm woods, fresh pine air, and a roaring fire. Who the hell was this amazingly hot man?

Joy Is A Bad, Bad Girl!

My debut novel, "Living Between Lies" will be released in print and on Kindle within two weeks. I let my friends preview the entire manuscript to get their thoughts on the story, especially since I'm close to finishing the sequel "Living Separate Lies". They loved the book and got into the sequence of events and the characters, especially Joy. One of my friends wants me to kill Joy off, because she's a homewrecker and a cheater!

Now granted, Joy is bad. She will use sex to get what she wants. She breaks up a marriage, cheats on her boyfriend, uses her boss to advance her career, and by the end, has wreaked havoc on several people's lives. But does she deserve to die just for that? We got into a heated debate over what Joy's fate should be, which got my creative juices flowing. I've got a lot more trouble (and kinky sex) to get Joy into in the sequel, since she is a freak and she loves sex. But in book three, anything is possible! To get an idea of Joy's sex-capades, read the entire blog starting with "Life In The Fast Lane." What do you think should happen to Joy? Leave me a comment or drop me an email. Somebody will die in the final episode, and I'm open for suggestions!

Have You Been Touched Today?

Just one touch from the right person can have you reeling all day. There's a lot of it going on in "Touch"...
Nick felt like he had been immersed in a pool filled with cold water. He had never felt anything like this, and he was having a hard time relaxing at first, especially since he could only feel what they were doing. He finally decided to lay back and let his mind wander, as he was licked and caressed everywhere. Having multiple sets of hands on his body, and multiple lips on him, while being able to touch and lick the girl’s bodies had him harder than he ever could have imagined. And he was about to explode. Were they reading his mind too? Just as he had the thought that he needed to release, his pants were coming down, and he felt warm hands palming his shaft, rolling it back and forth...

Read the rest of the preview from the soon to be released "The Other Side Of The Fence" on the Black Erotica Guide.   Read "Touch"


Sex With The Boss

Joy didn't care how much the women at the bank rolled their eyes at her. Nor did she care about the prying eyes and comments of her nosy co-worker Shelly. Seducing Tony and fucking him had paid big benefits. He promoted her, and now she was in position to pull in a ton of money herself. He loved spending money on her, and he was fucking her brains out every chance he got to steal away from his wife.It was nearly a perfect set-up.

The sexual chemistry between Joy and Tony was strong, and Joy had to fight every urge she had to keep her eyes off him.Any time they got close to each other, she wanted to touch him, and she could see the look on his face, letting her know that he wanted her. He kept her busy in his office, and all she could think about was pushing her skirt up and straddling him in his chair, or getting between his legs under the desk and sucking him into an explosive orgasm.

Of course the immediate problem was that they had to deny their attraction towards each other in front of everybody at work. And Shelly was always watching. And making comments.

Joy was having a harder time trying to keep Montell under control. The more she sneaked around with Tony, the less time she had for Montell, and he was getting suspicious. He never liked the relationship with Tony from jump, and now he was always asking for an accounting of her time, and challenging her when she turned down the chance to be with him. It would only be a matter of time before he either found something out, or he got tired of hanging on the sidelines.

She felt like something was coming around the corner soon, and it wasn't going to be good.

Sex Out Of Bounds

Any time you do something you know you shouldn't be doing, the little voice goes off in your head, reminding you that you shouldn't be doing it. Joy's little voice was going off, reminding her about cheating on Montell and helping Tony cheat on his wife. She continued to ignore it, choosing to focus on the sensational feeling she experienced with Tony, finally getting to enjoy his naked body rubbing all over hers. He was huge, and he knew how to work his shit, fucking her in different positions and grinding her into orgasms so riveting that she could hardly move afterwards. How could she back away from getting rocked like that, when she craved more of it?

Montell was a great screw, but he was her safety net. Somebody to keep her appeased until she met the real prospect, the one who could dazzle her in every way. And Tony was the one, with the promise of incredible, heart-stopping sex, the resources to help her get ahead in her job, and the money to buy her whatever she wanted. The last part was already coming true, since he had dropped a wad of cash on her and told her to go buy some sexy shit to wear for him at work, and for the next time they got together. Montell was just the opposite, always chastizing her for spending too much. He was no competition for Tony.

Joy was successful at quieting her own inner voice, but not the voice of her girl Kiki, who never hesitated to remind her when she was going the wrong way. And now she was on the phone, interrupting the orgasm she was close to having while fantisizing about Tony. She was worse than the  freakin' Mother Superior.

"Joy, you know this is fucked up. You shouldn't be doing Montell the way you are. If you're that hung up on Tony, then let Montell go."

Joy knew she was right, but why should she if he was still hanging around?

"No Kiki, I still have feelings for Montell. I'm not ready to let him go yet. Besides, I love fucking him, and when Tony isn't around, who else will I have to keep me company?"

"Ok, keep it up. He's gonna find out, mark. And don't come crying to me when he drops your ass."

"Yeah, whatever." Joy heard a tone go off in her ear. She had another call. "Kiki, I got to take this call, I think it's Tony. I'll call you tomorrow."

She hastily pressed the button to switch to the other call.

"Hello?"

""Hey baby, I got a free minute and I wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing?" Tony crooned, dropping that creamy baritone in her ears.

"Nothing Boss, just thinking about fucking you again. What's on your mind?" Like she didn't already have the answer.

"Getting back up in your hot, tight pussy. I sneaked off for a minute, pretending I had to go to the store. So I don't have long. I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about stoking your ass right now. Imagine my tongue jammed up against your clit, then slipping up inside that hot little slit."

"I'm thinking about it."

Joy leaned back on the bed, spreading her thighs and sliding her fingers down to her already moistened lips, inside her silk panties . She quivered at her own touch, thinking about how Tony had licked her into mind-numbing multiple orgasms. She slid her finger through the taut opening, probing against the heat of her walls. She drew the finger back out, dragging the juices out and over her clit, making small circular motions. Damn, she really needed him to fuck her right now.

"You feel me baby? I'm hard as a damned steel pipe right now, thinking about your soft thighs, pushing them apart so I can get my dick up in that hot ass."


"Mmmmm, damn Tony, I need to fuck you right now. I can't wait. When are we getting together again?"

"I'm coming up with something to cover my ass for tomorrow night. I promise, we'll be together, ok? Keep that shit hot for me, and I'll see you in the morning. Maybe we can sneak something in for lunch.Wear something sexy." He let out a groan, sounding like he was getting his own self off. "Sweet dreams baby."

"Night Tony."

She quickly ended the call, throwing the phone on the bed beside her. She picked up the tempo of the movement of her hand, probing her two fingers deeper as she applied more pressure over her swelling. The orgasm came within minutes, pushing through her short breaths, pussy walls tightening and moving in spasms. She filled her head with visions of Tony thrusting deep inside her, mixing his explosive eruption with her own. She couldn't wait until they came together again.

Damn all this creeping around.

Joy Between The Sheets

She had crossed the final line, finally able to reap the fruits of her labor. Joy couldn't believe the sensation of Tony's thick, rock-hard dick, totally filling up every inch of her tight, molten walls. Her pussy had molded over the sides of his girth, stretched farther than she ever could have imagined. He had her legs splayed as far as they would reach, ramming her, grinding his hairy groin against her clit.

"Oh fuck yeah, slam it harder Tony...oh...yessss...take this pussy baby..."

She was on the verge, getting closer to an explosion. She had never been fucked like this before. Tony was wild, bucking against her like something inside him had just been set free. Her hips met his every thrust, thirsty to keep him inside her, as he hit the back of her wall. Her nerves and senses were tingling, as she dug her nails deep into his shoulders and back

"Damn, Joy, this pussy is on fire, it's so damned tight, shit, you gonna make me come, baby." He strained to get the words out, breathing hard and shallow, as he dropped sweat on her chest from his body. "I don't want to come until I feel you baby, work that hot pussy over my dick. Let that shit go."

Joy’s body was starting to quiver, overcome with the sensation of his dick expanding between her walls, as her inflamed pussy lips sucked him in. “Tony, I’m about to come baby, oh, what the hell are you doing to me!”



“Not just yet baby,” He thrust in all the way, and her hips met him in rhythmic motion. She was beyond boiling, she was going super nova, and she felt her muscles clench up before starting the big release.


“Tony, oh shit…you’re making me…oooooooh damn!” Joy felt wild sensations electrify her body, and her muscles contracted on him, squeezing down on his rock-hard shaft. She heard him grunting and moaning, as his body tightened up. His dick felt red hot, like a poker iron sliding in and out of her.


“Oh baby, that’s sending me over, I can’t hold it any longer,” he groaned as he pushed in the final time, and she felt him pulsating against her walls. She kept moving her hips, and he groaned louder.


When they finally stopped moving, they collapsed into a long, frenzied kiss. Their bodies locked together, hot and sweaty, with the cool air conditioned air swirling around them.


“Damn, Joy, your body is incredible. I haven’t had an experience like that in… in never. I can’t believe I waited so long to make love to you. But it was worth every second of the wait.” He rolled over to the side of her, pulling her into his arms. “I could do that again and again.”


Joy was still catching her breath. Her heart felt like it was racing right out of her chest. “And you can do it again and again, whenever you want. You were amazing. I thought you were going to make my body explode. Oh damn, I can still feel you.” She put his hand between her legs. She was still hot, even after all they had done.


“Damn woman, you’re still smokin’? What’s it gonna take to turn your oven off?” He kissed her again, while sliding his fingers back inside her hot slit. “Guess it’s time for round two, while we still have time.”

Joy never knew sneaking around could be so much fun. She was willing to take the risks, as long as they didn't get caught...

A Taste Of Seduction

Joy felt nothing but pure ecstacy as Tony pressed his hot lips and body against hers. This was the event she had been waiting for; Tony taking charge and coming after her instead of only watching her. He had her pinned against the door of his car, assaulting her senses with his tongue dancing across hers. They were both consumed with desire, oblivious to any club patrons who may have wandered through the parking lot.

Finally seeking more privacy, Tony opened the passenger door so they could enter. He positioned himself on top of Joy, pushing her skirt up and grinding his hardened shaft against her now throbbing crotch. She felt his hands unbuttoning her top, and pushing inside her bra, as his other hand pushed inside her panties, rubbing over her engorged clit. His fingers slid down to part her lips and push inside her heat. She could tell he was thirsty, as he stroked her skin and probed between her legs, stopping just short of pulling his dick out and fucking her right on the gloved leather seat of the car.

A quick thought entered her head again; he had a wife, she had a boyfriend, and she shouldn't be doing this. But she had been planning for this moment from the first day she met him. She torched the last remnant of guilt that tugged at her common sense side, with a flick of her tongue across his lips.

With the press of a button, Tony had moved the seat down and back, so he could get on her, pushing her skirt up and pulling her legs apart so he could get between them. She could hardly keep still, with his hard bulge rubbing against her crotch. She was hot and hard, moisture mounting between her thighs as he ground his body into her pelvis. She wanted him to rip her panties off and take her right there, no matter who may be looking. She hoped the dark window tint would shield the x-rated scene from public view.



They lost track of time, until the clock on the dash board flashed, and Antonio noticed how late it was.


“Oh shit, I should be leaving.” He kissed her between words, rubbing his hands between her thighs.


She was gasping for air, her heart beating wildly as his lips touched her body. “Uh-uh, don’t leave me like this,” she breathed, sucking and kissing his lips. “ All I've been thinking about is getting you inside me.”


The last thing she wanted to do now was stop. He had gotten her so hot that she had forgotten where they were, risking discovery, nearly fucking her out in the parking lot.


One of his hands was on the back of her neck, and the other was inside her panties. He tried to get the words out between kisses. “I really want to fuck you so badly right now, but I’ve got to head home. Next time baby, I promise you. If there’s any kind of way that I can escape to see you this weekend, can I?” He pushed himself away from her to let her know he was serious.


“I don’t know Tony, it depends on what my boyfriend is doing. If he’s off, he’ll be at my house. You can call me if you get a chance.” She put her lips against his again. Oh, his lips felt so good, so persuasive. She wanted to hold on to that sensation all night. She tried to get control of her senses. She was on overload. He moved off her reluctantly, looking around to see what was going on outside the car, while he tried to straighten his clothes.


“I’ll figure something out. I will call you. Come on, let’s go. Let me take you to your car.” He waited for her to fix her clothes and hair, and they stepped out into the night air.

Joy couldn't keep her thoughts straight as she angled her car for home. Her pussy was throbbing, left unsatisfied, needing to be quenched by Tony's massive dick. It took all her strength to keep the car on the road, as she got her legs apart as far as she could, shoving her fingers inside the wetness while keeping her thumb on her clit. The faster she massaged between her lips, the faster her heart raced and the faster she was mashing the gas pedal. Good thing the road was dark and deserted, and nobody was there to see or hear her hit the crescendo of release, as she fantasized that Tony was ramming her hard. She was sure she had driven across the lanes several times, as she involuntarily closed her eyes when she pushed her clit to the melting point.

As Joy pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building, she noticed her man's car parked in the visitor's spot. What was Montell doing at her house so early? Well, it didn't matter, because she was still hot and in need of a dick. She needed to be fucked in the worse way. If she couldn't fuck Tony tonight, Montell would have to do - for now.

**Read Joy's full story of seduction and deception. Does she get her men in the end? Follow Joy's sexual exploits in the first novel in the series, "Living Between Lies", now available @ AMAZON.com

Close Encounter

After the little scene in the elevator, Joy finally had proof that Antonio was ready to take it to the next level. His kiss on her neck left her smoldering for hours. She spent the weekend with her boyfriend Montell, but her mind was all over Antonio. All over his thick, sexy lips, all over his broad muscular body, and all over the treat he had hidden underneath his designer trousers and boxers.

It was Friday, and Joy came in ready for action She pranced around the office in a royal blue fitted suit, with her favorite powder blue bra and panties underneath. She hoped Antonio would have a reason to see what she had hidden beneath the polish of the business attire.

Joy's persevearance paid off. Antonio had been literally all over her all day, keeping her coming into his office for just about any reason he could muster. She felt like a ping pong ball, making trips back and forth to bring him files, as he stood behind her, peering over her shoulder as she sat in front of his desk. He had the perfect view of her rounded breasts, pushed up right below the shawl collar of her top.

By the end of the day, Joy was set to leave, but Antonio called her into his office again. He invited her to meet him for drinks at Blue Chicago. She accepted, keeping cool on the outside, but she was throbbing on the inside, anticipating moving beyond their current relationship.

When she arrived at the club, he was standing near the doors, looking for her. He looked relieved when he saw her walking towards him. He started smiling, holding his hand out to take her by the arm. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, you made it. I was thinking maybe you changed your mind.” He led her into the club. There was a buzzing crowd tonight, with smooth jazz playing in the background.

“No, no, I just waited to leave with everyone else. You know, so it wouldn’t look weird. If I tell you I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said close to him, running her finger under his chin.

They went inside, securing a table tucked away back in a corner. They ordered drinks. Antonio touched her hand, as soon as they sat down. His hands were as gorgeous as the rest of him. His nails were perfectly manicured, and he wore a thick gold link bracelet. He had a diamond letter “A” ring on his right hand ring finger, and his gold nugget and diamond wedding band on the other. He was making circular motions over her skin and it was sending little electric shocks all through her. She was trying to get a read on what he wanted to do next.

“You know, I just wanted to commend you on how hard you’ve been working. You’ve learned quite a lot in a short time. In fact, you probably know more than some of my loan officers. I’m ready to put you on some of the bigger deals. I want you exposed to everything.” He stroked his fingers across her hand again, this time moving up to her forearm. It sent a shiver up and down her spine.

“Thanks Tony, but I owe it all to you. You are a great teacher. You could teach anyone anything.”

She ran her fingers over the smooth skin of his hand. A hand she was imagining touching her breasts, caressing her body, sliding up her thighs. He seemed to be ready to take things to the next level. She took a sip of her drink, and locked on to his tempting hazel eyes. She let the drink drip on her lips, so she could lick the liquid off. Then she took her fingers and ran them across her lips, licking them. He was completely at attention. His lips were starting to drop open, like he was imagining all the enticing things she could do with her mouth. She undid one button on her top, to expose the crest of her cleavage. Then she touched his hand again.

“Tony, tell me, what are you doing here?” She had one hand on his arm, and the other hand on his knee, starting to work its way up his thigh. His quads flexed beneath her touch. He shifted in his seat.

“I just wanted to talk to you without every eye on us, that’s all. Kind of celebrate my good decision to hire you.” The look in his eyes and his increased breathing was giving him away.

“Really?’ She almost whispered, bringing her head closer to his. “That’s your only reason?” She knew what he had on his mind, so why was he beating around the bush? This wasn’t his first time stepping out.

“Well actually,” he smiled a little, “I just wanted to get you alone. I think it’s time for us to get to know each other a little better.” His eyes wandered from her face down to her body.

She gazed at him, soaking in his rugged charm and the mature outline of lean muscle hiding beneath his custom-made suit. He looked strong, authoritative and commanding, the very things that turned her on about him.

She was hoping he would react to her green light signals, and make the next move. He must have read her mind, because he reached across the table and caressed her cheek. There wasn’t much space left between their faces. He leaned in closer, pulling her mouth up to his with the tip of his finger on her chin. He softly pursed his lips against hers. His lips felt hot and firm. She kissed him back, and she could swear she felt the air heating around them. The kiss was brief, but there was a whisper of lust on the tip of his tongue, as he moved it skillfully against hers.

He let her go, and she finally got her breath back enough to utter a sentence. “Tony, do you want me?” She spoke in a low, sultry voice, as she looked into those dreamy hazel eyes. All she could think about was climbing on top of him and riding him like she was in a saddle. And from what she could feel between his legs, he was packing like a horse.

It was obvious that he was getting turned on. He licked his lips, touching them with his fingertips. He cracked a little crooked smile at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s go outside.” He took her hand, pulling her up from the table.