Secret Lives of Housewives
An Erotic Novel
From the back cover
Sex and the suburbs...
In a small New York suburb on the banks of the Hudson River, picture-perfect houses and well-manicured lawns hide the raging libidos of a quartet of women who come together as unlikely confidantes to discuss escapades that would make any soccer mom blush. Single or married, moms or executives, they all have one thing on their minds...
Angie, a yoga instructor and mother of twins, worries that her role as caregiver has wiped out her identity as an active woman with grown-up desires. Nobody ever asks how she's doing anymore, and her husband seems to have forgotten she still has a limber body that hungers for his touch. If only she could add some adult playtime into their hectic home life...
The last thing on Monica's mind is marriage. She's content to spoil her nieces and nephews instead of getting tied down by a husband and children of her own. her doctor has told her to relax her workaholic habits, but this driven advertising executive knows how to play the game - In business and in bed. One way or another, she'll find a way to make sure all her needs are met...
Caitlin has it all. She's stunningly gorgeous, married to a rich man...and incredibly bored. Being a trophy wife is less than satisfying - unless you're the kind of woman who enjoys having your husband tell you what outfits your should wear to impress his clients. Spontaneity is what Caitlin needs - so she turns to the internet to live our her wildest fantasies...
Eve may look absolutely ordinary, but her bedroom adventures and active imagination belie her quiet exterior. her daydreams consist of steamy fantasies based on the old movie romances she loves. And her real-life trysts are nothing short of spectacular, even if her afternoon delights are with her very married boss..
White picket fences won't corral these four sultry sirens as they shake up the neighborhood in ways that city girls can only dream of...
From THE SECRET LIVES OF HOUSEWIVES:
Oneof our four housewives, Caitlin, has an on-line lover named Hotguy344 aka Brett. She's just gotten a camera so they can see each other while they play
Caitlan found Hotguy344 in the chatroom at Paul's Place and they went private. She told him about her camera and he gave her a short list of instructions to follow so they could see and talk with each other. It took a few attempts but finally she saw Hotguy344's image appear on her screen.
"Stand up and let me look at you."
The camera sat on top of her monitor so she stood and stepped back so he could see her from knees to hair. She had worn a pair of tiny white shorts and a tight tee shirt. She hadn't worn a bra so her nipples showed prominently through the thin fabric. "I like your tits," he said.
A shiver echoed through her body. His voice was gruff and forceful, and it sliced through her. "Thanks," she said softly.
"I'd like to see them better." He purred, then said, "Why don't you take off your shirt?"
With a growing smile, she slowly removed her top. She treated it like a strip show, slowly pulling the hem of the shirt up, revealing her breasts only a bit at a time. She heard him laugh. "You like to tease," he said. "That's wonderful." She watched his palm stroke the length of the bulge in his small black briefs. "Ah, Cait, this is going to be so good."
"Yes, Brett, it certainly is." She wanted to be more than just an object in this game so she said, "I love watching your hand on your cock." So far she'd only typed those words. Hearing herself say ‘cock' was almost as exciting to her as seeing Brett on her screen.
"Now the shorts and panties. Since this is our first time I'm really eager to get it on with you."
She took off the remainder of her clothing and saw in front of the camera, her heels on her chair. "Are you wet?" he asked. "I want to watch you stick your finger between your legs and tell me how wet you are."
She stroked herself. She was soaked, and she told him so. "I love that," he said, pulling down his briefs.
When she saw his cock for the first time, as thick around as her wrist, she said, "That's quite a piece of equipment you've got there." She tried for coy but it came out with a small catch in her voice.
"And it's all for you." He filled his palm with lubricant, then wrapped his hand around his dick and rubbed from tip to base. "I like to make it feel like I'm fucking you." He stroked again. "Does watching me make you hot?"
"I'm so hot already there's not much further to go." She realized that she meant it. She was so highly aroused that she could probably come from just a touch of her fingers, but she wouldn't do that just yet. She'd let the anticipation build for as long as she could stand it.
"Then watch me." He was obviously well practiced and knew exactly how to touch to make his cock swell and dance. As she stared, transfixed, he reached between his thick, hairy thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing and pulling on his sac. "I'm getting close too," he said. "Spread your legs more and point the camera down so I can see your pussy." She adjusted the camera, shifted forward on her desk chair and parted her inner lips with her fingers. "Ah yes," he said as he rubbed the length of his cock, "your wet lips almost fill my screen." He leaned back and kept rubbing. "Now touch your clit. It's so swollen it's almost like you have a cock like mine. Rub it!"
It was as though he controlled her fingers as she told her exactly where to touch. "Slide your fingers to the left. Oh yes, I can tell that you like that. Now rub the right side of your clitty with one hand and pinch your nipples with the other." She knew her body pretty well but listening to him give directions for her to rub here and stroke there made it all the better. Soon her pulse was pounding and her breathing was ragged. "Getting close?" he growled and she watched him look around the area around her computer. "I can see a thick magic marker on the desk beside your keyboard. Take it and push it into your snatch. Fuck yourself with it. I want to watch."
Without hesitation she took the marker and used the blunt end as a dildo to fuck her pussy. It didn't fill her and, somewhere in her brain, she made a note to go to an adult website and buy a thick dildo for herself for next time. While she slid the marker in and out, she rubbed her clit with her other hand. Her eyes never left Brett's hand and she soon realized that he was as close as she was. She'd done that for him. She'd aroused him, gotten him really hot. "I want to see you come," he said. "Do whatever it is that you do when we chat and make yourself come. When you do, I will."
She knew just the places to touch and, in only a moment, she came. She knew he could hear her grunts and the mewling sounds she made and watch her head fall back as she fought to breathe. "You're a treasure," he said, rubbing his cock harder and faster. As she came down, she watched semen spurt from the tip of his cock and he caught it with his other hand.
They cleaned up and finally he said, "We'll have to do this often. It's delicious and the closest I can come to fucking you in person — for the moment."
"I've got to go now," she said, still in a sexual fog. "I hope we can do that soon again."
"Can we make plans now?"
"I never know when my husband's going to be out so you'll have to hang around Paul's Place and I'll get there when I can."
"That will have to do. I'm logging off." She saw his fingers on his keyboard and then her screen returned to the logo of the website she'd logged on to. She quickly shut her computer down.
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