Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple

Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple

Being a settled, married couple doesn’t have to be boring…

Griffin Jensen has it all. He owns a successful advertising agency, has a great kid, beautiful home and the hottest wife known to man. He and Deana make it their mission to fulfill each other’s every erotic fantasy. So why does he feel like something is missing?

Deana Jensen has been head over heels in love with her husband since they first dated in college. Back then, Grif was a player-with both sexes. Deana never considered his bisexual past a threat, but after twelve years of marriage, she fears she’s no longer enough for him. She’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy her husband, but can she share him with another man?

Vance Korbett swore off women years ago when his fiancée left him at the altar. Now he finds “love” in the arms of different men. It’s simple and easy. Eat. Sleep. Screw. Nothing could be better-other than the marital bliss he sees with his best friends, Deana and Grif. Too 
bad three’s a crowd. Or is it?

Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple is a hot, sexy anthology which includes explicit sex, group sex and M/M sex. It is intended for mature readers only.

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Date Night

WITH A FINAL wave and blown kiss to her seven-year-old daughter, Deana Jensen slid behind the wheel of her Saab. The satin teddy under her street clothes caressed her belly, stiffening her nipples into taut peaks. She turned the key then punched the speed dial number on her cell before pulling from the curb.

“Hello?” Vance, her best friend and confidant, answered. His velvet-edged baritone echoed through her speaker phone.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Dean…eee.” He moaned her name like he was stretching out on his obscenely expensive designer sofa. She imagined him lounging on the soft leather cushions, his partner Aaron by his side, and a small shiver chased along her vertebrae. “What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be sucking off your horny husband during his Skype conference call tonight?”

Vance’s graphic description of Grif’s long-held fantasy contracted her pussy. Leave it to Vance to not mince words. “That’s why I’m calling.” She eased to a stop at a light.

“Oh? Did the sleepover with Janie fall through? If so, I can babysit no problem.”

“No, that’s not it. I just dropped her off at the Maxwell’s. ‘Sides, I thought Aaron didn’t approve of last minute Janie duty.” She turned right onto the onramp and accelerated to match the freeway traffic speed.

“Yeah, well, he’s visiting his folks in south Florida for the next couple of weeks so I’m bachin’ it.”

She laughed. “Footloose and fancy free, huh?”

“Yup.” Another moaning stretch. “So if you’re not calling for me to pinch-hit with Janie, I’ll ask again, what’s up?”

Deana chewed her bottom lip, suddenly somber. “Grif told me Dexter Sorbian would be on the call tonight.”

A pause enveloped the car interior. “Dexter Sorbian?” Vance repeated. “As in CEO of Global Tech? That Dexter Sorbian? The account Grif has lusted after for more than the better part of the past year?”

“One and the same.”

Vance whistled low. “Holy shit, sweetness. Nothing like upping the ante. The boss man himself is gonna be on this call? This Skype call?” He chuckled. “Christ.”

“Exactly. Am I a total coward for not going through with this tonight?”

“What’d your hubby say?”

“After he dropped the bomb about Sorbian being on the call, nothing. So am I a worthless chicken shit?”

“You could never be worthless, sweetness. As to your dilemma…” Vance blew out a sigh. “No you’re not a chicken shit. What’d you tell Grif?”

“That it was okay. I said I’d call Laura and maybe go out for a drink after dropping off Janie.”

“Did and are you?”

“No and no. A part of me wants to say to hell with it all, go back home and do exactly as I first intended.”

“So why don’t you?”

“Because I can’t. You just said so.”

“No. I said I understood if you bailed. But if you’re thinking about doing it, then do it.”

“You really think this is a good idea?”

“Let me answer that question with one of my own. When’s the next time your husband’ll be on a Skype call and your daughter won’t be home?”

“Fuck, Vance. All I wanted was a little support without any guilt. Was that too much to ask?”

In spite of her protest, her internal muscles clenched harder at the thought of her husband’s cock, hot and thick against her tongue. But this call could make or break Grif’s advertising firm. She couldn’t risk it, could she?

“Sorry, sweetness,” Vance continued. “You know the rules. Friends don’t lie to each other. And you and that horn-dog husband of yours are my best friends. If I can’t make your lives miserable, who can? ‘Sides, did you really call so I’d talk you out of this?”

She slowed onto the exit ramp. “You know me too well. I sometimes wished we weren’t friends at all.”

He chuckled. “Oh, ouch. I’m bleeding here.”

She turned right. “You know Aaron’s supposed to be your best friend. Why aren’t you in Florida making his life miserable?”

“Aaron’s more of a boy-toy and not so much a friend.”

Shock stiffened her spine at Vance’s cavalier dismissal of his lover. “But you’ve been seeing each other for almost two years now. I kinda figured things were getting serious.”

“Fourteen months. And Aaron isn’t the serious type—which is fine with me,” he added almost as an afterthought. “So back to you. Whatcha gonna do about your date night?”

Turning onto her street, she grinned. “What’d you think?”


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