Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology by Les Joseph, Kit Neuhaus, Evelyn R. Baldwin, L.J. Anderson, K.I. Lynn Read Free Book Online

as he fucked her mouth relentlessly.
    “Alex,” she choked. “I’m . . . we . . .”
    He covered his lips with a single finger and shook his head while stroking himself with the other. He didn’t want her words or explanations. He wanted her to watch him fuck his hand, knowing it turned him on to see the plumber screwed her like a whore. He wanted her to know that he wanted her to feel everything, to enjoy it, and most of all, he wanted her to know he loved her and he wanted that for her.
    She seemed to understand, and her eyes widened. Curling her lips into a salacious grin, she dampened her index finger with her tongue and swirled it around her swollen nipple. He groaned, his cock so hard it was painful. That was his girl . . . that was the little sex kitten he’d married.
    “Come,” he mouthed to her.
    She threw her head back and grabbed handfuls of the plumber’s hair, shoving him between her legs and ordering him to eat her.
    She writhed and squirmed as the guy went down on her, and the sound of her wet flesh and his eager lips was too fucking much. He knew that sweet taste. He knew how her pussy tasted like a fresh-plucked tangerine—sweet and tangy with a hint of musk. He’d feasted on her the same way so many times, but not recently, and that pissed him off. She deserved better, and he intended to fix that.
    She also seemed to be as turned on by him watching as he’d been when he’d walked into the room. It was a new dynamic for them, and he felt the winds of change rushing through his ears. He found that he wanted to see this again—her with someone else. He liked watching her from across the room, and he liked seeing another man enjoy what was his. No matter what liberties the jerk-off was taking with his wife, she was still his wife. That wasn’t going to change. Ever.
    Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and his body tensed as stream after stream of come hit the floor. His breathing was ragged and rushed, but his eyes remained on his wife.
    She looked like a rag doll, laying against the counter with her head lolled to the side. She was exhausted, and she looked like she’d been through a war. It was that moment of pure rapture that he’d missed. He wanted to wrap it up and carry it around with him. He loved her that much.
    He slipped himself back into his trousers and stepped into the bathroom in the hall. He took a piss, washed his hands, and took a long look at himself in the mirror. Surprisingly, he could do nothing but smile.
    It definitely wasn’t the afternoon he’d expected, but it sure beat coming home to argue with his wife over a credit card charge he’d discovered while paying bills earlier.
    He wanted to give them a few minutes to get their shit together. He didn’t want it to get awkward, and it definitely would’ve if he’d stayed in there. What did you say to the other man? What did you say to your wife? He found himself puzzled, and the uncertainty was tarnishing what they’d experienced.
    He heard hushed whispers from behind the door and realized the plumber was leaving. He had an idea, so he rushed out to have a talk with the guy, man to man, before he walked out the door.
    When Alex opened the door, they both looked surprised. The fear in Selena’s eyes stabbed at his heart. He squeezed her shoulder gently and pushed forward, holding his hand out for Tyson to shake.
    “Can I have a word with you?” he asked.
    He watched the guy’s Adam’s apple bob as he nodded, and they both stepped out onto the porch.
    “You wouldn’t happen to have a business card, would you?”
    Tyson looked shocked, and then nodded. “Look, man . . .”
    Alex held up a hand, stopping him. “Listen, I have this office in the garage, and I’ve been thinking about putting in a bathroom, a small kitchen. Interested?”
    Tyson was in shock. This guy couldn’t be serious.
    “Um, sure. That’d be fine.”
    “Good,” Alex said with a sure smile. “I expect you to get started on that next