Housewife Chronicles Volume 1 : Reignited (Erotic romance) by Jayda Marx Page B

well
just go on with it.  “So…about that. Is there anything you don’t want to do? I
mean, how far is too far? I just really don’t want to freak you out with
anything, I...” He stopped me with a single finger to my lips, still smiling
with his eyes boring into me.
    “Do whatever you want to me. I’m up
for anything. If we decide we don’t like it, that’s fine. We can always stop.
But I want you to get everything you want. If you want dirty, then that’s what
you’ll get.” I smiled back at him, feeling relieved and intrigued. His hands
found mine and he just stood there for a moment, looking at me. First into my
eyes, then drifting slowly down my body.
    I’m not a spectacle as he is. At
least, I don’t see myself that way, especially after having the kids.
Everything seemed to…spread out a bit. Even before the kids, though, I never
was a tiny, delicate thing. Although I take care of myself; eating right,
exercising and what not, I am what you’d consider plus size – size 18 to be
exact. I do have an hourglass figure, there’s just a bit more sand than I’d
prefer.  My hair is a dark blonde, though I keep it highlighted. My eyes, my
favorite part of my body, are a deep marbled blue.  I have fair, porcelain skin
with freckles scattered here and there over my cheeks, nose and shoulders.
Nothing special as far as I’m concerned. Tyler, however, has always seen
something special in me. He tells me I’m beautiful, and I can tell that he means
it. His eyes never wander, always happy with what he sees in me. I wish I could
see in myself what he does. But I am thrilled that he loves me, every inch of
me, and likes my body exactly as it is.
    The sight of him looking my body up
and down, combined with the conversation we had just shared, excited me. It had
ignited something deep within me. I was free, then, to lose all abandon and do
with him as I wished. I didn’t have to worry about holding back, about it being
too much for him. I wanted to show him exactly what I could do for him, to him.
And I wanted to show him then and there. I knew, though, that the kids were
just in the other room and that it’d have to wait. Only a few more hours. I
managed to contain myself, and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Until tonight,
then.” As I was walking out of the room, I felt a quick, heavy slap on my ass.
I turned to look at him wide eyed, and he was simply smirking at me. Oh yes,
this was going to be good. And he was not going to make the wait easy.
    The next few hours seemed to drag
on forever. Not only was the excitement building inside me, but so were the
fears. What exactly was I going to do? Lately I had picked up a habit of
reading dirty little romance novels. I marveled at the things in those books. I
used them almost like study guides; reading, researching, and coming up with
naughty fantasies I wanted to act out.  But I didn’t know if I would ever
actually bring myself to try them, and definitely never came up with a solid
plan. I’m a planner. Always have been, and probably always will be. I like to
plot scenarios out in my head before anything actually happens, but this was
proving difficult for me. I had never done anything like this before. I didn’t
want to look silly or be embarrassed or do something wrong. I finally just told
myself to push everything out of my mind, not to worry so much and to just take
it moment by moment. This was a new experience for both of us. If I wanted to
make this change in my life, I was going to have to change with it. I was going
to have to be bold. Wanton. Risqué. And I liked the sound of that.

 
     
    Nightfall finally came. Even as we
were following our usual routine of getting our children to bed, there was a
spark of intensity in the air. We would accidentally brush against each other
in the hall, and just that little bit of contact sent a shock through me. It
electrified every nerve, every fiber of my being. I couldn’t remember the last
time I had