The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page A
Authors: Abby Weeks
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Kyle, and he was willing to offer her the financial security she hadn’t ever been able to achieve on her own. In the six years they’d been together a certain bond of affection and loyalty had grown between them. While the sex might not have been as fantastic as she’d experienced in her younger days, while her life might not have been quite so thrilling, there was a certain friendship that kept them together and made their relationship work.
*
“D O WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME ,” Veronica said softly.
She could hear Hank behind her, she could feel his hesitation. She knew this was a big leap for him, he’d never tried anything like this in his life. He was a conservative, moderate, financially stable man who owned his own house, three cars, a cottage in Aspen where he liked to ski, and had never ever dreamed of having anal sex with his wife.
Please take me , she thought to herself as she waited. She took a breath and then she felt it, the smooth, deliciously cold touch of Hank’s hand on her ass. He was rubbing the lotion into the crack of her ass with his finger. It was cool and soothing. It felt strangely erotic to feel Hank’s finger sliding along the narrow valley between her butt cheeks. When his finger passed over her anus she gasped. She hadn’t been in a position like this since her days in Europe. She arched her back and pushed out her butt and prayed that Hank had what it took to go through with it.
With both hands he began massaging her buttocks with the lotion. She didn’t know if he was stalling or getting excited. She kept her eyes straight ahead as he manfully handled her butt, rubbing the lotion into her skin, covering every crevice with slippery lubricant. She didn’t want to look back at him in case the look on his face spoiled the illusion. As she squirmed her butt left and right she imagined that Hank was hungrily looking at her ass, desiring her as much as Alejandro had all those years before.
Hank’s finger began to press against her anus and she couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening ? After six years of marriage, was Hank really giving her what she wanted? Was he finally taking charge of her body like a cowboy controlling a horse? She looked over her shoulder at him. His face was expressionless.
“Does that hurt?” he said.
She shook her head.
His finger pressed slowly into her anus. She held her breath as the sensation ran through her body. It brought back memories of the Mediterranean coast, the wine, the smell of olive oil, and most of all, Alejandro. She pictured his manly, tanned chest. Rich, dark curls of hair had covered it like a lightly forested Spanish mountainside. His lips were the most delicious things she’d ever kissed.
Hank’s finger pressed all the way into her anus and then began to slide back out. Veronica could feel the excitement building up inside her. His finger slid in and out like a slow piston in a machine.
“How’s that?” Hank said.
“Good,” she said. She wished he would stop asking her questions. She wanted him to take command of her. She wanted him to dominate her, just like Alejandro had. It ruined the illusion when he timidly asked her if he was doing it right.
Hank poured more lotion over her ass and the coolness of it against her skin made her tingle. She closed her eyes tight and tried to get her mind in the right place. She was too distracted. She tried to focus on things that aroused her about Hank. He had nice, large hands. She liked it when he held her close to him and made her feel safe. He played golf. It wasn’t working . No matter how hard she focused, even while he was fingering her ass, she found it difficult to think of him in a sexual way.
“Should I put in two fingers?” Hank said.
She wanted to tell him to just do what he thought he should do. She wanted to tell him to stop asking her everything but she knew that would only hurt his feelings.
“I think so, honey,” she said.
She kept her eyes shut as
*
“D O WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME ,” Veronica said softly.
She could hear Hank behind her, she could feel his hesitation. She knew this was a big leap for him, he’d never tried anything like this in his life. He was a conservative, moderate, financially stable man who owned his own house, three cars, a cottage in Aspen where he liked to ski, and had never ever dreamed of having anal sex with his wife.
Please take me , she thought to herself as she waited. She took a breath and then she felt it, the smooth, deliciously cold touch of Hank’s hand on her ass. He was rubbing the lotion into the crack of her ass with his finger. It was cool and soothing. It felt strangely erotic to feel Hank’s finger sliding along the narrow valley between her butt cheeks. When his finger passed over her anus she gasped. She hadn’t been in a position like this since her days in Europe. She arched her back and pushed out her butt and prayed that Hank had what it took to go through with it.
With both hands he began massaging her buttocks with the lotion. She didn’t know if he was stalling or getting excited. She kept her eyes straight ahead as he manfully handled her butt, rubbing the lotion into her skin, covering every crevice with slippery lubricant. She didn’t want to look back at him in case the look on his face spoiled the illusion. As she squirmed her butt left and right she imagined that Hank was hungrily looking at her ass, desiring her as much as Alejandro had all those years before.
Hank’s finger began to press against her anus and she couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening ? After six years of marriage, was Hank really giving her what she wanted? Was he finally taking charge of her body like a cowboy controlling a horse? She looked over her shoulder at him. His face was expressionless.
“Does that hurt?” he said.
She shook her head.
His finger pressed slowly into her anus. She held her breath as the sensation ran through her body. It brought back memories of the Mediterranean coast, the wine, the smell of olive oil, and most of all, Alejandro. She pictured his manly, tanned chest. Rich, dark curls of hair had covered it like a lightly forested Spanish mountainside. His lips were the most delicious things she’d ever kissed.
Hank’s finger pressed all the way into her anus and then began to slide back out. Veronica could feel the excitement building up inside her. His finger slid in and out like a slow piston in a machine.
“How’s that?” Hank said.
“Good,” she said. She wished he would stop asking her questions. She wanted him to take command of her. She wanted him to dominate her, just like Alejandro had. It ruined the illusion when he timidly asked her if he was doing it right.
Hank poured more lotion over her ass and the coolness of it against her skin made her tingle. She closed her eyes tight and tried to get her mind in the right place. She was too distracted. She tried to focus on things that aroused her about Hank. He had nice, large hands. She liked it when he held her close to him and made her feel safe. He played golf. It wasn’t working . No matter how hard she focused, even while he was fingering her ass, she found it difficult to think of him in a sexual way.
“Should I put in two fingers?” Hank said.
She wanted to tell him to just do what he thought he should do. She wanted to tell him to stop asking her everything but she knew that would only hurt his feelings.
“I think so, honey,” she said.
She kept her eyes shut as
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