Erotica! Their hands on me, in me...: My husband, his best friend, and a massage gone wickedly taboo (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

*** For Adults 18+ Only, FREE for Kindle Unlimited and Kindle Prime Members *** Against her better judgment, Linda decides to help out her best friend, Justin, when he says he needs practice for his upcoming massage certification exam. She finds herself nearly nude, on a table, warm soothing sensual oil dribbled on her body, his hands working up and down, caressing, touching, enflaming long-dormant passion. Then his hands brush a little too close…and next thing Linda knows, she and Justin are kissing, their hands doing more than offering one another a massage. Then Chris walks in. Chris is Linda's husband, Justin’s long-time friend. Linda is horrified that they’ve been discovered, anguished over what she’s done, and then Chris gives her the shock of her life. He wants them to continue, wants Justin to take her hard and rough while Chris watches. It soon becomes apparent Chris intends to do more than simply be a spectator in this stunningly sensual, steamy, taboo story of a hot, hard threesome… Want a peek inside? He kissed lower, down to her hips, his hands sliding down her body now, under her… Linda groaned long and loud, arching her back, lifting her hips upward, wanting, craving his touch. She shivered when she felt him kissing down her stomach, taking the waistband of her panties between his teeth. He pulled, slowly, taking them down, pausing as the hot sensation of his breath on her rippled through her body, then he went the rest of the way, pulling her panties to her ankles with his mouth, while his hands caressed her thighs. Then he came back up, hands under her, caressing… And then they heard the door open. "What was that?" Linda cried, her blood running cold. Justin pulled his head up, looking toward the door – though he kept his hands under her, caressing. Linda looked back, over the edge of the bed and saw him standing there – Chris. She wiggled, trying to get away from Justin, trying to turn onto her stomach, cover her body somehow, wishing she could disappear, just fade right into the bed. "Chris," Justin said, his voice even, steady. "Honey, it's not…" Linda finally freed herself from Justin, rolled over onto her stomach, then pulled her legs up under her. She sat, one arm covering her chest, the other between her legs. She wanted to say it's not what it looked like, explain she was just helping Justin practice for his massage test. Instead, her words died in her throat. It was exactly what it looked like, and she had gone far beyond helping Justin. She knew there was no way around it, no way to explain it all away. "Don't stop on my account," Chris said. "Honey, I'm…" It dawned on her how preposterous it was for her to use that word, "honey," with her husband, just seconds after he caught her with their best friend. She wanted to say she was sorry, and she was. Linda felt deep, painful sorrow, at doing something to hurt her husband, at getting caught, at letting herself be taken in by Justin's touch. Though truth be told, she knew she wasn’t sorry for actually having felt the sensations he sent through her body, at the arousal she felt. "You're what?" Chris asked. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Suddenly Chris ran across the room, pushed her down to the bed, hovering over her. "Hey man, careful," Justin said. She wanted to tell Justin to be quiet, to go away, not to make things worse. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. "I'm serious," he said. Chris had climbed onto the bed now, straddling her. "Don't stop on my account." He leaned down, kissed her hard and deep… The rest is just a click away…