Surprise date night. Not the words Dean wants to hear. He can't disappoint his wife, however, so he finds himself in what appears to be a spa. This sort of evening is not his idea of a good time, and his pounding erection for the sexy masseuse who greets him doesn't help. Confused about how his wife fits into the scenario, his arousal skyrockets when a monitor flicks to life and he realizes this is no ordinary spa.
Janie plans to shake up their marriage in a different, more tantalizing way, one that fulfills a fantasy and challenges his control on an explosive level. Turns out, relaxation is the last thing on the women's minds.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Shaken Up by Anya Richards
The room felt warm. Despite only having on the toweling robe, sweat gathered on Dean's brow and across his chest. Sitting on the chair, he pulled off his socks and reached over to tuck them into his shoes. His gaze snagged on his pants, hanging by the waist from a hook, his wallet causing a noticeable bulge in the back pocket. It wouldn't be smart to leave it there. Better to slip it into the pocket of his robe.
Placing his hands on the arm of the chair, he was about to lever himself up when a slight whirring, coming from the cabinet across from the chair, caught his attention. As he stared, a panel slid aside to reveal a television.
"What the fuck?"
The screen lightened and buzzed with static for a moment before flickering to life, revealing Janie's face.
But this was a Janie he hadn't seen in a while--wearing makeup, her blonde hair done and curling around her face in almost surreal contrast to the fluffy, homey-looking robe she wore. She smiled, but it looked strained, as if she was worried what his reaction to her little escapade would be.
You should be worried.
"Hey, honey," she said softly and then paused, biting her lower lip the way she always did when she was nervous. "Thanks for coming."
"You didn't give me much choice," he muttered, but realized she couldn't hear him when she went on speaking.
"I won't bore you with a lot of sentimental nonsense, because I know how you hate that kind of thing." Her smile grew more natural for a moment, and Dean found himself smiling back against his will. "But I do think you need to understand why we're here."
When Janie started yakking she was apt to go on for a while, so Dean leaned back in the chair and stretched his legs out in front of him, making himself comfortable. He even relaxed enough to chuckle softly. With any luck she'd get on a roll and eat up a good portion of spa time while she was at it.
"We've been together for over ten years now and, of course, things have changed. Especially since we had the kids." She bit her lip again, but her voice sounded somehow stronger as she continued. "I love our life, love you for making it possible, but lately I've realized there was something missing."
To Dean's surprise, a wave of pink climbed from the vee of her robe, washed up her neck and tinged her cheeks. "We used to have such sexy times together, but I guess I figured that was all over now we're parents. But I miss being that wild woman who let you make love to me in the park one afternoon, knowing at any moment someone might come along and catch us. And I miss the way we used to dare each other to fulfill whatever crazy fantasy came into our heads. We've gotten so staid, boring." She shook her head. "It's time to shake things up. Get the juices flowing a little."
As her words percolated into his head, Dean sat forward, stared hard at his wife's image on the screen, wondering where she was going with all this. Yeah, he missed all that too, sometimes couldn't resist bringing it up in conversation, hoping it would stir her up as much as it got him going. They'd done some crazy shit back in the day. Like breaking into a church tower one night in Montreal and fucking each other silly, the lights of the city spread out beneath them. They'd been up so high it felt as if he were flying, nothing but her soft, strong body keeping him tethered to the earth. Just remembering giving it to her from behind, her pussy hot and wet and squeezing his cock, her screeching wail as she came, instantly took him to full, almost painful erection.
But he never realized she felt the same way, thought about those times with fondness and a hint of sadness too.
"I remembered one of the things you used to whisper to me when we were fucking. One of those fantasies I never agreed to fulfill for you." Janie's voice wobbled slightly and the color in her cheeks heightened to a rosy glow on her pale, freckled skin. She lifted her chin, lips firming slightly before she continued. "I didn't have the confidence or desire to do it then, but I do now." Her gaze flickered to one side for an instant, as though she were looking beyond the camera, before seeming to settle on him again. "I hope you still want this, honey, and enjoy it as much as I intend to."
She got up and stepped back from the camera, which zoomed out to follow her, revealing the rest of the room. Before Dean could even absorb the implication of the low bed behind Janie, another figure entered the frame, walking to stand beside his wife. His heart, which was already pounding, went into overdrive.
"I think you guys are acquainted, aren't you?" Janie grinned and in that smile was all the devilish, arousing wildness Dean had been missing for so long. "We're going to get to know her a lot better."