I have a new book out, which is the sequel to Susanna’s Affairs. It’s just as fun, filthy, and retro. It takes place down at the beach in a small boardwalk town, where Nicholas and Susanna get into a friendly competition over who can have the most (and best) liaisons. As always, things get a bit out of hand for the swinging couple as they struggle to communicate and connect throughout the extra-curricular activities.
And here’s a bit from the book:
“Look, maybe we can start over?I know we’ve both had stressful weeks–months if we’re honest–and we each decompress in different ways. I love you Susanna, and I don’t like being this way. We’re here, and the house is lovely, the ocean is beautiful, and I have the most incredible wife in the world. Can we start over and let everything be alright?”
“I suppose,” Susanna said looking over at her husband with a sly grin. “Under one condition.”
“And what’s that?” Nicholas said, bracing for more complications.
“Only if you open another bottle of wine and tell me the truth about your visit to the beach.”
“It’s a deal,” he said with relief. “But only if you promise to tell me about your walk. We’re too close to keeping secrets again. And besides, you know how I love your stories.”
“Just remember it’s not a competition,” she said, standing up and embracing him. He hugged her back, and they pecked each other on the lips before he vanished into the house to fetch a new bottle of wine. Susanna sat back down again and let her hand fall between her legs. Luckily she had not gotten excited enough for it to show through her thin dress, but her heart was still beating quickly and she felt more alive than only an hour before. And if Nicholas was going to make an effort, then she supposed she could as well. After all, what was the point of being on vacation if not to let go?
“Well then,” he said, sitting back down with an open bottle of Pinot Noir. “Which one of us should go first? Should we toss a coin for it?”
“No, I’ll go because I was the one being a brat about it, and you know me better than I do myself. I’m sorry about all of it. I suppose I didn’t realize how much pressure I’ve been under. All that I’ve been able to think about these past weeks has been arriving here, and now that I’m here I’m just looking for something to make it feel real.”
“And did you find that on the boardwalk?” Nicholas asked with a grin. He moved his chair closer to hers, and reached out and took her hand. His smile was familiar and welcoming. With just one look Susanna knew she could tell him anything in the world and he would love her all the more for it.
“It was a start,” she said leaning in closer. “Mostly it was full of teenagers in skimpy swimwear and old timers out for their constitutionals.”
“Well, a rather handsome man did seem to find me somewhat quickly as soon as I sat down. He owns one of the restaurants in town, although come to think of it, I never did get its name. Anyway, he offered to take me for a short walk, and I have to say I did underestimate him at first. Once I told him I was married, I thought he might back off, at least to a respectable distance, but instead, it seemed to fuel him all the more.”
“I can hardly imagine. And where, pray tell, did he take you?” Nicholas did love hearing her stories, and while it was true that they had not had sex in more than two weeks, they always found themselves more amorous after discovering someone new. While he felt some jealousy, it also stirred in him a sudden and nearly uncontrollable desire for his wife.
“Would you believe he has a small cottage just a block from the beach?”
“Well, that does sound like he was direct!”
“It wasn’t all that, to be honest. We sat on his porch for a few moments, and I suppose I let him kiss me.”
“Just a kiss, my dear?” Nicholas asked.
“Well, since I was so stubborn and refused to admit that you might be correct, not all that much was on the table. Why is it you know me so well?”
“You can’t stop there!” Her husband exclaimed. Susanna had a tendency to toy with him and he found that his imagination was often far more extravagant than the troubles she usually got into.
“We kissed on his porch as I said, and he did manage to get a hand under my dress.”
Susanna got up and slid over to her husband’s lap before continuing her story.
“He was quite talented with his fingers,” she whispered as she touched his cheek. “He parted my thighs and kissed me right there on his porch where anyone could see us, and I nearly came. In less than a minute he had pulled himself from his trousers and placed my hand on his erection. It was difficult to focus, but I managed to toy with him through our kisses and his finger work.”
“There’s my girl,” Nicholas said, sliding his hand beneath her dress, up her thigh, and then against her warm sex. She wore nothing under the thin cotton and he parted her lips with a practiced familiarity.
“All the while he kept whispering in my ear about how he wanted me. He told me he would take me right there by the street, and he would make me scream until the neighbors complained. He said he wanted to fuck me a hundred times, and when I dropped to my knees, I suspect both of us were close to finishing.”
“And did he?” Nicholas asked, touching her with more and more force and attention. “Did you let him fuck you right there? Did you let him have his way with you?”