Synopsis

Michael and Sarah, a normal married couple. Or are they? What happens when you fantasize? When fantasy and reality cross?

This couple finds out that pleasing each other with different scenarios might not be what they are really yearning for, and when Michael puts pen to paper he gets more than he bargained for when Sarah finds his hidden manuscript...

EXCERPT

Reality or Fantasy



Michael and Sarah, a normal married couple. Or are they? What happens when you
fantasize? When fantasy and reality cross? 



This couple finds out that pleasing each other with different scenarios might
not be what they are really yearning for, and when Michael puts pen to paper he
gets more than he bargained for when Sarah finds his hidden manuscript...



Excerpt



'Remember me, big boy?' she purred.



She was wearing a blond wig, so long and curly it cascaded down to her horny
arse. She flashed her dark black eyelashes at me, red lips pouting as her hot
breath fanned my neck.



'Yeah, Sarah, right?'



'Wrong! Never call me that again. I'm not your wife,' she said, slapping my
arm. 'It's Mary and you know it.'



Oh, okay, I thought. I'd play along with her.



'So, Mary, how did you find out where I live?' I asked, my hands roaming over
her body, which was clad in a slinky teddy, stockings and stilettos.



'Wasn't hard to find, just like your cock,' she said.



'Hey, not so hard.' I slapped her hand away but she tugged at my belt, undoing
my zipper and dropped to the floor. She yanked my trousers down and my cock
sprung out-- straight into her mouth. She sucked greedily, slathering saliva
over it before rising.



'I have a surprise for you,' she said, grabbing me by the knob and leading me
into the kitchen.



The kitchen table was clear of food. She leaned over it, wiggling her arse at
me. I'd always wanted to fuck in the kitchen, but she was always busy, or
worrying about the neighbors seeing or the children catching us. I like this
Mary, I thought as I dropped my pants and pulled her teddy away from her,
exposing her pussy.



Leaning down I tongued her, lapping up at her juices; she was horny and
ready.



'Come on big boy,' she purred, 'don't want your wife coming home and catching
us; do you?'



It really was so much fun. 



'Not at all,' I said, sinking my cock into her hot cunt.



Man, it felt so good. Looking down at her spread out on the table, it was easy
to believe she was another woman. The blond hair, the sexy teddy, her arse,
plump and inviting, beckoning me to spank it, something else she wasn't into--
but maybe Mary was.



So I thought, why not? We were role playing. If she liked it we could do it
again. Spanking would add an extra feature, and right now I was hoping that Mary
would be happy to oblige me.



I slapped at one cheek. She stiffened, then relaxed, realizing this was what I
wanted to do. And as Mary she was very happy to participate. Another few smacks
and her arse was red, raised welts livid on her white bottom. She squirmed
beneath me and I pulled out, pulling her up to stand. 



I must admit I was surprised but also quite thrilled once he began. Spanking
was not something I thought I'd enjoy.



'So, you little slut,' I said, 'what else do you have planned for me?'



'Why don't you take off those clothes and I'll show you?'



Stripping off naked in the kitchen was liberating. Usually we were conservative
but now, with Mary acting so aggressive, I was eager to see her naked. I didn't
have long to wait.