Enjoy this excerpt of "Up for a Dare?" from the upcoming Summer Heat Collection, Wild Passions.
Up for a Dare?
Alaya looked over her shoulder at her husband. "John…"
“Hmm?” John was too preoccupied with what was on his computer screen to bother looking in her direction.
“This article. It's interesting."
“Mmm-hmm,” John muttered, still focused on the monitor in front of him.
“You got a minute?” she asked.
John reluctantly pulled his eyes from the screen and swiveled his chair around to look at his wife seated at her own desk.
Alaya pointed at the article she'd pulled up on the monitor. “It says that most couples who are married or in long-term partnerships these days are completely bored with their sex lives.”
Alaya looked over at his face, unable to get a read on exactly how he felt about it. His expression remained blank. She continued, “It says the average number of times that many couples have sex ranges from two to four times a month.”
John lifted a brow and gave a barely perceptible nod of his head.
But Alaya noted it and asked, "What does that mean?”
He shrugged. “What does what mean? I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, but you nodded and looked like you agreed with it.”
John shrugged a shoulder but said nothing else to confirm or deny her assumption, leading Alaya to conclude that his silence was confirmation.
“So you do agree. Our sex life’s boring to you.”
John held up his hands defensively. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Alaya leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Alright, give me your words then, so I’m not putting any in your mouth. Do you think our sex life is boring?”
“I mean...it’s more than two to four times a month, but…”
He paused.
“But…?” Alaya prompted, encouraging him to finish.
“But, whenever we do anything, it’s usually the same. The same positions, same place...just the same, you know.”
Now it was Alaya’s time to nod, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she allowed the defensive wall she’d begun to erect to fall. She couldn’t deny the truth of what he was saying.
‘So...we’re a statistic too, then, huh?” But her statement was more rhetorical than a true question.
“I guess so,” he said, peeking over his shoulder back at his computer screen..
He turned back to Alaya when he heard her ask, “So what should we do about it?”
"What do you think?" he asked, volleying the question back to her.
"I think I don't like being a statistic," Alaya said, leaning an elbow against her desk and rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"So…?" John asked.
"So, I wanna do something to change it. "
Excitement lit John's eyes. "Yeah? Like?"
Alaya's turned her own eyes upward as she contemplated. "Like…," and after just a few moments of brainstorming, she snapped her fingers. "A dare. You up for a dare?"
John cocked his head to the side, now fully intrigued. "What's a dare have to do with anything?"
Mischief danced in Alaya’s eyes. "How about we play a game like truth or dare, but without the truth part?"
John squinted his eyes, still confused. "Okaaay…" he drawled out.
Alaya further clarified her proposed game. "Alright. I think we can make this fun, babe. How about we each come up with a fantasy we've had or the wildest sex act we'd never think the other person would do and dare them to try it?"
A slow smile brightened John's face as he finally understood her idea. "Okay. But what happens if one of us can't go through with it?"
"Then that person loses."
"And what does the winner get?"
"Winning is the prize," Alaya said.
"I think we gotta come up with something else for the winner."
Alaya tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Alright, how about we let the winner pick her prize."
“You mean his prize?”
Alaya laughed and shook her head. “No,” she said playfully. “I said it right the first time.”
"Okay,” John said. “We’ll see about that. When do we start?"
Alaya gave a slow smile and winked. "Whenever we want. Let's make it a surprise."
***
John paced the floor outside of the dressing room as he carried three of Alaya's full shopping bags in his hand.
They'd spent the entire day at the mall with John at Alaya's side as she hopped from store to store. Usually he left her to go on her own shopping trips alone. But she'd been relentless that morning and had insisted that he come with her.
Waiting for his wife as she tried on what seemed like an endless supply of clothing wasn't his thing at all. This is the last time I'm doing this, he thought, as he made another lap from one side of the dressing room entrance to another.
Just as he was preparing to ask Alaya how much longer she'd planned to be, he heard her call out. “John?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come back here and help me with this dress? I need your opinion babe."
Curious, John cocked his head and made his way to the last room where Alaya waved her hand over the top of the stall. "I'm here, in this one."
He glanced around nervously, half-expecting to find other women waiting to scold him for crossing into the feminine space.
But luckily that didn't happen. From the looks of it, it seemed they were the only two back there. Nevertheless, John lowered his voice to a whisper when he reached her dressing room stall and called out her name.
"Come on in babe. I want you to tell me what you think of the dress I picked up."
"Why couldn't you come outside to show me?" John pushed the door open to find Alaya facing the mirror, her back to him. His eyes fell onto the snug fit of the burgundy colored dress she wore. She looked over her shoulder at him smiling at the appreciative look he gave as his eyes took in her shapely figure.
He forced his eyes up to meet her twinkling ones when she asked, "You like it?"
"I do," he said, dropping her bags onto the floor and moving behind her. He held her waist between his hands and pulled her into him. John leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You look good, baby."
Alaya released a short laugh. "Think I should buy this one?"
"Oh yeah,"he said, meeting the gaze of her reflection in the mirror.
"I wanted you to tell me how it looks this way too," Alaya said, lifting the dress and pulling down her panties in one swift move. She leaned forward against the mirror and arched her back as she turned back to see the excited gleam in his eyes. "Tell me baby, do you like it like this?"
John let out a clipped breath and admired the swell of her rounded ass and bared sex. "Umm-hmm."
"You should come show me how much."
John's head whipped around toward the door then back to Alaya. "Here?"
She nodded. "I dare you."
John grinned with the realization that they were really about to get their game of dare or dare started.
He hurried out of his pants and dropped them to the floor. When he returned, pulling her waist back so that her backside met his erection, Alaya said, "You've gotta keep it down though, baby. We are in a public place," she said teasingly.
He laughed. "I'm not going to say a thing."
Alaya's reflection grinned back at him in the mirror and he watched her eyes close as he entered her. The sight of her silent appreciation as she received him drove him wild, and he couldn't help wanting to push himself deeper into her.
Alaya eagerly accepted all of him into her and he grabbed onto the alluring curve of her hips using them to help guide her toward his stiffness.
John squinted his eyes and a pleased smile spread across his lips when Alaya purred out her pleasure and drew in her lower lip between her teeth as his movements rocked her body.
Remaining quiet, however, became a challenge as the sexy image of his wife enjoying him in the narrow mirror before them only made him want to drive himself deeper and faster into her warm, wet core.
And when Alaya's hand reached back to grasp his hip and pull him toward her, he knew she wanted the same. Never one to make his wife wait, John complied and pushed into her. Alaya squealed with the sudden force and lifted a hand against the wall to brace herself.
Equally aroused by Alaya’s image in the glass and the actual flesh and blood woman that he held firmly between his hands, John leaned down to place an appreciative kiss on her raised arm. But his tender kiss soon turned into licks, hungry passionate licks, that moved from her arm to the back of her neck and down her spine as he continued his persistent stroking.
The effort to remain silent in the public dressing stall was lost as John’s licking elicited a low moan from Alaya’s throat that anyone within a few inches of them would be sure to hear.
But as risky as the situation proved to be, John didn’t care anymore. Though this was out of character for the straightlaced, do-everything-by-the-book man that John was, there was something about the excitement and thrill of the moment that made him throw caution to the wind.
Alaya need not worry anymore, he thought. After this experience, they’d never be a statistic again.
“Hmm?” John was too preoccupied with what was on his computer screen to bother looking in her direction.
“This article. It's interesting."
“Mmm-hmm,” John muttered, still focused on the monitor in front of him.
“You got a minute?” she asked.
John reluctantly pulled his eyes from the screen and swiveled his chair around to look at his wife seated at her own desk.
Alaya pointed at the article she'd pulled up on the monitor. “It says that most couples who are married or in long-term partnerships these days are completely bored with their sex lives.”
Alaya looked over at his face, unable to get a read on exactly how he felt about it. His expression remained blank. She continued, “It says the average number of times that many couples have sex ranges from two to four times a month.”
John lifted a brow and gave a barely perceptible nod of his head.
But Alaya noted it and asked, "What does that mean?”
He shrugged. “What does what mean? I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, but you nodded and looked like you agreed with it.”
John shrugged a shoulder but said nothing else to confirm or deny her assumption, leading Alaya to conclude that his silence was confirmation.
“So you do agree. Our sex life’s boring to you.”
John held up his hands defensively. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Alaya leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Alright, give me your words then, so I’m not putting any in your mouth. Do you think our sex life is boring?”
“I mean...it’s more than two to four times a month, but…”
He paused.
“But…?” Alaya prompted, encouraging him to finish.
“But, whenever we do anything, it’s usually the same. The same positions, same place...just the same, you know.”
Now it was Alaya’s time to nod, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she allowed the defensive wall she’d begun to erect to fall. She couldn’t deny the truth of what he was saying.
‘So...we’re a statistic too, then, huh?” But her statement was more rhetorical than a true question.
“I guess so,” he said, peeking over his shoulder back at his computer screen..
He turned back to Alaya when he heard her ask, “So what should we do about it?”
"What do you think?" he asked, volleying the question back to her.
"I think I don't like being a statistic," Alaya said, leaning an elbow against her desk and rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"So…?" John asked.
"So, I wanna do something to change it. "
Excitement lit John's eyes. "Yeah? Like?"
Alaya's turned her own eyes upward as she contemplated. "Like…," and after just a few moments of brainstorming, she snapped her fingers. "A dare. You up for a dare?"
John cocked his head to the side, now fully intrigued. "What's a dare have to do with anything?"
Mischief danced in Alaya’s eyes. "How about we play a game like truth or dare, but without the truth part?"
John squinted his eyes, still confused. "Okaaay…" he drawled out.
Alaya further clarified her proposed game. "Alright. I think we can make this fun, babe. How about we each come up with a fantasy we've had or the wildest sex act we'd never think the other person would do and dare them to try it?"
A slow smile brightened John's face as he finally understood her idea. "Okay. But what happens if one of us can't go through with it?"
"Then that person loses."
"And what does the winner get?"
"Winning is the prize," Alaya said.
"I think we gotta come up with something else for the winner."
Alaya tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Alright, how about we let the winner pick her prize."
“You mean his prize?”
Alaya laughed and shook her head. “No,” she said playfully. “I said it right the first time.”
"Okay,” John said. “We’ll see about that. When do we start?"
Alaya gave a slow smile and winked. "Whenever we want. Let's make it a surprise."
***
John paced the floor outside of the dressing room as he carried three of Alaya's full shopping bags in his hand.
They'd spent the entire day at the mall with John at Alaya's side as she hopped from store to store. Usually he left her to go on her own shopping trips alone. But she'd been relentless that morning and had insisted that he come with her.
Waiting for his wife as she tried on what seemed like an endless supply of clothing wasn't his thing at all. This is the last time I'm doing this, he thought, as he made another lap from one side of the dressing room entrance to another.
Just as he was preparing to ask Alaya how much longer she'd planned to be, he heard her call out. “John?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you come back here and help me with this dress? I need your opinion babe."
Curious, John cocked his head and made his way to the last room where Alaya waved her hand over the top of the stall. "I'm here, in this one."
He glanced around nervously, half-expecting to find other women waiting to scold him for crossing into the feminine space.
But luckily that didn't happen. From the looks of it, it seemed they were the only two back there. Nevertheless, John lowered his voice to a whisper when he reached her dressing room stall and called out her name.
"Come on in babe. I want you to tell me what you think of the dress I picked up."
"Why couldn't you come outside to show me?" John pushed the door open to find Alaya facing the mirror, her back to him. His eyes fell onto the snug fit of the burgundy colored dress she wore. She looked over her shoulder at him smiling at the appreciative look he gave as his eyes took in her shapely figure.
He forced his eyes up to meet her twinkling ones when she asked, "You like it?"
"I do," he said, dropping her bags onto the floor and moving behind her. He held her waist between his hands and pulled her into him. John leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You look good, baby."
Alaya released a short laugh. "Think I should buy this one?"
"Oh yeah,"he said, meeting the gaze of her reflection in the mirror.
"I wanted you to tell me how it looks this way too," Alaya said, lifting the dress and pulling down her panties in one swift move. She leaned forward against the mirror and arched her back as she turned back to see the excited gleam in his eyes. "Tell me baby, do you like it like this?"
John let out a clipped breath and admired the swell of her rounded ass and bared sex. "Umm-hmm."
"You should come show me how much."
John's head whipped around toward the door then back to Alaya. "Here?"
She nodded. "I dare you."
John grinned with the realization that they were really about to get their game of dare or dare started.
He hurried out of his pants and dropped them to the floor. When he returned, pulling her waist back so that her backside met his erection, Alaya said, "You've gotta keep it down though, baby. We are in a public place," she said teasingly.
He laughed. "I'm not going to say a thing."
Alaya's reflection grinned back at him in the mirror and he watched her eyes close as he entered her. The sight of her silent appreciation as she received him drove him wild, and he couldn't help wanting to push himself deeper into her.
Alaya eagerly accepted all of him into her and he grabbed onto the alluring curve of her hips using them to help guide her toward his stiffness.
John squinted his eyes and a pleased smile spread across his lips when Alaya purred out her pleasure and drew in her lower lip between her teeth as his movements rocked her body.
Remaining quiet, however, became a challenge as the sexy image of his wife enjoying him in the narrow mirror before them only made him want to drive himself deeper and faster into her warm, wet core.
And when Alaya's hand reached back to grasp his hip and pull him toward her, he knew she wanted the same. Never one to make his wife wait, John complied and pushed into her. Alaya squealed with the sudden force and lifted a hand against the wall to brace herself.
Equally aroused by Alaya’s image in the glass and the actual flesh and blood woman that he held firmly between his hands, John leaned down to place an appreciative kiss on her raised arm. But his tender kiss soon turned into licks, hungry passionate licks, that moved from her arm to the back of her neck and down her spine as he continued his persistent stroking.
The effort to remain silent in the public dressing stall was lost as John’s licking elicited a low moan from Alaya’s throat that anyone within a few inches of them would be sure to hear.
But as risky as the situation proved to be, John didn’t care anymore. Though this was out of character for the straightlaced, do-everything-by-the-book man that John was, there was something about the excitement and thrill of the moment that made him throw caution to the wind.
Alaya need not worry anymore, he thought. After this experience, they’d never be a statistic again.
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What You Don’t Know - Ambra and Douglas find themselves feasting on more than their meals before this dinner party.
What You Don’t Know - Ambra and Douglas find themselves feasting on more than their meals before this dinner party.
What You Don't Know
Ambra entered the kitchen, the clacking of her heels reverberating loudly against the wood floors as she rushed to open the oven door. Dinner was nearly done. She stuck a fork into a corner of the pasta dish and pulled back a piece to sample.
She let out a satisfied, “Mmmm,” before tossing the spoon into the sink. Ambra grabbed a fistful of formal silverware to set the table and turned around to head toward the dining room but was stopped by her husband, Douglas.
He'd watched her every move since she’d entered the room, fascinated. She looked more amazing than he'd seen her look in a while, the fitted silver dress clinging to her hourglass frame.
Douglas took the utensils from her hand, placed them on the dining table and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her toward his body.
“You look sexy as hell tonight, Amby,” he said, using his playful nickname for her, the one she only let him use. Ambra had a general disdain for the use of nicknames, but with Douglas she didn’t protest, and that was only because she loved him so much.
She smiled up into his dark chestnut colored eyes, a perfect complement to his matching smooth chestnut brown skin and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She stood on her toes, receiving his complement with a thank-you kiss.
But as she tried to step away and reach out for the silverware lying on the red tablecloth, Douglas pulled her arm toward him and brought her body close again.
He glanced down at his watch. “Looks like we’ve still got a few minutes here. What do you say we get a quick one in?”
Ambra shook her head, “Are you for real? I still have to set the table, and grab the plates, and…”
Douglas captured her lips between his, quieting her protests. He felt her body soften and melt against him and let his tongue dance and intertwine with hers, pulling her hips closer until she was pressed against his growing erection. He pulled his lips away from hers. “I’ll help you with all of it,” he reassured her before cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face back to his as he once again savored the taste of her mouth.
The way she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly into his mouth confirmed her body's mutual desire to get a quick one in as well.
Douglas’ mouth never left hers as he walked her backward to the dining room wall behind them. He lifted the soft fabric of her dress, dragging it up against her thigh until his fingers were heated by the warmth emanating from her sex. He ran his hand along the already wet center of her panties, the dewy moisture dampening his fingertips.
Ambra let out a strangled cry and gyrated her hips against his probing digits. Her panties were now a soaking mess, and an unwelcome barrier, but he could tell that the sensation of the fabric against her pussy excited her anyway. And her excitement was confirmed by the leg she lifted around his waist, opening herself up even more to his tender touches. He ran his fingers along her slit, rubbing the dampened cloth against her, spreading her juices until he had no choice but to discard the soiled material. He slid down the underwear and Ambra quickly stepped out, before returning to him again as if their bodies were opposite poles irresistibly magnetized to one another.
She let out a satisfied, “Mmmm,” before tossing the spoon into the sink. Ambra grabbed a fistful of formal silverware to set the table and turned around to head toward the dining room but was stopped by her husband, Douglas.
He'd watched her every move since she’d entered the room, fascinated. She looked more amazing than he'd seen her look in a while, the fitted silver dress clinging to her hourglass frame.
Douglas took the utensils from her hand, placed them on the dining table and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her toward his body.
“You look sexy as hell tonight, Amby,” he said, using his playful nickname for her, the one she only let him use. Ambra had a general disdain for the use of nicknames, but with Douglas she didn’t protest, and that was only because she loved him so much.
She smiled up into his dark chestnut colored eyes, a perfect complement to his matching smooth chestnut brown skin and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She stood on her toes, receiving his complement with a thank-you kiss.
But as she tried to step away and reach out for the silverware lying on the red tablecloth, Douglas pulled her arm toward him and brought her body close again.
He glanced down at his watch. “Looks like we’ve still got a few minutes here. What do you say we get a quick one in?”
Ambra shook her head, “Are you for real? I still have to set the table, and grab the plates, and…”
Douglas captured her lips between his, quieting her protests. He felt her body soften and melt against him and let his tongue dance and intertwine with hers, pulling her hips closer until she was pressed against his growing erection. He pulled his lips away from hers. “I’ll help you with all of it,” he reassured her before cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face back to his as he once again savored the taste of her mouth.
The way she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly into his mouth confirmed her body's mutual desire to get a quick one in as well.
Douglas’ mouth never left hers as he walked her backward to the dining room wall behind them. He lifted the soft fabric of her dress, dragging it up against her thigh until his fingers were heated by the warmth emanating from her sex. He ran his hand along the already wet center of her panties, the dewy moisture dampening his fingertips.
Ambra let out a strangled cry and gyrated her hips against his probing digits. Her panties were now a soaking mess, and an unwelcome barrier, but he could tell that the sensation of the fabric against her pussy excited her anyway. And her excitement was confirmed by the leg she lifted around his waist, opening herself up even more to his tender touches. He ran his fingers along her slit, rubbing the dampened cloth against her, spreading her juices until he had no choice but to discard the soiled material. He slid down the underwear and Ambra quickly stepped out, before returning to him again as if their bodies were opposite poles irresistibly magnetized to one another.
