Free Misbehaving by Tiffany Reisz Page A

Keaton peeked over his shoulder.
    “Where you going on your honeymoon? Sodom and Gomorrah?” the bellhop asked.
    Inside the box Henry found three books.
    The Good Girl’s Guide to Pegging Your Man .
    When He’s Just Not Enough—A How-to Manual for Successful Open Relationships .
    Swinging for Dummies .
    And at the bottom of the box he found a harness and dildo.
    “What the…” Henry breathed.
    “That’s a strap-on,” Keaton said. “Your girl must want to fuck you up the butt on your honeymoon.”
    “No way.”
    “You just got to use lube. Trust me on this.”
    Henry threw the books in the box and closed the flaps. He started to stalk toward the restaurant but stopped. Open relationships? Swinging? Claudia was going to wait until their honeymoon to tell him she wanted to sleep with other guys and fuck him up the butt? His stomach churned with anger and his head throbbed with fear. He wasn’t enough for her? Their sex life wasn’t enough for her?
    He turned back around and headed for the elevators. Once in his room he paced back and forth for ten minutes trying to decide what to do. There was only one thing to do, he finally decided. The strong, manly thing to do.
    Run for his life. And his butthole.
    He picked up his phone and sent Claudia a text message.
    The wedding is off .

Chapter Nine
    Beatriz had only gotten her panties off by the time Ben knocked on her door. In her breezy un-underweared state she let him in, not giving him a chance to say a single word before she kissed him.
    His hands were all over her. He stroked her back and her hair, grabbed her bottom and squeezed, caressed her nipples through the light fabric of her sundress.
    “What’s chapter four?” Ben asked as he pushed them toward the bed.
    “It’s various ‘from behind’ positions. Doggie style, et cetera.”
    “Chapter four is my new favorite chapter.”
    Beatriz grabbed the book off the nightstand and flipped through the pages as Ben kissed the back of her shoulders.
    “What’s it say?” he asked.
    “Blah blah intensity,” she read. “Blah blah penetration blah sitting blah standing blah lying-down blah blah good view of the ass…”
    “This chapter sounds pretty blah. Except for the ass part.”
    “Basically it just tells us the five different ways to do rear entry.”
    “I’m entering your rear?” Ben asked, not at all troubled by that prospect.
    “Anal’s chapter eight. We’ll get to it tomorrow,” Beatriz said. “Any preference?”
    She showed him the page with all the illustrations. Classic doggie style with the woman on her hands and knees and the man kneeling behind her…standing rear entry with the woman bent over a table or the bed…lying down rear entry with the man stretched out on top of the woman, his chest to her back.
    “I like that one,” Ben said, pointed to seated rear entry where the man sat in a chair and the woman sat in his lap.
    “Worth a shot. Find a chair.”
    Ben pulled the comfiest looking hotel chair next to the bed. He started to undress, but Beatriz stopped his hands.
    “I like sex with my clothes on sometimes. Makes it feel dirtier, you know,” she said, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Making him come in the shower this morning had only whetted her appetite for more of him. “Is that okay?”
    “As long as my dick’s out and your panties are on the other side of the room, it’s fine by me.”
    Beatriz picked up her underwear lying on the bed and tossed them at the door.
    “Good enough?” she asked.
    “I’d prefer them in the trash can, but it´ll do” He pulled her down onto his lap. Their mouths met and as they kissed he pulled the strap of her sundress down, baring her breast. He tortured her lips with soft, playful bites. He kissed a path down her shoulder, cupped her breast, and brought her nipple to his mouth. She moaned as he licked her nipple. She loved watching him kiss her breasts. He always closed his eyes as if to concentrate on this most important