Free A Few Good Fantasies by Michele Bardsley Page B

to make love. Sex wasn’t as exciting as it had been in the early days.
    Their lack of physical intimacy bled into other areas. She didn’t feel as close to him as she did pre-twins. Her married friends told her that was the nature of marriage, especially after parenthood. Sex was shoved to the bottom of the priority list.
    And yet, Carrie found herself fantasizing about getting thoroughly ravished by two men.
    Last month, she had sat at her kitchen table with her sister. They drank iced tea and chatted. Carrie told her older sis about her fantasy. Shelley had teased her about such naughty thoughts and Carrie had dropped the subject. It wasn’t something she could talk to Greg about. He would never share her with another man. And it wasn’t like she wanted two husbands or even a husband and a boyfriend. She loved Greg and their lives together.
    She just wanted her sex life back, damn it.
    Somewhere along the way she realized that denying her sexual desires, no matter how strange they might appear to others, was wrong. She needed to tell Greg her fantasies— even if they couldn’t really have a second man in their bed.
    “Baby? Are you okay?” Greg knocked on the bathroom door and jolted her out of her thoughts. 
    Carrie straightened. “Be out in a sec.”
    When she re-entered the bedroom, she found Greg sprawled naked on the bed. His gaze caressed her body in a way that had heat pulsing through her.
    She crawled onto the bed and into his arms. For a long moment, Greg just stared at her.
    “You’re gorgeous.” His lips captured hers. She melted into his arms and deepened their contact. Yum. He tasted like those peppermint Tic Tacs he loved to chew on all the time.
    Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between them, she stroked his cock.
    Greg hands tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.
    His lips moved down her throat, his tongue flicking the dimple at its base. Carrie moaned as he nuzzled the skin between her breasts, raining kisses over the flesh exposed by her push-up bra.
    He reached around and unhooked the bra. After tossing it to the floor, he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Oh, he felt so good. And for once she didn’t have to worry about the twins interrupting their lovemaking.
    His mouth closed over one turgid nipple. Sensations rippled through her. He suckled her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention.
    “Greg,” she sighed, her hands threading through his silky hair. “That feels so good, honey.”
    His hand coasted down her stomach and slid into her panties.
    “What the—” His desire-glazed eyes found hers. She smiled as his fingers stroked her bare flesh. “Mmm. I want to see you.”
    He crawled between her legs and dragged her underwear off. He stared at her naked pussy. “That is a beautiful sight.”
    “You like?”
    “I love.” He settled down and pressed his mouth against her vulva. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”
    “I’m trying new things.”
    “Thank God.” He kissed her again. His tongue wiggled down her slit.
    Her pussy was already hot and wet and ready. He licked the evidence of her desire off her inner thighs then dove inside her entrance.
    Carrie gasped as pleasure ricocheted through her. Greg’s tongue darted in and out of her, the strokes rough and fast.
    Her hips pumped to match his rhythm. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as she felt bliss coil tight and hot. Then his mouth moved to her clit and closed over it, sucking hard. Just as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, he stopped.
    “Greg!”
    He chuckled.
    An ache settled between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in need, in want.
    Greg once again suckled her clit. Then he inserted two fingers into her pussy. The thrust of his fingers matched the thrusts of his tongue.
    The orgasm built, higher and higher. Just as she would’ve tipped over the edge, Greg stopped