Publisher's Synopsis
Sarah Wilson has a naughty secret to tell, one that she shares with her hot neighbor. There is only one problem: he is married. Will their lust for each other consume them, or is something very exciting (and new) in store for them all?A short erotic story in 3,600 words. This is the first story in the series, but they can be read separately, too. This part includes explicit descriptions about a hetero threesome (female-male-male) and first time anal sex. Strictly 18+!I had a dream last night. A really erotic one, I must admit. It`s not like I haven`t dreamt something like this before, but still it was different. Coz it could easily become reality. And that`s what scares me most. Dreams don't hurt a soul, but when we are talking about naughty dreams that involve actual people (especially unavailable people), now that's a totally different thing.I must have told you before, because he is always on my mind, but just in case: there is this hot guy who lives next door with his wife and two kids. I had a thing for him for the past two years, no matter how guilty it felt. Or maybe that was the reason? You know, I'm not the type of person who would just sleep with anyone, let alone a married man. What was I thinking? And yet, the dream was so real I couldn't deny how it made me feel. My insides quiver just thinking about it. How could he have such a strong (and lustful) effect on me, when he clearly isn't available? Well, his six pack and cheeky smile don't help, that's for sure. Nor does his gorgeous pair of crystal-blue eyes. You know the ones that change color whenever they spot you, becoming a dark shade of indigo? Yeah, tell me about it. His unruly blondish-brown curls only add to the whole picture. For some reason, he reminds me of a Greek God, or a sculpture by Michelangelo. Anyway, things got worse (or better?) yesterday when I arrived home from shopping. He was there, outside their flat, painting the front door. Without his T-shirt! A perfect opportunity for anyone in their right mind to ogle the guy and his muscles. If you ask me in two weeks, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to tell what color their door is now! You can say I wasn't paying too much attention to that. Even good girls can look, right? I mean I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I? Unless a dripping wet pussy and soaked panties are a crime.He noticed me awkwardly standing there and shot me a mischievous grin. I don't think I have to tell you how hot and bothered I felt all of a sudden and nearly dropped my bags on the floor. How embarrassing would that have been? I did make enough noise though so he turned towards me, paintbrush in hand. Red, he was painting the door red. God, those eyes... He smiled, waving at me with the brush, wet drops of red liquid hitting the ground. Drip. Yeah, not sure I only heard the pain drip, but the idea of what else it could have been made me blush. I felt like I should apologize, but then he turned back towards his task, as if nothing happened. Well, nothing happened, so I'm not sure why I was so upset, but I fumbled with my keys, then rushed inside, heart thumping so loudly I`m sure he heard it. And this is how it all began. I could not help thinking about him touching me, following his hands with his tongue... Oh, Sarah, stop it, he is married, for God's sake.Aroused and obviously unsatisfied I took a cold shower, 'helped' myself and I thought this would do. I was wrong, obviously...
