Spark
by Bambi Bellamy
Publication date: April 15th 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance
~Synopsis~
WARNING: Spark contains sexy neighbors who love getting it on… with each other. Graphic language and sex scenes abound. Be advised, this is no sweet romance. Contains hard pumping and ridiculous sexual situations and scenes to make your toes curl. If you can finish Spark without getting hot and bothered, I would check for a pulse. 18+ only!
Newlyweds Violet and Hunter are new in PussyWillow Falls, and they’re loving it.
Everything is beautiful, including the people.
Things heat up FAST when Violet satisfies her husband while they both watch a menage a trois over the fence going on in their neighbors backyard.
But, when the mailman, the paper boy and all the neighbors come calling for a piece of the Violet and Hunter action, was PussyWillow Falls a swinging paradise, or a swinging hell?
~Excerpt~
“Jack, this is Violet, one of the new neighbors from across the street,” Julia told him.
Reaching across, he grabbed my hand and leaned down and placed his lips on the back of it. My cheeks burned, and the feel of his lips on my hand was making my temperature rise by at least ten degrees. “Nice to make your acquaintance, Violet, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to make this short and sweet, as I have to get ready for work and be on the road in less than ten minutes.”
Stripping off his boxer shorts, he stood in front of me for what felt like minutes, until he finally walked away with this huge baton swinging between his legs.
Julia slapped him on his bare ass, and then turned back to her coffee like it was no big deal. I was starting to see that Julia and her husband were very comfortable in their own skin and didn't mind public displays of affection, or nudity.
“My apologies for my husband; he really doesn't have a shy bone in his body.”
I didn't know what to say, and the fact that I had just seen my new neighbor completely naked had taken me aback a bit. Drinking my cup of coffee, I was soon to see Jack come out in a very expensive tailored suit that probably cost more than the first car I owned.
“Wow, he really does clean up well.”
I couldn't get the image of his huge length out of my mind, and then began to play over certain images of him taking me from behind and pulling my hair at the same time.
“I know that look, and I see that my husband has made a lasting impression on you.”
There was no denying the fact that he had a massive length, and that his body was cut out of stone and doing some remarkable things to my libido, but I wasn’t going to admit that to her.
“Hey, you have nothing to worry about from me, as my husband and I have a very open relationship, and I think you know what I mean by that.”
She was actually giving me permission to fantasize about her husband Jack, and maybe even take it to another level altogether. Ever since Jamaica, I had seen sex as something that I could truly get used to having on a daily basis. Now that I have had some of the best sex of my life, I wanted to do some comparison-shopping and see what else was out there that could tickle my fancy. It's just that I didn't think I was that type of person to turn to another, especially when I had a very caring and supportive husband at home.
“No, no… looking will do just fine.” I think that she was a little disappointed at my reaction, and was hoping that she was going to be able to convince me to slide into their matrimonial bed. “Hunter isn't that type of man, and I don't think I am that type of woman.”
“Jack and I were exactly like you ten years ago, but we have since found that we like to experiment with other like-minded individuals. If you have to take a few baby steps, then I would suggest that you come over for the barbecue this weekend, and you can meet some of our neighbors and maybe see if anything else catches your attention.”
Running her hand down my arm, she was licking her lips and looking at me like she wanted to jump on top of me.
“I will talk it over with Hunter.” Pulling away from her was a little bit more difficult than I imagined, as her fingers dug into my skin, as if she desperately wanted to keep me sitting beside her and talking about the birds and the bees.
It wasn't like I was adverse to anything else, but just didn't know if I was the type of person who could find myself having sex with somebody who wasn't my husband. My parents always taught me that a marriage was built on trust and honesty, and when one person stepped out on the other, it usually meant that the relationship wasn't as strong as they both believed it be.
