A Different Expeirence, Forbidden Relationship byMara Townsend

Natalie Bowers is living the dream, a great job, a happy marriage, good money and loads of great sex.

Then she and her husband go for a next door barbecue, and she has an erotic experience that she cannot manage to forget. Tormented by the unforgettable member, she barely wades through the next week.

But what happens when the other party visits and she’s stuck with him in the most unlikely situation?

In a story that fluidly intertwines, suspense, a loss of marital responsibility, the hypnotizing effect of good sex, discover how Natalie manages to make an escape, even if just for one more day.

SKU: B07QL2QD18 Category: Erotica Tags: Fiction-Short Stories, Mara Townsend

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Samantha Wild is a young erotica author who enjoys reading and writes naughty stories. Started with writing just for fun she has decided to publish her own books on Amazon. Besides writing, Samantha working in an art gallery likes to draw, spend time with her husband and friends.

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Chapter 1
I have no doubt that I am in love with my husband but damn, sometimes sex might be so good a person could forget. My name is Natalie Bowers and life has been good to me. I live in Cheaksheare, California with my husband, Brock and I work as a school teacher while Brock owns and runs a gym. We are pretty young. Brock is only three years older than me and I’m 26. We got married about two years ago and have decided on having no kids for now. So this has allowed us to work as much as necessary and still have incredible sex.
Cheaksheare is a suburban area with lot of picket fences, white houses and silent afternoons. Our neighbors, the Styles, are a couple of a 60 plus year old woman, Igrit and her 40 something year old man, Tom. Now, I realize that it should have occurred to me that Tom would hardly be getting enough pussy from the woman but whenever I saw him staring at my ass as I passed by the fence wearing my short tight skirt. I assumed it was the same way it happened everywhere. Yes, I get stared at a lot. I am a 5ft11 white redhead woman with D cup boobs and an ass to die for. I get stared at a lot, Tom, the twins down the road, my principal at school, a couple of teachers: male and female, and even students. They named me sexiest teacher last year and that was my first year. I heard that portfolio had just been made and it happened only because of me. Brock tells me all the time about my round wide ass and makes sure to fuck me every day. I am so used to it now, I’m not sure I can go a day without some cock.
Cheaksheare has a lot of rich people. We are fairly rich. I could do without my teaching job but I’ve decided to make a living for myself. We really don’t need the money. So we are fine but we’ve got nothing on the Styles. Mrs. Igrit Styles, before marrying Tom, was the widow of Mr. Hank Styles, the owner of Pisdel, the biggest telecommunication company in Africa and top three biggest in the world. Mrs. Styles could live in the richest part of Beverly Hills if she wanted to but she’s chosen to life a nice and quiet life in Cheaksheare, too quiet for Tom, obviously. I have never told Brock this but I suspect, no, I know that Tom married Igrit because of her money. She’s not particularly beautiful and has a lot of regions of undefined fat. She’s always really tired and the few times I’ve tried to make conversations with her have been really exhausting as she isn’t really interested in talking. What could Tom be seeking in a woman like that? Definitely not love or sex because he surely wasn’t getting those two. I was very sure but soon became completely assured of this fact.
Last year, Tom and Igrit walked into our compound to inform us that they had decided to have a small barbecue on New Year’s eve. We were invited and all we had to do was come. Brock and I had no plans of going anywhere on New Year’s eve, all our holiday plans were days before that or the week after the New Year.
“Of course, we’ll be there,” Brock answered them as we stood in front of them at our entrance door and Tom’s left hand had wandered behind me, between the band of my leggings and my skin and was stroking my pussy lips. I held on tight to him and kept a straight face but I was incredibly hot.
“Are you alright, Natalie?” Tom asked me.
I definitely wasn’t and had been unable to keep the throes of pleasure off my face. Brock was playing games with me in front of visitors, although they didn’t know.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“I was about to ask the same question. Your neck is really red. You seem very hot,” Igrit said.
Brock’s hand in between my ass cheeks was making me very hot but I couldn’t tell them that.
“She’s fine. She was asleep when the doorbell rang,” Brock said to cover up for me.
“Oh, we are very sorry for waking you up. Let us be on our way then,” Igrit replied.
She looked at my face and smiled before giving me a nod. Tom, meanwhile, was staring at my breasts. I do not wear bra’s most of the times I am indoors as my boobs are incredibly perky and Brock tells me he loves to see me braless. So now, my boobs were pushing the linen material of my top and the peaks of my nipples could be graphically seen. I noticed this and gently moved a hand over my chest, taking his attention away.
“You said, we should be on our way,” Tom said, turning to Igrit.
Igrit broke into a confused smile.
“Yes, of course, let’s allow Natalie get back to her sleep.”
Tom nodded and allowed her take his hand as they walked back down the concrete path leading to our gate. Brock was particularly naughty then and dipped his hand lower, pushing his fingers into my pussy. He bent his hand into a comma and tugged at my insides. It was wet, delicious and heart racing. I felt a jolt of pleasure that caused me to yelp and grip him tighter as I was almost falling. They heard my yelp and turned back to stare at me. Brock smiled and waved to them and they turned again to leave. Immediately they got to the gate, Brock closed our door and pulled down my trousers before bending me low and pushing his fingers into me. I was already wet and his fingers danced into my slick pussy. Jeez, the pleasure was incredible. He pulled out his fingers and parted my pussy lips gently before rubbing rapidly on my erect clit. I couldn’t take the waves of overcharging thrills and I buckled to my knees, raising my ass for Brock to finger fuck.
Brock had other ideas though and removed his hand once I had done that. He lay down behind me and slid till his head and dove in between my legs and his mouth was properly set at my pussy. Then he pulled me down and I jumped in surprise when my pussy lips met his mouth.
“Come on, I need you to feed me,” he said and pushed my ass down to his face.
Brock had eaten me many times but this was particularly different as his tongue dove deep into me, past my slick pussy lips and into the tender pink skin of my vagina. I could hear the slurping sounds his mouth made as his lips rubbed on my clit and the insides of my pussy, sending me to sensual heaven. I reared my head back and couldn’t hold back the scream as Brock licked me till I came on his face.
“We are really going to the Styles’ barbecue, you know,” he said after gifting me the final orgasm.
“Yes,” I answered, nodding my head.
“A chance to see why that dude, Tom is always behaving so weirdly,” Brock said.
I laughed and got up from his face even as I had the feeling I already knew why Tom behaved like that.