Married does not equal dead. Just because a woman has a husband doesn’t mean she packs her sexual fantasies in bubble wrap and shoves them in a box. There is nothing in those marriage vows that restricts your imagination. Fantasies are healthy. They keep the magic alive and give an outlet to all those wicked little thoughts that creep up during the day. It doesn’t mean you are going to be unfaithful, or even that you want to be unfaithful. It means you are human.
Maybe you have a secret obsession with Nathan Fillion’s butt. Maybe you lust after a certain singer who makes your panties melt. Maybe that rough-handed mechanic could rotate your tires juuuuuust right. That hottie on the subway? Pure mind-candy. That soccer-dad who coaches the opposing team who does wonderful things for those cotton shorts? Yummy.
Do you really think all those adult toy sites are selling vibrators ONLY to single women? Uh, no. And men, if you think your wife only has fantasies about you…*rolling on floor laughing* Yeah, right. Like you never look at Angelina Jolie and have things stand at attention. Does your wife feature in EVERY naughty thought that pops in your mind? Of course not. We know this and accept it. Human beings have a wonderful capacity to imagine.
There are those marriages where one partner insists they never think about another person. I don’t believe that. I think in those cases they just aren’t comfortable sharing those fantasies. And that is okay. But in many marriages, a woman actually shares some of her fantasies with her husband. He shares his with her. They use those fantasies as foreplay, to make their sex life richer, help strengthen their marriage.
But what if… what if you told your husband a fantasy and discovered he had the same fantasy?
That is the premise for COMING CLEAN.
Vivi and Grant Michaelson are a normal married couple. They are in love with each other and neither wants to stray. They hold nothing back from each other, sharing property, checking accounts and their fantasies. Those fantasies help make their marriage stronger. Then Vivi tells Grant about a scorching ménage fantasy she has about his best friend Cade. And Grant admits to his own desires concerning Cade.
Quite the admission for a straight man, I must tell you.
Then Vivi has another What if thought. What if this shared-threesome-fantasy actually could come true?
Well, then you would have COMING CLEAN.
DIRTY LAUNDRY just got a whole lot dirtier….
Grant and Vivi Michaelson share everything in their marriage: love, commitment—and their wildest sexual desires. But their relationship is tested when Vivi admits she wants a threesome with Grant’s old friend Cade, proposing their annual trip to the lake as the perfect opportunity to fulfill her fantasy.
All three of them are aroused by the idea. Vivi and Cade have long felt a smoldering attraction to each other…and Grant and Cade have hidden an illicit desire for decades. Going through with the ménage will test their boundaries, reveal old secrets…and maybe tear them apart. After all, there might be room for Cade in bed, but is there room for a third in their marriage?
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She snuggled up beside him, kissing his heaving chest. She swooped her long hair over her shoulder and propped her chin on her laced fingers. “Anything?”
With his eyes closed, he felt her stare rather than saw it. “Anything.”
He didn’t need his sight to know her cheeks colored when she turned her face away and said, “Never mind.”
“Come on, what?”
“I just…I don’t want you to get mad.”
The silky skin of her back slid under his palm. “I won’t.”
“Promise?” she asked. He nodded and she took a slow breath. “I was kind of…fantasizing.”
He cracked one eye and smiled. “Care to share it?”
A slight firming of her muscles tightened his stomach in anticipation. Vivi fingered his hair. “Okay, here goes…remember your promise. I was thinking about…a threesome…with two men.”
Grant cocked his head at her. “Was I one of them? Ouch!”
Vivi smoothed the lock of hair she’d just tugged. “Of course you were.”
“So who was the other guy? That actor that makes you drool?”
“Does it really matter?” Vivi nibbled her lip and looked away.
“Yeah, I want to know.” She wouldn’t turn her face toward him and her evasiveness piqued his curiosity. “Vivi, tell me.”
She brought her gaze back to his. “It was Cade.”
His bones turned to sheetrock. “Cade? Uh, what was he—I mean, what were we doing?”
“You’re mad.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just curious.”
“I was riding him. And kissing you.” Her fingers caressed his cheekbone, across his lips and over his Adam’s apple. “Just before I came on his cock, you moved behind me and—”
“Fucked your ass?” His voice growled deeper as the fantasy image burst into his mind. His spent balls began to tingle, blood rerouting to stiffen his softened cock.
“Uh, no.” Vivi tugged the sheet over her hip. “Although I might borrow that fantasy for later…after I’ve had a bit to drink. You bit me the way I like. I could feel your fingers on my clit, your teeth in my neck, and the pulse of Cade’s cock inside me. That’s like the ultimate high. I guess it’s hard for a man to understand but it was…wow.”
“I can imagine.” Something taboo, forbidden and tempting swelled in Grant’s chest. Her shared fantasy took on new life in his mind. A startling and vivid picture painted itself before his mind’s eye and his mouth took off without thought. “I have imagined it.”
Vivi sat up, leaning over him, a questioning look on her face. “You’ve fantasized about us with another man?”
“No.” Sudden fear held his tongue. Did he dare tell her what flashed in his head? It was the first time he’d ever let those words be fully thought out, let alone spoken. His hands buried in soft hair, hips thrusting toward the hot, tempting mouth sucking him. That hair morphs from auburn to blond, the lips around his cock sliding from feminine to masculine, the fingers cupping his balls shifting from slender and soft to callused and strong. “Promise you won’t get mad…or anything?”
“Promise.” She smiled.
“I…when you said…” Grant sucked in a deep breath and blurted it out. “I wonder what being with Cade would be like…me with Cade.”
“You mean like…as lovers?”
“Yeah.” He braced for her disapproval.
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