Smutty Little Secrets Read online

  Vivienne Hunt

  This is a work of fiction and does not in any way advocate irresponsible behavior. Any resemblance to people, places, and settings in real life is entirely coincidental. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers 17 and under. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  Copyright © 2017 by Vivienne Hunt

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  Disclaimer

  This is a very smutty book.

  You have been warned.

  This book is dedicated to The Manuscript Minxes.

  Thank you for many a panty-soaking conversation.

  May your orgasms be plentiful.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Works by Vivienne Hunt

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this—half-naked and panting up against the laundry room wall, wedged between the washing machine and the back door, praying that no one would hear us. But I couldn’t stop—not now—not when the heat rising off of her skin was setting my heart ablaze.

  “Come home with us,” she begged me while her lips grazed my collarbone before trailing down my chest until finally clamping down on one of my puffy nipples and sucking hard.

  I whimpered with need as I grabbed fistfuls of her strawberry-blonde hair while pulling her closer. “I can’t. Brad—he won’t allow it. He would never allow this.”

  “You need to be taken care of.” She moved her lips to my other breast while one of her hands cupped my denim-clad mound. “Jason can talk to him. You want this. You need this.”

  “No, they’re brothers. This . . . this is crazy. He would kill us if he found out.” Try as I might, I couldn’t push her away. I didn’t want her to stop. Cassandra Logan, my sister-in-law, was the one woman I could never say no to. She was voluptuous and vibrant—a deadly mix—with a body that wouldn’t quit, and now she wanted me. Me. Greedily she sought out my lips again, nipping them until finally drawing me into a possessive kiss that scorched my soul. My breath caught in my throat. I was in danger of losing myself with this woman, and it scared the hell out of me.

  “Jason always gets what he wants,” she whispered, breaking the kiss as her finger traced my swollen bottom lip. “He’s been wanting you for years. I’ve been wanting you for years.”

  Laughter erupted from the living room, and I jumped like a scared rabbit all wide-eyed and ready to bolt. “We have to get back to the party,” I croaked. “We’ve been gone too long.”

  Cassandra smoothed out her sundress and fluffed her soft strawberry-blonde locks with her fingers while her hazel eyes simmered with the promise of what was to come. She leaned into me, fondling one of my breasts. “One way or another, you’re coming home with us, Nikki. And then I am going to devour that hot little pussy of yours—Brad be damned.” She opened the door that led into the kitchen and sauntered out, her designer heels clicking on the tiled floor as she went.

  Shakily, I fixed my bra and re-buttoned my blouse. She was right. There was no fighting this. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to belong. But one thing was certain— Brad could never find out. Never.

  “There you are, Nikki. I’ve been looking all over for you, sweetie.” Brad came up beside me at the kitchen island and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. My very hot cheek.

  “I think the crawfish boil was a bit too spicy for me.” I gulped down my water, still trying to mask my arousal. Through the vaulted entryway to the living room, I caught sight of Cassandra speaking closely to her husband, Jason. My brother-in-law was walking sin himself. He was tall and buff, with short, cropped black hair and a perpetual five o’clock shadow that only made him all the sexier. His steel-grey eyes shot up as his gaze locked with mine. Even from that distance, I could see the fire within them. He was smoldering with lust, and it was completely directed at me. Timidly I dropped my eyes, and realizing my water glass was empty, I went to refill it. “I think I need some fresh air.”

  “No, you don’t.” Brad clasped my elbow, preventing me from going any farther. My husband was only slightly shorter than his brother, and although he was quite handsome in his own way; it was his attitude towards me, that lessened his overall attractiveness in my eyes. “We have guests asking for you—potential clients for my next building project. Pull it together and join me in the living room.” I could still feel Jason’s eyes on me. I glanced up. Yup, still smoldering with a hint of—what was that? —jealousy. Maybe they weren’t so different. What the hell did I know?

  “Of course, Brad, I’ll be right in.” I gave him my best consolatory smile while tucking my wavy, brown hair behind my ear.

  “That’s my girl.” He kissed my temple and then admonished me, “And next time could you please wear something more tasteful than jeans? Even Cassandra knew enough to wear a dress.” He frowned at my attire before casually walking back into the living room.

  I rinsed my glass, leaving it in the sink while willing my hands to stop shaking. Not only was I aroused but now I was angry. Why couldn’t I stand up to him? Did I even know how? Maybe it was because I felt “small” in my husband’s presence. I had always been a tiny gal with a petite frame, which in my opinion was not much to look at it. I guess it mirrored my personality of being the shy and timid type. I couldn’t help being me. It was just how I was wired. Brad and I married in our early twenties and now at thirty-one all I felt I had to show for our marriage was this enormous house—built by Brad’s Birmingham, Alabama, architectural firm, of course—and the equally enormous diamond rings that lived on my thin finger – they being more cumbersome than practical due to their size. Even the style of my wedding bands had been his choice – not mine. Heck, he wouldn’t even let me work, despite me having a paralegal degree. He had said that it wasn’t needed, that he made enough money, and I could concentrate on being his country-club wife, which translated to attending all the “right” functions for the sole purpose of being “seen.”

  I took a couple of deep, yoga-style breaths and then re-tucked my hair behind both my ears before turning around and doing the only thing I knew how—to do as I was told.

  “Nikki, you outdid yourself, again.”

  “Marvelous party, darling. Tennis tomorrow?”

  “I can’t wait to see what you’ve planned for your next social.”

  I nodded, smiled, and forced myself to engage in false pleasantries as our guests – but not all of them – began to leave the house. Cassandra and Jason lingered behind, my sister-in-law’s commanding demeanor telling me that she was hell-bent on making good on her earlier promise. I was nearly undone when her fingertips brushed over my hand when I collected a stray wine gl
ass from the coffee table. It slipped from my grasp and smashed onto the hardwood floor.

  “Damn it, Nikki!” Brad barked once he saw the mess.

  “Lighten up, Brad. It’s my fault.” Cassandra winked at me. “You know me, all thumbs after I’ve had a few.”

  “Yeah, I know you,” Brad replied, unamused. “Just get it cleaned up.”

  “While I have your attention,” Cassandra said as she sashayed over to my husband with what I swore was an extra swing in her hips, “I wanted to take Nikki home with us tonight.”

  I almost choked on my own spit while I picked up shards of glass from the floor.

  “Your birthday’s coming up, and we’re planning a special surprise,” Cassandra cooed as she linked arms with Brad. “It’s impossible to get anything done when you’re around. You think I could borrow her, and her event-planning expertise, for the night? I promise to bring her back in one piece.” She grinned deviously at me.

  I felt a familiar heat rising to my cheeks.

  “Um . . . yeah . . . sure, why not?” Brad replied, flustered, the spilt wine and broken glass momentarily forgotten. If there is one thing I know about my husband, it’s that he loves to be fawned over—simply adores it. Make something about him, and he’s all in hook, line and sinker.

  I stood on wobbly legs, nodding my head in agreement as if this is what Cassandra and I had talked about all night. On one hand, I was elated to have a night off from my overbearing husband, but when I saw Jason propping himself up against the couch, watching my every move, my elation turned to raw panic laced with lust. He looked as if he wanted to consume me right then and there. How could his brother not see this?

  “Great! Then, it’s settled.” Jason clapped his hands together, snapping me back to reality. “I promise, we’ll take excellent care of her, bro, and Cassandra will make sure she’s even back for afternoon tennis.”

  Brad sighed with resignation while Cassandra gave him a playful peck on the cheek. “Darling,” he said, “why don’t you throw an overnight bag together. I’ll finish cleaning up.”

  Dutifully, I placed the broken glass on the coffee table, brushed off my hands, and fixed my face with another chipper smile. “I’ll just be a moment.”

  Upstairs, I fished out my favorite Coach bag and began filling it with random clothes and toiletries. Actually, I had no idea what I was packing; my mind was a hazy jumble of incoherent thoughts punctuated with flashbacks of Cassandra’s pouty lips and roaming hands.

  “All set?” Jason’s voice, along with a glimpse of his reflection in the vanity mirror, caused me to drop my bag.

  For a moment, neither of us moved nor said a word while we quietly observed the other through the mirror.

  Predatory and confident, Jason came up behind me, placing both of his arms on either side of the vanity, pinning me in place. As my chest rose and fell rapidly, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his, those smoky, steely grays that bore right into me. His breath, his scent—he was so close that the hairs on the back of my neck were tingling. Slowly, he brought one of his hands up to my face and brushed my long hair to the side. Never breaking eye contact, he tilted his head, placing the most delicate of kisses on the spot right below my earlobe.

  “Don’t worry Nikki,” he said softly, “my brother can’t give to you what Cassandra and I can. You’ll see love. Join us downstairs when you’re ready.”

  I gasped at his declaration.

  Slowly he reached down and picked up my bag and then gave me one last look in the mirror before leaving the bedroom.

  Quivering, I blew out the breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. In that solitary moment, I knew all that I needed to know about Jason and Cassandra—that there was no escaping them or what was about to happen next.

  Jason and Cassandra’s estate was on the other side of Fresh Springs Golf Community, where we all lived. It should have felt like a quick ten-minute drive. Instead, it was excruciatingly drawn out as I rode in the passenger seat, with Jason behind the wheel and Cassandra behind me—the unspoken sexual tension between the three of us so thick that I thought the windows were going to fog up. Jason wove his way along the driveway, parking in front of their massive front doors that were very similar in style to my own house. A vision of Brad readying for bed crossed my mind, and I quickly tamped it down, swallowing the last of my vows with it. Who was I kidding? I had shattered them into pieces when I had allowed Cassandra to have her way with me next to stacks of folded laundry.

  Cassandra was the first to get out as she traipsed up the steps, unlocked the door, and switched off the alarm. She turned around, and with her index finger, beckoned me forward before she disappeared into the house.

  I couldn’t look at Jason. Suddenly I was embarrassed and timid, choosing to duck my head while I exited the vehicle. I could feel him behind me as I climbed the steps and entered the house.

  “Ahh, finally, I can get out of this fucking dress.” Cassandra had already slipped out of her heels, and I watched as, in one fluid motion, she unzipped her sundress, letting it fall into a heap on the hallway floor before stepping out from it—completely naked.

  I was awestruck as it dawned on me that, for the length of my party, she had forgone panties or a bra. I backed up and came in contact with the rock-hard body of Jason as he encircled his arms around me, whispering in my ear.

  “Look at her, Nikki. Just look at her.” Gently he tilted my chin toward her. “Drink her in. Isn’t she beautiful? Don’t you desire her?”

  I couldn’t find my voice. I was too turned on by the sight of her.

  Cassandra, for her part, had turned her head back toward us while she ran a hand over the profile of her frame—past the outline of her breast, past the curve of her hip, until lastly smoothing it over the roundness of her butt cheek. Then, with that same index finger, she beckoned me to follow her.

  Jason released me, and I walked as if in a trance as Cassandra took us farther into the house—through the living room and then up the staircase—all the while my eyes fixated on her flawless, heart-shaped butt cheeks.

  Effortlessly she pushed open the bedroom doors, and I found myself staring at a gigantic king-size sleigh bed meticulously dressed in shades of golds and burgundies that reminded me of a warm autumn day. Like a cat, she stretched herself out on top of the bed, resting herself on the numerous pillows, which gave me an unobstructed view of her full breasts with rose-colored areolas and sight of her plump-lipped, shaved pussy. I caught the hint of a flash of metal as Cassandra used two fingers to part her pussy lips before flicking a finger over a silver clit ring. I stood mesmerized as she dipped a finger inside herself and then pulled it out, bringing it to her lips before seductively sucking off her own juices. Wickedly she nodded to Jason. “Don’t make me wait, Jason baby. I’m so tired of waiting.”

  Hands—Jason’s strong hands began to carefully strip me out of my clothes. With each layer, he removed, Cassandra’s hazel eyes grew darker while she waited patiently for him to finish. When he unsnapped my bra, and removed my underwear, Cassandra licked her lips as if it was dinnertime and I was the main course.

  “Come here,” she commanded. “I want to touch you.”

  I heard another zipper and the rustling of more clothes as Jason undressed behind me while I climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to Cassandra.

  “Stop,” she commanded again, reaching forward and placing a hand on my stomach as she firmly pushed me back onto my haunches.

  I rested my hands on the tops of my thighs, too nervous to do anything else with them. “Cassandra . . . I . . I began.

  “Shhh . . .” She placed a finger over my lips. “My God, you are perfect—simply a vision.” Her finger fell from my lips and began to fondle my breasts as she moved back and forth between them. “You have such perky tits, Nikki. And these thick, puffy nipples”—she rolled one of them between her fingers, and my eyes fluttered closed while I moaned— “just begging to be sucked. What do you think, Jason?”
She applied more pressure while continuing to roll my nipple between her fingers. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was seeing stars.

  “I think, that she is everything, we thought she would be, darling.” He had joined us on the bed; his muscular, naked body eclipsing my frame.

  I raked my eyes over him, not ashamed to admit to myself that I had secretly fantasized about him when Brad would get in a funk and withhold sex. They were so close in years, the brothers. “Brad . . . he . . .” The reality of my situation crept back to the forefront of my mind.

  “Shhh . . .” Cassandra brought her lips to mine, easing them open as she tenderly kissed me. “You have nothing to worry about,” she said between kisses while Jason sought out one of my breasts, lapping at the nipple. “We’ll take care of everything, Nikki, just like we are going to take care of you.”

  My hands found their purpose as they explored the bodies before me. I was in uncharted territory as I awkwardly caressed them, not knowing what to do next. My sexual expertise had extended to only a few college boyfriends and then eventually to my marriage to Brad. The heightened awareness of my ineptitude caused me to withdraw.

  “There’s no reason to get shy, Nikki.” Cassandra rolled me past her, easing my body back onto the pillows. “You deserve to be pleasured. You deserve to be happy.” She casually parted my legs as she ran wide circles over my skin with her thumb. “Don’t you want to be happy?”

  Jason propped his head up on one arm while lounging beside me. With his free hand, he caressed my cheek. “We can make you happy, Nikki. Just say yes.” His fingers rolled over my bottom lip. “Say yes,” he whispered as he bent forward to kiss me.

  “Yes,” I breathily replied.

  At the same time that Jason’s lips covered mine, Cassandra sank her mouth down onto my pussy. I arched upward, overwhelmed with sensation. Jason’s kiss was dominant and wet as his tongue sought out mine while he explored my mouth. Cassandra’s kiss was of a different kind as she licked at my folds and then rolled her tongue over my engorged clit. Never in my life had I felt so alive than in that moment.