Chastity Grace is a good girl and a good wife. But when her straying husband goes away on one of his 'business trips', she's left fighting her lust for a hunky young farmhand - and she's having real trouble saying no. Can this neglected housewife handle the heat? This erotic story contains sexual content and is for adults only.
John didn’t make a move away. His blue eyes searched her face. “Ma’am?”
“Yes?” she asked, breathless. She could almost taste his lips.
“I’ve been made aware that you’re a married woman.”
Married? What was that? What did it matter when she felt fire in her veins? “I am, but...”
“But I wouldn’t want you to do anything you’d be ashamed of.” John’s lips tipped forward and brushed hers, then, in just a hint of a kiss.
All too quickly, the warmth was gone. John stepped back. He nodded his head. “Good night, ma’am,” he said, and turned.
“I’m not ashamed.”
Chastity wasn’t sure what possessed her. She tugged the tie on her robe and let it fall down her shoulders. Her worn, nearly see-through white cotton nightgown revealed her shoulders and the shape of her breasts. As he turned to look at her, she let the robe slip off entirely. It pooled at her feet.
John visibly swallowed. His blue eyes seemed to burn in the low light.
She slipped her nightgown’s straps off her shoulders, pausing only to caress her nipples through the soft cloth before she let her nightgown fall. She stepped out of her nightclothes.
He didn’t move closer, nor did he move away.
Chastity found her voice. “I’m not ashamed.” She drank in his body, the hardness of his broad shoulders, his lean hips, the growing bulge in his jeans. Stray doubts flashed through her mind and were silenced by the heat in her sex. She wanted him to take her, possess her, fuck her until she was drunk with lust. “I want you.” She already felt slick and hot between her legs. She’d been craving him since that morning.