Leslie's husband loves that
men want her. She's sweet and vivacious, sassy and sexy, and has the libido
(and the body) of a nymph! Darren will gladly share his horny wife with any man
she deems worthy, and right now she wants his best friend Bo. The handsome
Texan has dealt with nonstop tragedy since being discharged from the military,
losing both his sister and his job in short order. Gripped by depression, Bo is
in dire need of cheering up. When the vet accepts Darren's offer to stay with
them until he gets back on his feet, he has no idea what's in store. Leslie's
going to show this soldier a very good time!
This erotic tale is 17,000 words and for readers 18 and up.
I had the coffee ready for
Darren before he headed off to work. When he joined Bo at the table I hung back
in the corner to watch the two men play. They really were like brothers. There
was the same intimacy, rivalry, dumb jokes, secret references. He didn't have
long but he made the few minutes count.
When he got up to leave he
clapped the big man on his shoulder. "Bo, I just want to make one thing
clear before I go--"
"I know, I know,"
Bo chuckled, "keep my hands off your wife."
Darren's grin was to die for.
"Well, unless she asks you to."
Bo was caught in a half-grin.
His eyes quickly swiveled from his sergeant to me. "You know, comin' from
the South, I'm a little slow," he said. "Can you run that by me one
Darren just patted his arm.
"Mi casa, tu casa. What's mine is yours." He rounded the kitchen to give
me my kiss goodbye. "It's gonna be a long day, sweetie. Show him a good
I squeaked when he squeezed
my bum. "Of course, dear," I said huskily. "I'll put a plate in
the oven for when you get in."
Darren stopped by Bo one more
time just to make sure he got the message. "Whatever she says, she's got
my blessing. She's the squad leader by proxy."
Bo's perplexed expression
followed my husband all the way out the door. "I think I'm missing
something," he said.
With a smooth flick of my
finger I switched off the coffee pot. With a smooth, hip-swaying stroll I
rounded the table. Smoothest of all, I slid into Bo's lap and draped my arms
over his shoulders. "You were," I said. "Now you're not."
His hand trembled as it
pressed into my back. He felt me the way I felt for cobwebs in the garage,
reluctantly, unsure if there was substance to be had or if the terrible thing
was all in his imagination. "Leslie girl, I know you've been teasing me
all morning but you gotta stop. It's been a long dry summer."
I ran the edges of my nails
along the fuzz of his earlobe. "Longer than that, I think. To hear Darren
tell it, you've been celibate for at least a year."
Bo sighed. "You tell
each other everything, huh?"
said. "He told me you might like this..." My nails bit into the back
of his neck to draw him into a soft kiss. It was almost chaste, but my tongue
slipped out at the very end to wet his handsome lips.
His eyes were unfocused when
we parted. His voice rumbled from his throat like low thunder. "What do
you want?" he breathed.
I pushed my nose into his
neck to nuzzle him. "I want to make you feel good, honey."
The big hand on my back
spread over my spine. The other hand slipped softly over my naked thighs.
"Oh, Leslie," he breathed. "Don't, girl. Don't tease me."
"No teasing," I
promised. My teeth sank into his bearded chin. "I wouldn't do that to you,
Bo. He loves you, and he wants me to take care of you." I ran my palm down
his solid abdominals. He was fragile beneath all those muscles but I knew if I
pushed hard enough the monster would break free. "I can't fix you, honey,
but I can help. I want to help. I want you to help me."
"Les, are you
sure?" Bo whispered. "You're his--"
I rolled my thumb over his lips. "I am his," I
said, "and he's loaning me to you. Do you want me?"
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About the Author
Veronica Sloan writes very dirty stories. Her erotica is explicit and steamy, and no topic is too taboo. A Chicago girl at heart, Veronica graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism with every intention of writing very important things about very important people. Currently, she spends her days writing about pop culture and her nights writing about lusty men and women and their naughty predilections. She loves big dogs, hot yoga and songs that are stupidly catchy. Visit her at https://www.veronica-sloan-erotica.com/home/.