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Excerpt:
Madison Holloway regarded her pretty
blond-haired friend over the rim of her coffee mug. Both of their
husbands worked at the same architectural consulting firm, and with all
of the parties and social functions the company held it was natural that
she and Heather Lowelle had become friends. They also lived on the same
block as each other, which meant that they were able to spend a lot of
time together. Their friendship had deepened over time to the point that
Madison now felt that she could talk to Heather about anything.
They had just come back from their weekly Pilates class at the gym, and
as they usually did, they were relaxing over coffee.
“Heather, can I ask you something?”
From where she sat curled up on the other end of the couch, the other
girl nodded. “Sure,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “What is it?”
Madison hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to
come up with the most diplomatic way to word the question. Deciding that
being straightforward would probably be the best, she tucked a strand of
brunette hair behind her ear, took a deep breath and met her friend’s
gaze levelly for almost a whole five seconds before lowering her own to
look down at her coffee.
“How many times a week do you and Derek...have sex?” she finally said.
If Heather thought the question were too personal, she gave no
indication of it. Not that she would, Madison supposed. After all, it
wasn’t like this was the first time that the two of them had ever talked
about sex. But they had always kept their conversations general and
rather superficial. Asking a detailed question like this seemed to be
somehow a little more private. But Madison needed some advice.
Her friend only shrugged, though. “Three or four,” she said, and then
smiled as she added, “Sometimes more, if he comes home for a quickie at
lunch.”
Madison blinked, but said nothing. A quickie at lunch? Her husband,
Trent, hadn’t come home to have a quickie at lunch since they were
newlyweds, and that had been four years ago. Heather and her husband had
been married almost twice that. Trent and Derek worked in the same
office. If Derek came home, she didn’t know why Trent couldn’t. Madison
frowned. Just one more thing to think about.
“Why?” Heather asked, taking another sip of coffee. “How many times do
you guys have sex?”
Now it was Madison who shrugged. “Once or twice, usually on the
weekend,” she admitted. “Unless we’re too busy to get around to it.” She
thought a moment, and then added, “But I’m a little worried about the
quality of it more than the quantity. Even when we do find the time to
make love, it’s not as exciting as it used to be. I mean, I love Trent
with all my heart, but it’s like our marriage is missing something in
the sex department.”
God, she couldn’t believe she was even talking about this, even if it
were with her best friend. But if she didn’t discuss it with someone,
Madison thought she was going to go crazy. When she and Trent were first
married, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Now,
their lovemaking consisted of a few kisses, some quick foreplay, and sex
in the missionary position before bedtime. It wasn’t that Trent wasn’t
interested in her anymore; it was just that their sex life had gotten
into a rut, and she wanted to do something about it before it got any
duller.
“After a few years, that’s kind of natural,” Heather was saying, her
voice soft and understanding.
Madison gave her a rueful smile. “Apparently not for you and Derek.”
Heather laughed. “Derek and I went through the same thing, believe me,”
she said. “We just had to learn how to spice things up.”
Madison’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Heather shrugged. “We just decided together that we had to try different
things and pay a little bit more attention to both of our needs. We
started with sex toys first, you know, dildos and vibrators, and then
experimented with some light bondage and role-playing.” She gave Madison
a naughty smile. “But what really did it for us was spanking.”
As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and
Trent being adventurous enough to try something like bondage, but at the
mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.
“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”
But Heather only grinned.
Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”
“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And
I make sure that I’m bad a lot.”
Madison didn’t know what to say to that, but thankfully she didn’t have
to because at that moment, the telephone rang. Setting her mug down on
the coffee table, Heather went into the kitchen to answer it. The house
had an open floor plan, much like Madison and Trent’s home did, and as
Madison watched her friend pick up the cordless phone and hold it to her
ear, she tried to picture the pretty blond being put over her husband’s
knee for a spanking, but all she could seem to think about was what she
would look like in that same position.
The image of herself draped over her handsome husband’s knee was so
vivid that it made Madison blush, and she hastily took a sip of coffee
as Heather came back into the living room.
“You know,” Heather said, picking up her coffee mug and sitting down on
the couch again. “You and Trent might want to think about giving
spanking a try before you totally rule it out.” She smiled. “It can be
really fun, not to mention a complete turn-on.”
Madison shook her head. “I don’t see how getting spanked can be a
turn-on,” she said, and then, suddenly afraid that she’d just insulted
her friend, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be into
it.”
Heather laughed, assuring Madison that she hadn’t been offended. “Hey, I
never would have thought that I’d enjoy being spanked, either, until I
tried it a few times, but whatever. Different strokes, right?” was all
she said.
Much to Madison’s relief, Heather changed the subject, and they were
talking about what a killer workout they’d gotten that morning at their
Pilates class when the sound of the garage door opening made her
friend’s brown eyes go wide.
“That’s Derek!” she exclaimed. “I forgot he was coming home for lunch.”
Remembering their earlier conversation about the other couple’s penchant
for lunchtime quickies, Madison couldn’t help but be a little envious as
she heard the car door close. She was just getting ready to ask if she
should leave, but apparently Heather had other ideas.
In a flash, Heather was off the couch. Grabbing Madison’s hand, she
pulled her to her feet. “Quick, in here!” she said, leading her across
the space to the bonus room they had off their living room and
half-pushing her inside. “I was supposed to be cleaning up in there so
that we can start painting and I don’t want him to know that I spent the
entire morning talking with you instead.”
Madison’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything,
Heather pulled the door halfway closed and hurried back into the living
room. Looking around, Madison’s brow lifted as she took in her
surroundings. The room looked like a carbon copy of one that she and
Trent had in their house, only with more junk. Heather had mentioned
something about them wanting to turn it into a game room, but that had
been weeks ago. Wondering how long she was going to be confined there,
Madison glanced out the half-open door just in time to see Heather throw
her arms around her husband’s neck and kiss him passionately on the
mouth.
Both tall, blond, and athletically built, Heather and Derek made an
attractive couple, and as Madison watched them kissing, she found
herself wondering how she could get her own husband to come home for
lunch sometime. But then her attention was drawn back to the couple in
the living room as she heard Derek’s deep voice.
“So,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Did you
clean up like I asked you to?”
Heather hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Uhm...not really.”
Derek folded his arms over his chest and when he spoke his voice had
taken on a firm tone. “Why not, Heather?”
Madison hoped that she hadn’t gotten her friend into any trouble. She
definitely didn’t want to hide out back here and hear them have an
argument. And what if he came in the cluttered room? It was what they
were talking about, after all. She would be completely mortified to be
found eavesdropping.
Madison saw her friend look away, as if not wanting to meet her
husband’s gaze. “Madison came over after our workout and we got to
talking, and before I knew it, it was already noon,” Heather said
softly.
Derek lifted a brow as he regarded his wife. “Heather, you got back from
your workout three hours ago,” he said. “Are you trying to tell me that
you’ve done nothing but talk that whole time? You promised me that you’d
get that room done today.”
Heather put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. “It’s not like I
could throw her out,” she told him indignantly. “Besides, she always
comes over after our workout.”
“So, you’re blaming Madison?”
Heather quickly shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, looking
up at him. “It’s just that...”
“You were trying to make excuses for not doing as you were told,” Derek
interrupted.
Heather opened her mouth as if to reply, but then lowered her gaze to
stare down at the floor, and Madison’s brow furrowed at her friend’s odd
behavior. Heather had always been spunky and Madison had never seen her
step back from a confrontation. But Heather definitely didn’t look
defiant now. In fact, she looked totally meek.
“Go get the hairbrush, Heather,” Derek said.
The words were so soft that Madison almost hadn’t heard them, but
Heather jerked her head up, her eyes wide.
“B-but...” she stammered.
“Now, Heather,” her husband ordered, and this time, his tone brooked no
argument.
It wasn’t like he was mad at her, Madison thought, just very firm.
Though she couldn’t imagine what he wanted the hairbrush for.
Heather didn’t hesitate, but turned and made her way across the living
room toward the stairs. To do so, she had to pass the room in which
Madison was hiding, and as she did, Madison could see the other girl’s
lips curve into a smile as her friend hurried up the stairs.
Abruptly, the conversation she and Heather had had earlier about
spanking came rushing back to her and Madison blinked. Surely, Heather’s
husband wasn’t going to spank her, she thought. But as Heather came back
downstairs with a highly-polished wooden hairbrush in her hand, Madison
realized that Derek was going to do just that!
For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t
seem right to see her best friend get punished. But her curious side
made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t help but remember what
Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.
Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as
she watched the scene unfold before her.
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