A place where family and belief were separate from carnal pleasure?
There was so much to contemplate, it made her head hurt.
Caroline finally sat up and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her. But the park was quiet. She gazed out at the lake and let her thoughts wander to Jace and their life together. They had so many wonderful memories. All their years as a couple tumbled together, the day they first met, Christmases, birthdays, their wedding day, his smile, his heart, their love.
She made a decision.
Right then and there.
No more foolish daydreams. She wanted a quiet life with Jason. It was the only way. She wasn’t cut out to live on an emotional roller coaster. It would eventually tear her apart. Even if Piper was right and society was wrong, Caroline had too much baggage to make such a huge life change, especially one that was so socially unacceptable. She wasn’t wired that way. Her upbringing had been too strict. It wasn’t something she would be able to change even if she wanted to. She and Jace would never come out unscathed. She knew that. She loved her husband and her marriage, and she wanted to keep that whole more than one hot night of sex with a stranger.
She stood and brushed dirt from the park bench off her pants. As she did, she vowed she would double her efforts to make sure her sex life with Jace was spicy and brand new without any outside interference.
She would be the smitten kitten Jace adored.
And once she did that, she was certain her daydreams would be left behind for good.
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“More, Jason…yes, just like that,” Caroline panted. The moans from the porn playing in the background made her nipples harden.
She couldn’t believe she was actually seated in a sex swing.
Her legs were spread wide in the air, her feet braced in the loops. It was less of a swing and more like a harness, but her husband’s hunch that they would enjoy it had been right on the money. The freedom of movement was divine, and seeing him naked and standing sentinel in front of her, gliding her body forward and back like a pendulum, was nothing short of epically erotic.
Jace had beaten her at her own game in the make-it-new pleasure department.
He’d been fairly tight-lipped about his lunch with Michael, giving her only a few insights. But he’d confessed that he’d had an epiphany while he’d been there and was excited to “surprise” her.
She’d been game to play along.
They’d been bantering back and forth for two days, building their excitement for what was to come. During it all, Jason had banned her from entering the guest room in the basement. She’d been beyond curious about what he’d been doing down there.
Tonight the time had finally arrived to find out.
Her husband had come home early with champagne and takeout from one of their favorite restaurants. They’d eaten at the kitchen table by candlelight. Once they were done, and fully stimulated by all their sexy talk, he’d knotted a scarf around her eyes and led her down to the bedroom.
This guest room was rarely ever used. Caroline’s mother was its exclusive visitor. Genevieve Bowman preferred the big walk-in bathroom they’d remodeled down there to the smaller shared one upstairs. This was an older home, without many of the standard conveniences now found in most new homes.
Jason dropped the blindfold once he’d ushered her into the room, and she’d been amazed—and a little overwhelmed—by what she’d seen.
He’d created a private sex lair for them.
There was no better word for it.
A huge flat-screen TV had been mounted on one wall. A swing dangled from the ceiling in the middle. The queen-size bed that had been there had been pushed into the far corner, and there were mirrors on the ceiling above it. Jason had even repainted the walls a dark plum to make it more intimate.
“I don’t know what to say,” she’d stammered. Porn had already been queued up, and it was one of her favorites. The couple in this one actually seemed like they were enjoying the act, and the woman had an orgasm in the end.
“Say you love it,” Jason had said with a smile.
Remembering her decision to do whatever it took, she’d turned a mischievous grin on her husband and said, “I love it.” She’d meant it. “Let’s start with the swing.”
So there they were.
And it was amazing.
“This is so hot,” Jace groaned. “Why didn’t we think of doing this sooner?” He swung her out and pinned her back onto his hard cock. Caroline moaned along in pleasure, angling her pelvis perfectly so it fit firmly against her husband’s hard abs. The intensity of the motion made her want to shout and tears had sprung into her eyes.
It was that good.
“We didn’t think of this sooner because you don’t go out to lunch with Michael often enough,” Caroline answered. Once she caught her husband’s look of surprise, she continued with, “Don’t think…yes, please, just like that… I don’t know where this idea came from. You didn’t want to tell me, but I knew it the moment you said you had a plan that it came from Michael.” Her voice went up on the last word as Jace clapped her against him hard, her toes curling in pleasure.
Jason braced his legs apart, not answering as he guided her onto him again and again until they were both sweating. “Who cares where the idea came from?” he finally answered, stilling her by gripping her waist tightly, his fingers digging deliciously into her skin. Then he began to impale her with firm, quick thrusts from his talented hips, banging into her, causing the swing to move just enough to allow her to bounce back against him, hard.
“Ohhhh,” Caroline groaned. “There’s so much…friction. It feels so good.” She wiggled her ass, trying to get closer to him.
He thrust twice more, his hands still gripped firmly around her waist, and then he stopped, locking her in place, his cock buried inside her. He kept her nailed to him as he leaned over and took a tight nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Caroline gasped as she tossed her head back. It dangled in space with no support, her long hair swaying back and forth, adding to all the luxurious new sensations.
He broke the seal on her breast and started to swing her again, her head still arched backward. “What if I told you this was Michael and Piper’s swing?” he confessed in a low tone. “That I borrowed it?” Caroline’s head whipped up as her husband’s hands began to move the swing faster. He pumped into her. Each thrust became more frantic than the next.
“What are you talking about?” Caroline cried.
“This swing”—he thrust—“is theirs. Michael told me that sex in this had the potential”—faster—“to be mind-bending”—another thrust—“but I couldn’t find one in town”—he grunted as he brought them together hard, the sound of their bodies connecting drowning out the moaning from the porn—“so I did the next best thing. I borrowed theirs.”
“Jace,” Caroline gasped. She couldn’t think with him pumping inside her. “That’s so—”
“Fucking hot, Caroline,” he panted. “It’s so fucking hot. Seeing you spread like this with your tits bouncing in the air and your beautiful ass propped up for me is so damn perfect.” He stopped the momentum and slipped out to the very tip, barely seated inside her, and held her there.
It was divine torture.
She wriggled, trying to get closer. She needed him deep.
“But, Jace, then Michael and Piper know we—”
“Came all night long in their swing,” he agreed, plunging into her. She yelled, her voice breaking. “They do.” He withdrew, then entered her again slowly, using his hands to mold her thighs tightly around him, staring down at her. “And every time they use it, they’re going to think about us fucking in it.”
Caroline groaned at his words, dropping her head back again, giving in to the pleasure.