That night, after they fueled and packed their small Accord, they curled up in front of the fire, wrapped in a thin blanket, each holding a glass of wine. The sap in the wood popped and sizzled, the dancing flames hypnotizing the two of them. Faith leaned back against Selby's chest, losing herself in the fire and the beating of his heart. She could easily drift off to sleep sitting in his arms. Peacefulness washed over her, taking her breath away even seven plus years later. He had been the one to anchor her heart, her soul.She reached up, sliding her hand up his arm and over his neck, up into his blond hair. With a deep breath, she pulled him closer, needing that contact.Selby wrapped himself around her, snaking his arms around her waist. He buried his face into her neck, breathing her in. "What are you thinking, love?"She stayed quiet a moment, lost in the feel of him, his strength around her. She closed her eyes, wrapped in the heat of him behind her and the fire in front of her.
Sometime in the night, Faith woke, and they stumbled to their bed, stripped down, and slept again. At five-thirty, the alarm went off and their weekend adventure began. It was in the beginning of their marriage they began to take spontaneous trips, much to her parents'—more her mother's—grumbling. Weekend trips were fine as long as you were still in your pew come Sunday morning. The difference between going to Heaven or Hell was how many times you skipped church. Valerie Driscoll blamed Selby for Faith's downward spiral."Plenty of boys for you to marry here at the church, and you go and find a dreamer who's never graced a church step in his life," her mother scolded when Faith brought Selby home."Selby has more personality than those sheep at church.""We are called to be sheep. Those men are following the Lord's path for their lives.""Sheep are brainless animals, Mother. They'll follow one another over the side of a cliff unless someone stops them. Do you ever wonder why you are ca
Madeira Beach is a small community below the Clearwater area on the West Coast of Florida with a Key West feel to it. It was more of a beach community than a city. Bike paths outnumbered the streets, and a canal ran alongside the road opposite the shoreline. Furthermore, most restaurants and businesses had a boat dock for customers to arrive by water. The beach back home was more laid back than the mainland, but you could still feel the city encroaching on your location. Madeira Beach was different. Faith had not realized how much she missed the place until they pulled up into their condo rental.Selby always found a room directly on the beach close to a place called John's Pass, which was full of specialty shops and small eateries. Everything was low key, laid back. They checked in, put the bags in their room and locked the car knowing they wouldn't get into it again until they were ready to return home. Breathing in the calmness that filled the air, Faith doubted she'd ever be ready
"This is something new we tried this year," the older man said as he poured two swallows into each of the clear wine glasses. "When tasting a wine for the first time, you should ignore the first sip as it's a shock to your senses. Always judge the wine by the second swallow as to whether you like it or not; never the first." He then proceeded to explain the mango and peach combination they sampled.Selby only half paid attention. His main focus was on the images in the mirror behind the bar, which gave him a perfect view of Paul and Faith. Selby thought it cute how flustered Faith became with Paul's arrival. Selby had watched her blossom into an adventurous woman over the past year, allowing herself to explore a side of her she had kept buried for so long. It was a side that had embarrassed her in high school, causing her to bury it, and yet, while buried, it never completely disappeared.Breathing in the fruity aroma of the Chardonnay, Selby's mind drifted backward to a day at the bea
Faith wished they had more crackers to eat as they were on their sixth wine sample, and she began to feel the effects. Paul had scooted closer to her, and she felt his breath caress her arm. Selby nuzzled in on the other side and would lean down occasionally and kiss her ear lobe every once in a while. Her body reacted to more than the wine, and it seemed both men encouraged it.When the wine tasting was over, both men bought a bottle, one white and one red. They tipped the silver-haired man and walked back out into the pre-evening air. The conversation was casual as the three of them started off toward the rented condo. Faith knew why Paul tagged along and knew Selby gave her what she wanted but hadn't asked for yet. The butterflies started as she worried about disappointing either of the two men. However, her body burned from the excitement and need that engulfed her. Her mind screamed that she shouldn't, but her body knew she would. This was the real reason they escaped on their occ
"Yes." The word fell from her lips before she could stop it. Oh god, she felt like such a slut, naked before this man, this stranger, her face pressed against his manhood. Yet, that feeling sent shivers through her, and every time he called her his tart, she felt her pussy get wetter."Tell us what you want."Her brain fought her. This was wrong. This slapped the face of what her parents raised her to believe was right. Yet, she couldn't help it. She surrendered to a desire that had always lay buried; she surrendered to whatever he wanted. "I want your cock. I want to feel it, taste it. I want you to take me, use me."Now she heard his laughter, cruel, yet so passionate. There was power in his voice. "Your husband sits behind you. Don't you want his cock?""I want yours. His. Both. God, please, fuck me."His hand tangled in her hair, holding her head still. "Unbutton my pants. Pull out what you want."And she did, with a hunger that surprised and scared her. He kept his hand on her hea
The sun was a bright pale yellow as it started its descent into the west. The sand underneath them felt like sugar with its softness. It was nothing like the beach back home, where the sand had a rougher texture. People dotted the sandy shore everywhere to watch the night spectacle. Of course, it was easier to be awake to watch the sunset than it was to see it rise, so it had a greater audience.Selby's hand caressed her skin as his arm wrapped around her back. She felt the cool air caress her face as they nestled in the soft sand, watching the pale sun slowly sink into the horizon, changing from pale yellow to a vibrant orange.Paul Butler had left their lives as easily as he had entered. After a glass of wine and some small talk about their trip so far and their plans for the rest of it, he made his departure by again kissing her knuckles. "Truly beyond lovely." His smile caught her breath again, and she felt the heat rush through her. He only chuckled at her blush. Paul then shook h
Selby held her hand with a firm grip as they crossed the beach to the Crab Shack. As it turned out, it was an actual shack. The rustic walls appeared to be driftwood thrown together haphazardly. Crab traps, nets, and boat paraphernalia decorated the inside, and the tables were, for the most part, a collection of picnic tables with benches. The food, however, was well worth it.Selby ordered them wine and allowed Faith a couple of glasses to help her unwind. He knew her well and knew the battle that raged within her. What excited her and what she wanted fought against the way her parents raised her, the teachings ingrained in her as to the difference between right and wrong. When Selby entered her life, he shook those viewpoints."You don't believe in morals?" she had asked him as he drank an Amber Bock while she sipped sweet tea. They were at a friend's party, and she had made it clear that drinking was evil. He responded by opening a cold bottle."Sure I do. I just don't believe they'