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'
After dinner, they went for another stroll on the beach. Stars replaced the sun and darkness the daylight. The number of people had dwindled, leaving them almost alone. Most of the locals, as well as visitors, had gravitated to the two beach clubs that offered live music and dancing and two-for-one cocktails. Faith and Selby walked, fingers intertwined, while the Gulf of Mexico licked at the shore.At one point, her mom called while they strolled the beach. "Your dad wants to have a cookout with the family tomorrow, so I'm calling you to ask if you'd like to join us." Faith rolled her eyes, but accepted. As much as she disagreed with her mom, Faith loved visiting her dad, and would never refuse a chance to see him."We drove by your house to invite you in person, but you weren't home," her mother said. "Sounds like you're at the beach. Why would you go to another beach when you live on one?"Faith took a deep breath. Here it goes. "Because you can't see the sunset on our beach.""The s
"I don't want to do this," Faith said as Selby pulled into her parents' driveway."Then, why did you say yes? I was quite happy with you naked in our room."Sometime during the evening, Selby had carried her to bed and wrapped his arms around her as they drifted back off to sleep. She had woken up early and served him breakfast in bed, her mind in turmoil over her behavior during their lovemaking. She wanted to apologize but was too embarrassed to even bring up the subject. Selby had been the gentleman and not commented on it. She knew he was waiting to talk about it. Nothing fazed him, and he seemed to relish the verbal play of their sex. Yet, she knew he would wait to talk about it until she was ready. She wasn't ready. Nowhere near ready."Like saying 'No' is ever an option with my mother." She sighed as she released her seat belt. "Besides, I love my dad. It's my mom that's the bitch.""Such strong language from such a little girl." Selby took her hand and kissed it. "Let's go see
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.