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  Carol’s Trinity 3

  A Hotwife Menage

  Kirsten McCurran

  Aphrodite Omnimedia

  © 2019 Aphrodite Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical or electronic without the explicit written permission of the copyright holder.

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or places is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover image © yurok. Licensed from iStock. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.

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  First Smashwords edition published digitally March 2019.

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Carol’s Trinity Series

  Stephanie’s Hotwife Seduction

  Shoot the Messenger

  About the Author

  One

  My phone is blowing up in my purse as I wait at the door. I can guess who it is. Noah started texting me on my drive over and hasn’t stopped, even after I told him I was on a mom errand. His reply: it’s so hot when u get all maternal like that. makes me want u to get dirty. My response: just stop. I do not need Noah equating my normal life with whatever it is we have going on the side. But I must admit, the intrusion of my secret life into my everyday life does give me a tingle. My thoughts are pulled away from Noah and my dirty extracurricular activities when the door in front of me opens.

  “Hey, Carol. Come on in,” Sue says, holding open the door.

  “Sure. Sorry about the interruption.” I’d hoped to make this a quick trip, but Sue can be a talker. It doesn’t look like I’ll be just grabbing the textbook at the door and going.

  Sue and Don have a lovely home, even if Sue and I don’t share the same sense of style. It’s funny. I don’t think Don could have found two more different women to marry, but maybe that’s why his second marriage has lasted much longer than ours did. I follow Sue through to the open-plan kitchen, which is just off the great room at the back of the house. This is where we tend to congregate in the suburbs, although John and I live in an older Cape Cod with a traditional kitchen, not a more modern McMansion. We don’t need 5000 square feet, and I have no idea how I’d clean the cobwebs from cathedral ceilings.

  “How are John and Isabella?” Sue asks.

  “Good. Everyone is good. And you guys?”

  “Things are great! Hayden’s squad just won a cheerleading award and we’re pretty sure Charlie’s about to be accepted to the gifted program, just like his dad.”

  “Brandon always says how smart Charlie is,” I reply.

  “He’s such a great big brother. You and Don are great parents.”

  “You’re a part of that too, Sue. Don’t forget it.” I know Sue is groping for a compliment and looking to be included, and I don’t mind biting on it. She means well, and she is good to Brandon.

  Sue and I have a good relationship, as good as can be expected, I think. I know some women become good friends with their ex’s new wives and maybe that would be possible if Sue and I weren’t so different—being blonde is our only similarity. We got off to a rocky start. Sue was chilly to me in the beginning. John thinks it was because she felt threatened by me, which always gives me a laugh. I’m the last woman on Earth she has to worry about when it comes to Don. Besides, he’s too dull to cheat.

  I must admit, I wonder sometimes if Sue is as boring as Don is, or if she’s silently suffering like I did. I’m not suggesting everyone should be having threesomes or tying each other up, but my ex-husband really was a missionary position in the dark kind of guy most of the time. If we even started fooling around in the living room, he’d want to move it up to the bedroom before things went too far. He liked it when I went down on him, but he’d never ask for it and I eventually stopped doing it because he came so damn fast when I did, which left me high and dry. Don didn’t return the favor. Could Sue be as lame in bed as Don? As I watch my ex’s perky, cheery second wife, I wonder if she has an inner freak. Is she secretly dying for Don to take her like a dominant man? Does she have a vibrator hidden in the back of her sweater drawer that he’d never guess about? Maybe she’s fucking the landscaper behind his back. Probably not, Sue just doesn’t seem that interesting. But then, how can one really say what people get up to in their private lives? Would anyone in my life guess the crazy things I do in private? I smile, thinking how I was just up to one of those things this afternoon.

  I’ve been thinking a lot more about these things ever since my husband offered me up for a wild threesome as my 40th birthday present. Did I react with shock or horror? Did I smack him and leave like a normal woman would? No, I jumped right in. I let those boys have their way with me and loved every second of it. I don’t think anyone would guess I’m that kind of girl. Sue could very well have some hidden freak I know nothing about, and maybe she’s the woman to bring out Don’s inner freak, just like John unleashed the wild woman in me. But looking around Sue and Don’s perfectly decorated, Martha Stewart accessorized home, I sort of doubt any of that is going on. I doubt there’s ever a set of handcuffs latched to their headboard.

  “Did you find Brandon’s math book?” I ask, trying to keep on subject. I’m too easily distracted these days.

  “Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to look yet. I only just got home from work. Don should be home any minute now, too. He’s getting the kids from aftercare.”

  “Awesome. Yeah, I really need to get back too, so Brandon can finish his homework.”

  “Right. I thought maybe you were going out. You look so nice,” Sue says.

  “Nope. Just on my way home.”

  “Let me go up and look in his room. I’ll be right back.”

  Just on my way home from my boytoy’s place, I think as she leaves me alone in her kitchen. I do look nice. I don’t look too slutty because Conner and I had lunch before going back to his place, which meant I had to look acceptable for public consumption. But there’d been a few less buttons done up on my green cardigan when I was with him, and I’d been wearing heels with my tight jeans, not flats. A quick shower afterward when Conner was done with me returned me to my normal suburban mom condition, although if Sue got close enough, she might smell my lover’s cum on my lips. I couldn’t get out his door without blowing him one last time. I don’t know if I ever would have left if Brandon hadn’t started texting me about his textbook. Dinner could have taken care of itself. John and the kids could always order out.

  My phone starts pinging again and I take it out of my purse. It’s Noah, in the group text we share with his friend Mateo, Conner and my husband, John. Conner also has a separate group text with John and me.

  [Noah] all hot and bothered over here thinking about u. throw a guy a bone and text something sexy. Did u have fun with Conner today?

  He’s feeling jealous. I get it. I haven’t seen Noah or Mateo even once since that night at the resort a couple months ago, but I’ve seen Conner twice now. Twice in about a week. I close my eyes and I can still feel Conner’s big arms around me. I feel his thick cock spreading me open and driving me to a heavenly climax. If he didn’t leave me so tired and sore, I might be tempted to rush right back into Conner’s arms. I’m a little tempted anyway. I shoot a message back to the guys.

  [Me] we had fun. I need a nap now

  [Noah] me too! Need a cuddle buddy?

  [Me] don’t th
ink I’d get to nap if u were there

  [Noah] maybe not

  [Me] don’t worry. I’ll see u guys soon

  [Mateo] u keep saying that. we miss u baby

  I’m surprised to see Mateo jump in, but I shouldn’t be. I’m still getting used to group sexting—not that John and I have done a ton of one-on-one sexting. We’re responsible adults!

  [Me] aww that’s sweet honey. Miss u guys too. Promise it’ll be soon

  [Noah] give us a taste. Show us u mean it

  I look toward the hallway and can’t believe I’m even considering it. It shows how much I’ve changed since that night of my birthday surprise. I’ve never been a prude, but I’d never have considered sneaking a sexy selfie at my ex-husband’s house. It’s reckless and crazy and I absolutely shouldn’t go there, but the second the thought enters my head, I know I’m going to do it. My heart starts pounding and I realize the danger of it excites me as much as the act itself.

  After a quick look down the hallway to make sure Sue isn’t coming, I scoot into the great room and make my way to the corner of their enormous sectional couch. It’s dull beige leather—Don’s choice, I’m sure, but I must admit it’s supremely comfortable. I sink into the buttery leather and unbutton my cardigan, pulling it wide open. The green bra beneath is edged with black lace. Conner appreciated that my whole outfit matched. My honey blonde hair is up in a ponytail, which makes me look more cute than sexy, but I put it up wet and can’t take it down now. I snap a few quick photos, hoping I got something good. I bite my lip and look directly into the camera, my blue eyes twinkling behind my glasses. It’s a new level of recklessness. Until now, I’ve been careful to keep my face out of sexy selfies. A deep breath precedes a nervous look over my shoulder, and I scoop my boobs out of the bra. They look great pushed up like that, and I snap a couple more photos. I’m barely done clicking when I hear Sue’s kitten heels on the hardwood of the hallway.

  “Carol?” Sue calls.

  “In here. I decided to have a seat.”

  Sue comes into view just as I finish buttoning my sweater. I heave myself out of the enveloping couch and nearly topple over. It would be funny if I wasn’t so tense.

  “You don’t have to jump up.”

  “I really do need to get home. It’s just that it’s been a long day and I wanted a second to get off my feet.”

  “Sure. Okay. Here’s Brandon’s book. It was under a pile of his laundry.”

  “I’ve spoken to him about that. I’ll do it again. If you want to grab it, I’ll take it with me and make him do it.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind taking care of it. I have a ton of laundry to do anyway.”

  “You’re too nice,” I say.

  “Everyone says that, but it’s not really true. I’m just like anyone else. I get cranky.”

  “But you are very sweet.”

  “I have a dark side, too. Get a few drinks in me…”

  “Oh? Do tell?” I move closer, encouraging her to think of me as a confidant.

  I don’t know why I care about her secrets, maybe an ex is never truly out of your system, or maybe if I uncover Sue’s deep, dark secrets it’ll make me feel a little better about mine. I’m not entirely unconflicted about my new sideline.

  Sue looks at me like she’s trying to decide whether she should confess her secrets. Her indecision makes me think this must be something big, and now she’s really got my interest. What could it be? I imagine Sue having a torrid affair with some guy from down the hall at work. They might meet in the copy room for their trysts. As her lips start to move, we both hear the front door open and there’s Don with their kids. Sue immediately shuts down and I know I’ve missed my window. She turns away from me and becomes Suzy Sunshine once again as she greets her husband and kids. Don looks surprised to see me.

  “Hey, Carol,” he says.

  “Don. Just picking something up for Brandon.” I wave the textbook as proof. I feel a small measure of guilt for defiling their great room and almost feel like Don can see it on my face. He’s looking at me funny and when his eyes flick down, I realize that not only is my sweater mis-buttoned, but I’m showing an indecent amount of cleavage. Indecent for my ex-husband’s suburban great room anyway. Was Sue too polite to say something, or is looking at my breasts still the first thing Don does? I sense his struggle to keep his eyes directed at mine.

  “That kid has got to start being more responsible,” he says.

  “He’ll get it figured out.” We’re out of conversation that quickly and I say, “I’d better get going.”

  “I’ll see you out,” Don says.

  Don follows me down the hallway and I swear now he’s staring at my butt. It looks really good in these jeans, which is why I wore them for Conner. Is Don eating his heart out? If he’d shown this much interest all those years ago, we might still be married. We pause at the door and we both pretend my sweater is buttoned normally. But Don’s eyes keep flicking down and I can’t help pushing out my chest. I really have become terrible.

  “It’s nice to see you. You look good.” Don says, eyes madly flickering up and down. I’m tempted to tell him it’s okay if he stares.

  “You too. I’ll drop Brandon off Friday night.”

  “Do you guys have big weekend plans?”

  “Nothing yet, but I like to go with the breeze and see where it takes me. John’s pretty loose too.”

  “Yeah, I think he gets you.”

  You have no idea, I think. “He does. It’s why I love him so much. Sue’s great, too.”

  “Yeah, she really is. Great mother.”

  We share another awkward silence and I get out of there. Don and I get along, but I’ve always felt he hasn’t quite forgiven me for leaving. It might be just my ego, but I think he might think of me as the one that got away. I know he loves Sue, but maybe he looks at me and sees a different life, one he would have had if he could have broken out of his shell.

  I’m laughing as I slide into my minivan and fix my sweater. God, what an amateurish mistake! I should stick to flashing in my scrubs—much less complicated. I know John will get a kick out of it when I tell him the story, especially the part about Don helplessly staring.

  I don’t want to linger in front of their house, so I park around the corner before pulling out my phone again and going through the photos. I really like the one where I’m looking into the camera, but I chicken out and only send the guys ones without my face. I send one with my bra containing me and another with my tits pushed out of it. I send the face photo to my husband. I stash the phone back in my purse and hear it blowing up as I drive home. I can’t wait to read my guys’ responses.

  Two

  “Those boys are getting impatient,” John says, coming into the bedroom. He sets his iPad on the nightstand and continues through to the en suite bathroom to brush his teeth. I’m on the bed, doing my end-of-the-day lotion routine.

  It takes me a second to figure out what he means. He’s talking about Noah and Mateo. The reaction to my photos was everything I could have hoped for. Noah told me what an awesome, daring slut I am—after I disclosed where the photos were taken—while Mateo told me all the things he would do to me, sharing that he’d be happy to do them right on that very couch. I think one of the things the guys like most about me—besides being a fit blonde—is that I’m this normal-seeming suburban mom. It makes my kinky side stand out all the crazier. John’s reaction to the photos was slightly different. He couldn’t believe I’d taken the risk either, but I got the impression he was more concerned than impressed.

  “I know, but it’s not like I can just drop everything to go see them. I have a life.”

  “I know,” John mumbles through his brushing.

  “I want to see them. You know that. Our schedule is just so busy.”

  I continue to lotion my legs as I talk to him and he watches from the corner of his eye. John likes to watch me lotion myself.

  “We can find the time if you want to,” John says, afte
r rinsing.

  “I want to see them. I really do,” I insist. “You don’t think I want to see them?”

  “I didn’t say that. It’s just, we probably could have set something up for this weekend.”

  “We have plans with Sandy and Chuck. It’s blues night at the winery.”

  “That’s Saturday. We could make plans for Friday, too.”

  “John, I start three 12 hour shifts tomorrow. I’m not going to be up to go out on Friday night. I’ll be all off and exhausted.”

  “Okay. No need to get defensive.”

  “I’m not defensive. The timing just hasn’t been right.”

  “Okay.”

  “If you’re trying to say something, just spit it out, John.”

  I was feeling sexy, and despite my being sore from Conner, John was sure to get lucky tonight, but now I’m getting annoyed. I was all horny from texting with my guys, but now my husband’s kind of ruining it.

  “I know we’re busy. We’re always busy, Carol. I just think that if it’s something you really want, you’ll find the time. You found time for Conner today.”

  “I was off work today.”

  “Weren’t you complaining last night about how much you had to get done before going back?”

  I glare at John. “Are you mad I saw Conner today? I sent you video…”

  “I’m not mad. And that video was hot, by the way. I more than appreciate it. You were incredible.”

  I’d propped my phone against the lamp on Conner’s nightstand while I rode him in his bed. I hoped my husband would like it. His compliment takes the edge off my annoyance, but I don’t like what he’s getting at.