Candy Meets the Neighbor

By Charlotte Vannora

Candy is a hot young wife who plays when her husband, Jack, is out of town. She has Jack’s permission for escapades, if she kisses and tells, but the steamy action in this story tests her limits.

In “Candy Meets the Neighbor,” she drops in on Kyle, the new guy on the block, with a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift: two bottles of wine. After a little flirting and a playful kiss, they start drinking the wine and getting to know each other in the most intimate ways.

Candy sees herself as the aggressive babe in search of sexual entertainment, but Kyle quickly takes the upper hand and leads her through an afternoon of deeply erotic experiences. They push each other’s sexual boundaries to the point that Candy isn’t sure how she can tell her husband about this escapade.

This story of more than 14,000 words, a novella by some standards, contains strong sexual language and graphic depictions of a range of sexual activities between adults. This is fiction, not real life, and is intended to entertain mature and open-minded adults. It should not be shown to anyone under age 18.

Besides the obvious male-female encounters, “Candy Meets the Neighbor” also has scenes of exhibitionism and consensual bondage, and it contains references to bisexual activities. If any of these descriptions offend you, this book is not for you.

“Candy Meets the Neighbor” is fiction with intelligent but sexually daring adults that strikes a balance between erotic fun and edgy exploration. The author plans to feature Candy in more “hot wife” tales, and in this story she’s dropped a few hints of where those might lead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlotte Vannora
• Release date: Apr 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476455891

Charlotte Vannora

Charlotte Vannora is a writer living in the USA.

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Candy Meets the Neighbor

by Charlotte Vannora

Copyright 2012 Charlotte Vannora

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Author’s Note: This book is fiction, which means it is a product of the author’s imagination. It is intended to be adults-only entertainment and should not be construed as real life. It definitely is not meant for children. This book contains strong sexual language and graphic depictions of sexual acts between adults. It also contains a scene of consensual bondage and references to male/male and female/female sex. If you find any of these things shocking and offensive, this book is not for you.

Candy Meets the Neighbor

By Charlotte Vannora

MY HUSBAND had been away on a business trip only two days and already I was so horny I wanted to invite the neighborhood over.

You see, Jack and I satisfy each other really well when he’s home. If he’s shouting Candy, Candy, we probably have each right where we want. But when he’s a couple thousand miles away, I start aching where a woman shouldn’t. And then I crave some action.

I hear about people struggling to energize their libidos, but I don’t have that problem. As far as I can tell, I came sexed up straight from the get-go.

I guess nice girls just sit at home with the cat and crochet afghans and watch TV while they wait for hubby to return. But who said I was a nice girl?

Sure, I have toys, with and without batteries, but sometimes I need the real thing. (I wonder if the nice girls who do sit at home really have their hearts set on being nice. Don’t you suppose that deep down they’d just like to get themselves off?)

Now that Jack and I have been married awhile, he understands my problem, and so we came to an agreement. When he isn’t traveling, we’re pretty much exclusive to each other, but when he’s on the road we both can play. I say pretty much exclusive because we enjoy a three-way now and then and might even do a swap if everything worked out.

The other thing is that I may be a blonde babe, but I’m not a babe in the woods. I’m twenty-eight and old enough to know a couple of things. And that means I know what can happen to guys who have to be out on the road a lot. Lonely nights in same-same hotel rooms wear a man down when what he actually wants to do is get it up.

So if I’m hot and bothered at home and decide to do something about it, I can’t blame my traveling man for shooting off fireworks with a gal who can make him happy for an evening.

Part of the agreement Jack and I have is that we tell each other about our escapades, and that usually leads to some crazy sex. I like that word escapade because I always want to look at these extracurricular activities as escape and adventure.

Jack and I really love each other, and when we share the same bed and fuck for hours, I think of that as normal. And let me tell you, normal is very good. It’s not dull and never has been.

But just because I enjoy being normal doesn’t mean I’m opposed to stepping out from time to time.

Today looked like one of those times.

I wasn’t truly going to invite the neighborhood over. That’s just talk, which happens sometimes when I get amped up. Oh, sure, I might think about it, but I’ve never done a gangbang. The most men I’ve ever fucked in a session is two, Jack and another guy.

Two guys who aren’t