The Collected "Greene Shorts"; Volume 3

By Esmeralda Greene

This volume contains seven sizzling hot short stories from erotica writer Esmeralda Greene; six that have been previously released individually and one all new, unavailable anywhere else.

1: "Office Mating" - David doesn't intend to cheat on his wife, but one day circumstances just get out of control in this sexy and comical tale of voyeurism, exhibitionism, crossed purposes and passionate, freewheeling lust.
2: "Milking Kimberly" - New mother Kimberly is horny, and she finds that her milk-filled breasts are a great help in seducing her best friend's husband Lyle. Lyle quickly learns that mother's milk isn't just for babies!
3: "Swallowing" - Donna craves that most male of bodily fluids, and her stepson Andy is happy to feed her hunger. The energetic couple enjoy each other in a host of different ways, and Donna gets many a mouthful of the thick, gooey nectar she desires.
4: "Tied to the Scene" - A bad girl gets her comeuppance. Ashley has a plan to steal from her employer with the help of her boyfriend. But to make the feigned robbery scene realistic, she has to be tied up and abused... and abused... and abused...
5: "Pregnant Interlude" - The eroticism of pregnancy is the theme here. Michelle has a big tummy, and a sex drive to match. Her husband isn't taking care of her needs, but one day it seems that everyone else is eager to service the young mother-to-be!
6: "Teacher Fantasy" - The relationship between teacher and pupil gets kinky. The three connected tales begin with sexy high school teacher Ann being caned on her bare bottom--in front of a classroom full of students! And things only get stranger and sexier...
7: "Grocery Shopping" - This story is available only in this volume! Another light-hearted look at marital infidelity. Grocery shopping is a boring chore for our hero, until one day he meets up with a cute, funny, and irresistibly sexy fellow shopper. Who knew that cucumbers and frozen foods were such ideal tools for seductive banter? And as for the uses that soft-spread margarine can be put to...

In this volume you'll get six of the currently-released "Greene Shorts" short stories, plus an all-new story that will never be available anywhere else. That's seven stories for the price of four if purchased separately.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Esmeralda Greene
• Release date: Mar 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458070241

Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene is an erotica writer dedicated to the principle that erotic fiction can be red-hot raunchy while also being written with intelligence, elegance and style. In addition to her self-published works, she has sold short stories to such venues as Sweetmeats Press, Circlet Press, Xcite Books and Clean Sheets Magazine. Esmeralda's erotica has been called "exuberantly sex-positive," "life affirming," "scorchingly hot," "fresh," "daring," and "skillfully written." Speaking for herself, Esmeralda says, "My stories are fun, sometimes funny, sometimes clever and witty; but most of all they're sexy. Kinkily, raunchily sexy. Good clean fun at its baddest and dirtiest. "I sometimes deal with strange and taboo subject matter, but my stories are never dark and my characters are never victims (though some of them may pretend otherwise). My characters always enjoy and exult in their sexuality, engaging in their various unusual and illicit acts with unapologetic joy and a zest for life." Esmeralda lives in the outskirts of Great Falls, Montana with a poorly trained dog and an even more poorly trained girlfriend. The icy winter nights have taught her the value of a fit body, a vigorous partner, and most importantly, an energetic imagination. Sometimes her steamy flights of imagination boil over in the form of an erotic story, making nights warmer for everyone. Visit Esmeralda's website at www.esmeraldagreene.com and contact at [e-mail]

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The Collected Greene Shorts

Volume 3

By Esmeralda Greene

Copyright 2011 by Esmeralda Greene

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

A collection of erotic short stories by Esmeralda Greene.

See www.EsmeraldaGreene.com for news and other fiction by Esmeralda Greene.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

No characters in this work are under eighteen years of age.

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CONTENTS

Office Mating

Milking Kimberly

Swallowing

Tied to the Scene

Pregnant Interlude

Teacher Fantasy

Grocery Shopping

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Office Mating

In a way, it’s because of my wife’s terrific sex drive that I’m having an affair right now. Things were going along just fine, and I was happily monogamous, until that Saturday afternoon when my wife just ¬had to have my cock. Maybe I’ll use that as my defense if she ever finds out. It’s all the fault of your horny cunt! I’ll say. Or maybe not.

Make no mistake: I love my wife, and I love the fact that she’s got a near-insatiable sexual apatite. Annie is an all-around gem of womanhood. Statuesquely tall, with a great figure, golden-tan skin and shining, curly black hair, she’s a knockout by anyone’s standards. She made good money doing part time modeling in her college days, and the intervening twelve years haven’t diminished her beauty in the least. And she’s smart and funny and a great companion and everything else that goes into making a perfect wife.

The other woman in my life is my co-worker Kate. Most people would say that she’s not as attractive as my wife, but personally I don’t feel compelled to rank women like that--to mentally line them up in order of their beauty the way school kids are lined up in order of height. There’s more to the beauty of a woman than just how closely she approaches some abstract ideal of perfection. I didn’t always feel that way, but being around Kate drove that truth home to me. She’s about five foot three, has straight blonde hair, and is a little more roundly padded than today’s anorexic standards of beauty claim is ideal. But Kate has a wonderful personality that just sparkles and fills her body and her face with life. She gives the impression that she accepts herself totally; that she loves her body and she expects you to do the same. She’s beautiful and sexy because she acts beautiful and sexy.

Kate and I have been sharing an office for about two years. The building our company is in didn’t have enough offices to fit our staff, so many of us double up. Kate and I get along really well, and almost from our first day of working together we engaged in a lot of good-humored flirting. We’re both happily married, but flirting was fun and seemed harmless. At first, this was only verbal--lots of sexual joking around of the "that’s what she said" variety.

Over time, things got a little more physical. We’d touch as we brushed past each other in our office, sometimes just casually, sometimes with a definite sexual playfulness. Kate seemed to like my butt, and after a while I couldn’t turn my back on her within arms reach without getting an affectionate pat. Naturally, that gave me permission to return the complement in kind, and in that way things gradually escalated.

One day Kate was messing with a computer cable under her desk. She was down on her hands and knees, and her snug little skirt was stretched tight over her round ass. After she’d reconnected the cable, she stayed on her hands and knees and maneuvered so that her bottom was pointing straight at me. Aw, darn it, she said, feigning annoyance. Just look at this thing, David. Do you know what to do with one of these? She wiggled her ass, just to make sure I knew what she was talking about.

Let me take a look, I said, and squatted down behind her. Hmm, I said thoughtfully. Yeah, I think I know how to handle this. I knew what I was about to do was pushing the boundaries, but I couldn’t stop myself. Getting down on the floor with her like this had been a mistake. The smell of her perfume and the sexy, incredibly female look of her in this bent-over position were making my head swim. I ran my hands up and over her buttocks, then reached forward until I had a hand on each of her hips. I gripped hard, holding onto her the way I’d hold a woman while fucking her doggy style.

Neither of us moved or spoke for a few moments. Then Kate said Oh, very quietly, but still we just stayed frozen in place. My cock was rigid and throbbing in my pants, and the office was silent except for the sounds of our breathing.

W-we have to stop, Kate finally said. We weren’t really doing anything, but I knew what she meant.

Yeah, I said, but I didn’t move. I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back while simultaneously leaning my own body forward. The hard bulge in my pants bumped against what I calculated was the exact location of her cunt, hidden by a few layers of clothing. I held us like that, my crotch pressed hard against her ass and pussy.

Oh, Kate said again, and then: Oh fuck!

I was wondering if I should take those words as an invitation, but just then I looked up and saw someone walking past the glass door to our office. Although Kate was hidden by her desk, anyone looking in through that door would have seen me kneeling there like I was praying before the altar of a keyboard drawer. To say nothing of the fact that someone could come strolling into the office at any moment. Reality came crashing back in on me, and I let go of Kate’s hips and stood up.

Sorry, I said.

No, don’t be, she said with a smile as she got up herself. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out with a Whew! sound. Hank sure is going to get some action tonight! Hank is her husband’s name. We both laughed. Kate looked down at the bulging front of my pants and raised her eyebrows. And Annie too, I guess, she smirked.

After that experience we toned things down for a while, but our restraint didn’t last. About a week later Kate was standing close to me as she put her jacket on at the end of the day. She seemed to be deliberately pushing her chest toward me, and when she reached her arm back I could see her nipples raising proud little bumps in her tightly stretched blouse and bra. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was up, cupping her tit. Again the two of us froze, she with her arm half into her jacket sleeve. After a while Kate let her breath out with a sigh. Jeeze, she said. Welcome back to Junior High School, Kate. You’re wetting your panties because a cute boy is copping a feel of your booby. This made us both laugh, and we separated and pulled ourselves together. Kate finished putting on her jacket. Just before she left she turned to me. I’m going to be thinking about that while I fuck my spouse tonight. How about you?

Yup, same here, I said.

That’s how Kate and I let ourselves go on playing with sexual fire. So far, the net result of our escalating flirtation had only been to spice up our respective marital sex lives, and there’s nothing wrong with that, right? And we pretended to believe that it would never develop into anything more.

And maybe it wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for my wife being so sexy and having such a hungry pussy.

It was a Saturday, but I had to go in to work to get a project back on schedule. I was out of bed and dressed when Annie came down to the kitchen. I reminded her I was going in to work that day, and she pouted.

But I’m horny, she said. Can’t you go in later? To emphasize her point, she lifted up the front of her nightie, showing me her neatly trimmed black bush. We usually have a nice leisurely love-making session on Saturday mornings.

I promised to have stuff done by midday. When I get home we can fuck our brains out, promise.

Instead of arguing, Annie took her nightie off altogether, dropping it to the floor. That was a hell of a tough argument to resist, but I finished my coffee, gave my pouting wife a kiss, squeezed her tit and said, Soon as I get back, honey, honest. I left, the bulge of my stiff cock pointing the way.

At work I slaved away through the morning. I was the only person in our suite of offices, so it was quiet with no interruptions. Unfortunately, the tasks I was working on were bigger than I’d thought, and by lunchtime I still had a few hours more work to do. When I called Annie and told her my updated schedule, she was pretty pissed off.

About twenty minutes later I heard the outer door to the office suite open and close. There’s a section of glass wall next to the door to my office, and looking through this I saw Annie approaching. She came into the office and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a car coat that came down to the middle of her thighs, and I had a moment to puzzle over the fact that no pants or skirt showed below this. Then she shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it aside. Except for shoes, she was naked. Without speaking, she came around my desk, bent over and pulled my head to hers for a kiss.

I figured if dick won’t come to pussy, pussy must go to dick, she said, and started pulling my shirt up out of my pants.

Between and around her fiery kisses, I tried to mumble something about the work I had to do, but pretty quickly I realized that talking about work at that moment would be about the stupidest act ever committed in human history. Damn, Annie, I said instead. You are the hottest, sexiest woman in the whole world.

Prove it, she said, and sat on my desk, pushing my computer monitor to one side to make room. Scooting her ass further back on the desk, she brought her feet up, sitting Indian style so her beautiful cunt was spread open in front of me; a wet and glistening jewel. I was wearing a polo shirt and jeans, and the shirt was over my head and off in a second. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, running my fingers through her hair.

Now that it was decided that Annie and I were going to get it on, we started taking our time about it. We spent a leisurely time just kissing, fondling, caressing, sucking and mouthing every exposed part of each other. I pulled gently on her nipples as she opened my pants and pushed them down my thighs. My hard cock bounced out and lay on the desk like a salami on a deli counter. Annie picked it up and stroked it as I continued massaging her breasts and kissing her.

I was facing toward the office door, and a flash of movement made me look past Annie’s head to the door behind her. What I saw made a little jolt of surprise run through me. Kate was there, standing outside the office, watching Annie and me through the floor-to-ceiling glass panel beside the door. She had a wry smile on her face, as if she was amused and also taunting me a little. If Annie noticed the startled shudder passing through me, she must have thought I was reacting to a rush of pleasure from her hand on my cock. My eyes locked with Kate’s as I continued kissing my wife’s lips. It was an odd moment, to say the least. Kate just stood there, as if challenging me, as if we were competing to see which of us would break the staring contest first.

I took the challenge. Screw you, Kate, I thought. I’m gonna fuck my wife, whether you’re standing there watching or not. I bent down to take Annie’s breast in my mouth, and Kate was hidden from me for a while. When I could look up at the glass panel again, she was gone. I guess I win, I thought. But about a minute later she reappeared, first taking a