The Pleasure Collection

By Nicola Six

Part 1 : The House of Pleasure

Nicola and Greg have a seemingly happy marriage. They seem like other young urban professionals, but something is beginning to shift in their love life. A desire is growing inside both of them to experience something new, outside of their marital bedroom, and Greg decides to give Nicola just that on her birthday. He takes her to a sex club, and the club owners take Nicola and Greg under their wing and give them a taste of what they've been missing. Jack is dark and incredibly handsome, and Nicola is drawn to him, especially when he invites them to continue their erotic adventure.

Part II: The Pleasure Party

Young married couple Nicola and Greg have stepped through the doorway to a new dimension in their sexual life, a step that began on Nicola’s birthday, when Greg arranged for the surprise of her life and took her to a sex club for an adventure. Thinking it was a simple and sizzling way to relieve their mounting urges, they met up with club owners Jack and Perry, who were more than pleased to show them the way.

When the incredibly wealthy and irresistibly sexy Jack invites them to a party at his home a few weeks later, Nicola begins to see that nothing is simple, but she and Greg are unable to resist, especially because they know this will be no ordinary party. Jack has made it clear what he wants, and what he wants is Nicola. All of Nicola.

Nicola and Greg now have to learn the rules of this steamy lifestyle, and decide if they can follow them. Is it really, as Jack says, just a game?

Part III: Possession of Pleasure

Nicola and Greg find that the swinging lifestyle is more than just a casual game, but neither of them are ready or able to quit. Nicola finds herself craving more of Jack after their first experience together. Things become more complicated when Jack reveals another side of himself, and Nicola begins to question if she is being unfaithful, even if her husband is also participating in this lifestyle. Is she becoming too intimate with Jack as he seems to consume her every thought?

Following her husband's lead back to the club with an anything goes attitude, with Greg hinting of new adventures to come with new people, will Nicola be able to expand her horizons while desiring only Jack?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicola Six
• Release date: Jun 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310584183

Nicola Six

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The Pleasure Collection

By Nicola Six

Published by Nicola Six at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Nicola Six

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PART I: House of Pleasure

Nicola looked at herself in the oval makeup mirror hanging above the polished wooden make up table. The surface of the table was strewn with perfumes and lipsticks and powders, which she usually loved to meticulously apply, enjoying watching herself transform from a naturally good looking woman to something else. Someone beautiful, someone other than who she really was. It was like donning a costume and playing a part that you don't get to play in everyday life. But on this particular evening her heart just wasn't in it.

She picked up her brush and ran it savagely through her long, light auburn hair. She had just blown it dry and used her round curling brush to create the long, glossy red waves that Greg loved, but now she just wanted it up and out of her way. What is wrong with you tonight? she silently scolded her reflection in the mirror. It's your birthday, and your loving husband has been hinting at some big surprise all week. Be grateful! Get into the spirit of it! She sighed and reached for her hair pins. It was no use. She would have to fake excitement, as she had been faking it for quite some time. She wasn't sure when it started, but she had definitely turned a corner that could no longer be denied. There was a restlessness swirling low through every aspect of her life, that had spread to every fiber of her being until sometimes she found herself wanting to scream.

She felt guilty for it. Guilty because her husband was a good man, he was Greg, he was her protector, her champion, and he was damn good looking too. He was well over six feet tall, had a thick head of sandy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes that crinkled when he grinned, as he always did, always joking, in such a genuine way that women all around him melted. He was the hit of the parties, a generous lover, and he told her he loved her often. So why, why did she have these needs, lately, these smoldering desires when she just exchanged glances or words with other men? Hot strangers seemed to be everywhere, suddenly. They must have been around before, but she was noticing them now, and wanting to reach out and lay a hand on their chests to see how hard they were, or lean into their strong necks and inhale their different scents. It was maddening. Her guilt about this was only assuaged by the strong sense that Greg was also restless. Or perhaps just bored. She knew it couldn't be entirely in her imagination that he seemed to be chatting more and more with other women, lately, in social situations. His usual flirtatious nature seemed magnified. A pretty woman looking up at him with appreciation was nothing new for him, but lately he seemed to lean in a little, find an excuse to touch their arm, or to have to speak into their ear, even if the party was not that loud.

They had only been married for three years, was it possible that they both needed something new?

Greg walked into the bathroom and half smiled. His usual jovial appreciation of her done-up self was strangely absent this evening, she noticed. She glanced quickly back to her reflection and looked herself over. Sure, her hair wasn't done the way he preferred it, but her brown eyes appeared even larger than usual thanks to her practiced hand and taupe eyeliner. Her lashes were full and long, and her skin was flawless. She had a naturally heart-shaped, creamy face. Her normally milky moon-washed pale skin had been sun kissed golden and warmed thanks to hours of tennis that summer, that had also left her long, slender legs perfectly toned. Something else had been warming inside her. That restlessness, that slow burn...

Greg's voice cut through her dazed thoughts. Nicky, where did you go?

Hm? What do you mean? she murmured, pinning her hair up into a simple chignon.

I mean, her husband said, walking up behind her, you seemed to be deep in thought. Or did you fall asleep for a minute with your eyes open? He grinned, now, the familiar jocular Greg returning.

She shrugged. I don't know. So, where are we going tonight? What's the big surprise?

Greg's smile faded. He looked intently at her reflection in the mirror and she raised her eyebrows, surprised by how different he seemed again, all of a sudden. Serious, intense. It made her stomach flutter and her hand automatically rested over it.

Never mind where we're going. But, he slid a finger under the shoulder strap of her knee-length, cream colored silk shift dress, you're going to have to change.

Nicola stiffened. Greg never told her what to wear. He barely noticed what she wore, these days. Why? You won't tell me where we're going, so I had to wear something that would be appropriate anywhere. Unless, of course, we're going to McDonalds, in which case let me go put on jeans and sneakers.

Greg shook his head, still not smiling. He reached for the pins in her hair and picked them out, slowly, letting her hair drop and tumble down her back. Leave your hair down, tonight, he said, simply.

Nicola sighed. This was becoming annoying. Okay, Greg, whatever you want. But what am I wearing if I must change?

He smiled, finally. I thought you'd never ask, he said, his voice dropping low. He lifted her hand from her lap and pulled her up out of her chair. Come with me.

Greg led her into their bedroom. Nicola gasped when she saw what was laid out on the bed, and when Greg laughed at her reaction she whirled around, angrily. Is this some sort of birthday joke? She stared at her husband. His eyes were narrowed and a decidedly wicked smile was on his face.

It's no joke, babe, he said. He moved closer and reached around to slowly unzip her dress, his hands slipping between the pieces of fabric and running down her back. They spread outward and gave the conservative garment one last flick and it dropped to the floor and pooled around her ankles. He looked her up and down. Yep, these have to go, too. He snapped her bra strap.

Nicola was seething now. She stomped out of the dress on the floor and crossed her arms over her - okay, it was boring - plain white bra. But anything else would have shown through the silk dress, either because of the color or texture, and really...

Nic! Pay attention! Greg grabbed her arms, a real smile breaking the tension in the room. Now. Just put these things on and have a little fun with it, would you? He flopped