Sleeping Around: A Novel of Romance and Erotica

By Bebe Wilde

From Bebe Wilde, author of the Adults Only and Sex Story series comes a new, full length, erotic novel, Sleeping Around.

Tabitha is a happily married professional house flipper in Los Angeles. That is, until she begins having a torrid affair with a famous actor. She knows it's wrong but can't resist the heat between them. Eventually, he wants more than an affair and demands that she make the toughest decision of her life: Leave her husband or let him go forever.

Sleeping Around is a novel about a woman who meets the perfect man even though she already has one at home. Please keep in mind, however, that this book contains explicit content, strong language and is intended for a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Tradition Books
• Release date: Sep 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781938107603

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SLEEPING AROUND

Bebe Wilde

Abernathy and Monroe

Sleeping Around: A Novel. Copyright © 2014 by Bebe Wilde.

Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For information, email [e-mail]

eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-60-3

eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-60-8

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For those who take chances on love.

Contents

Me and Him

A Beautiful Wreck

Broad in Training

Lunch

Strange

Booty Call

Does Your Hubby Know?

Lunch 2.0

Last Chance, Beautiful

I Want It All and Then Some

An Afternoon of Lust

The Barbeque

Security

The 3 a.m. Call

Me or Him?

Back to Normal

The Charity Case

Ends Meet

Me and Him

Throw me down and fuck my brains out! I always wanted to tell him. But I never did.

I remember the last time we made love, the last time we would ever be together like that. It was urgent, as if we were both trying to get as much as possible out of it and we couldn’t get to each other fast enough. Almost as if we were saying goodbye.

We were saying goodbye.

It was early spring and a little chilly outside, but warm as a greenhouse in. I remember staring at him and thinking about how much I truly loved him before everything got so messed up. Before we…

Anyway, I tip-toed and brushed my lips against his. It didn’t take much. He got the point pretty quickly.

All of a sudden, we were tearing each other’s clothes off and we were kissing, eating at each other, moaning as we did so. Soon we were naked and I was going down on him, giving him everything I had. He moaned. He always told me I gave the best head of anyone he’d ever known. I took it as a compliment as I liked to do it. He loved that I liked doing it.

Ahh, I’m about to come, he moaned and held onto the back of my head.

I gave him one last stroke, withdrew and smiled at him. He returned the smile. We smiled because we both knew it was now my turn.

I stood and he bent down in front of me, staring up at me. I stared back, already missing him, already missing the look he got in his eye anytime he saw me.

I put my leg over his shoulder and he began to eat me, suck at me down there. I moved against his face, but he stopped me, stuck one finger in then stuck it into his mouth. I smiled. I always loved it when he did that. It was like he wanted everything I had. He wanted it so bad. So bad he’d prove it to me by doing something like that.

He was always a little dirty minded.

It was time to get down to business. He bent me over, pushed open my legs with his knee and pushed himself into me. I gasped. The pressure was too much. I couldn’t move. I stopped him and turned around. We fell to the floor and then we began to fuck. There was no wine and roses involved. It was all about the earth, the sun above and us. It was about sex, getting it on, getting off. And nothing much else.

I wrapped my legs around him and held him there, held him still so I could fuck him, like he was fucking me. When the orgasm shook me, I began to moan. It was almost an animal-like noise that erupted from my lips. It was intense, probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had with him. I think it was so intense because I knew that this was it. It was the last I’d ever have with him. So, it should be the best.

He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to ride me, fuck me, possess me for that space of time and take me, all of me, inside of him at once.

And when he was finished, he released me.

* * * * *

We had a good marriage. Not perfect by anyone’s standards, but good. Solid. He was loving, kind, caring. I was feisty, bold and loud-mouthed. We went together like macaroni and cheese.

There were fights. There’s always gonna be fights, though. Ours were no different. We’d get mad, yell, scream. Sometimes, I’d cry. Then we’d make up. And that was pretty much it.

Tom—my husband’s name—was never the roses and wine kind of guy. But had he been, I’d probably made fun of him. To his face. Yeah, I know we all say we want that sensitive guy but what are you gonna do with Mr. Sensitive? Sit around and read poetry? Hold hands and weep together? I would rather have a man who liked beer and football any day. I wanted a man who fucked like a man. Sometimes we women want to de-ball a man so much that he actually starts to look good in dresses. Then we call them pussies and leave him for a guy who eats chicken wings and works on cars.

Well, getting to the story, we had a good marriage. I was in my early thirties and he was in his mid-thirties. We were both good looking and successful. Sometimes we took weekend trips to Vegas or to Napa Valley or Catalina, but mostly we just stayed home and watched TV.

We had a good life and I had absolutely nothing to complain about. But I did anyway. You know, to keep it interesting. I’d bitch about the little things like the toilet seat, the dishes in the sink or the socks on the floor. Tom would silently clean up his little messes and everything would be fine until the next time he did something to piss me off.

Did I ever piss him off? I’m sure I did. I mean, come on. Wouldn’t you get pissed off at someone who always bitched about the laundry? But, mostly, he’d just smile. Yes, that could come off as a little patronizing sometimes, which would piss me off even more.

Was I bored? Hell yeah, I was bored. I was bored out of my skull. We’d married when I was in my early twenties and, after all that time, anyone would get bored, no matter how great those years were. After a while you start noticing the little things, like how he never cleaned up his messes without me having to bitch about it, how he always left toothpaste in the sink. God, I hated the toothpaste in the sink! Couldn’t he ever—just once!—wash it down the drain?

But, getting to the meat of the matter, something happened. Clear out of the blue sky, something happened. I wasn’t planning on it nor did I seek it out. But it did, indeed, happen. It happened so quickly and was so palpable there was no denying that it had happened, either.

What happened was that I met someone else.

* * * * *

No, no, no. Let’s start from the beginning.

I didn’t always live in Los Angeles, California. I’m originally from the South. Tennessee to be exact. Tom’s from Los Angeles and that’s probably why we lived there. Not that I didn’t love it. I loved it so much that I shuddered to think about moving back home. But that’s neither here nor there.

The day that it happened, I was at work. Well, I was working on a house with my business partner and best friend. We buy and renovate houses. Then we sell them, make a good profit and move on to the next one. My friend’s name’s Audrey and she’ll come into the picture a little later.

Tom called and told me, Tabitha, the men from the cable company are coming by around four.

So? I asked.

So you need to be home to let them in.

What? I half-yelled.

Look, I can’t be there. You’ll have to go.

Shit! I said and looked down at my hands. They were covered in gray oil-based paint. I’d never get it off.

Can you do it or not? he asked and sighed loudly.

I suppose, I snapped.

Okay. Well, I gotta go. Love you.

Love you, too, I said and hung up, then, Jerk.

I glanced at my watch. Oh, shit. It was almost four now! I had to get there in ten minutes. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out, driving like a bat out of hell. Of course, I got stuck in traffic and got there right at four-fifteen. There were two men waiting on me beside their van.

Sorry I’m late! I called as I got out of my truck, which was a necessity in my line of work. It was battered and bruised but I loved it. They looked it over then they looked me over and I felt a twinge of embarrassment for myself. I know I looked like hell. I was covered in paint, dirt and God knows what else. They were dressed in the typical uniforms of cable company employees with their flat-front khakis, dark blue polos and baseball hats with the company logo stitched in. One of them was wearing a really cool pair of vintage looking work boots that looked super expensive. I noted it was an odd choice in footwear for a guy doing this kind of work, but then again, I always noticed shoes for some reason. The other’s work boots were just the typical, run of the mill variety.

That’s okay, the one with cool shoes said.

The other one said, We already checked the outside line. The problem is apparently coming from inside the house.

From inside the house… That sounded so, I dunno, so horror film-ish. From inside the house…a new movie that will scare the living crap right out of you! Great. Sign me up for that one.

The way you said that was like there was someone inside my house, you know, doing stuff, I said, smiling at them. They didn’t get the joke and looked at me like I was crazy. I’m kidding! I exclaimed.

They both nodded at the same time, then, Ohhhh…

How strange. They seemed to have absolutely no sense of humor. Were they on drugs? Maybe it was from being around all those wires. Regardless, I was a bit annoyed that they didn’t laugh at my joke. Anyway, I said and started up the walk. Come on. I’ll let you in.

They followed me inside without a word. I looked over my shoulder. One of them smiled. I sort of smiled back and turned back around. God, what did they think of me? I looked like I just rolled out of a ditch. I realized that I should explain why I was filthy. I mean, they might want to know.

I turned around and walked backwards up the walk, talking to them, I renovate houses. That’s where I was. That’s why I’m a mess.

I didn’t add, And, I’ve been inhaling paint fumes all day. That’s why I’m acting all crazy! From inside the house…

You look fine to me, Mr. Cool Shoes said.

Ooh, he was kinda cute. I couldn’t tell much for the hat, but he definitely had it going on. A little voice inside me said, You’re married! Stop it! Another voice said, Shut the fuck up! It’s okay to look! Besides, you don’t see good looking guys like that every day! And that was true. He was fine. I unlocked the front door and held it open. Come on in.

They walked in.

Nice house, he said.

From inside the house. Thanks, I replied.

He nodded. Damn, he was cute. I wished he’d take off that hat. And, oh, boy, look at that ass. Phew! Tom’s ass was nice, but this guy looked like he worked out a lot. And those muscles in his arms…mmmm… I shook myself and forced my eyes to the floor. What the hell was wrong with me?

Lived here long? he asked.

A few years, I said.

Cool, he said and looked around, nodding with approval at my house.

I followed his gaze and sighed. Yeah, my house was cool. It was a find. One of those rare deals that are just too good to be true, but, in this case, it hadn’t been. It was an old sprawling mid-century modern that had been built in the sixties. It had lots of potential when I first looked at it. It was spacious and had lots of neat details, along with lots of lime green shag carpeting. The pool out back looked like the black lagoon. It was so disgusting. The whole thing was terribly ugly and dirty inside and out but cheap. And it was cheap because no one wanted anything to do with it because it was so ugly and dirty. I don’t think the real estate agent showed it beyond the front door too many times and the first time I entered, I almost ran out and got a haz-mat suit. But once inside, I saw what it had once been and what it could become again.

I immediately bought it and went to work. I worked my ass off, keeping some of the funky/strange stuff. What I really liked about the house was that it was so big. And because it was an older build, it was solid and had been done right the first time. Sure, the plumbing and electrical had to be updated to brought up to code, but mostly the renovation was just cosmetic. Just a lot of painting, scraping and cleaning. I furnished it with low-key, cool pieces I had been collecting for years. After I had thoroughly restored it to its somewhat original splendor, it looked like something out of an old movie, a really cool old movie, the kind with martinis and men driving super cool sports cars. I loved my house so much.

From inside the house…

We walked into the living room and I pointed to the TV. There it is.

They walked over and one of them found the remote and turned it on. Static came on the screen. It dawned on me that I didn’t even know their names. I mean, here I was letting two strange men into my house without making sure they were who they said they were. It’s like, You from the cable company? Well, come on in, then! Why are you carrying an ax? Oh, and you got a van. Is that duct tape in your hand? What are you gonna do with that? How about a piece of apple pie?

I giggled to myself at the thought. From inside the house… Damn it. I was never going to get that out of my head.

Do you think it could just be the remote? Mr. Cool Shoes asked.

Let me have it, the other one said and took the remote out of his hand.

Well, if you need me… I said and pointed. I’m gonna clean up.

They nodded and I went into the laundry room off the kitchen and stuck my hands in the sink, which was discolored from all the paint and varnish from my various projects. I took out some baby oil and began to clean the paint off. This was going to take forever and a day. Why didn’t I just wear disposable gloves? Why couldn’t I ever remember to buy them?

I caught my reflection in the small window. Oh, shit! My new glasses! I took them off and held them up the light. Yup. Gray oil paint on the side of my brand new tortoiseshell glasses. I still wasn’t used to wearing them and kept forgetting to be careful. And now they were pretty much ruined.

I sighed and put them back on, shaking my head. From behind me, I heard one of the guys clear his throat. I turned and smiled. It was the cute one with the cool shoes.

All done? I asked.

He nodded. Yeah. Your remote just needed to be reprogrammed. There was an upgrade to the system and it wasn’t communicating with your receiver.

So, it’s fixed? I asked and grabbed a towel and started drying my hands.

Yeah.

Cool.

He waited. Was I supposed to tip him or something? Do I have to pay you? I asked.

No, they’ll bill you, he said. I think.

"They’ll bill me?"

Yeah, he said and shifted his feet. If we have to come in for a service call, you know, they bill you. I think.

I stared at him. How much?

He looked a little panicked for a second, then shrugged. I dunno.

Oh, I said and threw the towel down. Well, thanks for fixing it.

He nodded. I nodded. We stood there for a long moment and simply nodded at each other. To an onlooker, it might have appeared as though we were telecommunicating. We were not.

Is there anything else? I asked.

He chuckled and shook his head, then said, No, that’s it.

The other guy came up behind him and said, Come on, Fergus. We gotta go.

He nodded and quickly ducked his head a little, like he knew the cat had been let out of the bag or something. But about what? And then it dawned on me…

The look of realization must have been obvious on my face because the other guy suddenly said, Just show her who you are, and then held out his hand, I’m Randy and this is… He paused and took off his hat for him. You know who he is, right? Randy asked. Maybe she’s never seen any of your movies. He chuckled to himself.

Surely, I was wrong, though. This wasn’t possible. There was no way this was happening. But then he gave me a shy smile and I knew it was really him. And, yes, my mouth dropped to the floor, as well as my heart to my knees.

Oh. My. God! Noooo! Yes! OHMYGOD! It was Fergus Presley!

* * * * *

Let me take a minute to explain who Fergus Presley was. Well, he’s a very successful and popular actor. He’s like, big. I mean, famous. All of his movies were blockbusters, that kind of big actor. This led to the bigger question of why he was working on my cable. Was he was researching a role for a new film where he was to play… I don’t know, a cable man? I think that was it. I couldn’t commit anything to memory. I was just so stunned that a big movie star was in my house, I couldn’t absorb any details other than that. However, I did retain the fact that the other guy, Randy, was a friend he’d known since he moved to LA who offered to let him tag along with him for a few days to get the gist of being a cable man. I had joked, You actors get to have so much fun!

He’d replied, Yeah, we do. Unless, of course, you’re not working.

Good point.

After they left, I remained stunned for a little while. I couldn’t believe that I’d had a movie star of that magnitude inside my house. So, I was a little startled when my husband came home, slammed the front door and immediately when into the living room, picked up the remote and turned the TV.

Alright! Tom shouted.

From inside the house… Shit. This was never going to leave my mind.

He grinned at me and put the remote down. I smiled back and looked away. Fergus Fucking Presley had been in my house not an hour ago. Fergus Presley! It just didn’t make sense. How could it have happened like that? It was weird. I started to tell Tom but something stopped me.

Four days without cable! he half-shouted and shook his fist in the air. Four days—

Without reality TV, I finished and grinned at him. All because of the remote.

Was that what it was?

I