Stepping Out: Unleashed Desires Book 1

By Hauten Whett

Mary and her husband Paul both come from strict religious upbringings with the rule that sex is for procreation only and is done in the dark with just enough clothing removed to "get the job done". Mary has always wanted something more... something wilder, something taboo within her marriage, but her feelings of shame and fear have kept those desires at bay - until now. Despite still loving Paul and not wanting to hurt him, she finds herself no longer willing or able to tolerate her sexual repression and she decides to unleash her desires in a rendezvous with a stranger she meets on a website for cheating spouses.

*This book contains explicit erotic content including exhibitionism and consensual heterosexual sex, and is intended for mature audiences age 18 and older only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hauten Whett
• Release date: Nov 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311794550

Hauten Whett

Hauten Whett is an American author of erotic fiction spanning several sub-genres of erotica. Some of what Hauten writes is based on real-life experiences, but there's a lot of pure fantasy and creative license involved as well. Fans are invited to connect with Hauten at EngorgedAndTingly.com and comments, questions, and story requests are welcome.

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Stepping Out:

Unleashed Desires Book 1

By Hauten Whett

This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, or events are purely coincidental.

Stepping Out: Unleashed Desires Book 1

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Content Warning: This book contains explicit erotic content including exhibitionism and consensual heterosexual sex, and is intended for mature audiences age 18 and older only.

Author’s Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are age 18 or older.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 1

A cyclone of emotions swirled through Mary’s mind as she parked her car in front of the motel office. She turned off the ignition and took a deep breath. Am I really going through with this? she asked herself doubtfully as guilt and shame pushed their way to the forefront of her consciousness. For a moment she thought about calling the whole thing off – just starting her car and driving back to her life. But her life wasn’t really a life anymore – at least not a life that she was willing to settle for any longer. She couldn’t simply push her needs and desires down anymore, and as much as she still loved Paul and didn’t want to hurt him, she needed more than what he was giving her.

Mary’s heart pounded in her chest as she decided. Here goes… she said as she stepped out of the car and walked to the door of the office. She shivered a little as she approached the front desk. A young man wearing a red polo shirt with a tag indicating his name to be Tommy appeared from a back room and stepped up to the desk.

Welcome to the Majestic Palms Motel. How may I help you? Tommy asked with a hint of boredom in his voice.

Uh, yes. I believe my h-husband reserved a room and he’s running late, but I w-want to check in, she said nervously.

What’s your husband’s name? the clerk inquired.

Paul… Uh, I mean John… John Smith! Mary said, feeling herself blush.

Tommy looked up at her as he tried to hide a knowing smirk. He had been at the job long enough to know what was going on and had checked in his fair share of Mr. and Mrs. Smiths. I see… Yes, your… husband does have a reservation. It will just take me a minute to get the registration ready. I will need to get your driver’s license and a credit card from you, he said as he began typing on a computer terminal.

Uh, my driver’s license and credit card?!

Yes, ma’am. It’s standard procedure. From what it shows here, Mr. Smith came in and paid for the room in advance in cash, but we still need a credit card to have on file for additional charges like pay per view movies or in the event of damage to the room. And of course, the driver’s license is to verify the credit card. Whoever took the reservation really should have handled all that at the time, but they didn’t and I can’t give you the room key without it.

Once again, Mary’s instincts began to scream at her to call it off and to go home before she did anything she’d regret for the rest of her life. But she had come this far and she wasn’t about to turn back now. Thankfully, she still had a separate credit card account in her name from before she and Paul got married that he never saw the statements for. She dug in her purse and with shaking hands pulled out the necessary cards and set them on the desk.

The clerk picked up the cards and was about to swipe the credit card when he paused. Um, you’ve kept your maiden name I presume? he asked politely, knowing full well that was not the situation at all.

What? Mary asked, distracted by the competing thoughts waging war in her mind.

These say your last name is Bryant.

Yes, that’s right.

I’m sorry Ms. Bryant, but I can’t process a registration for you under a different name unless it was noted by the person who made the reservation, the clerk explained.

There must be a way…

Well, what I can do is register the room under your name and then when Mr. Smith gets here I can transfer the credit from his reservation to your room – provided he has identification in that name, of course, Tommy said in as deadpan of a manner as he could muster.

Um, yes. That will be fine, Mary replied.

All right. This will just take a minute, Tommy said as he began tapping away on his keyboard. A few moments later, the sound of a printer whirred from beneath the desk and the