Army Buddy

By Ashley Adams

Guys, never share your wife with another man. She may end up liking him more than you. Sam is about to learn this lesson the hard way. Overwhelmed with gratitude for the army buddy who’d saved his life in Iraq, he offers up the woman he loves as a way of saying thanks. Jill is furious and sets out to teach both men a lesson, but expensive wine and raging hormones turn the night’s events in a direction none of them could have predicted. And then there’s Sally. Oh boy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: TWB Press
• Release date: Jan 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781936991891

Ashley Adams

Ashley Adams once worked for a finance company in the tallest office building in Denver and often found herself daydreaming about skinny-dipping in mountain hot springs with a cowboy or two. She finally chucked her career of worrying about returns on investment and operating incomes to begin writing stories about strong women who stretch the boundaries for ‘good girls.’ She believes there are many women like her who want to read about other women’s fantasies that might come true. Some of her stories have happy-ever-after endings with Mr. Right, but some are romps with new friends (plural intended) and Mr. Right-Now. She lives in a ski town in Colorado where she has ample inspiration from bad boy ski bums and lean, hard cowboys.

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Army Buddy

By

Ashley Adams

Copyright by Ashley Adams 2015

Published by TWB Press at Smashwords

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Edited by Terry Wright

Cover art by Terry Wright

ISBN: 978-1-936991-89-1

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Ashley Adams

Chapter 1

I was in a hurry to get home after work, but traffic was a bitch, and I had to stop at the grocery store first. Having Sam back from Iraq was like a second honeymoon. Second honeymoon? More like a first. We had been married such a short time before he deployed. Now, thirteen months later, we were just getting used to living with each other, not unlike most newlyweds. Sex had replaced television, reading, and even eating at times. I’d learned some new recipes while he was away, and tonight I planned to surprise him with a special meal. That cooking class I took with my girlfriend, Sally, had been a good idea. Not only did I learn a lot, but it kept me out of the bar scene, though I would never cheat on Sam. What we had together was too precious to share with another man.

I steered my old Accord into the driveway of the modest house we rented in an older suburb. His truck wasn’t anywhere in sight. Good, he hadn’t made it home yet from his new assignment on the nearby army base. I had time to shed my office clothes, shower, and get into my play clothes.

Jill, you’re so silly, I whispered. A play outfit for the kitchen? None of our friends, not even Sally, knew how much fooling around Sam and I did in the kitchen. Foreplay was delicious. All those yummy things just waiting for us to smear on our bodies and lick off, not just whip cream but strawberry jam and chocolate syrup. The ice cream got a bit chilly, made my nipples hard, but they warmed up quickly under the lapping attentions of Sam’s loving tongue. If only my friends knew. They would be shocked, but we didn’t act like sex fiends around them. As far as they knew, our lives were hum-drum.

Feeling a little wet down there, I set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and hurried to the bedroom. I stripped and stepped into a steaming shower. The hot water excited every nerve ending in my solon-tanned skin. When I rubbed the soapy sponge on myself down there, a thrill sent goose-bumps running up and down my inner thighs. The greatest part about having Sam home was that I would no longer have to finish what I’d inadvertently started, though my throbbing clit demanded immediate attention. I would have to wait until Sam got busy.

What to wear? That Roman slave girl costume was a raging hit with Sam, kept him hard all night, but two nights in a row might make the fantasy go stale. Stale? That was rich. He’d only been home a week. How could anything seem stale?

I decided to go country girl. Cutoffs and a tank top. Yes. Tank tops were easy to slip off, and nothing was more All-American sexy than a pair of old cutoffs. I examined the effect in my full-length mirror. Once Sam caught sight of my exposed butt cheeks and smooth thighs, he’d probably lose all interest in dinner and go directly to dessert. Yumm.

That tongue again, what it could do to me, just the thought of