Might As Well Be Naughty: Shared With His Friends, #1

By Kristin Lance

I wanted my husband to love this town, but it's not the town that has captured his attention, it's my new boss.

I planned this trip to Mackenzie Creek, Colorado for one thing — to get my stressed out husband out of the city and convince him that a slower, more relaxed lifestyle might be just what he needs. But when we meet the man who has offered me a marketing job, things take a wild turn. And I discover that there's something that relaxes Joel more than mountain town vibes — being pinned between me and my sexy new boss.

Soon, we're whisked away into a passionate affair with the dynamic rock climber, and the only thing left to decide is who gets to be in the middle.

But what will happen when the vacation ends and reality sets in?

Explicit Content: 18+ This is a romantic erotic story about a wife discovering her love for getting all tied up, a sweetheart of a husband who might just be bisexual, and the sexy rock gym owner who enjoys them both. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristin Lance
• Release date: Sep 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223448211

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Chapter 1

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Laura

I should have known that my husband’s brilliant idea would be a little less brilliant than he thought, because that was usually the case. But when he took out a board game, it was tough not to laugh.

Strip Monopoly? I narrowed my eyes. I don’t know if Monopoly is that sexy.

You can make anything into a sexy game if you try, Joel said. He grinned big and started laying out the board and counting the play money into little piles. Granted, I was the one who had suggested a sexy game night, but I wasn’t envisioning Monopoly. I tried to work out what kind of rules would lead me to my goal sooner rather than later. But Joel looked too excited, which probably meant there was no turning back, no matter how long the damn Monopoly game took.

Even so, I was happy to see him starting to relax. Sometimes, his job took too much of a toll on him, and I hoped that this holiday vacation would be what he needed. The worry lines on his forehead had relaxed the minute we’d stepped off the plane in Colorado, taking in the stunning mountains that surrounded the quaint town of Mackenzie Creek. The idea of moving out of the city and finding a place that was more mellow, surrounded by nature, appealed to me more than I could explain.

I’m sorry I suggested strip poker. I was trying to spice things up! We don’t actually have to play a stripping game.

He laughed, his dimples flashing as he counted out the play money. I’m not the one who forgot the poker cards. Now you’re going to have to play my kind of stripping game.

And how could I resist? His golden brown eyes were sparkling with excitement instead of dulled by the stress of the last few months at work, so that was good. My husband was a gorgeous man, tall and broad shouldered, with medium brown skin that glowed in the lamplight, and sexy, muscular shoulders that flexed under his corny holiday sweater. He was a bit of a geek, and I was sure he was geeking out over the opportunity to trap me into a strip Monopoly game. As was evidenced by the neat way he was laying out the property cards and shuffling the Community Chest deck.

I suppose I owe you one, I said with a sigh, settling down onto the couch next to him. Spending the holidays in Colorado had been my idea, one that he had been more than a little skeptical about, since neither of us did any kind of winter sports and we were skipping out on the usual rush to split our time between family dinners and shopping. I wanted him to relax and love the trip, so he didn’t start to suspect my ulterior motives.

This was my favorite game when I was a kid. Haven’t played it in years. Must be fate that it’s the only game this condo has.

Okay, so what are the strip rules?

He tilted his head for a moment, scratching his chin, but I could tell he was goofing off a little. How about we’re lecherous landlords and insist that our tenants turn over an item of clothing with their rent? Joel finished laying out the piles of play money, organizing it neatly.

So every time I land on your property, I strip? And the same goes for you.

Yep. And I’m the race car.

Fine. The dog is superior anyway. While he finished setting up, I swiped Instagram open and stared at my very specific ulterior motive for coming to Mackenzie Creek. There was a message from him. And I smiled. Tomorrow, I’d meet him.

Why do you look so giddy? Joel asked, rolling the dice and moving his little race car around the board.

I planned the coolest date for us tomorrow, and I’m excited.

He stared at me for a moment. Who are you and what have you done with my wife?

Shut up! I can plan cool dates.

Like your strip poker plan? He was teasing me, I knew, but I tickled tortured him until he apologized.

The vacation rental listing said there was a game closet. I assumed that meant cards!

He laughed and rolled the dice. It soon became clear that strip Monopoly was a very slow paced and unsexy sort of game, at least for the unlucky. There was a good twenty minutes where neither of us landed on each other’s properties at all and I was about to propose a rule change so we could get naked more quickly, when he finally landed on one of mine and ripped off that ridiculous sweater.

After a few more rounds, I was down to my bra and he’d lost his shirt, and his jeans, because of my monopoly over the yellow and orange properties, so at least I got to stare at his body, the hard muscles of his pecs and stomach, and his sexy thick thighs. My husband was a tempting man, and impulsively, I crawled across the table, knocking my property cards to the side, and leaned forward and licked his pierced nipple. He groaned and wrapped his hands into my hair, pulling me up to face him.

Do you forfeit? He asked, dipping his mouth close to mine and kissing the tip of my nose.

Never. If I play with your dick, you’ll give up Boardwalk. I slipped my hand between us, tracing my fingers down his bare stomach. I hooked my index finger in the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing closer and closer to his erection, pressing my breasts against his chest.

Never, he whispered. Boardwalk is mine! And since we were playing dirty, I reached behind my back and slipped the hook open on my bra, tossing it aside, and posing for him. He groaned. And okay, Monopoly could make you horny after all. It just took a long damn time.

Chapter 2

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Forest

Samar was staring at me like I was insane, and I wondered if I had told the story wrong. He blinked, tilting his head and rubbing his jaw. You have a date with a married woman and her husband?

It’s not a date. They have a date. I have a job interview. Or I’m interviewing her. Sort of. I sighed and combed my fingers through my hair.

But you have a crush on her, he said, narrowing his eyes.

Its complicated. Anyway, her husband is like this massive, intimidating alpha male type, and she’s madly in love with him. So it’s not like I have a chance.

Samar snorted. Alpha males are a myth. That structure doesn’t even exist within a wolf pack. This was such a Samar thing to say, and I shook my head at him. He had moved to Mackenzie Creek fairly recently to take a job for an architecture firm, but had quickly become one of my closest friends. We were both introverts who loved rock climbing. What more was needed in a friendship? It didn’t hurt that I owned the gym we climbed at.

I tried to think of a better way to explain my fear of Laura’s husband. All right. Her husband looks like the football player who used to stuff me in lockers in high school. You get me?

That one I relate to. He was chuckling as he turned back to the boulder problem we were working on. He was always chatty when he wasn’t yet ready to climb, and I’d set up this route as a challenge for him. So you like this woman, and you’re afraid he’s going to beat you up over it.

Like her as a person, yes. So in theory, there should be no reason to resort to violence.

And she’s hot.

I laughed, shaking my head at my friend. Samar, it’s a job interview. She wants to do my social media and marketing. She’s a photographer and social media guru or something.

But not a photographer you want to bang? I gave Samar a look, and he shrugged, his eyes sparkling as he reached into the pouch around his waist and dusting chalk over his fingers. He tilted his head and stared at my new setup in the bouldering cave. The cave took up a corner of the gym below a big storage room, and, unlike the rest of the gym, was only about eight feet high. It had a padded floor, walls molded to look somewhat like a real cave, and colorful handholds dotting the ceiling and curving around the edge of the room to the rock wall above. Samar was making his first attempt at a new route I’d planned, which explained why he was sidetracked by my dating life. He was the kind of guy who took his time with things. He placed his feet on the starting footholds and hung off the wall, his shoulder muscles flexing.

What are you waiting for? I asked.

That reach is a bit much, isn’t it? The route was flagged with colored tape, and the next one was a big reach for him. He was bouncing on his feet, eying it suspiciously.

It’s a dyno. If it was closer, it wouldn’t be a challenge.

He sighed and shifted his weight down and lunged for the jug grip he had complained about, catching it and hanging for a moment as he kicked his legs towards another nearby foothold. Samar was at the gym a few times a week and progressing quickly, and I had set this up with him in mind. He climbed across the roof, his muscles straining, making it up to the vertical portion of the wall above. I supposed I hadn’t made it challenging enough if he’d gotten it on the first try. He grinned, slapping the hold at the top of the route, before jumping down.

You’re almost as good as me. I stepped forward, taking my own time on the same route. Bouldering was my favorite social activity, chatting with friends as we scrambled up and over small portions of the cave. Climbing the big walls was fun, too, as was climbing outdoors, but it was difficult to talk while you were sixty feet above your buddy. But today I was antsy, and I tried to tell myself it wasn’t about Laura Stoneridge. The date night concept she had pitched to me was a new idea, and I was anxious about how well it would go. My anxiety couldn’t possibly be about meeting the sexy woman who wanted to manage my social media and her handsome, intimidating husband.

Samar glanced at me. "So this woman from Pennsylvania wants to come here for a job interview. What about the husband? What will he