Immoral Desires Teaser – First Chapter

Immoral Desires vol. 1 releases this Wednesday for the kindle. Here is a draft of chapter one as a sample.

It was a new day in a new home for Claire Underwood and her family, but it was not the refreshing new beginning that she’d been promised. Chris had agreed to change; to listen and make her a priority in his life. They decided to pick up and move out of state for a new adventure together feeling like it was just what their marriage and family needed, but on their second day in the home, Claire already felt like she was right back in Scottsdale again as her husband ran out the door hollering that he was getting drinks with his new coworkers and wouldn’t be home for dinner. She was alone, with no support, and a husband who either didn’t care, or was too stupid to see how he was doing the same thing to her all over again.

“What’s wrong mommy?” Erin asked from the kitchen table.

Her little counselor in the making could always tell when she was sad and Claire loved how sweet she could be trying to cheer her up.

“Nothing sweetheart,” Claire replied, forcing a smile to mask her pain. “Eat up quick before its time to go!”

Having to keep a brave face on for the girls only furthered her exhaustion, but she refused to burden them with the same struggles she had in life from her mother’s depression and constant complaining. As an adult, she certainly understood how her mom had felt when she couldn’t take anymore and lost it, but it had left her and her sister Emily broken and insecure – constantly feeling like they’d done something wrong. She would never let herself be that kind of an influence on her kids!

She finished packing up her daughters’ lunches as Hannah came out in her brand-new dress for the first day of school. She was a cute little firecracker at seven years old and was excited to show her little sister the ropes as she started her first year of big-girl school in kindergarten. Today was a first for both of them as they started at a brand-new school, but Hannah was the furthest thing from shy and already had plans to make best friends with all the girls in her class. Claire knew she’d probably be successful too!

As she packed the girls’ things up in their new backpacks and tidied up the new kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d let Chris just spray paint her old life with this new location and call everything better. The other day he’d even told her how lucky she was to have a husband willing to change everything for her, despite the one thing she really needed to change not changing at all – HIM! Both the girls were chirping at each other about what they were most excited for as they literally skipped to the car and she felt like their joy helped recharge her old, worn out batteries just a bit. It was enough. Enough to at least get them to school without crying.

It took a while to park at the school with so many parents wanting to walk their little ones in for the first day, but when a spot opened up on the street directly in front of the entrance, she went for it. Another car turned toward her from a side street and the driver’s head was on a swivel looking for an opening. She saw the same spot and turned her blinker on and Claire felt a surge of frustration. The other woman was much closer and hadn’t seen her so there was really nothing to be upset at, but if she’d just been a touch faster. Just as she started cursing the woman and her family for generations to come for taking her precious spot, the woman looked right at her and waved before canceling her signal and driving past the spot.

Claire was stunned. School drop off was about the closest thing to hell she’d ever encountered – where suburban mothers turn into badass biker bitches and curse each other out teetering just on the edge of a full-blown street fight. Almost unable to believe her luck, Claire pulled into the coveted spot and enjoyed the short walk across the street to get her girls in and settled into their new classes. Erin insisted on getting a picture with her new teacher, but Hannah was having none of it and seemed impatient for her mother to leave so that she could get to making all her new friends. Claire loved how her oldest was such a strong, independent spirit, but she could’ve used another few years before feeling like she was now ‘uncool’ in her daughter’s eyes. The sting was a little stronger as she noticed other girls giving their moms and dads big hugs and taking pictures, but as hard as it was, she knew that her daughter loved her and that her strong spirit would serve her well one day!

Hannah would never end up settling like Claire had. She prayed that her daughter would never feel like she needed someone else to make her life complete, and if she did, she prayed that she’d find a man who really made her happy. Whenever she’d complained to her girlfriends about him, they always asked what had changed, but the truth was that he’d never really made her happy. Life with him had always been about the promise of happiness coming. He asked her out their junior year of high school and their first date had been a bomb, but he seemed to cutely acknowledge that it was awkward and promised her a better time if she’d go out with him again. The second date was mildly better and there was hope things might get better, but by the time she realized they wouldn’t, it was too late.

She gave the man her virginity just before they graduated, and he got her pregnant her first year of college. When the test came back positive, she was devastated. In the back of her mind she was just biding time before dumping him, but everything became so much more permanent with a child on the way. Chris was excited when she told him and there was a brief glimmer as he started talking about how their lives would change as parents. He wanted to give them a good home and told her that he’d give her everything she wanted. The prospect of being a father made him want to be a better man. Seeing that desire was enough to convince her to give things another chance and say yes when he proposed.

Sadly, as the actual pregnancy progressed, he didn’t give her what she wanted, and oftentimes didn’t even manage what she needed. Her mother took her to most of her appointments and he barely looked twice at the ultrasound pictures. It seemed like anytime her needs increased, his workload did the same. When she complained about sore, swollen feet – he told her she was lucky to be able to rest at home all day. Despite it all she married the man a few months before their first daughter arrived. It just felt earlier to do it than to call everything off and face all the questions.

And now Claire found herself nearly eight years in with the man wishing she could go back in time and reclaim her youth. It was right about this time last year that she told him she wanted a divorce and he seemed to finally be taking her seriously. They went to counseling together and he owned up to his failings and promised her that he’d be a better husband and father if she just gave him another chance. Once again, she was faced with a decision to do the hard thing and leave the man to try and find the happiness she believed was possible in life, or do the easy thing and just stay and hope that by some miracle her husband really did understand how much more she needed. The insecure little girl inside of her won. Who knew what was over the horizon? And if she did the hard thing and nothing got better, she had no idea how she could keep going.

Many more months of counseling had led to the decision to move. As Claire continued to bring up the behaviors Chris was not changing, he blamed the patterns he’d established over time and said they needed to start fresh so he could really be a ‘new man’ for her. Claire wasn’t all that excited to leave her family and friends and move to New Mexico, but it wasn’t that far a drive, and his company had a position he could apply for in the Albuquerque office.

He got the job and here they were. In the weeks leading up to the move he’d left her to pack while he went on his annual fishing trip with his buddies. When they moved in last week, he spent extra hours in the office and came home after nine smelling of the bar he’d gone to with his new office buddies while she assembled their kitchen table on her own so she could feed the kids. He didn’t even apologize. Another excuse about how he needed to build relationships to be successful and how things were about to change was the last straw, and she felt like a switch was flipped and all the hope was finally gone.

One of the hardest things for her to deal with had been sex. Claire had a very high sex drive and had been looking forward to being with a man all through high school, but her reality had never lived up to the expectations. Not once had she reached an orgasm with Chris and relied on her vibrator to help her reach that. These days life was so exhausting that she hardly ever bothered, but she was still expected to meet her husbands needs whenever he decided he might actually want some. Claire knew it wasn’t as malicious as it seemed, but on those rare occasions she did crave some sexual contact from the man, he was never interested, but he’d guilt her when she refused his advances.

Pissed at herself for wasting the last of her energy thinking about her regrets, Claire pulled into the lot at the grocery store to get some food for the week. It was a quiet time of the day and there were plenty of parking spaces available, but she noticed a car baking out right by the door. The car pulled out away from her and she was about to pull in when she saw a silver van with it’s blinker on waiting around the corner. It was the same van that let her have the spot at the school!

Claire waved, and gestured to the spot letting the other woman have it. She got a big smile and a wave in return and moved over one lane to park in another spot that was nearly as good anyhow.

“Thank you!” a woman shouted as Claire was walking toward the entrance.

She looked over and recognized the face of the woman from the van. It had been hard to see her clearly through the windshield, but she was a petite brunette with clothes that screamed stay-at-home mom. Despite being in yoga pants and a fitness tee the woman was stunningly pretty and Claire wished she had checked her own hair before getting out of the car.

“That was so nice of you,” the woman added as she approached Claire. “I remember you from the school, but I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Molly.”

“Claire. And yes – I was the hopeless new mom looking for a spot at school,” Claire said after introducing herself. “Thank YOU so much for letting me take that one. I hope it didn’t take long to find another one.”

“This is the closest I could find,” Molly said with a shrug and it took Claire a second to get the joke before she laughed.

“Sorry,” Claire said feeling like an idiot for her slow response, “it’s been a long week. We just moved in and the house is a mess!”

Both women started walking toward the entrance as Molly kept the conversation going. She asked where Claire was from and how many kids she had. It turned out that Molly’s were the same age, but her oldest was a boy. Claire thought she seemed like a very nice woman, but she was shocked at what she said next.

Just as they were about to head off in different directions, Molly said, “If you are new to town you must not know anyone yet. Why don’t I come over and help you unpack this afternoon? I can bring some wine too!”

Claire was an introvert and the idea of having a stranger over was a little off-putting, but this woman seemed very comfortable carrying the conversation and was just the type of person that she might be able to connect with. It would also be nice to have a little help, or at least a little wine and company while she worked!

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course!” Molly exclaimed. “Us stay at home slaves need to stick together,” she said with a laugh. “Oops, did I say slaves. Moms. I’ve really gotta remember the difference.”

Claire laughed and exchanged phone numbers as she gave the other woman her address to meet up later. Anyone kind enough to give up a school parking spot was someone she wanted to know better!

Having some plans to hang out with a new girlfriend and enjoy some wine later gave her just a little bit of light at the end of her tunnel of despair as she started shopping trying to plan meals for the week. Her kids were very well behaved in nearly every way, but dinners were their kryptonite. They pitched a fit whenever she fed them anything other than mac n cheese or hot dogs. When she got tired of fighting and just gave in Chris gave her shit for not trying harder when that was her only job. Only job! She wanted to go on a week long trip just so that fucker could see all the jobs she had that wouldn’t get done without her.

So, with the tension between her kids being kids and her husband being useless, she was stuck having to try and find the impossible meals that might work. It was one of the most stressful parts of her week, and here she was in her new life stressing about the same things with no help from Chris. When she asked him to help think of meals last night he said, “just pick something.”

The thought had crossed her mind to write a list to make shopping easier, but sitting at her table last night, she’d almost come to tears trying to think of things and figured it might be easier if she could at least see some options on the shelves. It wasn’t.

She tossed a frozen lasagna in the cart and grabbed some ground beef figuring she could make a meatloaf or something. Nothing else was coming and she felt like just filling the kart with the blue boxes of mac n cheese her kids would squeal to see, but she pushed herself on to find something else.

As she was standing in an aisle looking at some different pasta sides, she accidentally knocked several packets off the shelf and they scattered across the floor.

“Shit!” she muttered as she bent down to pick them up.

Someone else stepped over and crouched down in front of her to help and when she looked up to thank them, she found herself momentarily unable to speak. The man who had taken a knee to help her was the most thigh-clenching sight she’d ever been lucky enough to stumble across. His darker, milk chocolate skin contrasted with the brilliantly white t-shirt he was wearing and his picture perfect pearly white smile. He was bald with hard features and an even harder body that his snug shirt did nothing to hide. She could see every detail of his pecs with little points at the end, just above the curve as they rolled back to his six pack which was also somehow visible through the thin material. The sleeves looked like they might cut off the blood to his arms where his biceps stretched them to their limit. As he handed her the few packs of pasta that he’d picked up, she also noticed how big and strong his hands looked.

“Here you go,” he said with a voice so deep she felt it vibrate through her whole body.

“Th – thank you,” Claire managed to say on her second try.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said standing upright and accentuating his frame even more.

Claire stood too and realized that he had to have been at least a full foot taller than her.

“My name’s Tony,” he said sending another shiver through her that she wasn’t so sure was just from his voice anymore.”

Claire realized she was just staring at him, admiring his green eyes when she should be responding.

“Sorry,” she said, “I’m Claire. Thanks again for your help. I’m such a klutz.”

“Well Claire,” he started, sending yet another tremor through her that seemed to resonate deep in her belly, “I’m glad you did. How else would I have heard your lovely name this morning?”

Was this for real? Claire’s knees felt wobbly all of a sudden and she just blushed and turned to put the pasta back and try and hide her face as she felt oh so much hotter than she had a moment ago.

With the packets back on the shelf, she turned back and Tony was still standing there with his big, beautiful smile that he projected with his whole face.

“You are sweet,” she said, not knowing what else to say.

She was wearing her wedding ring, but it seemed like he was hitting on her. No way. This god of a man wouldn’t be hitting on a woman dressed in yoga pants and a tank top in the supermarket. Not unless she was asleep and her dream had taken her into the plot of a bad porno. In that case he was about to rip his shirt off and take her right there in the middle of the aisle. That didn’t sound so bad to her at the moment.

His shirt remained on as he continued to talk with her.

“Are you new to town?” he asked.

“Yes,” Claire responded. “My husband and I just moved in last week with our two kids.”

Mentioning Chris and the kids was the right thing to do. Part of her was kicking herself for doing it, but she knew she had to.

Tony looked down at her hand where her small wedding ring sat, not doing a whole lot to draw attention to itself.

“What do you do for fun?” he asked.

“Fun? What’s that?” Claire responded.

“Oh no!” Tony said with a distraught expression. “I couldn’t live with myself letting you walk away without any fun in your life!”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping through some cards in the main pouch, he finally pulled one out and handed it to her. It was a business card with his name on it and ‘Salsa Sensations’ written across the top.

“I am a dance instructor and would love to welcome you to town with a free lesson!” he beamed as she looked up from the card.

That smile! Her legs weren’t going to hold her much longer if he kept looking at her like that. She hadn’t eaten breakfast and wondered if her blood sugar was low.

“Bring your husband if you’d like. Perhaps some salsa can spice things up for you.”

Mentioning Chris cooled the heat building inside of her a bit which was likely a good thing. The big man reached for her hand and when she went to shake his, he took it in his own, holding her with a soft, but very firm grip as he raised it and kissed the back with his eyes still locked on hers. Her body physically shivered and he pulled back a bit when he felt her hand quiver in his.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“Yes,” Claire responded quickly. “The AC in here is giving me a chill. Thank you again and perhaps we will come try a class,” she finished with a smile.

He released her hand and smiled once more as she turned away, grabbing a few packs of the pasta without even looking to see which one it was. The flush remained in her cheeks for a while as she made her way through the aisles wondering if she might run into the man again, but as she was getting some cereal for the girls, she happened to see him walk out with his cart. Even from behind, his sculpted body was a sight to behold and she noticed the young and very attractive cashier watching him and making a comment to the girl across from her who just nodded and watched his ass walk away in his designer jeans.

Seeing the younger sexier girls falling over themselves for a glimpse of Tony as he left was a sobering shot of reality. She bet he could probably take any girl home he wanted most of the time and it was nothing but a dream to think that he wanted her. His kindness was not necessarily flirtation, not matter how much it had inexplicably excited her.

Claire finished her shopping and noticed that Molly’s van was already gone when she left for home.

Once she was home and had the food all put away, she looked at the mess of boxes all over the house and was trying to decide where to begin. Tony’s voice and the crisp green of his eyes were still ever present in her mind and she decided that she deserved a little break from work to enjoy herself.

She dug through a few boxes in their closet and found one with her name on it. Inside were several of her favorite night gowns and her trusty vibrating dildo. She pulled it out and was about to grab the lube next to it, but she realized that she probably didn’t need any as she had felt the excitement building every time she let her thoughts dwell on the big milk chocolate man who she wished had held so much more than just her fingers in his big, strong hands.

Tossing an extra pillow up to her headboard, she crawled in and slid her stretchy pants and panties off both legs. Crawling in and pulling the sheet up over her legs, she pushed her fingers down first. As she traced the tip of her index finger along the edge of her lips, she felt an incredible wetness unlike anything she’d experienced before. She spread it up along her folds and it easily lubricated her clit as she rubbed slow, gentle circles around her very aroused button. She had intended to use her vibrator right away, but this felt so good that she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers. As she pictured his rippling muscles and heard that deep tone that had felt as good as it sounded when it echoed in her belly, she increased the speed and pressure of her movements.

Claire was breathing heavy after just a few minutes and it felt like there was energy coursing through her veins. Her eyes were wider, she could hear the quiet wet sounds her fingers were making between the folds of her pussy, the aroma of her excitement filled her nostrils, and she could feel the cooler air against her hip. It had been covered by the sheet, but as her pleasure began to build, her legs tensed and pulled the sheets down slightly and she wouldn’t stop to fix them.

It felt as though her senses were on overdrive as her fingers sent waves of electricity through her, rising in her belly and extending along her spine up past her shoulders. Waves of heat fought the cooler air as her legs kept pushing more of the sheets down under her thighs were completely uncovered. The sensations grew strong and stronger until she was sure she’d explode, and then – for the briefest of seconds – it was as though she was frozen still and her fingers stopped circling and just pressed hard against her body. Time seemed to stop and she momentarily wondered if her orgasm had somehow escaped her as was known to happen from time to time, but never like this. Her confusion vanished instantly as, like a bomb detonating just a second later than expected, pleasure exploded inside of her causing her legs to shoot straight out and her back to arch backward as the top of her head pushed hard into her two pillows.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH!” she screamed out with no control over her body or vocal chords at all. “OOOOOOOOH TONY!” she yelled felling an aftershock of pleasure erupt before the first had even subsided as she heard her own voice scream the man’s name with pure lust.

Her muscles remained tight and locked for several seconds as she screamed uncontrollably before her whole body just sank into the mattress as relaxed as it had ever been. Feeling the blissful satisfaction that followed her strongest orgasm ever, Claire allowed herself to close her eyes. She had every intent of getting up after a few minutes, but her body was spent and she passed out on the bed. The sheet was down around her ankles and her hand was still between her legs, covering her pussy as the dildo lay unused on the bed beside her. It would’ve been quite the sight to walk in on!

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