Climactic Tides: Book 5-8: Erotic, Steamy Romance at Sea by Tatumn Dixon

Author:Tatumn Dixon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2022-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

Climactic Tides

Book Seven

TATUMN DIXON

Chapter One

​Following a brief delay at the airport when a questionable item, aka sex toy, lured security into my luggage, Evan and I are finally boarding the luxury yacht, Euphoria.

​The sexy smirk on my husband’s face as he kicks his shoes off and tosses them into the basket at the bottom of the passageway has me intrigued. “What are you grinning about?” I ask, slipping a pair of block-heeled booties off my freshly pedicured feet.

​“Couldn’t leave the sex toys in Texas?” Evan questions, sinking his fingers into the front pocket of my cut-off shorts and drawing me in for a kiss.

​“You know I can’t survive on a diet of dick alone,” I giggle, recalling the embarrassed look on airport security’s face when they pulled the clit stimulator from my luggage. “If you’re going to refuse to orally please my pussy, then I’m gonna find something that will.”

​Evan dramatically rolls his eyes and lays a smooch on my glossed lips. High school sweethearts, my husband and I were married at a very young age. A faulty condom resulted in a teenage pregnancy, and our parents swiftly rushed us to the nearest altar insisting marriage comes before a baby carriage.

​Married with parental consent at the age of seventeen. Delivered said baby at the age of eighteen. Fucked someone who wasn’t my husband at the age of forty-seven. The one thing these life-changing events have in common is they took place with the love of my life, Evan, at my side—including the first time I fucked someone who wasn’t him.

​Until the backside of my forty years, I’d never been sexual with anyone but Evan. He was my first boyfriend, and I want him to be my last. However, lately, I’ve entered into a glorious mid-life crisis that has me longing to sexually explore everything and everyone. Toys, positions, men, women—the list goes on. Evan and I have always had an honest relationship, and when I found myself fantasizing about various sexual pleasures, I shared my desires with my husband.

​At first, Evan felt threatened. Our sex life consists of the missionary position and blow jobs. Sometimes, on special occasions, I get on all fours, and he fucks me doggie style. I’ll be the first to complain, there aren’t enough special occasions in a calendar year.

​I found myself daydreaming about getting my pussy eaten, having anal sex, and performing the red-hot sixty-nine position. I started to buy sex toys, floggers, blindfolds, and sexy lingerie. Evan enthusiastically attempted to fill the void I felt in our sex life, but there were still things he wasn’t eager to try. Since I wasn’t willing to go to the grave without experiencing an oral orgasm, we talked about inviting people into our bed and haven’t looked back since.

​It took some time for me to mentally separate love and sex. It was an act much easier for Evan to accomplish. Love connected with sex my entire life. But once I managed to separate the two—ho-lee-shit. Mind blown.

​The first man Evan and I invited into our bed for a threesome immediately went down on me.

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