Sexual Electricity

With a failing farm and a marriage on the rocks, sexy farm-wife Helen will do anything to bring in more money. When handsome young Ben comes by with an offer to install a solar farm, it seems too good to be true. Soon the pair are falling in love, and cucking her husband seems like a small price to pay for a little “Sexual Electricity!”

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

The lights were low, the television off. The only sound was the faint noises of the old farmhouse around them. Ben looked down at Helen. She returned his gaze. Hers was bold and unafraid.

“Helen,” he began.

“Yes?” Her pink lips were turned up, just a bit.

Ben wanted to say something witty, something suave, that would make Helen laugh. Would take down the barriers between them. But nothing would come. The older woman sensed his discomfort, it seemed. Her body shifted, facing him. Her pink lips parted.

It was an invitation. As clear as if it had been written down or spoken aloud. Ben took his courage in both hands. He moved one arm behind Helen. The other, he put on her hip. And then he bent and kissed her.

Oh, it was sweet. So sweet. Her lips were soft but firm, her mouth warm and open. She moaned, just a breath, as they tasted each other for the first time, tongues barely meeting, and her hands began to touch him in hesitant exploration. Her palms roamed over his chest, feeling at his pecs, and then slipped lower. There was a sudden temptation to suck in his belly, but he stifled it. His stomach was flat enough, thanks to a good diet and plenty of exercise.

And it seemed Helen agreed. “You’ve got a great body,” she murmured under her breath as their lips parted.

“Thanks.” He swallowed, trying to hide his hunger. She arched her back, just a bit, and then crawled into his lap, sitting on his thighs as she resumed their kiss.

“Yes. That’s nice,” she said. “Now we’re the same height.”

Ben chuckled, and then raised his arms as Helen tugged at his shirt. Once it was safely discarded, she began to explore his shoulders and chest with her lips and tongue. He shivered under her touch. But when he made a move to unbutton her blouse, she fended his hands away.

“We’ve got time,” she said. “Let’s take it slow, okay, Ben?” Her blue eyes twinkled at his sigh of disappointment. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. And you’ll end up happy. I promise.”

Her house. Her rules. But as Helen ran her hands over him, one of them massaging him with casual skill, Ben laid plans for getting her into a helpless position, sometime in the near future. He shifted away from her touch, afraid he might embarrass himself and explode before he got his pants off. Sensing his discomfort, Helen backed off, though her eyes held a happy, anticipatory gleam, and kissed him again.