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  One Twisted Valentine

  What Do You Give a Girl Who Has a Husband and a Girlfriend?

  The Ravenwood Circle

  By T. Lee Alexis

  One Twisted Valentine, The Ravenwood Circle

  T. Lee Alexis

  Copyright © 2014 by Red Cover Stories Publishing, All Rights Reserved

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  Published in the United States by Red Cover Stories Publishing

  Thank you, dear beta readers for all your gracious considerations, eagle-eyed reading and valuable thoughts on this story. This goes especially for Sheila Gallagher, Stephen Rudolph and the wonderfully naughty women (and a few men) of the Naughty Book Club group on Facebook.

  As the saying goes, the improvements are theirs, the mistakes are all my own.

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  Stories from The Ravenwood Circle

  When Eva and Peter Ravenwood decided to explore the wider world of love and lust, of sensual taboos and shocking satisfactions, they had no idea the effect they would have on friends, lovers and acquaintances. Soon, everyone in the Ravenwood Circle will feel the ripples of their fateful, fearless choice.

  Story 1: Marriage Counseling from a Stripper Pole

  Story 2: Married Couple Seeks Girlfriend

  Story 3: Devil On My Shoulder

  Story 4: The Wicked Witch of West Garland Street

  Story 5: One Twisted Valentine

  Story 6: The Divorce Party (Coming Soon)

  Story 7: Revenge Finds Candace Bitch (Coming Soon)

  Stories from The Hedonists of Hollywood

  A thinly veiled series telling the ‘real’ stories behind the public images of Hollywood’s richest, most famous and most depraved men and women in the most decadent city on Earth, as told by a man and woman at the dangerous center of it all. As shocking, arousing and astounding as your wildest fantasies.

  Story 1: Playboys of the Caribbean (Coming Soon)

  Story 2: I Kissed a Girl (and Her Husband) (Coming Soon)

  Story 3: Mr. and Mrs. Jones – The Real Story of Bret and Angelica (Coming Soon)

  Story 4: In the Closet of Todd Cruz (Coming Soon)

  Story 5: I’m Whitney, Bitch (Coming Soon)

  Story 6: Chip Browne and Rhiannon (Coming Soon)

  Previously in The Ravenwood Circle

  Once, the Ravenwood Circle held just two: Eva Ravenwood and her husband Peter.

  Lost in a colorless marriage, crushed under the pressures of the world around her, Eva wonders if her worst nightmare is coming true. Her union to Peter, created to protect and nurture their love for the rest of their days, is beginning to harden and fray.

  Then, one day, Eva glimpses the path out through the haze of a horrible shock. Realizing she’s fantasizing more about the bartender at the restaurant she and Peter own than she is for her own husband, Eva and Peter are pushed to confront where they went wrong. In the dawn of the day after, they realize their bonds can endure even as they expand the boundaries of their love and lust. Together, they vow to explore the men and the women, the surprises and the taboos of a sexual life outside the steel borders of traditional marriage.

  The radiating effect this single decision would end up having on their friends, co-workers, acquaintances and family members was something they could never have predicted as the influence of the Ravenwood Circle rippled out from the two at its center.

  Will it work? Will Eva and Peter find their exciting and lustful cure is worse than the disease? When all is said and over, will Eva and Peter Ravenwood have anything left of the life they began as husband and wife?

  - In This Tale -

  In December, Brooke was a stranger to Eva and Peter. Then, over one wondrous evening of magic and hope, of arousal and surrender, Brooke was welcomed into their lives and into their bed.

  Brooke was not in their marriage, but she was not out of it either. That’s why as Valentine’s Day approached and the tender affair between Brooke, Eva and Peter twisted in new ways, Eva hatches a plan for some scandalous role-playing.

  With their fun set in motion, Eva will soon find herself surprised and what this dance of three will soon reveal about her marriage, and herself.

  Table of Contents

  Other Stories by T. Lee Alexis

  Previously on The Ravenwood Circle

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Bonus Preview – Devil on My Shoulder

  About T. Lee Alexis

  Say Hello to T. Lee Alexis

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  Other Red Cover Stories and Authors

  Chapter 1

  Eva checked her watch, crossing her legs to take the edge off her excitement. The last hour of the workday felt like it was taking weeks.

  The images running through her mind as she contemplated her coming Valentine’s Day dinner made her want to lock her office door, slip one hand into her panties to massage her clit and her other into her top to pull at her nipples. She knew in a few brief, wonderful moments a glorious relief would washed over her and this sharp, pleasant tension between her thighs would be gone.

  She held off. Not because she was a good girl and not because she had never taken the edge off in her office, but because what was coming was so deliciously warped, so hot and naughty she didn’t want to ruin it.

  As the ornate clock on her desk drifted past 5:30, Eva realized Peter had probably already arrived at Brooke’s apartment. What they were doing now sent another heartbeat pulse to her clit and for a moment Eva felt almost queasy from the lust.

  The coming evening was so wicked and twisted, Eva almost wished someone in her gym or church or office knew what was happening. She wanted to watch their face turn, their eyes pop and their view of her do a back flip as they learned just what she was doing, just what Peter was doing, and just who Brooke was.

  On paper, it was insane. It fired a compulsion she could not fully understand. She wasn’t even sure Peter or Brooke understood just what she enjoyed about the scenario. In truth, Eva wasn’t sure she knew herself. Somehow, that’s what she loved most.

  Like more couples than most would assume, in the last year Eva and Peter had begun to explore the idea of bringing people into their lives to share wonderful and taboo pleasures. Eva knew she was bi for years, but only recently had she and Peter begun to seek out partners to share.

  It had taken months of looking at bars, posting on Craigslist, digging into some of the edgier dating sites on the web. But a few weeks before Christmas, Eva and Peter found the perfect girl for them: Brooke.

  Thinking back about that evening as she tried to tamp down her excitement about Valentine’s Day was a mistake. What began as a wine and steak dinner between a wife, a husband and a new friend ended in a posh hotel room high above Chicago with Eva and Brooke licking and kissing and sucking each other to trembling climaxes and Peter proving again why she loved him so damn much by satisfying her and their new lover-girl with his magnificent cock. Looking back, it was one of those very few, perfect nights in a person’s life--satisfying, fun, sweet and loving. In her mind, the evening had been set in amber, frozen an
d perfect and never to change, so Eva could take it out and admire it whenever she wanted for the rest of her days.

  But tonight had the potential to top it. Tonight was a thousand times more twisted. Even now, after everything had been set in motion, Eva wasn’t sure just how the night would play out across her heart.

  In the weeks since their first tryst, they had seen Brooke more and more. Each time a little more shyness fell away, a little more comfort grew, a little more vulnerability was shared. With each new intimacy the inhibitions dissolved.

  Eva had taught herself to be careful where and when she thought about this new three-sided affair. She had not always been so careful. The week after their third encounter, Eva was in a conference room at a strategic planning meeting when a lurid image jetted up through her thoughts.

  The sound came to her mind first. High pitched, squealing grunts coming in perfect timing and a low banging sound on the same rhythm. Brooke was standing in their bedroom the first night Eva and Peter had invited her to their home. Her hands were on the wide window facing the back yard, her forehead was resting on the glass and her ass hiked up high. She was naked, a sheen of sweat covering her body.

  Behind her, Peter had his strong hands clamped to the flesh of her ass, her beautiful softness bulging slightly between his fingers. He was sliding his thick shaft out of her, pausing for just a brief moment, then pushing back in to the hilt. With each cycle, her head would press against the glass, making the frame bang quietly and her voice erupt in an animal squeal.

  Eva drank it all in from between Brooke’s thighs. On her knees in front of their lover, her tongue and fingers shifted Brooke’s clit back and forth as Peter fucked her. She slid her fingers up Brooke’s thighs, interlacing hers with Peter’s even as he still held Brooke where he wanted her. Their fingers brushed and held, like two lovers holding hands on a park bench, as they drew Brooke’s screaming orgasm from her.

  Eva remembered all of this and in a blink realized she had missed ten minutes of the meeting. I’ll have to be careful from here on, Eva realized.

  Since beginning their … relationship…? with Brooke, Eva was surprised at how much it resembled regular dating. One of the first things Eva ever learned about sex was it usually got better the more times you had it with the same person. This was no different.

  Through their sessions, Peter and Eva got to know Brooke, her likes, desires and quirks. Each time Brooke left, Eva was thrilled to rediscover fucking another woman didn’t dull Peter’s appetite for her. In fact, it fanned his greed for her. It had gotten to the point Eva almost wanted the post-threesome sex more than the threesomes themselves. But on reflection, the last few weeks had given Eva more sexual gratification than she had ever had the right to expect.

  The experience had also given a gift which lingered in every aspect of her life, one Eva could never have imagined before threesomes became a regular feature in her life. In the afterglow, she was more secure, more happy, more satisfied now that Peter regularly tasted Brooke’s charms as well as her own.

  That was the germ of Eva’s twisted scenario. She floated it with Brooke first.

  “What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” Eva texted her one day.

  “My laundry probably, LOL,” Brooke responded. “What about you and P?”

  “I was hoping we could have you,” Eva replied. In the silence, waiting for Brooke to respond, Eva felt a pang of worry. What if it was too weird to bring her in on a day to celebrate true love? Would it seem stalkery? The fear vanished with Brooke’s next text.

  “I would love to be with you two. To be honest I was hoping we could, but I didn’t want to impose.”

  “Nonsense. I want you with us,” Eva texted. “I’ll call you in a sec. I have an idea.”

  When she did call, Brooke loved every single thing about Eva’s scenario.

  “Oh, my God, that’s kinky. Jesus, that is good. I love it,” Brooke said when Eva finished. “But are you sure? I would hate to damage… what we have. I mean, I’ll do it, but I want to make sure it’s what you want.”

  “Definitely,” Eva said. “I don’t know what it is, but something about it is just so… Yum. Seems like an interesting way to switch things up.”

  “That’s for sure,” Brooke said, laughing. “I better start straightening up.”

  Eva’s next step was to convince Peter. Given it involved him spending the evening alone with two beautiful, naked, willing women, she knew he would agree.

  Chapter 2

  Over dinner that night, after laying out her plan, Eva began to wonder if Peter would be interested after all. For a long moment he sat silent with a bewildered frown.

  “Wait a minute. Wait. Wait,” he said. “You want me to pretend I’m Brooke’s husband, and you’re coming over for dinner, and we’re going to seduce you?”

  “Yes,” Eva said. “You and Brooke cook dinner, then I come over and you two try to talk me into bed.”

  “Try? What if we fail?” Peter laughed. “We give you a hug at the door and send you on your way? ‘Sorry, hon,’ I’ll tell Brooke. ‘Sometimes the chemistry just isn’t right. Threesomes are delicate business. But thank God we’re still married. Let’s go to bed.’ I would love to see that.”

  “Smartass,” Eva said. “But yeah, I think it would be hot. We’ve all been together enough to know we’re comfortable. I think role-playing like this could be pretty fun.”

  As she talked, she could see Peter processing it through his mind.

  “Sexy,” he said, using one of his pet names for her, “you know I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

  It was true. Somehow Eva had snagged a husband whose major turn on was watching her scream and writhe and come shouting his name, or shouting anything really. If Eva was excited about this, she was sure he’d jump on board.

  “What do you like about this?” he asked. Eva had been tumbling just that question through her mind. From the first moment she imagined this scenario, the thought had shot a flame through her pelvis and thighs.

  “I think it’s the idea of being denied what I want,” Eva said. “You know the first night with Brooke, she was looking to me for permission, for my consent to you doing things with her. She was kind of submissive to me, even though we both know she wanted you as much as she wanted me. The idea of reversing that and of, in a way, sleeping with you again for the first time. Having to hold myself back until she lets me have you. That is fucking hot.”

  Peter sat for a moment, still running the idea over and over in his head. Eva could see he was coming over. Then he got the curving little smirk he showed when he was in a teasing mood.

  “What?” Eva asked.

  “Well, I guess that means I’ll need my wife’s permission to have any fun with you,” Peter said.

  “Very funny,” Eva said.

  “It’s only four days to Valentine’s Day,” Peter said. “You can make it until then without me, can’t you?”

  “Are you serious?”

  One glance at him and she knew he was. For a moment a flare of anger warmed her breast. She hadn’t thought this up just to end up not getting any. Then she could see his smile warm for her.

  “You know it will make it much better if we… wait.”

  Eva knew in an instant he was right. She decided to tease back and stepped close to him. Her breast, bound in a bra under her shirt, pressed his arm and brushed full against his bicep.

  “It’s going to be tough to keep our hands off each other,” Eva said. She shifted, dragging the swell of her breast back and forth along his skin.

  “It will.” All his teasing was gone. Peter leaned in, stroking Eva’s cheek tenderly and planted a slow, full kiss to her lips. After long moments of burning pleasure, Eva drew back.

  “No more until Valentine’s Day.”

  - [ - - - ] -

  At the appointed time, Eva shot from her office like it was on fire. She was so eager for this evening she wanted to claw at the minutes, to drag the future t
o her faster.

  Parking her car by Brooke’s apartment building, Eva felt a tremble of nerves. She lived in upper scale building facing east towards Michigan Avenue and the lake that had no parking on its own, forcing Eva to leave her car in a parking garage across the street and walk over.

  With every step towards the ornate building, Eva heard a strange, piano-like key plink in her mind. A cold blast of winter wind rushed off the lake and through the concrete canyon as Eva minced across the frozen asphalt in her high heels. She pulled her coat tight around her, feeling the icy air churn up her leg and in through the short skirt of her thin slip of a dress.

  She hadn’t been alone on a date in over ten years, but somehow even the thin veneer of this evening’s fantasy made her feel like she wanted to make a good impression. To her husband, no less. This, even before she set foot in Brooke’s apartment, Eva knew tonight was going to be more powerful than she had anticipated. She could feel the evening falling on her, like a new outfit, strange and shaping, bringing out of her depths a whole new feeling of herself.

  With women, and with Brooke especially during their first threesome, Eva had always been dominant and confident. Somehow now she was as eager to submit to Brooke as she typically had been with Peter.

  Is this what’s been so attractive about this scenario? Eva wondered. Do I want to submit to a man and woman at the same time?

  A few steps and an elevator ride later and Eva stood before Brooke’s cream-colored door, ready to knock. It felt like there was a ship’s horn blaring in her stomach. Her nipples contracted to tight pebbles. She doffed her coat, smoothed the navy blue dinner dress and tried to get a handle on her breathing. She wanted to relax, wanted to unwind and have fun, but all she could think about was getting herself naked and snuggled between Peter and Brooke.