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Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some
wickedly
hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it
extra
dirty,
extra
hot, and
extra
naughty, this is the place for you!
 

(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here...)

Legal: A First Time Novel

Madison Faye

Chapter 1

Chelsea

I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what "wanting" something like
that
meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase. He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, that strong jaw and totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.

Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and my best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.
 

But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the covers of notebooks and childishly flighty daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older. And by the time I was eighteen and senior and getting ready to leave home for the first time, I was barely able to
talk
around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered.

I'd watch him, biting my lip with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty and muscled torso after mowing the lawn. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of playing football back in the Navy with my dad - picking
me
up, instead of that bag full of grass clippings.
 

Sure, I flirted, in that geeky, bumbling and inexperienced way that girls do before we really know what the hell we're doing. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest bit. To Mr. Harding, I was just that gawky girl from next door; his buddy's daughter with braces and a bizarre way of blushing and stumbling over her words.

But still, the seed was there, and as senior year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college.
 

*****

We’d moved a lot when I was a kid, with my father being a navy doctor. And being that a lot of those moves were overseas, by the time they got back to the States and stuck me into more regular schooling, I was stuck somewhere between two grades. The school decided that it was better for me to be on the older and more prepared side than the younger and playing constant catch-up side, so I was placed into 8th rather than 9
^th
grade, which was also good because it gave me another year to acclimate to being a kid in the States and not living on a Naval base before I jumped into high school the next year.
 

It was late August that last summer at home, the night of my nineteenth birthday and just two weeks before I'd be on my way to school.
That’s
the night when that first event occurred that would quickly push me down the path to what happened later. Yes, I'd wanted Jake for years, but when I look back, I know it was what I heard, and then what I
saw
that night that turned me from curious and fantasizing to flat out pining determination.

I remember the night was hot and sticky in that muggy way only Florida can get. We had an AC unit in our living room back then, but my parents being the conservationist sticklers that they were, we were stuck with only fans in our bedrooms for those long hot nights.
 

I tossed and turned that evening, kicking off even the thin sheet from my sweat-sheened body and even yanking my tank-top off before lying back in just my panties trying to get comfortable in the heat.

Part of it, besides the temperature, was that I had Jake Harding on the brain
bad
that night. My parents had thrown me a big BBQ cookout in the backyard by the pool to celebrate my birthday that night.
 
I'd invited a couple friends, but mostly it'd just been my mom, dad, and younger brother, and of course the Hardings from next door.

I suppose it’s worth reiterating one
teeny
little detail here that Jake was not only
much
older - scandalously older, really- , and friends with my parents, but also very much
married.
But Lenore, his wife, was
always
a little frosty I thought, and it wasn't just because I had the hots for her husband. They were one of those couples that just didn’t make sense to anyone. My dad had once let something slip about how Lenore’s father had given Jake a pretty great job after the Navy, before he started working for himself as college football scout, but my mom had hushed him after that, saying we had better things to do than pry into that.

Well,
she
might have, but understanding what Jake found appealing about women was something I was
very much
interested in.

Anyways, that night at the BBQ, she’d seemed extra standoffish; giving me only the smallest of cold smiles as she wished me a happy birthday.
 

Jake meanwhile had given me the best present I could have never actually asked for, which was part of the reason I was lying awake like this now, so late in the evening. When they'd walked over from their yard to ours for the party, he'd dropped a nicely wrapped gift on the picnic table, and then come over and
picked me up
in a big bear-hug! I'd about
died
right there as he'd swung me around, those big strong arms holding me tightly to his muscled body and making me squeal as he chuckled.

"How the hell did you get so
big
, Chelsea?" He’d said, grinning broadly at me at he set my trembling, blushing body back on the ground.

"Jake!" Lenore had rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You
don't
call girls 'big'. And watch your language!"

He'd rolled his eyes at my furiously blushing face. “Oh,
heck
, you know what I mean Chelsea. You grew up! And now you're heading off to
college
! Man, where does the time go?" He'd pushed his hand up through his thick brown hair, flashing me that handsome grin that got me hot all over. “Besides, Lenore, she knows I'm not calling her
big.
" He'd looked at me with that melting smile across his jaw. “You know you're going to be a little heart breaker at school, don't you Chelsea?"

Chapter 2

Chelsea

Ugh
, that hug! Here I was hours later, hours after the party had wrapped up and Jake and Lenore had gone back home, and I was
still
imaging his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and the feel of his body so close to mine.
 

The schoolgirl crush was
much
more adult these days. I'd barely even kissed a boy, being the skinny geek that I was, but I
did
know what desire felt like, and what to
do
with those urges when they kept me awake at night like this.

Closing my eyes and bringing that memory of Mr. Harding's arms around me, I sucked at my bottom lip as I let my hand slip down my sweaty young body until it fumbled at the elastic of my panties. I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight slit.

I moaned quietly. In my head, Jake Harding wasn't stopping at just holding me in his arms. In my fantasy, he was kissing me hungrily, his lips devouring mine and his tongue wrestling with my own as he clutched me to him. I slipped my fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off putting his mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me.

He’d grunt as he pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air as he-

Wait a second.

I froze, my fingers lingering on my pussy as I stopped and listened again. The moan's I'd just heard in my fantasy had
actually
come from reality.
 

I listened hard, straining to hear it again. And then, there it was again, and I felt my pulse jump like lightening in my chest.

"Oh
fuck me harder
, Jake!"

Oh. My. God.

It was Lenore's voice, obviously, and I whirled to peer out my window. I had a view of the Harding's backyard from the back of our house where my bedroom was, which is also where I'd spent many an afternoon spying on Jake mowing the lawn or taking a dip in their pool. But this time, I gasped and felt my young body clench up tight with excitement at what I was seeing. It took me a second, but as my eyes adjusted to the moonlit glow of my neighbor's backyard, I saw it
all
.

Jake's body glistened with the hot summer heat as he grunted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pumped his hips rhythmically against his wife Lenore, who was bent over the lawn chair in front of him.

"Oh
God
, honey! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"

I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared out my window. I almost couldn't believe what I seeing barely thirty feet away from me! Jake Harding was fucking his wife hard from behind, right there in the backyard!

You'd have thought I'd be
insanely
jealous, or heartbroken, seeing the man of my fantasies with another woman. And at first, I
was
. At first, it felt like something in my heart was breaking apart; tearing at the seams inside as the leaden feeling in my gut sank into the pit of my stomach. But, as I watched, I realized I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the whole thing. The more I watched with wide, shocked eyes, the more I
couldn’t
look away. Jake’s muscles rippled under the moonlight, and the more I watched, the more
completely
turned on by the whole thing.

I guess part of me wished that it wasn't
me
bent over that lawn chair with Jake holding my hips and pumping me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen like some sort of voyeur.
 

And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I’d stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy
throb
inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the inside of them while I watched the Hardings in their backyard. I knelt on the ground by my back window, peering over the sill at my hunky neighbor fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed my fingers back into my panties and slid them wetly over my tight little slit.

They were facing me at sort of an angle out there in the backyard. From my vantage point, I could see Lenore's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as Jake's hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

His glistening chest rippled in the moonlight, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind. I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with Jake's thrusting across the yard.

I'd been close before, back in my bed with my fantasy. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching my neighbors making love in their backyard, I could already feel myself close to coming. I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as Jake's pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Come inside me! Shoot your cum and fill me up Jake! Fuck your cum into me and put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant!"

Like a rocket, that did it - for
both
of us, apparently. I bit my hand
hard
as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as Jake's face did the same. He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into Lenore. He roared, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.