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  IN HER OWN WORDS SERIES (FOUR EROTIC BOOKS)

  Julie’s Story - My Taboo Forbidden Sex

  Anna’s Story - My First One Night Stand

  Lisa’s Story - My Husband Has No Idea

  Ruth’s Story - My First Lesbian Affair

  by

  Alex Madura

  OVER 18 ONLY

  COPYRIGHT

  Julie’s Story - My Taboo Forbidden Sex is written by Alex Madura and this book is

  © 2019 Alex Madura

  Anna’s Story - My First One Night Stand is written by Alex Madura and this book is

  © 2019 Alex Madura

  Lisa’s Story - My Husband Has No Idea is written by Alex Madura and this book is

  © 2019 Alex Madura

  Ruth’s Story - My First Lesbian Affair is written by Alex Madura and this book is

  © 2019 Alex Madura

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Kindle Version - First published in October 2019

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  INTRODUCTION

  This new series of books from Alex Madura, ‘In Her Own Words’ all feature stories from a woman’s perspective and range between 5,000 and 10,000 words.

  Julie’s Story - My Taboo Forbidden Sex is 8,128 words long.

  Anna’s Story - My First One Night Stand is 6,731 words long.

  Lisa’s Story - My Husband Has No Idea is 7,226 words long.

  Ruth’s Story - My First Lesbian Affair is 6,656 words long.

  Individually all these books are ONLY 99p from the Amazon Kindle Store or FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.

  This four book omnibus edition is ONLY £ 2.99, the equivalent of ‘Buy 3 - Get 1 FREE’

  Julie’s Story - My Taboo Forbidden Sex is without doubt the raunchiest, steamiest story so far from Alex Madura. It tells the story of Julie, a thirty nine year old mother who is fast approaching her fortieth birthday, an event that, in her eyes signals middle is not too far away. She felt a building desire to experience something, anything, that would create a lasting memory to take with her on that long, gradual decline into old age. Maybe she would live to a ripe old age, but she was determined to start the journey with a bang.

  Her husband had encouraged her to find a Caribbean resort where they could celebrate Julie’s birthday without the burden of their children distracting them from having some adult fun. She went ahead and booked an ideal resort in the Caribbean which had all the facilities they would need to make the holiday memorable including a ‘clothing optional’ beach.

  But, almost as soon as the holiday was booked Julie’s plans went pear shaped as her husband’s business commitments would prevent him from going and she was struggling to find someone to look after her eighteen year old stepson. In the end she had no option but to take her stepson on the trip instead of her husband.

  Little did she know what that taking a horny eighteen year old would entail and this book chronicles the events of the first few days of the holiday that would change their outlook on their stepson / stepmother relationship and set stepson Martin up with a crash introduction to the joys of the mature woman!

  Anna’s Story - My First One Night Stand is a story about a mid-thirties woman who is frustrated by her current relationship and decides to attend a singles night at a local hotel in town. Her boyfriend’s preferred evening’s entertainment is to play online games leaving her feeling neglected and bored, not the best basis for a loving amorous relationship!

  Once she gets to the singles event and sees that she is one of the younger women there she expects to attract the attention of the regular male attendees. The appeal of ‘fresh meat’ has a few men offering to buy her drinks and take her up to dance but none take her fancy until ’Mr Right’ comes on the scene and charms her with his no pressure approach and she succumbs to temptation and accepts his invitation to leave early for somewhere quieter.

  Once back at his place, she overlooks the untidiness of his bachelor flat and they spend the rest of the evening embracing and making tender passionate love and she experiences the sex she had craved for with a skillful, accomplished lover.

  Whether this evening develops into an ongoing relationship, one thing is certain. Her loser of a boyfriend will be getting dumped the next day...

  Lisa’s Story - My Husband Has No Idea is a story about Lisa discovering the joys of an illicit sex life after an early menopause put her off sex with her husband for a number of years. When she started to feel frisky again, instead of her husband benefitting from her improving libido, Lisa turns to a former colleague who had previously tried to have an affair with Lisa. The timing wasn’t right then, but now Lisa was on heat again and this time it would be her making the first move.

  Her plan to seduce Mike worked and they ended up at a local dogging spot for some daytime fun. They had been watched and this excited Lisa and she was now wanting to try dogging with her fuck buddy on a nearby nude beach. The great British weather put paid to that idea but fate intervened when Lisa’s husband had to go on a business trip for two nights giving her the opportunity to travel to a nearby town with Mike one evening and satisfy her lust by entertaining a stranger half her age in his car on the top level of a multi storey car park!

  Ruth’s Story - My First Lesbian Affair is a story about Ruth’s first taste of lesbian sex. Her company always brought their staff together over a weekend every December for a conference and a boozy meal to celebrate the previous year’s hard work. This year’s event saw Ruth and her colleagues from all over the country travel to muli-cultural Birmingham.

  As usual the conference and meal were less than scintillating but as the formal part was over by ten o’clock, Ruth and a few others headed out into the city centre to find a bar with a dance floor to let their hair down before returning home the following day. It was in this bar that Ruth met Michelle, a beautiful, shapely black woman who was also out with her work colleagues on their Christmas night out.

  As they danced they felt a chemistry building between them and it would lead to Ruth taking Michelle back to her hotel room for the most memorable night of sex of their lives!

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  JULIE’S STORY

  MY TABOO FORBIDDEN SEX

  One of my milestone birthdays was approaching fast, my fortieth to be precise. My fortieth birthday, the dawning realisation that middle age was setting in and that I needed to experience something, anything, that would create a lasting memory to take with me on that long gradual decline into old age. Maybe there was a long way to go, but I was determined to start with a bang.

  So, I raised the issue with my family, I needed to do something special to mark the occasion, but what? My husband suggested a cruise but my impression was that they were for the retired older generation, or so I thought. Then my husband had the idea of an all-inclusive resort so I started to research them online but they all seemed so expensive, until I found one fairly obscure resort in the Caribbean that actually looked quite interesting.

  My husband encouraged me to continue researching some options and then book the resort I wanted, but I had to make sure it would fit in with his busy schedule, so I went ahead and booked a ten day break before I changed my mind.

  The only problem was it
would be tight for my husband as he would be on a business trip that, at the earliest, would get him home the day before we were due to depart for the ten day break. And, after telling him the dates I had booked, he informed me that he might have to leave before the ten days were up as he was leading a team who were working on a huge contract abroad that he was responsible for. He told me that, all being well the arrangements would work out okay, but if there was an emergency and he had to return early then his company would pay his fare.

  The details of the resort sounded idyllic, nestled on a secluded private beach on a small pristine island in the Caribbean. Even though it seemed to be small the resort’s facilities and entertainment sounded great. The one caveat, that could be described as pretty risque for us anyway, was that they promoted part of their beach as a ‘clothing optional’ area and called their entertainment program as ‘excitement for swingers at heart.’ I thought it best not to mention this to my husband as he might not see the possibilities, but it raised the hair on the back of my neck, in a good way, as I thought that being naked in public might be the thing to spice up our lackluster sex life.

  My memory raced back ten years and pulled out a chapter in my life I never really shared with my husband, for obvious reasons, as I had a three month affair with a colleague from work. He was fresh out of university and the company we worked for made me his mentor before he transferred to the head office in London. In reality, he mentored me, sexually anyway. He might have been eight years my junior at the time, but his eight inch cock gave me an experience than I had never had before, certainly from my husband, who was about three inches shorter than my lover.

  Even after ten years, the thought of that cock and the illicit sex we had still excites me although there is still a little lingering guilt about having an affair. But if the truth be told I missed the excitement and buzz of pushing my sexual boundaries so the thought of a ten day break at a hedonistic resort had my juices flowing.

  It was probably only a fantasy, but maybe my husband could be persuaded into a little extracurricular activity and we could swap partners with another couple, but if not, maybe I could use the sun, the rum and the nude beach as an excuse to sneak off and pursue my own illicit desires with another partner.

  I visualized myself with all kinds of different guys including fellow guests, but the scenario that excited me the most was the possibility of having sex with a local black man to see if the old tales of them being ‘hung’ was hype or reality! In the weeks leading up to our trip I just about worked my way through a packet of batteries in my overworked vibrator.

  Then, things began to go tits up and the arrangements for the trip started to hit problems This holiday, in my mind anyway, was the chance to kick start our flagging marriage, but only if we could find someone to look after our daughter and my stepson, from my husband’s first marriage.

  My sister was going to ‘babysit’ the two of them, but then her mother-in-law had an accident, and instead of being a childminder, she had to switch roles and become a nurse.

  Thankfully, after a week of stress, our daughter Meg found refuge with one of her friends, but son Martin was without a place, or should I say, someone to watch over him. Granted, Martin had just turned eighteen recently so could join the army, vote, or even get married but even so there was no way I would leave my man-child alone in our house, as the thought of him partying with a load of his mates without parental supervision didn’t bear thinking about.

  I already knew he was not a virgin. He was a good looking lad and without a doubt he had a lot of girls chasing after him, but I did not want the house trashed in our absence. Five days before we were due to leave, a friend from work offered to take him in. I was kind of skeptical of Diane as she seemed to be just an oversexed cougar, and even though she was married, I had grave reservations of leaving Martin in her care, even though I was beginning to get desperate to have him settled in somewhere.

  The next day, my husband called with some devastating news. He would not be able to make it to the island until the middle of the first week at the earliest. At best he would have maybe two or three full days with me there.

  ‘Great! maybe I should cancel too,’ I angrily told him and my disappointment must have resonated down the line. He hesitantly suggested that I should still go on the trip. All that escaped my mouth was a sharp grunt although it was not a grunt of objection but of frustration. Still, he sounded conciliatory and then asked if Martin was taken care of because maybe he could go with me in his place for company if he had nowhere else to stay.

  I quickly tried to think of an excuse not to take Martin since I still had not told my husband about my fantasies or the resort’s enticing nude beach. ‘Shit,’ I thought, I really wanted to go so I told him that I would ask Martin, but he probably would not want to go on holiday alone with his stepmother.

  I was wrong. That evening Martin gave an exuberant, resounding yes to going. He read the brochures, and Martin being Martin, could not wait to check out the watersports on the beach, even though it was near to the clothing optional part. I dreaded the thought of my son chasing naked women, or naked women chasing him in my presence. But, if there was no other option, and if I wanted to go, I guess Martin would have to tag along, but hopefully not get in the way if a hung, black, local hotel worker took my fancy!

  I started to repack my case as I didn’t think that I would need to bring some of my more intimate items like stockings, suspenders or my new basque that I was planning on surprising hubby with out there.

  One of the items I had bought for the resort was a string bikini and my thoughts went back to the day it arrived in the post and how sexy I looked when I had tried it on. This might be the last time I could get away wearing something like this, and if I’m honest, I did look dynamite in it. To hell with it, stepson or no stepson, I wasn’t going to let him stop me flaunting my curves beside the pool or on the beach.

  It was a little amusing when we checked in at the airport, the travel itinerary still said Mr. and Mrs and we both laughed, but then again he is a Mr. and I am a Mrs. so it was technically true. When we went to board the plane I got a wink and nod from the attendant behind the counter checking our tickets and boarding cards, then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘I’m jealous, have fun with your cub.’

  I don’t know why I did what I did, my vanity or wicked sense of humour, but as we headed out the door to board I grabbed Martin’s bum cheek and gave it a squeeze, knowing full well the attendant was watching. Martin jerked in surprise and then mouthed, ‘what the hell, Julie?’ I just playfully smiled back.

  When we got to the resort and checked in, we were still listed as Mr. and Mrs., but when the receptionist realised Martin was my stepson and not my husband, she apologised and said there were no rooms left with single beds, only doubles.

  ‘King size?’ I asked and she confirmed it was. Not a perfect situation but it would have to do. The room was awesome and the double patio doors opened up to a patio with a view of the beach. There was a fence separating us from the next door room and another from the sandy beach which was not more than a few feet from our patio and the view along the beach offered a tantalising peek into the hedonistic environment on display.

  The fence separating us from our neighbours patio was not that high and we could see our next door neighbour was standing completely nude, his gorgeous penis swinging in front of him as he walked towards a buxom, naked woman lying face down on a wooden lounger. I could not take my eyes from them, I was mesmerised, and so was Martin who was now standing beside me. We were in cold, wet, England twelve hours ago and now we were looking out at bronzed naked people lapping up the sun.

  After about thirty seconds, he said, ‘Wow, nice tits, this view is fantastic.’

  I hit him in the arm and feigned anger, ‘Martin, that is not something you say in front of your stepmother!’

  ‘Oh, I am sorry,’ he said, faking having any remorse, ‘ by the way, yours are even better,
maybe not as big but they are more shapely.’

  ‘Martin, I am your stepmother, stop it. Anyway, how would you know?’ I said, quickly scanning my memory banks just in case he had ever seen me naked in the house.

  ‘Just guessing,’ then continued, ‘but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough,’ as he tilted his head towards the beach.

  I was a little flabbergasted at his comment about my breasts, but to be honest, a little proud that he though his stepmother had better ones than our buxom blonde neighbour.

  I returned inside and quickly took stock of the room. It was not laid out for those with even a smitten of humility. There was a large tub, big enough for multiple people, totally exposed in the corner of the room, right alongside a glassed in shower stall.

  There had to be a bathroom somewhere and sure enough there was one, but behind the door was just a toilet and sink. The room was intended for a couple, not a mother and stepson so we would have to work out some privacy arrangements as there was no way I would use the shower or bath in front of my stepson.

  Martin must have correctly read my consternation, a goofy smile stretched across his face as he looked at the tub and then at me.