The following is an excerpt from Training to Love It 2, to be released in November 2015. If you haven’t read the first book in this series, Training to Love It, I’d highly recommend checking it out before reading this excerpt as there are mild spoilers.

My heart was in my throat the whole drive out to that park. It wasn’t far, just a half hour away, but it was far enough that the overdeveloped suburbs gave way to a more open space, to roads that wound through the dark, to more stars in the sky.

The park where AJ’s small group had trained for their triathlon was closed, although just as Erin had said, only a cone kept visitors out.

I drove past the main parking lot, Lot A, which served the river. The lights were still on, bathing the park in pale yellow and making the trees seem even darker around. Tucked at the edge of that illumination was the boathouse, where the rowing skulls were housed out of the elements.

Lot B was further down the road, smaller and just as empty. I parked, took a deep breath, and stepped out.

The night air was warm-going-on-hot, a hint of the day’s humidity refusing to burn off. Seemed fitting, I thought as I hiked back along the road. Out of the lamp light, nature pressed in all around me—the sound of crickets and running water, the damp smell of the river, just out of sight, the moon’s pale light filtering through the thick trees. I wasn’t much of an outdoor guy, but times like this made me want to try it.

When I rounded the bend and laid eyes on the boathouse, all thought of campfires and trips to REI fled. I was back in my moment of frenetic uncertainty. Was this really my life, that I had been sent out here by my wife to watch her have sex with another man?

I skirted the parking lot, afraid that Erin and AJ would pull in at any moment. Following the shadows took me to the water’s edge, where the river ran dark and wide. There was the floating dock, where Erin and her triathlon friends had hung out on Saturday mornings. It was funny to think of them like that now, like a memory of a summer fling. They’d been innocent to the point of naïveté—we’d all been innocent. Would that group ever reform again?

Circling, circling, I made my way to the squat shack about fifty feet away from shore. The boathouse had no doors, and while all the long skulls inside were chained up, I couldn’t help but think how little security that offered. A pair of bolt cutters and a car with a rack would have been all it would take. But we weren’t in the city anymore. The community here had more trust than that.

Trust. The word brought me back to thoughts of Erin and what we were doing here. I trusted her. I had to trust her. It was what made this all work. She may have arranged this evening, but she’d done it for us, together. She may be about to have sex with another man, but she’d set it up so that I could watch. How would this story end? I didn’t know, but I took comfort in the fact that Erin and I would explore it together.

And maybe I was as naive, but I couldn’t wait to find out what came next.

*

I waited in the boathouse for what felt like forever—but in reality was closer to a half hour. I read the news on my phone, checked my email—I had one waiting from Brian Benoit that I’d been avoiding. I shot him a quick reply that he needed to calm down and keep trying it my way. It felt good to have a little control over something.

As soon as I heard the crunch of tires outside, though, that sense of control slipped away. Headlights flashed across the interior walls of the boathouse. My heart convulsed. I crept to the window.

At first, I couldn’t see beyond the bright headlamps, spaced widely on an aggressive grill. I thought of a hammerhead shark looking for prey in dark waters. They swung to a stop in the parking space closest to the boathouse, no more than thirty feet away

Under the parking lot’s floods, the car took form—an orange Camaro, sleek yet powerful. The perfect car for a guy like AJ.

I stood a few paces back from the window, in the shadowy recesses of the boathouse. I held my breath. I could hear my heartbeat. For the longest time, the car just sat there, taunting me. What was going on inside? I watched for rocking, but saw none.

At last, the passenger side door opened. A pair of legs emerged, shiny and bare save the tall heels she wore. My wife’s legs. I leaned in to get a better look. She pulled herself out of the car, drawing a gasp from me. She was naked.

At first, I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me—that she must have been wearing a skintight dress the color of her warmly tanned skin. But I saw her nipples, high and soft brown, and if I looked closely, I could see the slit of her cleanly shaven pussy. She glanced at the boathouse, seeking me in the shadows. I almost stepped forward, but then AJ emerged from the driver’s side. I faded back against the wall.

Unlike Erin, AJ was clothed, although I didn’t miss the way he zipped his jeans up before circling around the car. The action and all it implied landed like a lash.

“Naughty girl,” AJ said. His New Jersey accent seemed thicker than normal, laden with swagger. “You kiss your husband with that mouth?”

“I suck his cock, too,” Erin replied. Her dark hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. When she turned away from me, it whipped around her, alive and playful. She strutted around the front of the car, stroking the shiny paint job. If she were ashamed of her nudity, I didn’t see it in her body language.

“You ever suck it in a moving vehicle?”

“Now that would be a first.”

They met at the grill of the car. AJ pulled her against him forcefully, then ran his fingers over her lips. “I like being your first with things. Ever fucked on the hood of a Camaro?”

“Not yet.”

They kissed, deep and hard.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen them together. Maybe it was because I wasn’t prepared for the way Erin just gave herself to him. But as their lips met and they devoured each other, the air fled my lungs like a kick. If I hadn’t been leaning against the wall, I don’t know that I could have remained standing.

Thing was, I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop staring, even as they tilted their heads and deepened the kiss. AJ grabbed Erin’s ass. Erin tugged at AJ’s t-shirt, pulling it up to reveal his six-pack.

AJ pulled back enough to let her peel the t-shirt over his head. His upper body—worthy of a personal trainer—sent a wave of insecurity for me. With muscles that looked chiseled from granite, with arms as thick as my thighs, how could I compete with that? He had a large tattoo inked across his left shoulder—a dragon, aggressive and tribal.

Before his shirt was even completely off, Erin was sinking to her knees. Her back was turned to me, her head blocking the view, but I didn’t need to see to know what she was doing. If anything, the fact that I couldn’t see made it sexier. Instead, I was forced to stare at her own tattoo—the one she’d gotten for AJ—and the way her elbows flashed around her as she worked open his pants.

“Can’t get enough of it, can you?” AJ said as he placed a hand on the top of her head.

Erin replied by yanking his jeans down around his ankles and freeing his cock. Again, I couldn’t see. Again, it didn’t matter. She shifted, reaching up to take hold of him before she ducked her head in. AJ rocked his head back and growled at the night sky—a wolf howling in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby suck me until it’s nice and hard.”

Erin’s long ponytail flicked impatiently across her bare back as she bobbed along him. I reached down, adjusting my erection so that it wasn’t as tight in my pants. I thought about jerking off. I didn’t.

AJ seemed to regain control. He looked down at her, touching her head again. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman on her knees.”

I winced. The Erin I knew wouldn’t stand for that kind of misogyny. Surprisingly, she didn’t protest. If anything, she seemed to suck him faster.

“Touch yourself,” AJ ordered. “Get yourself nice and wet for me.”

Erin’s free hand moved down between her legs. Her hips jerked as she made contact with her pussy. She pulled off and said, “Already nice and wet for you.”

“Then get up here.”

She fished something out of his pocket before rising, dragging her naked body along him before their mouths met again. That wave of nausea rushed through me as I watched the exchange—funny that that should do it when I was perfectly fine watching her go down on him.

She pulled free of the kiss, shifting until she was between AJ and the car. I saw what was in her hand—a condom wrapper. Still resting against the wall, I leaned forward in anticipation. She tore it open and fished out the circle of rubber.

I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until my vision began to dim. Even then, I could only manage short, shallow gasps. I’m not one to dwell on another man’s anatomy, but all the insecurities that AJ’s physical fitness dredged up paled in comparison to what I felt as I watched Erin roll the condom onto his huge erection. He could have been a porn star, he certainly had the cock for it. It bowed inward like a scimitar with a fat, circumcised head and a pair of heavy, cleanly shaven balls.

AJ picked Erin up like she weighed nothing, placing her on the hood of his car. She braced an arm behind her, her ponytail off her shoulder, and looked up at him.

I had a great angle on the two of them—from the side, their eyes locked, her legs splayed around AJ’s strong torso. She used her free hand to guide him against her mound. He grabbed her hips and pushed forward. Erin convulsed—and so did I. My stomach churned. My head spun. My cock raged.

Erin held AJ’s eyes as long as she could—two, three, four thick strokes into her—before she tossed her head back and let herself go to the rocking sensation.

AJ took my wife. I’d never fully understood that expression until I watched the way he fucked Erin. He manhandled her, practically holding her body aloft as he slapped his hips forward, drawing him against her with each thrust. Erin rested her feet against his lower back, her tall heels pressing lengthwise, meeting at a point at the top of his ass. Her thighs flexed each time he thrust, encouraging him to fuck her harder. I don’t know that he even felt them.

Erin’s palm slipped on the Camaro’s hood. She fell onto her back, stretching naked before her lover. AJ didn’t slow. He didn’t even pause. He adjusted to the new angle a moment later, pulling her sweaty body until her ass hung off car. He set a knee on the bumper, changing angles, driving deeper.

Erin thrashed beneath him. My mouth had gone dry long ago, but I was still surprised when I went to swallow and discovered my throat parched.

AJ groped one of Erin’s tits, teasing her nipple harder than I would have felt comfortable with. Erin cried out, pain mixing with pleasure.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Liar.” AJ grunted. “Liars need to be punished.”

He twisted her nipple. Erin squealed, arching her back and pressing her breast harder into AJ’s hand.

“Let’s see. How do we punish you, my slut?”

The loving husband inside of me bristled at the insult directed at my wife. The man with the wife-watching fantasy groaned.

AJ pulled his cock out Erin. She protested with a cry. “Don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry. We’re not done yet.” He slapped his erection against her mound, teasing her clit before ramming back into her. “Has your husband ever spanked you?”

She hesitated before answering. “No, we don’t do that.” Then, a quick moment later, she corrected: “I don’t do that.”

AJ withdrew from her again. He pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over his car. “Time for a new first.”