Sisters share a used condom….

Portrait of a naked girl with red-haired

Angela snuck along the landing. She could hear the bed squeaking in her room. In spite of all she had seen and done so far that weekend, the sight of her little sister on hands and knees being slammed into a pillow still shocked her. The view was from the side of the mating couple. Tanya’s face was turned away. Mark was holding the back of her neck and thrusting into her, his body slapping against her bottom and jolting her little breasts. He was drawing back slowly then thrusting hard. Tanya let out a moan as he pounded against her again.
Her pants had of course been removed. They were on the floor. Her dress was bunched right up to her neck. Another powerful thrust had Mark jammed hard against her with his head tossed back and a strained expression twisting his face.
“That’s it – he’s done,” a voice whispered at Angela’s shoulder.
Paul was there, yawning and looking dishevelled form a pillow. Angela claimed his hand and led him away from the door before her sister realized they had been watching. “Wait, I need the bathroom,” he said, pulling her into the common one next to the room where Jack was.
“I don’t want to come in and watch,” she complained in horror at the thought.
“No – I’m only brushing my teeth.” Paul grinned. “Come on, the guys told me you gave them another kiss. I want one too but I need to brush first.”
“Oh,” Angela said, blushing a bit. She liked that he wanted to brush before kissing her. That was nice. She leaned back against the wall gripping a towel rail behind her back and watched him scrub his mouth vigorously.
He approached, wiping his face on a hand towel. She bit her lip, peering up at him. “Sexy,” he said, grinning and glancing down at her breasts.
“Uh huh….”
He lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. There was a door beside where she was leaning. It adjoined the small bedroom. Jack was right there on the other side of the thin wall, and Angela knew he would not be sleeping yet.
“Do you like my dress, Paul?” she asked, loud enough that he would hear. “Do you like how see-through it is?”
“I like it,” Paul answered, also speaking normally, his deep voice resonating in the small room.
Even the sound of his kiss was loud. Angela deliberately moaned into his mouth. She scuffled her elbow against the wall.
“Your nipples are dark. I always wondered, but you never show them,” Paul said. “You’re always very well covered – conservative.”
“I know…. I still will be after this too. Don’t you like mystery?”
“Oh I like it. You’re all class, Ang…. Makes this all the more exciting.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m excited too.”
His powerful thigh was flexing between hers. She couldn’t help lowering onto it and allowing pressure against her sex. He lifted his leg slightly and helped her. “Jack said no touching, but that isn’t touching, right? As long as I don’t use my hands.”
“That’s okay. It’s nice with your leg between mine like that,” she answered for Jack’s benefit.
Paul kissed her harder, searching her mouth with his tongue. His thigh continued to flex and soften. He was rubbing her very deliberately with it. She was going to orgasm again if he kept it up. She pressed against his rippling taut belly, scuffling the wall inadvertently now. She broke off another kiss and whispered to him. “You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”
He grinned. “Good.”
Angela clung to him as he lifted her, spreading her legs and getting between them. He held her against the wall and ground his covered erection against her crotch. “Like that?” he groaned into her mouth. “Do you like that, Ang?”
“Uh huh…. Just slow like that, Paul. I can feel you so nicely.”
“I can feel you through those little panties too, Ang. You feel so fucking wet.”
Angela’s orgasm hit. She clung to Paul’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around him. The head of his dick was poking into her, their clothing restricting the penetration. He adjusted his position to keep the head of his penis in place, humping slowly with his pelvis. She relaxed and allowed that. His hands were beneath her bottom, his fingers spreading her pussy lips open.
Mark walked past the open door, fixing his clothing. Angela squirmed from Paul’s clutches. “I need to go and check on my sister,” she said and left Paul standing there holding his cock, the front of his pants quite wet. “You can do that more later,” she tossed back over her shoulder with a grin.
Angela hurried to her room and closed the door. Tanya was in the bathroom. There was an open condom packet and used condom on the bedside table. “Hey, Tan – what about this apple pie?”
Tanya flushed and came out. “I know – I came back but you were being groped and kissed, so I didn’t want to disturb.” She flopped on the bed. “That’s it. No more sex with me today. I’m exhausted,” she huffed.
Angela found her blue bikini in her bag and stripped her dress to put it on. She had a little floral beach dress that she pulled out of her bag as well. “It’s dangerous getting around here half-dressed. Those guys ARE horn dogs.”
“Tell me about it. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But it’s because of these stupid things.” She grabbed the condom and lay back down. Angela flopped beside her. She felt the full end of the condom too. It was still warm.
“Eww,” she said, screwing up her nose.
Tanya just smiled. She had the knot undone. She put the open end in her mouth and lifted the end making the gooey fluid pool against her closed lips.
“No!” Angela cried. “Don’t you dare!”
Tanya continued grinning with her eyes. She parted her lips softly, and the contents of the condom leaked into her mouth. She got up on an elbow and opened to show Angela the thick stringy pool under her tongue.
“You’re disgusting!” Angela scolded, but she also grabbed her sister’s ribs and tickled her. “You little tramp. You’ve been watching that nasty Vera too much already.”
Tanya was squirming and laughing and squealing as best she could with her mouth full. She let out a clear squeal and Angela relented. Tanya sat up, swallowing at the taste of the semen it seemed.
“Well, you can’t just waste it. It takes them so much effort to make such a tiny – not even mouthful – of semen, and you’re just going to toss it in the trash? Here – do you want a taste?” Tanya asked teasingly. She had poked the condom inside-out.
Angela frowned. Actually she did want to taste it.
“Go on – it can’t hurt you,” her sister said more seriously.
“Alright, but give it to me. I’m not licking it off your fingers…. I’m sure the guys would love that.”
“Careful, there’s still some in there,” Tanya said, pinching the deflated tube with her nails and keeping a small pool of fluid captured in the narrow extended end.
Angela took the thing, keeping that bit upright. The latex was wet. She recognised the same smell as from Jack. The semen wasn’t from Jack, though, and that made her belly tingle as she took the little nodule on the end into her mouth and tasted the fluid that seeped from it onto her tongue.
“That’s so hot. Don’t waste any,” Tanya said, watching closely.
Angela was blushing, but she poked her fingers into the tube and spread them while she licked the semen from it. She rolled her eyes at her sister. “Don’t worry – I know what a guy’s cum tastes like. I probably should have done this with Jack’s all the while we were using condoms – now that you mention how much effort it takes them to produce this stuff.” She shook the condom off her fingers at her sister. “Eww – now my fingers are wet, and that would be from you. That really is yucky!”
She went to the bathroom and washed her hands, licking her lips and still swallowing at the strong taste in her mouth. “Bet they wouldn’t want to kiss us now,” she scoffed as she flopped back on the bed.
“So – is it different to Jack’s?”
“It’s different because it’s not Jack’s…. I think it tastes about the same, but it feels nice knowing I have a couple of billion little sperm from a different guy swimming around in my mouth right now. Or at least that’s what I imagine as long as I can still taste it like this.” Angela blushed at the next bit of that thought. “Too bad he doesn’t know I licked up his cum……………..”

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies”.

Hotwife & Cuckold

Hotwife Miranda

X-Rated story excerpt:

Adin sees Miranda over the back of the restaurant at a table with their friends. He leaves his uncle and walks around the crowd, picking up a tall scotch from the bar before joining her. The young, dark-haired Julian is with a group nearby and continually exchanges glances and smiles with Miranda throughout dinner. Adin catches his gaze several times and gets smiled at quite pleasantly, each time attempting to offer something positive in reply, but sensing failure in that. Sienna is as bubbly and talkative as ever. Miranda seems as subdued and distracted as Adin is.
Immediately after their meals, and with the band setting up, Miranda leans close to whisper to Adin, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah…. Already?”
Miranda squeezes his hand and kisses his cheek. “I love you,” she further whispers and stands and walks over to where the guy Julian is standing with another couple of men. Miranda approaches beside him and is welcomed with his arm going around her waist. Adin meets Sienna’s eyes and does a little shrug in defeat. He lifts his hand to wave her a goodbye and stalks over to the bar.
Adin sits there with his back turned to his wife. He can see her in a mirrored wall behind the bar. She glances at him a few times but is chatting and laughing with the group of men. Before long her lover takes her hand and leads her towards the stairs. Adin turns on his bar stool and watches them. Miranda looks back from the top of the stairs and he holds her gaze for a few seconds before she does a little finger wave and turns away.
*
Adin can’t bring himself to follow his wife right away. He leans forward on his elbows and covers his mouth with his hands. His gut is tight and his blood is fizzing and causing a spell of light-headedness. The band suddenly starts and the blast of sound hits him hard and shocks him out of the haze that has descended upon him. He downs his drink and stalks through the restaurant to the stairs. His heart is in his throat as he trudges up and along the hallway to the viewing room. He opens the door and slips in, going to the window and looking through to see Miranda nude on the bed and Julian kicking away his jeans and crawling over her.
The lighting is as Adin had set it. He watches his wife open her mouth and accept the kiss of the man on top of her. It’s a tender kiss that becomes searching then passionate. It’s a mutual kiss, with Miranda giving as much as she’s being taken.
Adin watches while this other man feels his wife’s opening and prepares it for entry. The guy is simple and direct. He just fingers Miranda for a minute then positions the head of his cock and pushes into her.
Miranda spreads her legs wide and grips his butt, holding him while he thrusts then raking up his back when he starts pounding her. She has her head turned aside and is looking at the mirror. It appears to Adin that she has hardly built much excitement at all before the guy between her legs is jammed hard against her and obviously blowing his load.
Adin’s wife strokes down the back of her young lover and grips his bottom to hold him close. He’s propped on his elbows with her face in his hands. He resumes kissing her. His hips are rolling gently, his butt clenching with each thrust into Miranda. Her legs are relaxed aside, her knees bent up and her feet planted. Adin can’t quite see their coupling at the angle he’s viewing from, as they are lying diagonally across the bed. The guy is alternating between kissing Adin’s wife and watching her tits bounce as he thrusts into her.
Miranda begins lifting and grinding against him. She is undulating up off the mattress and fucking herself on the young guy’s cock. Adin squeezes his own erection and watches her build and go into orgasm before the guy on top of her takes control again and resumes pounding her.
Adin watches intently until the guy powers up into his wife and holds firm, pumping a second load of cum into her belly. Adin then slumps on the couch behind him and lies there staring at the ceiling and holding his limp cock in his pants, agonizing over the feel of his beautiful wife’s nude body pressed against him – over the thought of it, and the knowledge that this other man is experiencing that right then.
After probably a half hour lying there, Adin gets up to check through the window again. The bedside lamp is off, and in the dim glow he can see Miranda cuddled up to the guy’s chest. They’re talking and he’s stroking her back. She lifts to kiss him. He holds her head and takes her deeply for a while before releasing her – her head returning to rest upon his chest again.
Adin stands there watching for an hour until he’s sure they’re sleeping. He then abandons his vigil and just checks every now and then over the next few hours. He’s drinking steadily and feeling less pain. He dozes on and off too, and it’s about three in the morning when he checks the window and finds his wife being fucked again. They are under the bed cover. The guy is on top – Miranda’s legs obviously bent up and spread as he thrusts between them. This seems to go on for ages before he finally jams hard against her and pumps his third load of cum into her fertile womb, as Adin pictures it.
The kissing then resumes and Adin turns away and slumps onto his couch to give in to his drunkenness and welcome the mind-numbing relief of sleep…………

From “All Night Long: A Hotwife Awakening”.

Hotwife & Cuckold

Focus on taboo sex and eroticism…

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Formula for Hotwife/Cuckold stories: Wife gets turned on by dominant alpha male and hubby is full of angst but gets hard thinking about his wife being taken. Hubby and wife fuck while fantasising and working towards making it happen for real. Dominant alpha male fucks the wife, totally destroying her like hubby never could.

And that’s great. It sells well. It can be written over and over by changing the names and scenery.

But I don’t find the husband’s angst or humiliation erotic at all (okay to spice up the story but not the main thrust). Then when I get to a scene with the hubby and wife banging, I skim over the pages to find the end of it and get back to seeing where the story goes. Because married sex is boring in this context. And the typical reaming of the wife by the big cock alpha at the end is all physical and gets old fast.

So, when I sit down to write one of these hotwife/cuckold stories, I’m mindful of not following the formula. Which is why I end up with all kinds of men as “bulls”, and why although my books are full of graphically depicted sex scenes, there is rarely a detailed one between a hubby and wife. Oh and none of them are written solely from the wimp husband’s point of view, dragging you through hundreds of pages of his anguish.

Scene from early on in the story of sweet wife Justine:

(Steven 18yo neighbour boy, Jasper 30yo alpha male, Thomas late 50s family friend, Paul is Justine’s hubby)

Justine held her husband’s gaze as she walked toward him still sitting on the steps. She wrung her hands in front, trying to read his expression. His lips curved slightly upward. She smiled.
Jasper was leaning on the rail. “How’d you go, Stevo – get a good load off?”
Steven held up two fingers.
“Two loads?” Jasper cried.
“Yep. It was awesome!”
Thomas came out with a cup of tea for Justine.
“Thank you, Thomas…. I need to eat something too. I need something else in my stomach besides all you guys’ gooey stuff.” She sipped some tea, which felt nice going down. “I was just saying to Steven – I think we should do this after meals from now on. I won’t mind if you guys each have a set time for your sexy fun. At least I’d know what was happening, and so would you…. Unless that sounds silly?”
“I like that,” Thomas replied quickly. “That’s clear and simple.” He shrugged. “Can I be in the evening? At my age testosterone levels rise toward night time. I’m not much good in the morning these days.”
Jasper grinned. “I’ll go first…. Love a morning BJ.”
Justine met Steven’s smile. He shrugged. “Just like you said.” He looked up at the other men. “And we all have to get lost when Justine and Paul want to do it at night.”
Thomas chuckled. Jasper winked at Paul. “Fair enough, buddy.”
Paul nodded and gave a shrug. “Yep – sounds fair to me.”
Justine squeezed his arm. She was sitting beside him, cuddling it. “This is going to be great,” she said to him. “It’s going to be fun.”
“What about for you though, love – will you be okay with giving oral so often? There’s nothing wrong with a good old hand job, you know?”
Justine giggled. “I know…. Maybe a bit of one – a bit of the other…. I won’t mind unless it’s my time of the month. That should be next week, so I might be unavailable for a few days. I usually get cramps and that. It’s pretty yucky.”
“We’ve got plenty of pain killers yet, and there’s a hot water bottle.”
“Really? That will be great at night.”
“Yeah – I found one on top of the pantry, love. Probably some other lady here with the same idea. My Margie used to swear by the old hot water bottle.”
“I know. They’re brilliant. Thank you, Thomas. You’re so considerate.”
“Yeah – sucking up,” Jasper scoffed. “He knows he’s next.”
They all laughed. Justine left them to go and find food. Thomas sat her down at the table and served her fish soup and his quite yummy dough biscuits for lunch. He had developed a recipe for the biscuits over a number of failed attempts. They were pretty good now.
Paul had gardening to do. Jasper had wood to cut. Steven went fishing for the afternoon.
When Justine finished her lunch, Thomas cleared away her bowl. “So, I should be ready for our liaison after dinner tonight?” he asked, grinning.
“Uh huh…. Do you mind waiting? It will be nicer for me if we wait a few hours. I’m not used to swallowing so much semen in one day.”
“That’s fine, love. I’m happy to wait. The anticipation is very exciting, and like I said – I perform much better in the evening.”
Justine smiled up at the older man as he approached behind her. He placed his hands upon her shoulders and pressed his thumbs either side of her spine. Her head rocked forward. “Mmm – that feels so nice.”
He began massaging her, working the tension from her shoulders and upper back. Her shoulder strings were hanging down. She slipped her arms through as Thomas adjusted the top of her dress, tugging it down a little. He rested her forward over the table and resumed massaging her back, working lower now and kneading the muscles either side of her spine down to the base. Her breasts popped out the top of her dress, but she remained bent down with them pressed against the table.
Thomas rubbed up her sides and down as far as her hips. He then returned to her neck, and she sat up, lifting the top of her dress to cover herself. “Is that all nice and soothed now, love?”
“It’s wonderful. Thank you, Thomas.”
“It’s much better with oils. You have lovely soft skin, though.”
She rested back in the chair as he rubbed down her chest. He used only one hand and slipped it down the front of her frock. He felt her left breast, covering it with his hand and kneading it. “There’s not really a muscle group here, love. It’s more for stimulation.”
“Uh huh….”
“You have very responsive nipples.” He tweaked that one then moved to the other, just kneading the back of her neck with his other hand.
Justine opened her eyes to see Paul watching from the window. She held his gaze while the older man continued feeling her up. He swept both hands down between her tits and cupped them, her frock slipping down to her waist. He then claimed both of her nipples and pinched them a little harder. “Is that okay, love?”
“Uh huh….”
He pinched harder, twisting as well. “And that?”
“Mmm – not too hard, though?”
He relented and resumed massaging her breasts and gently caressing her nipples. He concentrated on one, squeezing her boob and running a fingertip around the areola. He wet his finger and used his saliva to make it slippery and cool. She met Paul’s gaze again. He was watching what Thomas was doing. Thomas leaned down and suckled that nipple. She caught her breath and nursed his head. He sucked half her tit into his mouth and lashed the nipple with his tongue. She moaned her pleasure at the tantalising sensation that sent through her entire body.
His hand closed over her thigh. It moved upward and squeezed again. He moved to her other tit and sucked hard then lashed the nipple, swirling his tongue around it and flicking over it. His hand moved again, his long bony fingers kneading and pressing against the edge of her underwear. “Um – Thomas….”
“I know, love…. Just your little clitty through your panties, okay?” He found her clit and rolled a fingertip around it. It was engorged and needed petting badly.
“Uhh..hhh,” she moaned raggedly as he pressed more firmly and isolated it.
“You can have a nice little orgasm if you like, love…. Clit and nipples – do you like them like that?”
“Uh huh – I like that,” Justine said, gripping his head and squirming against the teasingly soft ministrations of his fingers down below. She checked on Paul. He was still watching but wouldn’t have been able to see what was happening beneath the table. The lashing of the older man’s tongue and pressure of his fingers against her clit soon sent her over the edge into orgasm. She disguised it from Paul as best she could, her belly clenching nicely, but Thomas seemed to know enough to ease up when she became too sensitive. Both her nipples and clit were alight with exquisite sensations of pleasure.
Thomas lifted from her breasts, pulling her frock up to cover them. She peered up at him and instinctively parted her lips as he pressed his to them. He kissed her softly, lingering a few seconds and touching her lower lip with his tongue. She bit that lip when he lifted from her. She added a blush and half smile.
Paul cleared his throat from the doorway. Justine blushed at him too, tugging her frock up a bit straighter.
“Sorry – were you um…?”
“No – not that. Not until after dinner,” Justine said. “I was just getting treated to another nice massage for now.”
“Yes – mostly therapeutic – a little bit of sensual,” Thomas added, rubbing her shoulders. “She’s hard to resist being sensual with, isn’t she?”
“Yes, that’s true. She’s a sensual girl,” Paul said.
“Indeed,” Thomas went on smoothing down her front once more. He felt her tits again. She reached up to the back of his neck. He slid his hands down her dress and felt her bare. “Very hard to resist,” he went on.
“Hmm – but you have to wait until tonight now,” Justine uttered catching her dress and pulling it back up.
Thomas patted Paul’s shoulder on his way out the door. Paul took a seat at the table with Justine. “Did he just finger you, sweetheart?”
“No, he just rubbed me down there – just through my panties.”
Paul nodded slowly. “So, they’ve all gone that far now…. Have any of them actually fingered you yet?”
“Not yet…. Are they allowed to?”
He took her hand, holding her fingers and stroking with his thumb. He looked up from the table. “I thought you got it exactly right, baby. I like that you drew the line at no ‘full sex’ and that you’ve got them organized so that they’re not going to be hanging around trying to get onto you every five minutes.” Paul grimaced. “It’s pretty freaky just watching them with you. It’s like a frigging dream or something – like it’s not even real.”
“A dream or a nightmare?”
“No – a dream! It’s freaky but not in a bad way. Except with Jasper a little bit – but I’m getting used to it.”
“I know…. We couldn’t stop him going first, could we?” Justine uttered. “He’s so pushy.”
“Yeah – it was hard waiting out there that first time when he took you inside. Then it was so quiet, and it took so long before you came back out.”
Justine blushed. “It’s because he kept holding back. He kept getting close then making me go slow – letting him build up more…. He only came the once, but it was pretty huge. I was starting to get my achy jaw, so it was a relief when he finally came, and I just had to swallow it all for him.” Justine made a mock yucky face to illustrate how she remembered the big mouthful of cum Jasper had fed her. “But Steven was the opposite. He came so fast! Then I let him have another turn to make sure he finished satisfied…. I can’t believe how much semen I’ve swallowed so far today. But it’s fine. I think I’ll be fine doing this each day. I’ll just have to use my hand more sometimes and only take them into my mouth when they’re ready to cum.”
“Or maybe you don’t always have to take them in your mouth, baby. There’s nothing wrong with just a hand job.”
“Yeah, I know….” Justine smiled through her blush. She bit her lip. “But I like eating it for them. It’s so sexy when they’re watching my face while they’re blowing – having my head held and being made to swallow their cum…. I know guys love that, but so do I.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah – I guess.” His face reddened too. “And I guess it’s fair enough, them touching you – even if they try and finger you, or like with Thomas sucking your tits before.”
“Uh huh – and what about when he kissed me?”
“Well, that’s hardly anything compared to the rest, baby.”
“Do you think? Kissing is very intimate, Paul.”
Paul shrugged. “I thought it all was.”
“Oh, okay…. I like being kissed, anyway – especially if I’m going to do the rest.”
“Exactly! It shouldn’t be all one way. You should demand what you want too, sweetheart. It’s supposed to be about us all being satisfied, and that includes you.”
Justine giggled. “Hmm…. Okay – I’ll like it if there’s lots of kissing before the BJ….”

From “Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island”.

Hotwife & Cuckold

Free love weekend…

Angela

“Well, this has taken on a life of its own, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart?” Jack had flopped on the bed. Angela closed the door and sat on the edge beside him. He rolled up onto an elbow to face her, taking her hand to fiddle with. “I mean, it’s not something I saw coming at all.”
“Me either, Jack. I think it’s something I’ve been needing, though…. I don’t want to marry anyone else, but it’s so amazing to feel the lips and touch of other men like this. I would have died of curiosity if we never did it.”
Jack nodded. “I know….” He shook his head. “I’m really sorry about that other time….”
“I know,” Angela said, intertwining fingers and squeezing his hand. “I know, Jack. I’ve always known.”
He blushed guiltily. “It was this stupid party, and we were apart and…. I don’t know – I just fucked up.”
Angela took a moment to respond. She didn’t want to make a big deal about that now. It had hurt at the time. She hadn’t seen Jack for three months after, and had convinced herself she was wrong about the guilty signals he had displayed. Then he had given himself away completely with stupid questions about fidelity. It had been the beginning of her own curiosity. Up until then she had dreamed of being with only one man – the romance of that. Jack cheating on her had changed her mind. She forgave him without ever confronting him. She accepted his weakness and didn’t want the details. She didn’t want them now. She wanted what was happening – the free love game!
“I think I’m more jealous than angry or upset or anything.”
“Jealous! No, sweetheart. She was just some faceless chick at a party. Nothing to be jealous of. She slept around. I meant nothing to her.”
“No, not jealous of anything between you and her. Jealous of you knowing what it was like to do this, like we’re doing right now. I wished I had been the one to ‘fuck up’ and do it with another guy.”
Jack smiled and frowned all in one. “Well, yeah – that’s fair enough…. And that’s a big part of what I have always felt about it too. I knew I ruined our ‘being exclusive’ thing, and yeah – I felt wrong having had something that you never did…. That’s why I suffered through the last 24 hours pretending this wasn’t bothering me – to punish myself, and also to let you have what I had.”
Angela grinned. “I knew that too…. It made teasing you so much fun.”
“Hmm – fully deserved…. But I actually don’t want you to stop teasing me, Ang. It’s like, good pain. It’s damned sexy! A real fucking rush!”
“Good!” Angela declared flatly. “Because I’m enjoying it, and I want to keep enjoying it until the party ends, but I want to be more quiet sometimes too. Just to lie around and watch movies or something – letting them cuddle me and have their hands all over me – kissing me lying on the lounge…. I’d love that…. Or just sitting on one of their laps to watch the movie – getting my nipples played with or a hand up my skirt if they want.”
“Sounds like our movie days.”
“Yes – exactly. I love our movie days. Only this will be with another man, which is precisely the point.” She offered a little grin. “And with me being quite a bit more open to being touched and played with of course…. I like the way it’s working so far. I want the guys to feel free to just grab hold of me anytime they want – especially in front of you.”
Jack chuckled. “I noticed…. Every time I walk into a room one of them has hold of you.”
Angela giggled, but she wanted to dig deeper. “And what do you think of the way they have hold of me? Is the touching okay?”
“I did it with Tanya before so you would see it’s okay,” Jack answered. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you with that – just to let you know I had decided to play along.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re playing along. I didn’t mind you manhandling my sister. She seemed to like it…. But what about the actual WAY the guys are touching me, Jack – it’s under my top now – what if it was under my panties too? Not just rubbing me through them, but what if it was with their hand down them and with their fingers um…. Well, what if their fingers were inside me – would that be okay?”
Jack didn’t respond right away. He was rubbing at Angela’s hand, his eyes lowered.
“I’d like them to be allowed, Jack. It would be so hot being kissed and fingered by them – their tongue in my mouth and their fingers up me…. Wouldn’t you like to see that?”
Jack looked up, his gaze steady. “I don’t know…. Maybe.”
Angela bit her lip. “It wouldn’t mean anything more than being kissed to me – whether they have something in my mouth or down there – their fingers or tongue” She squeezed Jack’s hand. “It was nice when Paul was inside me….”
“Yeah, that was interesting…. I was kind of stunned for a minute – seeing him actually in you.”
“I know…. I couldn’t help cumming. I was already on edge, and when he slipped in it just sent me over the edge. Just the thought of having our friend’s dick inside of me. And Stan’s got a nice one too. He went in me once but I moved before he got all the way in.”
“Yeah? And he was a getting good enough feel there in the laundry too,” Jack said without looking up. “There was only your wrap between his fingers and your pussy – was he feeling inside you at all?”
Angela nodded. “A little bit…. First he was rubbing my clit, but when he reached down further he was opening me…. I wanted him to finger me right then, Jack.”
“Yeah?” Jack looked up and met Angela’s eyes. “You really wanted him to?”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly. “You’re right about the kissing – about them sticking something in you, sweetheart. It’s far more intense watching that than when they are just feeling you up…. It’s a form of penetration.”
“Yes, it is,” Angela uttered softly. “I like being penetrated by a man.”
Jack held her gaze.
She blushed. Her heart thumped. “What if we let them fuck me properly?”
Jack’s stare didn’t waver. It took a few long seconds before, “Okay, Ang.”
Angela’s blush intensified, filling her face. “Really?” She swallowed at the dryness of her throat. “I think that would make this perfect. I love all of this playing and teasing, but later on when thinking back on this, it would be so much more satisfying if the three other men here had actually fucked me.”
Jack took a breath and huffed a little. “All three of them, huh?”
“I know – but I’ve been teasing them all, so it wouldn’t be fair if I denied one of them and let another. Plus that’s not a lot of different lovers to have before you get married.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s more that the four of us guys are so close as friends…. Though I suppose it’s no different with one of them having gotten onto you than if all three of them have.” Jack met Angela’s eyes. “Just with the bragging rights, baby.”
“Uh huh.” Angela bit her grin. “I think I like that your friends will always have bragging rights about me. I like the idea that later when we’re with any of them I’ll always be a girl they’ve fucked. It will be so exciting giving in to them this weekend.” She whispered close, “Spreading my legs for them.”
“You like to spread your legs for them, don’t you?”
Angela nodded. “I want it, Jack….” She suddenly felt demanding. “I want them to take turns with me over and over…. Let’s make it completely free love? You can fuck Tanya. You can keep fucking her all weekend. We talked about it. She wants you to.” Angela rambled her head off. “We could both experience this, Jack. They’re all single. Tan’s single. It’s only our relationship we’re risking, and I know we wouldn’t have worked without this – so I don’t see we have anything to lose. We were already stale and we’re not even married yet.”
Jack squeezed her hands. He nodded. “Yes! Yes, Ang, let’s do it. Let’s just go full-on free love. Why the hell not? We’ve gone this far – might as well go all the way!” He flopped back on the bed. Angela went with him, cuddling to his chest. “It will be so weird letting them actually fuck you, baby. Hell – they’ve always wanted to!”
“Oh yeah? And are you going to give it to my sister? Have you always wanted to do that?”
He frowned, guiltily. “Um – can I take the fifth?”
Angela giggled. “So, you’d need to, huh? I think that answers the question.”
Jack paused for a thought, it seemed. “Tan’s also just the right kind of girl for this. I think I can have sex with her and never feel uncomfortable about it at a family function later. She’s always so much fun. I think she’ll take it the right way, don’t you?”
“Yeah – I know what you mean. She thinks you’re hot, but it will mean absolutely nothing to her. You’ll just be another of the guys who she got with one wild weekend – no big deal.”
“Yep. That’s what I was thinking. And I’m not going to insult your intelligence by saying it will mean nothing to me either – same as the party chick meant nothing. Which I’m sure you knew.”
“I knew,” Angela said softly, kissing Jack’s lips. “None of this means anything to me either. It’s just make-believe. I’m just pretending these guys are alternate boyfriends – so I’ll kinda know what it was like later when we’re old and grey.”
Angela rested her head upon Jack’s chest. He stroked her hair. “I think you will have to share Tanya with Wes. She told me I have to keep my hands off when he comes back tomorrow.”
“That’s cool. Wes and I get on great. We’ll probably double team her.”
“Jack! Are you going to be crude now?” Angela scolded.
He chuckled.
“Hmm – well, what about that, anyway? I don’t think I want them to gangbang me. I think I’d prefer one at a time. Tanya would probably like it with you and Wes…. I’d like to try oral as well, though.” She peered up from Jack’s chest. “I suddenly like the idea of swallowing cum for a guy. I bet they’ll enjoy those bragging rights as well.”
“No doubt,” Jack said. “When did this happen? You always say it’s gross.”
“I know, but Tanya taught me. She was tasting some, and I figured – if my little sister can….”
“Tasting some?”
“Yep. You don’t want to know.” Angela giggled. “Trust me. It’s a picture you don’t want in your head. But since she was doing it and I was feeling curious about the taste from another guy, well – I tried some too, and I liked it. Not so much the taste, but the idea of doing it was really exciting.”
“Whose load was it?” Jack asked.
Angela blushed. She figured a half-truth would be best. Drinking Paul’s from the glass was more information than necessary. “It was from Mark. From the condom he used.”
“You drank cum from a condom?” Jack’s grin was big.
“Um…. Yes…. But only because Tanya was…. My sister is a bad influence,” Angela concluded. “It’s not me – it’s all her. You need to deal with her, Jack. Put her over your knee and give her a spanking or something…. Although she’d probably love that too.”
“What about watching, baby? Do you want me to avoid doing anything with Tanya in front of you? You looked a bit shocked earlier.”
“I WAS shocked. I wasn’t expecting it, though…. I don’t think I want to watch you actually having sex with her. Maybe if you did that in a bedroom. I don’t think she would like it in front of everyone either. But just playing is fine. I won’t be shocked next time you do that in front of me.”
“Okay, baby. That’s fine. Just so I know not to cross any lines and make you uncomfortable.” Jack gave a little back scratch and tickle. “I wouldn’t mind, though – with you. Not all the time – but if one of the guys fucked you properly while I was there, I wouldn’t hate that. I’d want to watch, painfully I suppose, but it would be a rush – seeing a cock in you again like that – watching your face while he fucked you.”
Angela was blushing excitedly. “Um – okay….” she uttered. “I mightn’t want anyone else watching now that I think about it. It would be sexy being taken in front of you, but I’m not sure I’d want these guys watching each other do me – like some porno show. I’m going to have to make rules.”
“You make whatever rules you want, Ang. These guys will agree to anything you say.” Jack was blushing too. “I know they all want to do you – to be able to just look at you and know they’ve been up you.”
“Hmm….” Angela peered up, biting her grin. “I was just thinking about how many times. We’ve never done it a lot in one day or night, have we? It’s always once and then that’s it until next time. We rarely even do it twice in the same week anymore…. I was thinking I might let each of them have me a few times – maybe tonight, and then again in the morning, and again tomorrow night…. I want the three of them to fuck my brains out.” She blushed. “I don’t mind if I end up sore afterward.”
“Now who’s being crude?” Jack scolded.
“I know. I’m feeling very naughty,” Angela confessed.
“I think Mark might be fairly huge, Ang. He uses extra-large condoms.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind if he stretches me a bit…. I wonder how deep he will be when he’s all the way in me…. I love yours, Jack, but it will be interesting to be fucked really deep. Tanya said it was a little bit painful. I can’t wait to find out.”
“They’ve been using their rubbers with Tan,” Jack said. “I think they bought more, so we’re all good there.”
“Oh…. I guess….” Angela peered up, shrugging a little. “Would they really need to use protection with me?” She turned onto her belly resting her chin on Jack’s chest, smiling up at him now. “I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t.”
Jack’s face reddened. “But wouldn’t that be um…. Wouldn’t it be a bit risky?”
Angela’s blush rose as well. “Um – yes – I’m not on the pill anymore, so there would be the chance of course….”
Jack swallowed hard. “And what if you fell pregnant to one of them, sweetheart?”
“I know, but it would be so amazing to let them have me fully…. It would be so amazing to be held by them afterwards – like, with it inside me…. Plus I’m sure they’d feel more satisfied – just with the knowledge that I’m walking around full of their cum. That would definitely be better for them, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, they’d love it alright! It’s like the ultimate prize for us men – to cum inside a woman.”
Angela giggled. “I know. A wise old man told me that….” She bit her lip, blushing more seriously. “I’d like it if they all took me completely, Jack – to make me take their loads – to take me into the bedroom and bring me back to you with their balls empty and their semen inside of me…. I want them to cuddle me and hold my belly after they’ve filled it up with their cum. That’s why I always put your hand on my belly. I really like the thought of billions of your tiny sperm swimming up into my womb…. Mmm, I just love the thought of that, Jack.”
“Ah, so that’s why you do that now. I was wondering, baby. It’s really nice – very sexy and sweet.”
Angela smiled. “Mmm – and just imagine watching your friends do that with me – watching one of them cuddle me from behind – his hand on my belly making it tingle inside and draw his sperm up into my womb…. Mmm – imagine that, Jack.”
“I’m picturing it,” Jack said, grimacing. “I guess it would make the whole thing that much more intense. It’s certainly felt that way for me since you went off the pill.”
“Mmm – for me too! Maybe we could just use the pull-out method from now on, Jack. What do you think? Just to do it unprotected when I’m fertile but pull out?”
“Oh yeah? And that would be when exactly, sweetheart – your next fertile time?”
“Hmm – soon…. Probably from about now and for the next week or so….” Angela took a breath and peered up – her blush rising. “But I still don’t want them to use condoms or pull out…. I’d rather we just took the chance.”
Jack took a big breath and expelled too. “Just take the chance, huh…?” He stroked hair over Angela’s ear. “This is making it that much more intense now, baby…. The thought of them inside of you – and letting them unload in you with the possibility that you’re close to ovulating. It’s pretty crazy.”
“I know, but I want to do it, Jack…. You want it to happen too, don’t you?”
Jack swallowed hard. “I’m not saying no, baby…. I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling, but I don’t want to stop anything………..”

From the X-Rated novel “Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies”.

Hotwife & Cuckold

Writing erotica for profit…

X R rated

The more sexually explicit, and the more the storyline focuses on sex, the better the sales.

Just passing on simple facts here: I have over 30 titles and have been selling eBooks for years. I don’t pay for advertising, so my customers are those using search and browse on Amazon, also flow-on sales from one book to another.

All of my books have erotic content. I categorize them as being X-Rated (about sex) or R-Rated (containing sex). The books that are ABOUT sex outsell the ones that only CONTAIN sex by a country mile – month after month.

I conclude two things from this:
1) Sex is awesome, natural and beautiful.
2) The customer is right.

An eReader on audio. Awesome!

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I’m an Amazon Kindle man myself, but the other brands are probably just as good.
There are two situations where listening to a book being read to you simply rocks.
While driving or doing some mindless mundane work.
And lying in bed or reclined in an easy chair in the dark.
I do a 4 hour drive quite regularly and have a bit of mundane work to do each week.
Open a book on Kindle – hit play – immerse into the story and the driving hours drift by.
Then there’s the naughty night-time fun.
Open an erotic book – hit play – forget on-line porn, the book is always better than the movie.
Yep – an eReader on audio is awesome.
You get used to the robot voice. Don’t even worry about that.
Try one of my clips for a sample from my Amazon Kindle.
Happy reading… happy ending!
Coolomon