| Author: | Grace Vilmont | ISBN: | 9781370074129 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | October 7, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Vilmont |
| ISBN: | 9781370074129 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | October 7, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Gary and Catherine’s relationship with Malory and Elisabeth becomes far too complicated for him. Only Malory is truly interested in him while they both have eyes—and other body parts—focused on Catherine. As a man Gary is far too easily manipulated by the women and they get exactly what they want out of him. The one thing that only men can provide women…
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part two of two.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, lesbian sex, sexual humiliation, wife swapping, group sex, ménage a trois, cheating spouses, impregnation and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“It’s a girls’ night, no men invited,” Catherine patiently explained to her husband. It wasn’t that he was willfully being thick, but more that he was upset at being excluded.
“A hen party,” Gary sullenly corrected her.
“Don’t be insulting,” she reprimanded him as she tried on her fifth blouse. He had been watching from the bed as she had changed outfit after outfit in preparation for the evening.
“You know why they invited you to their place, don’t you?”
“Yes, to be polite and social.”
He snorted. “That’s not why they invited you and that’s not why you’re getting all dressed up.”
She studied herself in the mirror another moment before answering. It wasn’t too fancy nor too casual; it would have to do. “I’m dressing up because I want to look nice and make a nice impression. There’s no reason to look like a slob when visiting friends.”
“They invited you to their place because they want to have sex with you without me,” he told her flatly. “And you’re dressing up to impress them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. The three of us aren’t going to have sex in some bizarre sex orgy that you’re imaging in your head.”
While he had been imagining a sex orgy in his head, he wasn’t going to admit that to his wife. “It wasn’t a bizarre sex orgy,” he retorted. “It was a regular orgy. A bizarre sex orgy would involve some serious kink. Midgets. Rubber suits. Whipping. Spreading peanut butter all over your bodies and then licking it off. That sort of thing.”
She gave him a withering gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Gary and Catherine’s relationship with Malory and Elisabeth becomes far too complicated for him. Only Malory is truly interested in him while they both have eyes—and other body parts—focused on Catherine. As a man Gary is far too easily manipulated by the women and they get exactly what they want out of him. The one thing that only men can provide women…
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part two of two.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, lesbian sex, sexual humiliation, wife swapping, group sex, ménage a trois, cheating spouses, impregnation and other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“It’s a girls’ night, no men invited,” Catherine patiently explained to her husband. It wasn’t that he was willfully being thick, but more that he was upset at being excluded.
“A hen party,” Gary sullenly corrected her.
“Don’t be insulting,” she reprimanded him as she tried on her fifth blouse. He had been watching from the bed as she had changed outfit after outfit in preparation for the evening.
“You know why they invited you to their place, don’t you?”
“Yes, to be polite and social.”
He snorted. “That’s not why they invited you and that’s not why you’re getting all dressed up.”
She studied herself in the mirror another moment before answering. It wasn’t too fancy nor too casual; it would have to do. “I’m dressing up because I want to look nice and make a nice impression. There’s no reason to look like a slob when visiting friends.”
“They invited you to their place because they want to have sex with you without me,” he told her flatly. “And you’re dressing up to impress them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. The three of us aren’t going to have sex in some bizarre sex orgy that you’re imaging in your head.”
While he had been imagining a sex orgy in his head, he wasn’t going to admit that to his wife. “It wasn’t a bizarre sex orgy,” he retorted. “It was a regular orgy. A bizarre sex orgy would involve some serious kink. Midgets. Rubber suits. Whipping. Spreading peanut butter all over your bodies and then licking it off. That sort of thing.”
She gave him a withering gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
