Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Adriana Kraft
Word Count :22000
Publication Date :2010-08-04
Series : Swinging Games#2
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-298-5
Fantasies and swinging fuel the fire of lust and excitement.
Friends with benefits —a brand new world opens up for Jen and Brett Andrews in the enticing but unpredictable world of swinging. Will Pam and Rick be all they've hoped for? Will Tom and Linda disappear after chatting them up? What about Carl and Alice? Fantasies and new hookups fuel the fire of lust and excitement, but what will happen to their marriage?
Brett saw the women's gazes meet in the mirror.
"I need to change my blouse before we go out," Pam announced. Without waiting for a response, Pam undid the top button. She paused, perhaps waiting for a protest from Jen. Seeing and hearing none, Pam proceeded to undo each button and shrug out of the blouse. Bare to the waist, she remained behind Jen, making no move to retrieve a replacement blouse.
Brett could see Jen nervously wet her lips. Her eyes had widened as she took in Pam's reflection.
"You like?" Pam murmured, cupping a breast.
Brett's breathing stopped as he watched Jen turn her head and flick her tongue out at the proffered breast.
"Nice, very nice." Pam smiled toward her husband sitting next to Brett. "Don't worry. We won't tarry. Sometimes things simply happen."
"Right," Rick groused. "Just don't get too carried away."
Pam bent over and nibbled on Jen's ear. "Do you truly need that bra? It really is a distraction."
Jen shook her head and stood. She reached for a button on her blouse.
"Let me," Pam said.
Brett watched Pam quickly and efficiently undo Jen's blouse. The front-clasped bra was next and then his wife's boobs sprang forth. They were at least a size larger than Pam's and they sagged a bit more, but they were gorgeous and he didn't feel a twinge of jealously when Pam dipped her head to suckle one.
Jen rose on her toes and held Pam tight. She rocked back and forth. Her jaw fell slack. One of Pam's hands disappeared under Jen's skirt.
Brett glanced quickly at Rick who had somehow freed his cock and was lightly skimming it as the dance between the women continued. Quickly, Brett did the same.
"Good God," Jen whimpered. "I'm going to come." She looked wildly about until her gaze settled on him.
He wasn't positive she could see anything through her orgasmic haze. It didn't matter. She knew he was there watching. "Go for it, Jen."
"Ride the wave, girl," Rick called out. "She's almost there, Pam."
"Oh hell," Jen wailed. She thrust against Pam and then buckled.