Wedding Heat: Swing Low (BDSM Menage Erotica)
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by Giselle Renarde
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Forget the happy couple--it's the guests that make this wedding sizzle! Neil and Denitsa could be called many things--swingers, fetishists, sex toy connoisseurs, BDSM aficionados--but when they attend their nephew's wedding, their wild sex life isn't something they share with the family. Well, that's not entirely true. After Neil stops off en route to buy a sex swing, fishnet body stockings, a whip and a brand new strap-on, he and Denitsa are eager to invite their sister-in-law Suki to play with their new toys. It's been years since the three of them have gone to bed together. Does Suki still swing that way? WARNINGS: This title contains bondage, domination, lesbian sex, anal fetish, sex toys, and MFF m´┐Żnage.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing/eXcessica, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: October 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [51 KB]
Reading time: 28-39 min.
Denitsa opened her legs and kicked down the sheets.
The sun blazed through curtains she ought to have closed. She couldn't bear to open her eyes. Covering her face with one arm, she cupped her mound and squeezed. Her wiry pussy hair crunched under her hand. She loved that sound. Tracing her fingers through her bush, she pulled her hair until it hurt. Ooh, that felt wonderful. If her husband wasn't around to torture her, she'd just have to do it herself.
Her clit pulsed, and she was surprised at how wet she'd become overnight. What had she been dreaming? It was something strange, and undoubtedly sexual. Denitsa always dreamed about sex, and it gave her some of her best ideas. Nipple clamps! That dream sensation came back so forcefully she hissed and arched up from the mattress.
If her husband didn't get here soon she'd have to go on the prowl.
She was tracing her fingers languorously over her clit when the doorknob jiggled. Denitsa didn't like locking doors. She'd rather get caught, especially in compromising positions. As she spread her legs a little wider and tilted her pelvis toward the entryway, Neil poked his head in the door and looked around until he caught sight of her.
"The sun's high in the sky and you're still in bed?"
Curving her fingers inside her pulpy pussy, Denitsa sighed. "I missed the complimentary breakfast, I think. Did you bring me anything to eat?"
Her husband grinned. "Sausage, unless you've had your fill."
Denitsa rolled her eyes, but laughed. "Never, my darling. I could eat your sausage every morning and not tire of it."
"Can I get that in writing?" He pushed the door wide open. Before she could glance past him in hopes somebody walking near the lake might catch a glimpse of her naked pussy, Neil wrangled a huge metal contraption into the room. The thick, curved poles were painted glossy red, and they arched up, meeting and dipping in the centre. There were things hanging down the middle--straps, stirrups, slings? It had to be bondage equipment, knowing her husband, but she couldn't fathom what it was or how it worked.
"Dare I ask?" she ventured. "Or should I begin by enquiring why you did not find your way to the resort last night?"