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she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

His eyes dropped to my chest where the little maid outfit strained against my tits. "And please, try not to spill anything on yourself, sweetheart. I would hate to see that pretty fabric get...messy." He winked at me as heat crawled up my face. Then he walked away like he didn't just drop a sexy innuendo. By nine pm, the house was already packed with people. Loud music playing behind speakers, bodies everywhere- half naked, some full on naked grinding on each other. Hell! Some were even full-on fucking in the open. So apparently it was a sex party. Why wasn't I surprised?

“I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind—a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.” “I’m pretty sure this is why they make p**n,” I told her, slowly turning my glass around on the table, each revolution like a loosening of my tongue. “On Monday night, he took me to dinner at his sister’s place.” I would’ve laughed at the expression on Dee’s face if I didn’t feel the same way. “I know… I was shocked. She’s nice, actually, and I saw a side of Bane I didn’t think existed.” Darcy thre

"Well, if one of those manly men is your mate, many of the things you are dealing with would just disappear. Powerful guys can do that. And who said anything about romance? I don't need dinner and flowers. For that, I can cook myself or pluck a few blooms from the garden. I'm talking here about raw and unrestrained sex. Pure carnal pleasures with endless orgasms without apologizing. All night long, baby!" Dawn moved her hips in a humping motion, and Zina burst into giggles. A moment later, Talia also started laughing. Talia never had these scandalous girl-talks, but more than paying heed to her discomfort, Talia was glad that the mood in the kitchen was good. Dawn and Zina talked to her in a

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

A man announced, an evilness shinning in his eyes before darkness descended inside the hall. "What did he mean by that?" I asked clutching Vincent's hand when the room fell into darkness. Sexy music began to play and the aura of the party changed entirely. "This isn't an ordinary party Blue. It's called Friday night of lust." And then the lights came on again, this time warm from chandeliers like ambient lights in preparation for something freaky. "People come to this party, exchange partners with random strangers and have wild sex." He said in a low voice. And sure enough, what he said was happening right in front of our eyes.

If she denied that she didn't like the sex with Nick, then she would become a liar. The sex was hot and second to none. It felt so good since it was her mate who disvirgined her. “What are you trying to get at, Wonnell?” Jenna muttered, her mind reeling back to her sister's numerous questions about her mate. ….. Once it was 6pm, Jenna dressed and applied some makeup, ready for the dinner party. “Ms Jenna, it's time for the party.” A maid came upstairs to inform Jenna. “I will be there in a jiffy.” Jenna replied, did some last touches to her make-up and made her way downstairs.

“Yes, i have heard that line about a million times and honestly, i cannot wait to get a feel of it myself.” “It is tonight she is coming over, chill.” “I wish i can move the hands of time faster.” I laughed out loud, dumping a huge chunk of scottish bread into my mouth. “You know, i was thinking we do a bit of role play to add some spice into this forbidden sex.” “Hmm, now you are talking something i love to hear. What do you have in mind.” “You know the first time we had a trio sex, we had the girl act like a dog and we told her exactly what we wanted from her and had her do it right?”

It was beginning to chip away at my patience, and by the time we were on the trip and having had to listen to a full two weeks of Ken and Paul's wonderfully spontaneous and kinky sex stories, I was losing my shit. That afternoon we had a walk on the perfect brown beach where the group, which, I should mention, has a very raunchy sense of humor and poor social boundaries, joked once again about orgies. Paul and Ken asked Mark and me when we would finally consummate our foursome. Having laughingly told Ken I was not into Paul, we all headed up to the dive center. Standing around the counter, talking, the lights cut for a moment, and Ken slid his hand up my denim shorts and cupped my butt, skin

--- "Please control yourself." "I know you don't care much for it."--- He speaks hoarsely in my ear.--- "In fact, it makes you even more aroused by this danger of anyone seeing or fighting. " Of course he would remember the day of the dinner party, that night I met his parents and the rascal was doing me the favor of fingering me under the table while I needed to hold a conversation with my mother-in-law. I really enjoyed that night, the orgasm was even more intense.