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The SwingersYou know how one thing always leads to another…?

Like when a European holiday leads to a 24/7 adult party in Amsterdam. And when an informal gathering for like-minded friends becomes a regular thing, and before you know it you’re running a suburban swingers’ club.

Like when a young bride confesses her needs to an older husband, a man of the world who turns out to want only the best for his new wife – whatever it might be that she wants… as long as she tells him all about it afterwards.

A stray word, a comment, a suggestion, and soon your fantasies are coming to life.

The Swingers’ Club brings together eight stories, previously published as Tied to Please Her and At the Swingers’ Club, following the lives of a group of friends as they pursue their wildest dreams. Eight explicit erotic stories featuring hot wife cuckoldry, bondage, anonymous encounters, wild adult parties, and much more.

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Excerpt

“You okay?”

Selena nodded, and took another sip of her coffee. They were out for breakfast at a little diner a couple of blocks from their home, an early start before they headed on to work.

“You seem miles away.” Those dark eyes had a way of fixing on you and seeing deep.

“Just thinking back,” she said. “That was such a trip.”

“Amsterdam?” he asked. He knew her so well. He’d read exactly where her reminiscing had taken her, and that now was the moment when they would finally get things out in the open.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she said.

“Me neither.”

“It surprised me, I think–”

He reached out and put a hand on her forearm. “It’s okay,” he said. “We both got carried away. Place like that…” Before ending up at that party they’d wandered the city’s famous Red Light District, had a few drinks, and then gone to one of the sex theaters…

“There was a moment,” she said. “One moment that keeps coming back to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue.

“You on your knees… watching Nadia go down on me. Your pants around your thighs. Your dick hard. Jerking off while you watched me and then that look of surprise on your face and you looked down and there was another hand on your dick. That blonde woman. Then, even as I watched, the way she just ducked her head down and started to suck you…”

A slight squeeze on her arm. “Like I say,” Martin said, “we both got carried away.”

She looked at him. For a man who could usually read her like a book, just sometimes he could be particularly slow. She covered his hand, where it rested on her arm. “No,” she said. “I don’t mean it like that, honey. What I mean is… wasn’t that just the most horny, sexy thing you’ve ever done? Seeing you turned on like that, watching you respond to a different touch. Such a turn-on!”

He glanced around – had she spoken too loud? When he looked back he was smiling. He must have started to realize he didn’t need to feel guilty, didn’t need to do the whole sensitive thing over that one wild night.

“What was she like?”

He looked down, away, then back up and fixed her with his look. “She did a thing,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Where she jammed her mouth tight around me and then ground down into my lap. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“How so?”

“It was such an unexpected mix,” he explained. “Tight and hard, but then the softness of her tongue, the wetness… It was almost too much, too intense, but the kind of ‘too intense’ where you’re just begging for her to do it one more time.”

“Are you hard now?” She trailed a finger nail over the back of his hand, and then along his wrist to his forearm.

He nodded.

“Are you thinking of that mix of stubbornness and curiosity I have? Of how you know I’m just going to have to try that on you until I get it right, and that’s exactly why you just told me in such detail?”

That smile broadened, and he nodded again.

“And are you going to be horribly frustrated that it’s now eight-fifteen and I have to get to the office for a nine o’clock meeting?”

He shrugged. “That gives us fifteen minutes until you have to catch the train,” he said, “and I’m sure we can find somewhere discreet. I promise you: it’s really not going to take that long if you get it right.”

She sat back and slapped his hand, a little harder than she’d intended. He laughed and she laughed, too, then she stood, fixed him with a look, and said, “Well what are you waiting for?”

(continues…)

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