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This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is re-released with an additional chapter ❤
In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other, Anne needs her own release…
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Thanks to the divinities, who surely were her accomplices tonight, the wood gave no more creaks.
Annee reached the landing and went back to the bedroom, feeling her way through the blackened hall. Except for the continuous rain on the rooftop, the entire house had quieted. Again, she laughed, unable to believe the scene she had witnessed while everyone else was asleep.
Unmistakably wet, the crotch of her sweatpants stuck to her pussy. She could only hope Brian wouldn’t wake when she joined him in bed and get the excellent idea of fucking her in the middle of the night.
Head buzzing, she reached the bedroom and found the bed. He lay on his side of the mattress, snoring peacefully.
She took off her sweatpants and left them in a bundle on the floor. Her cunt sizzled with need, impossible to resist. She moved a hand to her inner thighs and slid a couple of fingers inside her hot wetness. God, so warm, so ready. The two boys had worked her up good.
As she stood alone at the bedside in the dark, her fingers glided in and out, mimicking the slow strokes of an erect cock. Heat rushed through her like a strong wave of warm water washing over her on a sandy beach in the sun. She trembled, and her thighs clenched tight around her hand.
Stifling a gasp, she closed her eyes and knelt on the soft carpet. She had to finish this. Her arousal had built since Micaela so shamelessly kept his gloved hand on top of hers after she helped put his bike upright, his black, self-confident eyes sending her an open invitation. How bold, with her husband standing at her side!
The imaginary cock stroked faster. Another wave of heat, stronger, more ruthless, charged from the deepest part of her pussy and invaded her stomach. A low moan emitted from her throat, and she shut her mouth.
The need for more stimulation grew, delicious and painful at the same time. Her clit felt ablaze, demanded to be touched. Now.
She slid the other hand behind her ass, between the round cheeks and down to the fleshy folds of her cunt again, replacing the slick, working fingers. She moved the first hand toward her clit and, with the palm flat on the tiny bundle of nerves, circled and pressed in a steady rhythm.
Micaela standing nude and hard before her in the complete blackness of her bedroom while Brian came down the hall was shockingly exciting. But nothing beat the intense effects of the scene downstairs.
She imagined their two hard, glistening lengths playing with her now, one fucking her fast from behind and the other rubbing her clit with long, expert strokes.
That did it. Anne’s inner muscles spasmed around her fingers, sending warm juices along both hands. Intense delight rushed over her like fire, making her jerk back and forth. She held her breath and clenched her teeth for fear of waking Brian.
Oh God, Brian.
His soft snores filled the otherwise silent room.
Trembling, she blew out the air she’d held and concentrated on calming. She removed her hands, found the bundle of clothes on the floor, and dried her sticky fingers on the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Beads of sweat rolled between her breasts and down her spine while she waited out the aftermaths of her orgasm.
Her head spun as if she were drunk. She couldn’t place a thought next to another, but it was fine. All that was expected of the hostess now was to go to sleep. It had been a long day.
She got up and reached for the bed. The sheets had grown cold in her absence. She snuck underneath with the ease and grace of a cat.
Still, the mattress moved. Brian’s snoring stopped for a few seconds then picked up again.
She buried her heavy head in the pillow and took a deep, relaxing breath. Vivid memories of Micaela and Todd arousing each other bombarded her mind, but she didn’t have to wait long before sleep took over and brought her far away, to another world.
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
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