Bawdy Hotwife Blizzard Games
Thomas Roberts
Editorial: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopsis
A blizzard has shut down the city. The couple from upstairs and their oversexed neighbor join Kristen and Bill to huddle by the fireplace, take their clothes off, and drink. Before long the couples switch partners, and the hotwives each tell a story about being with other men. When morning comes, after a wild night nobody will forget, at least one swap has become permanent! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “We’re not playing strip poker,” Kristen said, stirring the liquor pot. “Not strip poker, but nearly as dirty.” “Oh, I like the sound of that,” Natasha said, still holding Caroline in a close embrace. “Is this a game where everybody gets naked?” “Yes, probably,” Bill began. “Are you going to kiss me?” Caroline asked just above a whisper while looking into Natasha’s eyes. “Because I’m too drunk to stop you.” “Do you want me to kiss you?” “Yes, but you scare me.” “How about a little kiss while Bill tells us about his game?” “Umm … ‘K.” Kristen had to nudge her husband to talk about the game. Trapper’s eyes went wide when his wife kissed another woman, and they grew even wider when it became obvious that their tongues were involved. “Here’s how it works,” Bill began again. “We’ll use the playing cards to select one woman to give instructions and tell us the dirtiest, sexiest thing that’s ever happened to her. The storytelling role will rotate, so each woman gets a chance, and the storyteller should be either blindfolded or facing the wall.” “Meanwhile, he continued. “The guys are paired with a woman who is not his wife.” “Hey,” Caroline spoke up. “I don’t know how I feel about Trapper being with another woman.” “You’ll feel fine about it, and do you want to know why?” Natasha asked, kissing Caroline’s sensitive throat. “Because you’ll be with another man.” After a moment, Bill continued. “The storyteller must give the couples explicit instructions.” “Instructions? Like what?” Trapper was carefully watching Natasha caress his wife’s large left breast. “Like fondle your partner's left breast.” “This game sounds like fun,” Natasha said. “But shouldn’t we take off our bras first?” Caroline, always a little shy, managed to remove her bra through the armhole of her shirt. Natasha took one of the now protruding bumps between her lips while Caroline looked down in surprise. “If you take your shirt off, I’ll make it even better,” Natasha said. Caroline answered while covering her chest with her hands. “You scare me,” and smiled drunkenly at Natasha.
Disponible desde: 27/02/2023.
Longitud de impresión: 30 páginas.
