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11 Stories of Husbands, Hot Wives and Multiples (The Bisexual Series)

Jennifer Lynne (Autor)

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2018 | 1. Auflage
530 Seiten
JLE Publishing (Verlag)
9780000069894 (ISBN)

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An outstanding collection of eleven of Jennifer Lynne's hottest tales of bisexual action!

Enjoy over 90,000 words as you join bisexual husbands, singles and parties, accompianied by incredibly hot wives, a dominatrix or two, and the sexiest bisexual swinging couples you are ever likely to come across! 

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They call it ‘dogging’ in the UK, which I think is typically quaint and so very English. Here in the States, there’s no specific name for the activity of meeting up with fellow swingers for casual but incredibly sexy, outdoor sex – the American swinging community just call it ‘parking lot fun’, which whilst more descriptive of the pastime, doesn’t sound anywhere near as exciting as the Brit’s take on it.

The general idea is that couples – and singles - meet up in a pre-determined, out of the way place, and have sexy fun times in their cars. Sometimes they keep to themselves and put on a horny show of fucking and sucking whilst the other doggers gather around to indulge their own voyeuristic tendencies and masturbate to the live sex show going on within the vehicle. Some couples will roll down a window and invite their audience to stroke and grope – and encourage the gathered people (more often the single guys) to show their appreciation and shoot their hot, sticky loads over their sex-flushed, naked bodies whilst they fucked. And then there were the couples who throw open the car doors and invite single guys, other couples, or any combination thereof to join in with their hot, sexy fun. And it was to the latter group that Seth and I hoped to belong, excited by the fantasy of taking our pick of the horny young men who would without a doubt be congregating around our white Suburban to watch us putting on one hell of a fuck-show.

Seth and I had found a couple of groups via good old Craigslist, and had hooked up – online, via Kik – with one which seemed to be pretty legitimate and comprised of hot couples just like us. Of course there were the ubiquitous single guys, but that was okay by us, it meant that there would be plenty of hot young men to indulge in the bisexual three-ways that Seth and I loved so much.

And so, we found ourselves in a secluded parking lot at ten PM on a Friday night – the night for casual outdoor hook-ups – sitting patiently in our vehicle (we’d brought the Suburban because with the rear seats down we could fit a comfy mattress in the back) and looking out onto a completely empty parking lot.

“Looks like it’s just us, babe,” Seth said with a resigned sigh.

“I don’t understand it,” I replied, “at least four other couples on the Kik group said they’d be here – and a whole bunch of guys, too.”

“You sure we’re in the right place, hun?”

“Positive,” I was a tad offended by my husband’s suggestion that I’d gotten the hook-up location wrong. “The farthest parking lot of the park, I even copied the directions down on the Notes app on my phone.”

“I guess we give it another half hour and call it a night?” Seth sounded incredibly disappointed.

“We can still have a good time,” I said, fidgeting about on my seat. It was a warm night and even with the AC blasting away, my bare legs were sticking to the leather. I was beginning to regret my decision of wearing nothing but a bikini for our supposed outdoor bisexual adventure – I’d had no idea what to wear for such occasions so I’d gone for ultimate sexy and easy to remove within the tight confines of the car. And now I realized that my naked back was also sticking to the rear of the seat.

“Of course we can,” Seth said as he patted my bare thigh, his hand sliding upwards to nudge at where the flimsy cloth of my bikini briefs snuggled into the fleshy V of my damp slit.

I sighed and wriggled against the delicate touch of my husband’s hand, seeking out the hard ridge of his knuckle with my clit. I squirmed a little more, rubbing the swollen, sensitive nub of my love button on the firmness of Seth’s hand. I’d dressed my sexy husband in short denim shorts – no underwear, of course - and a tight, sleeveless t-shirt, and he looked totally delicious with his smooth, tanned skin and firm, well defined muscles; in fact it was a shame that it appeared unlikely that I’d have a hot young guy to share them with. I’d been so looking forward to watching Seth getting it on with another guy – and me, of course! – ever since his first bisexual experience at the adult theater a month or so ago. My pussy gets wet every time I fantasize about watching my hot, bisexual husband sucking a long, thick cock before sliding it deep inside his sweet, tight ass.

“You do look incredibly sexy, tonight, Brooke,” Seth whispered to me, his breath warm and sweet against my bare skin. I wasn’t so sure about that – I looked slutty, that much was for sure; wearing nothing but a skimpy, floral bikini at that time of the night, especially in the parking lot of a closed park – but it was nice to hear, especially since Seth was peering down the dark crack of my ample cleavage with that glint in his eye and a growing bulge in his tiny shorts. I was sure that he wanted nothing more right then and there but to slip his fat, throbbing cock between my big, firm tits and give them a good, hard fucking.

“I guess it is just us, then,” I sighed. Whilst I did relish the thought of getting down and dirty in the Suburban with my husband – I’d always been partial to car sex with Seth, it always made me feel incredibly wanton and naughty – I’d already worked myself up to picking out a nice young guy to play with the both of us, and to having an audience of masturbating voyeurs egging us on.

I popped my boobs out from beneath the scant triangles of thin material that comprised my bikini top, allowing the firm, quivering flesh to jiggle free. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the car, quickly becoming taut, puckered points atop the smooth skin of my breasts. Seth’s eyes widened and he lowered his head to take one of my stiff buds into his mouth, his hand pressing a little more urgently against my cloth-covered pussy. I shuffled my hips forwards and his fingers sunk into the hot, moist valley between my puffy lips, the thin material sliding up into my slippery cleft to soak up my oozing juices.

All of a sudden, our Suburban was lit up from outside. Two bright, piercing beams of light illuminated our car – along with Seth, me, and my bare breasts with their exposed nipples – and then just as quickly as they’d appeared the lights went dark again.

We froze. “What if it’s the cops?” Seth said as he peered out through our windshield, the tent in his pants diminishing visibly.

“Yeah, right?” I hastily tucked my tits away; I was already beginning to doubt that our story as to why I was wearing a minuscule, flesh-flashing bikini in a parking lot at ten at night would really hold water. If questioned by law enforcement, Seth and I had decided to say that we had simply gotten lost on the way home from the beach!

The lights flashed again and I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s not the cops,” I reassured my husband. “The main beam flashing is a signal from another dogger – I read all about it on the Kik group.”

“Cool,” Seth said, his erection once more pushing his shorts upwards. “We have a playmate, then.”

“Certainly looks that way,” I replied. “You should flash him back, make sure he knows we’re not undercover cops or something.”

Seth flashed the Suburban’s beams a couple of times, and we were regaled with more flashes from the mystery arrival – and I couldn’t help but wonder if he (or she, or they) were also disappointed by the lack of fellow doggers that Friday night.

The new vehicle – a smart, red F150 – approached us slowly, lights now dipped, and before long, it was parked up beside us.

The window rolled down and the outstandingly handsome young man in the truck introduced himself as Dylan. “Sure is quiet tonight,” he said with a wry smile. “It’s usually very busy here on a Friday night.”

“Yeah, we were expecting more than just us,” I said, leaning across Seth to get a better luck at the stunning young hunk, my tits all but tumbling from my skimpy bikini top as I rested my arm across the stiffening bulge in my husband’s pants.

“Well, it only takes three to party,” Dylan replied with a broad grin. His eyes roamed over my ample cleavage, and then – much to my delight – he totally checked out Seth with a look of lust in his sparkling brown eyes.

“Then I guess we have a party on our hands,” I said. “Would you like to join us? We have loads of room in the back.”

In the blink of an eye, our brand new friend was out of his truck and clambering into the back of our SUV, where Seth and I were already waiting for him on the comfort of our mattress. “You’ve come prepared, I see,” Dylan said as he made himself at home, “usually it’s wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am outside in the parking lot.”

“We could go outside, if you prefer,” Seth said teasingly as he stroked my bare thigh.

“Nope, this will do just fine,” Dylan replied and his eyes crawled over both mine and my husband’s reclined bodies.

I eye-humped the guy for a minute or two as he lay down between Seth and I, allowing myself to take in his tall, toned body and incredibly handsome face. He wore dark blue jeans and a tight, white t-shirt, both of which served well to show off his glorious physique. I wriggled my semi-naked body against Dylan, my voluptuous breasts pressing into the firm bulge of his bicep, the warmth of my bare skin tingling where it touched him.

Unable to contain myself...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 30.4.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 9780000069894 / 9780000069894