Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I'm editing Book 10, tonight. Here's a sample:

Donna is on the couch with Andy and Wes. Carol is entertaining male company on a Futon on the living room floor.

Donna closed her eyes, dropped down on Wes, and rocked her hips at high speed. She was grinding her clit against him, moving herself to the brink. Carol let out a muted cry, and Donna responded, saying, “Tell me when you’re ready, Wes.” 

I’d been on the receiving end of this strategy and knew what was coming.

Wes’s voice sounded strained when he said, “Carol’s coming now, and Dylan looks ready. I can’t hold it, Donna.”

“Don’t,” she growled. Then she switched to a fast stroking motion, just as I’d known she would. Her hips rocked in time, and Wes grunted as his first spasm erupted. Donna went faster still, and her groan told me she’d gone over, too. 

When they’d finished, Donna rested in his lap with her hips rocking slowly as they settled into the afterglow. Their eyes met and Donna chuckled, which made Wes laugh, too. She said, “We’re getting pretty good together.”

“I know,” he said. “We can do it nice and slow . . . or get our rocks off in a hurry, when we need it.”

“I think I’m gonna tell Carol to keep you around,” Donna said. “Speaking of Carol,”—she looked back over her shoulder, then came around to face Wes—”looks like she’s ready to change partners. That’s my cue. Feel better?”

“Much,” he answered.

“But you’re still hard as a rock.”


“Hold onto it, Wes. The night is young.” She gave him a kiss, then held eye contact as she rose off him, making a face as he popped free. “Enjoy the show,” she said.

I’d managed to keep my hand off my dick, but it had been a challenge. If watching Carol with the boys hadn’t been stimulation enough, I’d had my wife and best friend going at each other right next to me on the couch. Now Donna stepped between my legs and leaned in for a kiss. I could taste Wes on her. I still hadn’t gotten used to that.

She paused with her face near mine and smiled, as she whispered, “You’ve got a full plate tonight, with both of the women in your life fucking other guys, right before your eyes. You must be enjoying yourself. Just settle back into the couch. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She stood, turned, and backed into me. She stepped over my legs, then reached between her thighs, found me, and began to rub the head of my dick along the length of her labia. She was soaking wet, and I knew that some of it had to be Wes’s load draining out of her. It made me even harder, if that were possible. 

With the head of my cock wet and slippery, she brought it to her opening and gave me her weight. This was one of those rare times when I slipped right in. Wes had her relaxed, open, and dripping wet. 

Once she’d taken all of me, she stayed down—essentially sat in my lap—and lay back against me. She turned her face to me, and said, “What do you think? Wanna try it like this?”

“Sure,” I said. “Now we can all watch.”

She nodded happily, and said, “How about that?” She reached behind her, found my hands, and brought them around to rest in her lap. 

I could take the hint: My right hand began to sneak into her bush and my left found her breast.

She turned to look at me, said, “Good boy,” and shot me a little grin. I felt her pussy muscles give me a squeeze and watched the grin spread into a full smile.

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