Here’s
a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy romance single titles.
A naughty little foursome tale
Copyright 2011
Jasmine Haynes
Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind
a little swapping...
The Mitchells and the Harts have
been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes,
professional careers, no kids,...and a kinky streak.
Now they’re about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits.
The sex between them all is hot,
naughty, and unbearably exciting. It
isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome
sex, same room, same bed, all four involved.
For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about
barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky
things they’ve only fantasized about.
But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection,
the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the
wrong partner. Can two couples really
share everything without losing it all?
Chapter One
Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked him from the
inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken belly dancing lessons a
few years ago, and though she’d stopped the dancing, she’d never lost the
ability to use those muscles on his cock when he was deep inside her.
“I want to be fucking you just like this,” she whispered,
“straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed softly, a naughty, sexy sound
that tightened every muscle in his groin—“while you’re licking her.”
Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She
moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when she was spinning him a
fantasy at the same time.
“I want to look down and watch you devouring her pussy.”
This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people always made her engine purr
louder. But fantasies about their next-door neighbors made his wife come harder
than even in the first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each
other.
She threw her head back, her gorgeous brown-sugar hair
falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves it, moaning, pinching her own
nipples.” Cat took him with a faster rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up
with her fantasy of their pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in
her, Drew.”
When she was like this, Cat simply dragged him along. His
body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own to drive hard into her. He
grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she leaned back to give him the best angle
for her G-spot. With sharp little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she
braced herself on his thighs.
“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her hard.”
Christ, he loved her hot and out of control like this. Then
her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm began to ripple through
her. She panted, moaned, tightened her thighs along his hips and bucked on him.
Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot high inside
her, shouting out her name.
Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he pulled her down,
wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered against her fragrant hair.
“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her just like that,
me on your cock and you with your face buried in her pussy.
Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”
She tipped her head back, grinned
at him. “And you love it.”
Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special, gorgeous, with
a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a kinky, naughty attitude toward
sex that was more male than female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to
watch them have sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten
years, Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was
still fantastic.
She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you love licking a
woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”
“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead
as if she’d just made him a great meal instead of offered up another woman to
him. She honestly did not have a jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of
fantasizing, imagining sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes,
foursomes. He knew she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her,
but neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him, her
husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole new level.
She stroked his cock to life again. “I just want to make
sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men need spice.” She needed spice, and her imagination
was fertile with ways of getting it.
She loved role playing. She’d had him try to pick her up in
a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d practically had to go to
blows with another guy that was hitting on her. She’d loved the attention; then
she’d fucked him in their car with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet
away. She liked it risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back
of a car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived on
anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex fresh. Cat needed
to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.
Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy into reality. At
least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a personal ad Cat saw online.
Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The couple
was nice enough, married for twenty years, both in their early fifties rather
than the mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight
proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the attraction wasn’t
there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.
Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on his chest. “I
told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”
Drew chuckled. “What did she say to that?”
He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a look.”
Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe where they’d rented
a house close to the lake for a week. And they’d invited their neighbors. Logan
and Alexis Hart had moved into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year
ago. Alexis was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer,
and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company. Like Drew and Cat, they had professional careers, double
incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone from backyard barbecues to
dinner and card games that lasted long past midnight. Now this, a week-long
Tahoe vacation for some hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her
way, some very kinky games.
“I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring up the subject
of sex,” he mused.
Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve talked about
sex before.”
“Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the same as asking her
if she’d like me to...”
“Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat to finish the
thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect opening to get the ball
rolling.”
“I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there, known for
saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about Logan?”
She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be any problem at
all.”
Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan was a player, but
the man had certainly gotten into the sexual innuendo thing with vigor. When
Cat suggested strip poker instead of their regular game of Hearts on one of
their card nights, Logan had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it.
She was a petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and mouth-watering
breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more reserved than Cat. Drew liked
her well enough. She was smart, funny, your basic all-around nice girl next
door with the ability to really listen to what a man said, not just lip
service. So to speak.
If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker, there wasn’t a
chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot tub. Therein lay his main
reservation about the whole idea; it could backfire and screw up a damn good
friendship.
Cat tweaked his nipple, getting a rise out of his cock.
“What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste of his wife?”
Drew had always known that any kinky play they engaged in
wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a downright insatiable appetite for
more, more, more. He had no illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would
be doing whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they
finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally hot. Maybe
he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed to get exactly what she
wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the consequences, if any, later.
Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved between her
legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be jealous as hell,” he
muttered.
Logan was a couple of years younger than Drew, a few rungs
higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion dollar company to Drew’s VP of
Engineering for a medium-size software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes,
and a gym-toned body Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a
good-looking guy.
Cat pushed him aside. “Oh baby, you make me so wet when you
get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved to watch. “But if you get
her, he’ll insist on having me.”
“Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous thighs.”
She moaned, getting herself worked up again with her fantasy
scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the man himself that she needed.
She wanted the package deal, a foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he
knew a little jealousy added to her sexual high.
The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d feel. Fantasizing
about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in the heat of the moment. In
reality, there might be a whole different set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure
which ones he’d succumb to until they actually did it.
He started down her body, kissing her belly, her mound, then
crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want him to do, baby?” He put his
tongue to her.
“Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your cock in my
mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue while you come down my
throat.”
She rose swiftly to climax, her body trembling. Cat loved
her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her legs over his ears as she came hard.
Drew loved how hot she made herself. He
had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to make the fantasy into
reality.
He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a good friendship
with their neighbors.
