She was surrounded by hot beach bums – all of them gay.
Hazel finally consents to sleep with another man while her husband, Leith, watches. It’s her gift for his thirty-fifth birthday. But there is one proviso: it has to happen at a beach resort where Hazel can choose the hottest looking partner of her choice. They arrive at their luxurious holiday destination only to discover it’s Rainbow Month and the resort guests are all gay. But Hazel, now totally committed to the idea of three in a bed, tells Leith to get her a hot man even if it means selling his own ass as bait.
Series: Gay Dick for the Straight Chick
Ebook ID: 5115_1184
lyd Category: Exotica
Length: 106 pdf Pages / 18403 words
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
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Ebook Cover Price: $2.99
Almost since the day we were married, my husband Leith had been badgering me – to sleep with another man. Why would I want to? Leith is the closest thing to God you’re ever going to find on this earth. Muscles coming out his ears, but not the sort of overblown walnuts that professional bodybuilders like to show off, just those firm biceps with that lovely vein running across them. The sort of look that makes you feel protected when he puts his arms around you.
His chest is a whole encyclopedia of muscle and he does, indeed, have washboard abs that I love to rub my pussy over when I’m feeling particularly adventurous. His ass is so perfect he was once asked by an artist if he could paint it. Poor Leith went the color of a London post box and politely declined, although he did offer mine up as long as he could watch, obviously hoping there was more than just paint and canvas involved.
Of course, you’re dying to know about the angle of the dangle between his powerful thighs. It’s a very satisfying eight inches. I know because once, in a moment of madness, I took a tape measure to bed to compare figures with my girlfriends’ about their partners’ length and girth. Leith won hands down in both departments. He’s not as round as a beer can but it’s certainly a handful as well as a mouthful.
So why would he want to watch me with another man? Two possibilities. He’s gay? Scratch that one, he’s as red blooded a heterosexual as they come, and he comes quite often. Perhaps bi. Definitely not gay. So the reason he wants to see me paired off with another man is because his cock is itchy to try out some other fanny?
Over my dead body. No way will I give him permission to play around. He might find someone better than me.
“I don’t want to play around with other women, I love you, honey.” He always pleaded like a little boy. It didn’t make me any more inclined to believe him.
I talked it over with my best girlfriend, Sue. She was so envious I thought she’d explode. “Shit, I’d give five years off my life to have a hubby who encouraged me to fuck around. I’d give ten years to have a hubby like Leith. Mmm. You don’t know how lucky you are, Hazel,” she said.
Lucky? I don’t think so.
“He just wants to dip that big schlong of his in some other woman’s pussy.”
“Is that what he said?”
“No, he wants to watch and maybe join in.”
“What, fuck the other guy while he’s screwing you to the bed?” Sue’s breath was getting decidedly labored throughout the conversation and if she hadn’t both hands atop the café table I would have sworn she was diddling herself.
“This conversation is turning you on.” I was horrified by the thought. “By the idea of my husband with another man.”
“Anyone’s husband with another man, not just yours.”
I winced. “Ewww.”
“In fact any men in any number and any position together.”
“Since when did you become a pervert?”
“There speaks a woman who has obviously never looked at gay men porn.”
“I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may make me sound like a prude.”
“Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
Jazmin loves sex. It’s a serotonin booster and it’s cheaper than a loaf of bread, and nowhere near as fattening unless you’re doing it with chocolate sauce or whipped cream. The only thing better than the real thing is writing about it. She loves sex in all its myriad forms. Sometimes she even mixes a little romance with the sex although she thinks vanilla is only for ice cream.