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  He turns to the woman standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands in front of her. He walks slowly around her, taking a leather crop from a hook on the side of his bondage bench, touching her with it, stroking her thighs and bottom through her skirt and running it around her waist. “Redhead,” he whispers in her ear.

  She gulps hard again. Feeling his warm breath on her ear sends a shiver down her body. “Redhead?”

  He strokes her short red hair over her ear with the leather crop. “That’s your safe word, sweetheart. Redhead.”

  “Um. Uhh..hh..,” the woman breathes as Carlton runs the crop up her belly and scrapes it across her nipple several times. It tightens and pokes out through her thin blouse.

  Carlton looks to the woman peering through the viewing portal of a cubicle. He motions for her to come out. “Both of you,” he commands, including the man with her.

  They edge from behind the dark timber partition and approach tentatively.

  “Are you married?” Carlton asks. He’s running the leather tip of the crop up and down the redhead’s inner thighs. She’s clutching the end of the bondage bench with one hand and has her other arm pressed across her breasts. Her thighs are quivering, she looks nervous.

  “Yes, we’re married,” the man replies.

  “And you?” Carlton directs at the man still behind the first of the partitions, his eyes barely visible through the rectangular portal.

  “Yes, that’s my wife,” he croaks and swallows hard.

  Carlton looks at the tall, blond woman clinging to her husband. “Undo your husband’s pants. Get his cock out.”

  The guy is fully erect. His wife undoes his belt and the fly of his trousers. They fall to his ankles. She checks with Carlton. At his nod she lowers her husband’s boxers and lets them drop to his ankles too.

  “Now undress her completely but leave her high heels on,” Carlton instructs, motioning to the quivering redhead, who whimpers as her friend approaches and starts undoing her blouse.

  Carlton waits, admiring the bottom of the tall blond as she strips her friend’s blouse and unclips her bra. The blond unzips the redhead’s skirt and wiggles it down over her ample hips. She takes the black lace panties with it and bends to remove the garments from over the other woman’s shoes. Carlton feels the blond’s butt. She looks back at him and clings to her friend’s shoulder. Carlton gropes between her legs, rubbing into her crotch through the thin cotton skirt while holding her husband’s gaze. The woman is hot and wet. She reaches back and clutches Carlton’s wrist. He keeps rubbing into her while her husband squeezes and strokes his cock. “Later,” Carlton whispers to her and smacks her bottom, gripping it hard and shifting her aside.

  He whacks the redhead’s bare arse with his crop. She yelps, and he whacks her hard again. She leans forward and grips the bondage bench with both hands, white-knuckling the shiny red leather and yelping some more with each smack of the crop against her jiggling, red buttocks.

  The married couple are standing there stunned. The husband is groaning from behind the partition. Carlton relents and caresses gently up between the redhead’s thighs with the end of his crop. He parts her labia. It’s slick and glistening with her juices. He explores inside her with the strip of black leather, teasing her clit and making her lift to tiptoes and wiggle back against the soft contact. He whacks her hard again and she lets out a deep guttural moan. Carlton spanks her again and launches into a series of resounding smacks that have her slumped over the bench moaning and breathing heavily.

  He looks to the married couple. “Come on,” he says to the man, pulling him in behind the prone redhead. “Stuff his cock into her,” Carlton tells the blond wife. Her eyes are wide and alive. She claims her husband’s cock and positions it against the split-open lips of her friend’s vagina. He surges into the woman and the man behind the screen groans even louder.

  The man on the redhead’s back starts thrusting into her. She’s crying out with deep moans from her belly each time he pounds against her red-raw bottom. The blond woman has a hand down her own skirt, working its way under her cream satin panties. She’s frigging herself in time with her husband’s thrusts, surging into her friend. Carlton has moved in behind her and starts undressing her. The guy spearing into the redhead thrusts one last time and cries out, holding firmly up her and emptying his balls. The man behind the partition scurries over and shoves his cock in his wife’s open mouth, thrusting a couple of times and gripping her hair to keep her in place while grimacing as he cums in no time at all.

  The two men look at each other, shaking heads. The redhead stands and faces them with an arm across her heavy breasts and a hand covering her waxed pussy. They stand there watching Carlton handcuff the now-naked blond woman to a large steel ring bolted to the wall above her head – her arms raised, her face flushed, and her eyes wide in anticipation.

  Chapter 1:4

  “But they said they need us both at the clinic,” Sofia challenges her husband. She knows there’s no reasoning with him.

  “I ain’t fucking goin’, baby.” He grabs his package. “I’m all man. There’s nothin’ wrong with my swimmers.”

  Sofia rolls her eyes. “Well, how would you know unless you get tested?”

  “I just fucking know! There’s nothin’ wrong with my manhood, baby. You’ve got to go get tested and find out what’s goin’ on with YOU. You chicks are always havin’ problems with shit like that, ain’t ya?”

  Sofia just glares, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

  “But ya do! You got your whatever every month with bleedin’ ‘n’ that, and you get infections and shit, don’t ya? You just go get checked out and make sure everythin’s workin’ proper.”

  “Damn it, Gino. Do I have to talk to your mother or something? Is that what you want?”

  “What the fuck? Talk to Mum? Waddya mean? Don’t fucking say anythin’ to my mother.”

  “All right, I give up. But if you ever seriously want to start this family you’re gonna have to wake up to yourself!” Sofia demands, waving her finger at him and storming off in frustration.

  She returns to her laptop and the email from the fertility clinic. She takes a moment to calm herself then replies, confirming the appointment for herself and Gino. It’s three weeks away, and she intends to keep working on her husband during that time. They’ve been trying to get pregnant for more than six months. It’s time to look into what’s not working, she thinks to herself.

  Sofia shuts the laptop and grabs her car keys. She spends the morning shopping for the lakeside resort they’re heading off to the next morning. She picks up a few summer dresses for the beach and a couple more with matching new shoes for the nightclub she saw in the online pictures.

  That night Sofia opens her legs for her horny, pushy husband but finds herself cuddling up to him and staring at the ceiling until he grunts, rolls over and goes to sleep. She considers sneaking out to the lounge with her laptop to check out that secret room again. But she resists the temptation and rubs herself into an orgasm with her eyes shut tight and her imagination taking her into that red room with the masked blond man. Gino’s snoring loudly beside her.

  Chapter 1:5

  “You can sit in front,” Sofia tells her husband. They’ll be travelling in Ray’s car. Ray’s brother usually sits in the back, with Gino in the front passenger seat when the three of them go out cruising. “It’s fine,” Sofia assures him, holding up her manicured hands in frustration, anxious to get going. “I’ll sit in the back with Lachie.” She smiles at Ray’s younger brother, standing there waiting to be told where he’s sitting. He smiles back, his dark eyes twinkling at her.

  Lachlan is 25, six years younger than Ray and two years younger than Sofia. He’s taller than Gino and has a well-built, muscular physique. Though quiet and shy, he has his brother’s measure in intelligence and wit. Sofia is more than happy with the prospect of spending a three-hour car ride beside him.

  “Are you sure this is all ri
ght?” Gino asks, swivelling in his seat to speak with Sofia. The two brothers are checking something under the bonnet.

  “It’s fine, Gino.” Sofia pecks a kiss at her husband’s lips and sits back in her seat. She’s directly behind him. He twists around further, craning his neck to look at her. She clips in her belt and stretches the skirt of her short floral dress down a bit.

  “Aw fuck,” Gino groans. His eyes roll up from Sofia’s legs. “I can already see your panties, baby. They’re both gonna be checkin’ ya out all the way.”

  Sofia bites down on a grin, raising her eyebrows in defiance.

  “Aw shit,” Gino groans some more and tilts his head down for another look. “Can fuckin’ see them easily though, baby. Sit on the other side so Ray isn’t gettin’ an eyeful.”

  “I’d rather sit here so he CAN get an eyeful,” Sofia teases. “And his brother can sneak some peeks too,” she adds, fiddling with the neckline of her dress. It is cut deep and tight between her breasts but gapes a little when she scrunches her shoulders together and checks down at them.

  “What the fuck are ya doin’ out there, loser?” Gino yells to Ray as he climbs from his seat.

  Sofia settles with the skirt of her dress positioned so she doesn’t appear to be flashing too obviously. She watches out the window and takes more notice of Lachlan, who has stood back now with Gino having taken over whatever they were doing under the bonnet. Lachlan’s hands are stuffed in the pockets of his fitted navy-blue shorts. His shoulders are broad, his pecs defined beneath his tight, white tee-shirt. He glances at Sofia and catches her staring. She’s in no mood to look away. She holds his gaze for a long moment before he walks around the car and gets in the back seat beside her.

  “Hey,” she says, feeling her cheeks flush as she tugs at the hem of her dress again.

  The guy nods. His eyes hold hers again but after another long few seconds they break contact and flash down and up her body. “Hey,” he says back to her. His legs are too long to keep them straight ahead so he angles towards Sofia a little.

  Sofia swallows. She takes a breath, suddenly noticing him as a man, not just their cousin’s little brother. His massive hand is resting right there on the seat beside her. She puts her hand on the seat next to his. This young man is an imposing figure, making her feel tiny beside him. “I’m glad you’re coming along,” she says, her voice failing a little.

  “I’m glad to be coming along too, Sofia.” He lowers his gaze, averting it from her, then flashes another look into those beautiful eyes he has always admired. His pinky brushes her hand briefly, sending an instant shockwave through her body. “I’m really looking forward to hanging out with you for a change, not your husband.”

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  End of Part 1 (Sofia & Gino). Part 2 is due for release in 3 weeks – early April 2018.

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  Young wife Julia being felt up by other men, from the hotwife novel “The Sexual Favor”.

  Curt’s sports cruiser is approaching and docks alongside the jetty. He lowers two bicycles then wheels them up towards the house. Julia is there greeting him and claiming one of the bikes to help.

  “Hey, Curt!” Rodney calls down.

  “Hey, Rod. You can use these for the riding path around this part of the lake and if you wanna ride around town call into the shop.”

  “Okay – will do,” Rodney says and waves as the guy disappears onto the deck below with Julia smiling up teasingly. She plucks at her top, which she has changed from earlier. It’s a half-length red tube with tiny shoulder strings, her breasts shaped naturally beneath it and her nipples obvious.

  Rodney waits in the bedroom doorway and can hear his wife giggling and chatting down in the kitchen. He stands there for a good ten minutes while the voices lower and the giggling and banter stops. He edges along the internal balcony until he’s in a sitting area above the kitchen and can hear their voices but can’t make out what’s being said. There are then footsteps and a chair scrapes.

  “Yes, my back too but mostly my shoulders,” Julia says.

  “And what’s Rod doing? Where did he go?” Curt asks.

  “I’m not sure. Mmm that feel’s so nice already.”

  “Yeah you’re a bit tense, love, just relax.”

  “Mmm – I know. Hmm,” Julia moans softly, and Rodney can hear the squishing of oily hands on her.

  He waits a while longer listening intently to more little moans of pleasure and low voices, but he needs to know what’s happening. He creeps along to the stairs and stops halfway down to try and peek into the kitchen. There’s a dining table in there and he can see Curt’s back with his arms moving, as he is obviously massaging Julia seated in front of him.

  Rodney moves noiselessly down the rest of the stairs and across a marble floor to the formal dining area. The doors are open to the deck so he slips out there with his heart pounding. He looks around for an idea and climbs over a rail into the garden to avoid walking past the open doors to the kitchen area. He walks out onto the lawn and goes around to the front of the house. From there he is able to peer in through the lounge room blinds and can see Julia front-on with Curt massaging her shoulders.

  Julia’s shoulder strings are hanging down beneath her arms. Her tube top is covering her nipples but only just, and Curt’s fingers are moving across the exposed portion of her breasts. Rodney watches intently, willing her top to lower. It doesn’t. It sits firmly in place even with Curt’s fingers swiping beneath it a little. Julia suddenly covers his hand and smiles up at him.

  Rodney can’t hear anything but can see that the older man is questioning his wife. She keeps nodding and is still smiling her assent to whatever they’re discussing. Julia releases his hands and they rub down to her sides beneath her raised arms. Then he hooks fingers into her top and lowers it, her tits popping out, and he pushes the little garment down to her waist.

  Julia waits with her arms by her sides and her hands clutching her bunched top. She’s looking down at her breasts. Curt is oiling his hands from a bottle on the table and he checks back behind and into the living area and to the stairs. He leans over Julia’s shoulder and has a look at her tits. She peers down and up from them to his face. He smooths from her shoulders, down her front, and covers them with his hands. He oils them up and massages them, tweaking her nipples erect. Then he smooths down her belly and back up to massage them firmly again.

  Julia rocks her head back and lifts her arms, lightly clutching and holding to Curt’s flexing biceps. Curt rakes fingers up her sides and down then up from her belly, continually cupping and feeling her tits. He focuses on one of them, holding it with one hand and working the nipple with his other – teasing the dark little bud while Julia thrusts that side of her chest forward. He moves to her other tit and focuses on that nipple.

  Rodney takes a big breath and opens the front door, walking in and closing it firmly behind him. He clears his throat and takes a second or two before striding into the lounge room and approaching the breakfast bar and meeting his wife’s smile. “Curt’s giving me a massage,” she states. Her tits are still bare but Curt is working her shoulders and upper back.

  “Hey, Rod,” he says a little tentatively.

  “Hi, Curt.” Rodney swallows hard but manages a light smile as he sits on a stool to watch.

  “And I’m getting used to it before I try topless sunbathing, like we said,” Julia adds. “Curt said he can take us.

  “Yeah Tina goes all the time,” Curt says. “There’s a small island where it’s allowed.” He massages down Julia’s back to her waist then up her sides, pushing her breasts with his thumbs then swiping his fingers up over them from beneath and smoothing his hands back down again.

  “Mmm that’s so nice,” Julia moans and smiles up at him.

  He moves beside her and holds her stomach while working her back with his other hand. He’s massaging up and down her spine. The hand upon her stomach gradually lifts, and as he works into her upper back muscles it closes over one of
her tits.

  Julia is holding his wrist, cuddling it close. He’s massaging the back of her neck. He squeezes her tit and thumbs the nipple. Her head rocks forward, her eyes closed, a light smile on her pretty face.

  Curt looks up and meet’s Rodney’s eyes, locking his gaze while he moves across and feels Julia’s other tit. “You don’t mind, eh?” the older man asks.

  Rodney gulps and shakes his head, looking down and up from where his wife is clearly being felt for pleasure again now.

  Curt leaves off rubbing her neck and slips that hand down to take hold of both of Julia’s tits. He jiggles them and makes her giggle and grip his arms. He squeezes her full globes and slowly runs his thumbs around her nipples, making her undulate against his hands and moan softly.

  Rodney can see the distinct bulge of the guy’s erection poking sideways in his shorts. It presses against as he rubs all the way down to her waist and sweeps his big hands across and up her sides again. He kneads the back of her neck, making her head rock side to side.

  “This is a popular retreat for couples experimenting with other partners,” Curt says mildly. “I’ve done it myself, and Tina’s husband allows her to play around. She never brings him and usually meets a guy holidaying or whatever. There’s also a dedicated resort for swinging, across the far side of the lake.”

  Julia smiles up. “Really? Tina does it?”

  Curt chuckles. “Why not, eh? It’s harmless fun if you’re together on it like you guys.”

  Rodney meets Curt’s inclusive glance. He takes a breath. “So, you’ve done it yourself?”