Wet Dreams and Fantasies, Book 3
It was a picnic, but everyone was nude and Lisa Graham, was about to play the most erotic game of her life.
Brothers Mark and Jake had introduced Lisa Graham to more acts of eroticism than she’d ever fantasised about. Now they had invited her on a picnic, where everyone was nude, the main activity was a game of multiple partners, and she tumbled into new whirlpools of erotic sex. What would be next on the list?
Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of F/F intimacy and ménage or more sex.
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Some people might have thought the weather an uncertain mixture, sunshine mixed with rain. But for Lisa Graham it was absolutely perfect. The rain brought Mark, the sunshine brought Jake, and today she was headed for a new experience with both of them. She wondered how she’d sustained herself on the days when neither type of weather was present. Other men had no appeal for her at all, and using the toys alone had lost its thrill. After the erotic experiences the two brothers had introduced her to, her body craved more all the time—more arousal, more eroticism, more acts from her wildest fantasies.
She had spent a long time on her bath this morning, soaking in the bubbles and bath salts then smoothing lotion onto every single inch of her body. Yesterday, she’d visited a spa that did Brazilian wax jobs, and her cunt was as naked at the day she’d been born. She touched herself as she rubbed cream on her labia, letting her finger rub slowly over her clit, but doing it alone had totally lost its thrill.
Mark and Jake had explained that a car would call for her at noon. She was to wear absolutely nothing and bring all of her toys with her. She’d packed them carefully in a tote bag that now sat by the front door, but she was still nervous about walking out of the house stark naked.
Oh, well. She mentally shrugged. It couldn’t be much different than letting Mark undress her at Interlude in front of the entire clientele or carry her around the room so everyone could see and touch her pussy. Little had she known the night she’d ducked in for a drink to get out of the rain that Interlude was actually an intimate bar where people left their sexual inhabitations at the door. Somehow, that evening, she had let Mark coax her into sexual play that others could see. To perform for the crowd. But what really startled her was how much she’d enjoyed it and how she’d craved it after that one night.
But Mark was only there when it rained and Jake when the sun shone. Today was a special circumstance, and one she’d looked forward to so avidly her pussy was constantly wet. She reminded herself that she could call a halt to this at any time, but she didn’t want to.
An erotic demon had been unleashed inside her, and she was ravenous to discover what would happen next.