Hyacinthe, Beverley, and Inigo all work at the Botanical Gardens. They all feel a close bond to the plants and love their work. The problem is that Beverley and Inigo both love Hyacinthe. Cinthe loves both Beverley and Inigo equally.
This could turn into a very messy love triangle. And that’s before Inigo discovers that someone is stealing rare plants.
Be Warned: menage sex (FFM), anal sex, sex toys, f/f sex
“Who wants to be first? Or should I do you both together?”
“I don’t mind.”
Beverley and Inigo spoke at the same time.
“Okay I’ll do you together.” Hyacinthe sprayed shaving cream lavishly over Inigo’s blond curls and then over Beverley’s brown ones. Next she wet the razor and stroked it around Inigo’s cock. Beverley couldn’t help noticing how Inigo’s shaft grew longer when Hyacinthe touched it.
Then it was her turn as Cinthe swept the razor across her mons.
Unbelievably carnal sensations swamped Beverley—the gentle slide of the razor across her pubis, the light touches of Hyacinthe’s slender fingers on her pussy. Then she watched the razor move through the nest of curls surrounding Inigo’s cock, understanding why he was groaning and shivering as goose bumps spread across her own flesh, not from cold but from lust.
Shaving the two of them together was twice as potent an aphrodisiac, Beverley understood now, because even though seeing a man’s cock did not arouse her, knowing Inigo was feeling what she was feeling, knowing Hyacinthe’s soft touches aroused him as they aroused her—all that was beyond erotic, way beyond the usual teasing of foreplay. Hyacinthe had been making all the decisions for them, but she was right. She was the core around which they were gathered and her choices were just what they needed to help them become a unit.
If Hyacinthe wasn’t careful, Beverley and Inigo would both come before they even got into bed. Or maybe that was Hyacinthe’s plan, thought Beverley. Today was a lot more than “getting to know you better”.