The Cougar's Threesome

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 10,000
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Kate's turning 42 and her husband, Jon, has one rule: don't sleep with any man but him on her birthday. They're off to her friend Lisa's sex toy party for a night of fun, frolic and frenzy -- with Jon slipping something very special in her drink to loosen her up.

The night is looking like her best birthday yet -- until Jon has a work crisis that takes him, reluctantly, away from the party and Kate.

Emboldened and feeling fine, Kate finds a whole new level of sensual arousal and as her boundaries melt away, two gorgeous, younger men -- Rick and Fred -- help her to ring in her new birthday with a threesome that makes this cougar howl with ecstasy.

When she gets home from the party, sore, overwhelmed, and grinning, sex with Jon turns her on. What takes their sex from great to explosive, though, is how Jon has Kate tell him every lurid detail of her encounter with Fred and Rick -- all while he's the one devouring her.

The Cougar's Threesome is a story within a story, with hot, steamy sex that gives wave after wave of intrigue and revelation.

The Cougar's Threesome
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The Cougar's Threesome

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 10,000
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As I was squeezing between people in an effort to reach the kitchen, and enjoying myself immensely in the process, I noticed a very attractive tanned hunk of a man staring absent-mindedly at my breasts. I went over to him and complained that my glass was empty. He blinked a few times and opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. I started asking him questions and he tried to respond, but I could tell that he was having trouble talking to me. Which, at that moment, was hilarious and charming.

He managed to say that his name was Fred. He was even more tanned than I, and gorgeous. I was irresistibly drawn to him, and I found myself inching closer and closer to him until my nipples were brushing up and down against his chest while I breathed, and his bulging cock was pressing into my crotch. No other parts of our bodies were touching. I thought to myself, “Talking is overrated, you should just come into the back room with me and we'll see if you can be the first man in history to succeed at licking my pussy dry.”

He stared at me wide-eyed, his mouth gaping open. Once again I got the impression that perhaps I had said it out loud, but that was preposterous. Was he just being shy? I couldn't decide. The feeling of his cock rubbing against my pussy as I rocked back and forth on my heels, and my nipples stroking gently against his chest as my breasts heaved, was driving me crazy and it seemed to be clouding my judgment.

Now I realized I was getting into trouble. I was so wet I knew I must be dripping, and I could feel my juices on my upper thighs. My clitoris was like a volcano about to explode. It was so swollen that I was sure I could actually feel my heartbeat. The entire room seemed to be magnetically drawn to the place between my legs. If I wasn't careful, I was going to come all over my best friend's carpet right then and there. I wouldn't have been embarrassed, I realized. At that moment it felt like nothing could ever have embarrassed me. But Lisa would have been upset, and I couldn't have that.

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