“Kinky Pink Cocktail? Nice...here ya go,” as he hands it to Jenna.
“Kinky? Really? Is this even a real drink?” both of them glare at me. I chortle, then blurt out, “They were out of Dicken’s Cider.”
“Dicken’s Cider?” Devin repeats.
“Yeah, Jenna loves Dicken’s Cider.”
Jenna faces Devin and says, “Pardon my 12-year-old-for-a-husband.”
Devin bursts out laughing so hard that he slips and falls into the hot tub.
“Are you okay?”
He is still laughing and finally slows down to an intermittent chuckle, then says, “I think she’s had enough Dicken’s Cider for now. We should switch it up to Kinky.”
“Not you now,” Jenna says, standing up with her hands on her hips, smirking at Devin. Her tits stare at Devin, with water dripping off them. And she looks so fucking sexy right now!
We sip our Kinky Pink Cocktails and I’m not sure what’s in it, but it riles all three of us up for more. And I’m not talking about the fucking drink. I say, “Let’s get out of the hot tub, I look like a raisin.”
I make the mistake of standing up with my balls above the water line as my comment hangs in the steamy air. I blurt, “Don’t go there. Either one of you.”
After another hearty laugh, I realize something different. I’m much more at ease. With everything. Maybe it’s the release of an orgasm (actually two for me tonight); maybe it’s the relief that I make it through Devin fucking the shit out of my wife without losing it; maybe it’s just that, tonight, we are making great memories—and a cohort in kinkiness. I don’t want this feeling to end and honestly, want to venture into kinky land.
As we all march upstairs, I feel a kinship. Actually more than a kinship—my raisin is now a full grown plant. Not quite in the same league as my python friend, but I’m comfortable being me.
Ironically, watching my fantasy turn into reality isn’t Kryptonite after all. I feel closer to Jenna in a fucked up way and her loving eyes say she’s grateful for what we have. Sometimes you need to break something and plant the seed (pun intended) and allow it to grow to experience true growth.
Even if it means kinky, no-holes-barred, sex.
So, if I could be a flavor, what would I be?
That’s easy: Chocolate and Vanilla Swirl, with a sweet cherry on top, or better yet—in , in the middle! For now, at least...
I know that doesn’t surprise you. The real surprise comes when I ask Jenna, “If I could be a flavor—any flavor—what would you want me to be?”
She hesitates and teases me by running the pink tip of her tongue under her upper lip, then says, “ You and a full can of whipping cream.”
I open the fridge and sigh, then race to the store.
Thank you for finishing Double Teamed—Sharing Jenna . Please take a few moments to rate and review the book (5 Star Ratings make me smile)
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About Lexi Rush
I love writing erotica but in a much different way: most of my stories are based on real events with real people. Sure the names and places are changed—to protect the guilty—but there are plenty of people who graciously share their experiences with me. And I’m happy to write it.
As an author, I’m not afraid to venture outside of my comfort zone. In Double Teamed, I wrote in first person, present tense, in the voice of my male primary character. Not easy, but I think the male perspective gives the story a fresh perspective on a hot subject.
It’s hilarious that my co-workers at my day job have no idea of my secret dirty side. In some ways, this Jekyll and Hyde existence helps me keep my sanity in this insane genre of Erotica or as I prefer to call it Romantica.
I welcome your comments and if you have a true story to tell, I’m all ears. Contact me at: [email protected] .
“Kinky? Really? Is this even a real drink?” both of them glare at me. I chortle, then blurt out, “They were out of Dicken’s Cider.”
“Dicken’s Cider?” Devin repeats.
“Yeah, Jenna loves Dicken’s Cider.”
Jenna faces Devin and says, “Pardon my 12-year-old-for-a-husband.”
Devin bursts out laughing so hard that he slips and falls into the hot tub.
“Are you okay?”
He is still laughing and finally slows down to an intermittent chuckle, then says, “I think she’s had enough Dicken’s Cider for now. We should switch it up to Kinky.”
“Not you now,” Jenna says, standing up with her hands on her hips, smirking at Devin. Her tits stare at Devin, with water dripping off them. And she looks so fucking sexy right now!
We sip our Kinky Pink Cocktails and I’m not sure what’s in it, but it riles all three of us up for more. And I’m not talking about the fucking drink. I say, “Let’s get out of the hot tub, I look like a raisin.”
I make the mistake of standing up with my balls above the water line as my comment hangs in the steamy air. I blurt, “Don’t go there. Either one of you.”
After another hearty laugh, I realize something different. I’m much more at ease. With everything. Maybe it’s the release of an orgasm (actually two for me tonight); maybe it’s the relief that I make it through Devin fucking the shit out of my wife without losing it; maybe it’s just that, tonight, we are making great memories—and a cohort in kinkiness. I don’t want this feeling to end and honestly, want to venture into kinky land.
As we all march upstairs, I feel a kinship. Actually more than a kinship—my raisin is now a full grown plant. Not quite in the same league as my python friend, but I’m comfortable being me.
Ironically, watching my fantasy turn into reality isn’t Kryptonite after all. I feel closer to Jenna in a fucked up way and her loving eyes say she’s grateful for what we have. Sometimes you need to break something and plant the seed (pun intended) and allow it to grow to experience true growth.
Even if it means kinky, no-holes-barred, sex.
So, if I could be a flavor, what would I be?
That’s easy: Chocolate and Vanilla Swirl, with a sweet cherry on top, or better yet—in , in the middle! For now, at least...
I know that doesn’t surprise you. The real surprise comes when I ask Jenna, “If I could be a flavor—any flavor—what would you want me to be?”
She hesitates and teases me by running the pink tip of her tongue under her upper lip, then says, “ You and a full can of whipping cream.”
I open the fridge and sigh, then race to the store.
Thank you for finishing Double Teamed—Sharing Jenna . Please take a few moments to rate and review the book (5 Star Ratings make me smile)
http://amazon.com/double-teamed/rating
About Lexi Rush
I love writing erotica but in a much different way: most of my stories are based on real events with real people. Sure the names and places are changed—to protect the guilty—but there are plenty of people who graciously share their experiences with me. And I’m happy to write it.
As an author, I’m not afraid to venture outside of my comfort zone. In Double Teamed, I wrote in first person, present tense, in the voice of my male primary character. Not easy, but I think the male perspective gives the story a fresh perspective on a hot subject.
It’s hilarious that my co-workers at my day job have no idea of my secret dirty side. In some ways, this Jekyll and Hyde existence helps me keep my sanity in this insane genre of Erotica or as I prefer to call it Romantica.
I welcome your comments and if you have a true story to tell, I’m all ears. Contact me at: [email protected] .
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