Sex with both Adrian and Gwen was amazing. I had started my separate relationships with them just for the sex, but I started to have feelings for the both of them, which was stupid. I knew it would pass in time.
The problem was what Gwen wanted. Women were always the problem. I wanted sex. Adrian was sex. Gwen wanted more. The problem was, I was actually willing to give her—and Adrian—what she wanted…
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Part two of three.
This 10,000 word novelette contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It contains straight and gay sex, group sex, male chastity, cheating spouses, and sexual humiliation, along with descriptions of sexual activity that not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older.
When I had peered into her plastic tote full of sex toys and paraphernalia, I notice one item missing that I thought she might appreciate. Or at the very least, I wanted to try something new with Gwen. More than likely she had done it with someone else, but I was trying to be…innovative? I’m sure that’s the correct word and the correct reason.
“I don’t think I should accept gifts from you,” she told me when I handed her the small gift-wrapped box.
“It’s for us,” I said, trying to justify it to her while placing it in her hands.
“It feels like a jewelry box,” she said nervously.
She was right. It was about the right size and weight. Too large for just a ring box, but it could have contained a necklace or bracelet, or some other bit of ornamentation.
“Sort of. Just open it.”
Gwen had come over to my place because we liked to mix things up and I claimed to be too busy to leave my home office to have sex in her bed. But she was also the sort of woman who liked to go to strange men’s apartments; it was the thrill of being caught as a hotwife that appealed to her.
Nervously, she tore off the bow and wrapping paper. Underneath the paper was a blue velvet box. She wasn’t stupid. The lid was hinged and I could see her fingers tremble as she lifted it up.
“What is it?” she blurted out upon viewing the little contrivance. “Oh. No…I can’t do that,” she added, realizing what it was.
I took the box out of her hands and lifted up the plug out of the shaped foam that held it in place. “Why not?”
“I’m not into anal sex,” she said firmly.
I was determined to change that.