In A Twisted Affair, Greg's wife Mirna plans on a little torture for her rival. Orgasm torture. So of course she instructs her husband to tie his little minx to the bed and doesn't let him stop pleasuring the woman until Sonia can't take it anymore.
I have to admit, writing this story turned me on like crazy. I can't wait to write the next in the series. What will Mirna make her husband to do Sonia next? But first, the official blurb, a short excerpt, the cover and buy links!
Blurb:
Finally able to arrange another romp in bed, Sonia can’t wait for Greg to take her hard and without protection while at a science fiction convention. The catch - they have to do what his wife says. And his wife has an evil streak in her.
Greg’s wife instructs him what to do and if Sonia says no the affair ends. Worse than that, she might force Greg to quit his job so Sonia can't see him anymore. They agree to play her game but neither are prepared for what his wife has in store for them.
This 6,000 word short story is for adults only. It includes light bondage, orgasm torture, oral sex, and sex toys between consenting adults and some readers may find it offensive.
Excerpt:
Greg left the bed to search through his overnight bag. He pulled out black straps with Velcro on each end. He looked at the accompanying picture, then went over to the bed. Sonia got off the bed so Greg could put the contraption under the mattress leaving four straps dangling down the side of the bed. Two at the head and two at the foot.
"Perfect," Mirna said. "Now Greg take off your clothes."
Greg divested himself of his clothes in record time. He was already half hard. It wouldn't take much to get him rock hard and ready for her.
"Excited, are you dear? Sonia, your turn. But go slowly and fondle yourself as you strip."
Sonia's hands shook as she unbuttoned her top. She obeyed Mirna's instructions taking her time with each button before sliding one side down her shoulder. She let the other side fall, then let the garment drop to the floor. Standing in her bra and jeans, she unzipped her pants and shoved them down her legs. Now in just her undergarments she cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples into hard peaks while Mirna watched. Mirna massaged her own nipples in time to Sonia.
Sonia unhooked her bra and tossed the lacy slip of fabric to a chair. Her breasts heavy with arousal, they ached to be touched, suckled. Sonia squeezed them together, then pinched her nipples into harder peaks. Mirna did everything Sonia did, the other woman's eyes half closed with desire.
Sonia skimmed her hands over her stomach and cupped her mound through her soaking panties. She rubbed with her finger lightly until she couldn't take it anymore. She whisked her underwear down her legs, kicked them aside, and plunged a finger into her throbbing wet pussy.
Mirna followed suit, pushing her own finger inside herself. "You're sufficiently wet, Sonia?"
Sonia nodded.
"Show me."
Sonia withdrew her fingers. They glistened with her juices. Her pussy missed their intrusion. She wanted Greg inside her now. She wanted to come again, with him buried deep inside her. But that was all up to Mirna.
"Good. Greg, suck her juices off her fingers. Do not touch her except to suck her fingers."
Greg walked over, keeping an inch of distance between them and took her fingers into his mouth. He sucked hard, rolling his tongue around her fingers to get every last drop of her. He stopped sucking and turned to the camera.
Mirna still plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, her breathing getting quicker. The woman took a deep breath and pulled her fingers out.
"Good. Sonia, go to the bed and lay down. Greg strap her arms and legs."
Sonia walked to the bed on wobbly legs. Desire, fear, anticipation crashed through her as she took her position on the bed. Greg took her wrists gently in his hands and carefully strapped her down with the Velcro bindings.
"Is that too tight?" Greg asked.
She jerked her arms slightly to test the give. If she truly wanted to get out the Velcro would give way if she yanked hard enough. "They're good."
He moved to the foot of the bed. She desperately wanted him to kiss her from foot to head like he had earlier. But he had to do what Mirna said. Obey her every direction. And his wife had said nothing about kissing or touching her yet other than to tie her to the bed.
She felt him fastening the Velcro bindings around her ankles, pulling her legs apart for easy access. She felt exposed, vulnerable. A sudden panic that the door would burst open and an audience would intrude on the scene flashed through her mind. Mirna wouldn't put them through that would she? His wife didn't want everyone to know what they were doing. Sonia took a deep breath and waited. In her current position on the bed she couldn't see his wife anymore unless she craned her neck. All she could do was listen.
"You take direction well, Greg. This is going to be fun for all of us."
"Why the bindings, Mirna? I'm not going to do anything Sonia doesn't want."
"Sonia wants this, don't you Sonia? Because if she doesn't the affair stops now. You will never be able to fuck your little mistress again."
"I'm okay, Greg. I want this. It might be fun."
"It will be fun," Mirna said. "Now, shall we get started? Remember the rules. You do only what I tell you. No improvising. Only what I tell you. Nothing more, nothing less. And Sonia, not a word from you. You do not tell him what to do more of or what to stop."
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