I had lusted after my wife’s posh totty friend for years. Tracey and I were shameless swingers, but Imogen-Louise was strictly off limits. She didn’t do that sort of thing. Then her husband left her and she got a little lonely. Or at least, she had an itch that needed scratching! Tracey and I knew just how to scratch it.
Another dynamite erotica short from the red hot pen of Charlotte Edwards.
Extract: “Oh God,” Imogen-Louise gasped as Tracey let her come up for air. Then she saw me standing over the two of them. “Oh God!” “He’s yours if you want,” Tracey said, her arms still draped over her friend. “We are big swingers and completely discreet.” She squeezed a small breast. “Want him, darling?” She nodded slightly but said nothing. Tracey smiled at me. “I’m not sure,” I said. “I mean. You strike me as a big feminist. I’m not sure you’ll like sex the way we like it!” “Try me,” Imogen-Louise said, getting to her feet. I looked down at her; she was a good six inches shorter than my five foot eleven. “You may be surprised,” she added.
