In these steamy erotic romances, strong and sassy women know what they like in bed, and find themselves given the chance of a lifetime when they take on two men at once between the sheets. This book gathers together four of Shawna Jeanne’s best-selling MMF bisexual ménage stories in one red hot collection.
Contains the stories:
For Pete’s Sake: Sheila has always known her husband Pete is bisexual -- his attraction to guys is part of what attracts her to him in the first place. But since they've been together, he hasn't been with anyone other than her, male or female. She wants to reward him for being so loving and faithful ... and she'd be lying if she didn't admit that the idea of watching her husband have sex with another man turns her.
She Said Yes!: Marianne falls for Ben, but he's gay and introduces her to his hot best friend, Johnny. The two guys share everything, and before long, Ben wants to join Johnny and Marianne in bed. Johnny is afraid to ask, though. What if the thought of a threesome scares her away? It looks like she’ll have to take matters into her own hands if she wants both men between the sheets.
Swing Both Ways: The only guy Jenny is interested in is her coworker Eric, but even though he seems interested in her, he’s in a committed relationship with Mike. The way he flirts with her only makes matters worse. Does he like her, or is he only being nice? When they invite her along to a Halloween party, will she be a third wheel, or will she discover the guys swing both ways?
Turning Thirty: Lisa is turning thirty, and knows her youth is fading. So when her boyfriend Nick asks what she’d like for her birthday, she says a threesome. She knows he and his best friend Ray have experimented in the past, so getting them together again with her in the middle won’t be a problem. Nick treats her like a princess, but things heat up royally when Ray joins them in the bedroom.
EXCERPT FROM "For Pete's Sake"
A few years after our wedding, we lay together in our bed cuddling and I asked him, "You married a woman --"
"And a sexy one, at that," he teased, easing a hand down my stomach to cup my crotch. We were nude, and comfortable with each other's nakedness in a way only seasoned lovers could be. His middle finger parted my pussy lips and rubbed my clit.
A zing of desire raced through me, and I snuggled closer to him. "So do you still think you're bi?"
The finger between my legs pushed gently, making me gasp. "Of course I am," he said. "It's the way I was born. I like both sexes."
"You like sex, period," I joked.
"Who doesn't?" He rubbed my clit in a series of sensuous circles, each rotation driving my libido up another notch. "You can always tell me to stop, you know."
"You do, and I'm going to be one horny bitch for the rest of the night," I cautioned.
He grinned and kissed my chin. I turned towards him, and his next peck landed on my lips. Before he could pull back, though, I wrapped an arm around his neck and held him close. "That didn't count. Kiss me like you mean it, mister."
He did, his mouth pressing to mine as if he were dying of thirst and I was the only thing that could save him. His tongue dipped between my lips as he fingered the sensitive button between my legs. Now it was his thumb on my clit, and his middle finger slid along my wetness to slip into my cunt. My muscles tightened, drawing him in, as my lips crushed his.
When he pulled away, I didn't let him get too far. "So if you're bi," I murmured playfully, "do you miss dick?"
He shrugged against me, then ducked his head to kiss my neck. "I have you," he said into the hollow of my throat.
"I'm not exactly hanging, in case you haven't noticed," I pointed out.
He pinched my clit and I squealed with delight. "This will do," he joked.
Sitting up a little, I held him at bay. "No, seriously. Do you miss doing it with a guy?"
Pete rolled his eyes and extracted his hand from between my legs to roll onto his side of the bed. "Sheila," he said, drawing my name out in a long sigh. "Can't we just make love without talking about this? Please?"
The thought of my husband bent over in front of a sexy hunk made me wet. He knew this -- he'd seen the collection of erotic gay images I kept on my computer, and my Kindle full of more than a thousand M/M erotic romance e-books, and the few gay porn magazines I'd bought off eBay back in college. He knew the idea of two men going at it got me hot, and most nights, he was more than happy to indulge in my fantasies by regaling me with tales of his sexual exploits with other men, though I had to admit I didn't believe most of them. I mean, I slept with Pete. I knew what he was capable of, and what made him squirm. As much as I enjoyed a story of nipple and ball torture, picturing him at the mercy of some hulking leather daddy, I knew he'd never have the guts to go through with it.
But it bothered me that I might not be able to satisfy all his needs. I caressed his chest, my fingernails scraping lightly through his fluffy hair, and curled up beside him to kiss his jaw. "Petey, baby," I cooed. I could feel him relax beneath me, and my hand strummed down his belly to dip under the covers and find his cock. One stroke of my forefinger, and it jumped to attention. I toyed with it as I kissed his shoulder. "I'm just wondering if you miss fucking a man."
His arm came up around me. "That's all it'd be, fucking," he told me. "I love you, Sheila. I want to make love to you. Only you."
"But you're bi," I argued.
"I like guys, yes," he said. "That doesn't mean I want to ruin what we have together by cheating. You bought me that realistic dildo."
I gave him a sardonic look. "Baby, it's a rubber dick. You and I both know nothing compares to the real thing."
For emphasis, I gave his stiffening cock a squeeze. He bit his lower lip and moaned, his hand rubbing my back. But he didn't argue. He knew I was right.
"Besides," I said, "it isn't cheating if I say you can do it."
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