Chappie and Jennica decide to join a swing club because their marriage and sex life have become boring, they aren’t sure what to expect. Jennica had always been the dominant personality in their marriage, but she quickly finds herself cowed by the powerful nature of Heather, the club’s manager. They are fascinated by Heather’s ability to lactate for anyone in the club. This is a talent that Jennica decides is something she wants to take on herself…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of two.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
It had been a while since Jennica had been in a hotel. It looked the same, except the last hotel room she had occupied she’d shared with five other women on a college trip. This was better.
But she was much more nervous now than she had been back in college.
“I saw you and Jennica playing with Karen and CJ back at the club,” Heather said to Chappie, guiding him into the room with her hand on his upper arm. “You two looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah, fun,” Chappie agreed vaguely.
Heather had moved her hand to the top of her dress, a motion to make ready to unbutton her garment, but she stopped when she caught Chappie’s tone.
“You don’t want to do this?” she asked, glancing over at her husband and Jennica. The other couple was clinched in an embrace. Steven was kissing Jennica’s neck and she was up on one foot, her thigh rubbing up and down Steven’s leg.
Chappie moved closed to Heather and lowered his voice. “She does,” he said indicating his wife.”
“But you don’t?” Heather asked, concerned. This happened occasionally, both halves of a couple decide to join the club, but the reality proves a little too much for one member.
“It’s mind bending,” he said while watching the other couple. Steven had removed Jennica’s dress but left her in her bra and panties. Meanwhile she was busy pulling off his clothes, seeking more.
“It certainly is,” Heather agreed. “Would you like to leave them alone? We can go down to the bar.”
He shook his head.
“Would you like to watch them?” Heather suggested.
Chappie said nothing, but continued to stare.