Stacey's Sleepover (or, A Threesome with my Boyfriend and his Best Friend‪)‬

When Stacey checked on her house-guest she didn't expect to find him lying there with the covers pushed aside, stark naked and clearly very aroused. She didn't expect to suddenly want him so much. The question is, what should she do about it?

An explicit adult story featuring a variety of sexual acts, including a threesome with one woman and two men, from the bestselling author of Bad Again and The Virgin And The Three Brothers.

Extract:

At the foot of the stairs she paused.

The living room door was half-open. She leaned around the door and peered inside.

Saleem was lying there on the sofa-bed, flat on his back. The duvet was in a tangled heap, only partly covering his lower legs.

His eyes were closed, thank god. He was still asleep.

He would never need to know that she had just looked in and seen him lying there naked, his long cock lying flat against his belly with a very impressive morning erection.

She checked again. Eyes still closed, face slack with sleep.

That cock was a beautiful one. Not the longest she had ever seen, but still a good size, and broad. She could imagine what it must feel to be filled with that. It lay against his belly, its base in a knot of dense black hair, his balls big, nestling between parted thighs.

Saleem was a footballer, and it showed in his physique. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His belly was flat, with the slight ripple of a six-pack even when he was relaxed, asleep. His legs were lean and well-muscled. An athlete's legs.

Other than that dark tangle of hair at his crotch, and more under his arms, his body was virtually hairless, with only a few sparse hairs even on his legs. She wondered if he waxed or if this was a natural thing. She didn't really care, just admired the way it emphasised the definition of his muscles.

Her eyes were drawn back to that hard cock and she realised she was getting wet.

She shouldn't be studying him like this. She shouldn't be imagining what it would be like to straddle him and guide that meaty cock inside her. She shouldn't be standing here so wet and so horny that she could almost feel her c**t throbbing with desire!

She backed away, unsteady.

In the shower, she leaned against the cold wall. Her headache had gone. Everything had gone in the presence of that sudden need to f**k her boyfriend's best friend.

She tried to put it out of her mind.

She tried to think of bland things, everyday things, and when that failed she thought of Mark, of how she was going to go back up to their room and suck that gorgeous cock of his until he was about to explode, and then stop him, lean up against the full-length mirror and have him take her from behind while she watched. That way, there would be no bed creaking to disturb Saleem.

Saleem...

(continues)