Erotic Vacations: Carnal Cruises, Boardwalk Bondage, Holiday Wife Share, & Summertime Cheating Wives E-Book

Deborah Cockram

• Herausgeber: Deborah Cockram
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The weather's getting warm – No, it's getting HOT. Humid, Sultry. It's summer, and time for vacation.But you've never seen vacations like this.These get-aways aren't just a break from work, or a chance to get away from the daily grind.No, these are opportunities to let your WILDEST FANTASIES come true.That's right – erotic vacations. Sensual get-aways. Wicked little sabbaticals where the normal rules of right and wrong don't apply.Maybe it's a cruise where a billionaire can buy you for the night…maybe it's a simple trip to the beach for a college coed, where she finds herself absolutely enthralled with a new summer love, so much so that she will submit to anything he demands, even the most debasing activities.Perhaps a quick mountain get-way turns into a rowdy, bawdy romp with strange men (and women – complete with a few little BDSM sessions)…or perhaps a summer at a beach rental for a tired house wife turns into a series of steamy, naughty, wicked encounters with one (or two, or three) young men next door…There are so many carnal cravings to be quenched, and vacations tend to be so short, so let's dive right in…just click and download for the most sensual summer (and winter) get-aways you'll ever know…

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Deborah Cockram

Erotic Vacations: Carnal Cruises, Boardwalk Bondage, Holiday Wife Share, & Summertime Cheating Wives

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Table of contents

Erotic Vacations: Carnal Cruises, Boardwalk Bondage, Holiday Wife Share, & Summertime Cheating Wives

Naughty Night At Sea: Hot Wife Shared with the Billionaire & His Staff

(Threesome, MMMF, Group Romance, Older Man-Younger Woman)

Pounded on the Boardwalk (Boardwalk Erotica #1)

Stripped, Licked & Stuffed at the Theater (Boardwalk Erotica #2)

Pounded in the Surf (Boardwalk Erotica #3)

Hubby's Christmas Surprise:

Stuffed at Christmas: A Rough, Unexpected Foursome

More than a Massage: Two Women, Hubby, & the Back Room

Pounded for Pleasure

The Naughty Wife's Steamy, Wicked Weekend

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(11 Tales of Public BDSM, Threesomes, First Lesbian Encounters, MILF, Stranger Romance & Much More…)

By Deborah Cockram

© Copyright 2017 by Deborah Cockram

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Naughty Night At Sea: Hot Wife Shared with the Billionaire & His Staff

(Threesome, MMMF, Group Romance, Older Man-Younger Woman)

By Deborah Cockram

I shivered, and it felt like there were a thousand little butterflies down in my stomach, all jostling and flitting about, rolling over one another. I reached up to knock on the cabin door, and my hand trembled.

I stopped, turned away, and leaned back against the wall. The air was cool, even though we were on a cruise in the Caribbean, where it's warm even in the middle of the night. Maybe it wasn't the air, but my skin that was chilled – cold and clammy actually – as I stood there, trying to get my racing heart to slow, my breathing under control.

I closed my eyes, thinking of Stuart, how it had felt earlier, first when our hands touched at dinner, a little jolt of electricity running up my arm, and later, on the dance floor, our bodies pressed together, my head on his chest, everything feeling right, comfortable, as it should be.

Still, I barely knew him, and the idea of…well…giving myself over to him for the night, and the knowledge that my hubby was not only onboard with the idea, but encouraging me to do it…it was just a bit more than I could process.

Without warning the door opened. I twirled to see Stuart, standing there, still dressed as he had been at the dance – that tailor-made suit hugging his body, showing off his wide, broad shoulders, narrow waist. I looked into his steel-gray eyes, saw him smile, and I felt relaxed, comfortable.

That's when he stepped aside, motioned for me to enter. I entered his cabin and froze: inside were two men, both young, dressed only in what looked like loin clothes, as ridiculous as that might sound. Their muscular bodies gleamed in the bright interior lights, their skin covered in some sort oil or lotion.

I gasped, turned to Stuart and he smiled.

"We didn't specify I would be the only participant," he said, closing the door behind me. "We only agreed you'd be mine for the night."

I swallowed, my legs feeling weak, and I thought back to earlier in the evening, wondering what I'd gotten myself into…

*****

I stumbled forward, slamming right into Stuart. I couldn't help it – the ship lurched sideways and I was right against him.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, trying desperately to regain my balance, step away. I looked up into his face – Stuart Richardson is a tall man, about 6'4", with wide soldiers and, in his tailored suit, a narrow, tapered waist. Leaning into him like this I could feel his body was hard, tight, and felt my own body shuddering at his touch. What was it about him? Earlier, at dinner, when our hands brushed, it had been like a little jolt of electricity ran up my arm. And now…

I shook my head, as if trying to shake off the memories of earlier, though I remained against him,, staring up into his steel-gray eyes for a few moments, as if lost. I also noticed his gaze, ever-so-fleetingly, dropped down to my cleavage – not that I could blame him. I was wearing an evening-length formal black dress, with a slit two-thirds the way up my right thigh and a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, and kept me nervously self-conscious, afraid if I bent over too much my breasts would pop right out.