After discovering marijuana in her son's room, Kelly and her husband Tripp decide to smoke it in the hot tub.
That was all Kelly needed to start expressing her inner most sexual desires. This new found sexual freedom escalates until they decide to visit a swinger's club.
A hot night gets even hotter when she explores a longtime bisexual fantasy. Experimenting with sex leads them to a foursome that ends with a man coming down her throat.
Only one problem. He's just given Kelly a gift, and she doesn't know it. He's a shape shifter...
**Warning** EXPLICIT MATERIAL: Not intended for audiences under the age of 18.
Kelly closed in on him, placing each foot just inside his own as sat on the edge of his desk. She slowly dropped to her knees and pressed her face into his crotch. She could feel the heat of his *** pressing hard against her cheek through the thin cotton trousers. She mouthed his ****, running her lips across the outline.
Tripp was overwhelmed. Either he was still asleep in his bed at home or a space alien had kidnapped his wife. He chuckled, a slutty space alien. With haste he reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his **** for her to indulge. Space alien or not he wasn’t passing up a blow job in his office.
His glorious ****! Kelly marveled. Nice and hard, straining against the very skin that encompassed it. Her mouth was salivating as she noted his extraordinary hardness, just like the night before. She wrapped her right hand around the thick shaft and felt each and every vein bulging and throbbing in her hand. The spongy head was just barely past her lips when it began dripping pre-*** out of the little slit in the top. Her tongue rolled over and over the head, tasting, as she stroked his shaft with slender fingers.
With his heavy hands, Tripp pushed the raincoat past her shoulders. She let go of his ***** just long enough to allow the coat to drop to the floor. Her left hand found its way between her crouched thighs. She rubbed her **** as she slipped her fingers deep inside her *****.
This story was smoking hot! Sexy, well-written, only a few small typos that are easily overlooked in the heat of the moment. I was at first confused as to how shifting would make this story any better- it could work very well as a plain erotic story, not just a paranormal- until the very end when it all made sense. I truly enjoyed this read, and I look forward to more from this author.
I thoroughly enjoyed this erotic short story. It was nice to read a story about a mature couple trying to find their sexual identity as empty nesters. They find a few joints in their youngest son's now empty room and smoke them. It was a good way to reduce their inhibitions and a great idea on the writer's part.
I thought the shape shifters part was small to be the title idea. You won't find much talk about the origins of shifters or how it feels to change or any of that type
I obsess over all things naughty and spontaneous. Growing up in the deep Romantic South, I was raised in a prominent family who prided themselves on their ability to appear normal to other socialites.
Straying from my historical roots, I learned to find pleasure within the secret world of swinging. In the eyes of those who see me in the luxurious downtown Charleston shops, I am the typical southern woman. In the eyes of those who know me best, I am a sensual creature who thrives on spontaneous sexual adventures.
My motto is that it is best to try anything at least once; if I derive pleasure from the experience, then I add it to my repertoire of erotic journeys.
For years I have kept track of my various exploits in several purple spiral bound notebooks. It was on the urging of my husband that some of be released for public enjoyment. Actual occurrences are often further expanded on by descriptions of the locations in which they happened, otherwise all stories are fairly true to fact.
I enjoy sensual “treats,” as I call them, with both men and women. However, the thrill comes from spontaneity. With every moment of my life having been planned and executed to the minutest detail, I find a rush in the unexpected. Fondest locations have been bank ATM enclosures, downtown Charleston alleyways, the bow of yachts docked in the harbor, and even a fire truck.
When I am not writing about my naughty adventures, I maintain the appearance of structure. With two children in college, I now have time to explore avenues that were previously filled with family life. My husband and I now reside outside the city limits of Charleston with my rescued dogs and a cat.
When I’m not delving between the legs of my “treats,” I also enjoy paranormal investigations, interior design, and helping homeless animals.
Remember “the Queen of Diamonds will beat you if she’s able; the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.”