Indulgence: The Collected Stories

By Polly J Adams

All three stories in bestselling erotica author Polly J Adams' Indulgence series, brought together in a single volume.

Indulgence: a heady threesome, a country-house sex club, a passionate affair, and much more... Three sizzlingly explicit tales of sexual adventure and exploration:

Indulgence: The Sex Club
When I woke, I didn't know where I was, or whose warm, naked body was pressing against my back. Then it all came back to me: Katie. A friend from work. The friend whose husband I had been fucking for the last two months. Katie. I raised my head to look past her and he was there, too. Reuben. Lying on his back, arms above his head, the sheet rucked down to his waist. Katie had a hand on his belly, just resting lightly. Katie and Reuben. How had last night ended up like this...?

Indulgence: Owned
"Once you've had Ricky it raises the whole game." Ricky: the mysterious owner of a sex club called Indulgence. The first time I met him he led me to a room where I was gangbanged by too many men for me to count, let alone remember. He'd found me again on my second visit, and he'd taken me, fast and urgent, up against a plate glass window for all to see. The next time I meet him? Well, the next time I meet him I'm going to make him mine.

Indulgence: Climax
I woke confused, alone, unsure where I was. I was back at Indulgence... an informal club, a group of like-minded acquaintances. Swingers, voyeurs, exhibitionists, explorers and adventurers. And Ricky... I met him on my first visit to Indulgence. Did he have me then? I don't know. I really don't know. I spent most of that first visit cuffed and blindfolded, which makes it hard to be sure about many things.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Grieve Press
• Release date: Jul 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476486352

Polly J Adams

Writing under other names, PJ Adams is a successful novelist, with several novels published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies. As PJ Adams, she writes in the genre closest to her heart, erotic romance - love stories with that added heat, including the popular series, The Object of His Desire. Working as Polly J Adams, she writes best-selling erotica, relationship stories crammed full of explicit sex. Among Polly's most popular stories are the Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series about a young woman's relationship with the wealthy owner of a New England sex club.

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Indulgence: the collected stories

Polly J Adams

Copyright 2012 Polly J Adams

James Grieve Press

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Contents

The Sex Club

Owned

Climax

More from Polly J Adams

"Indulgence (noun): 1) The act or practice of indulging; the gratification of desire. 2) The full or partial remission of punishment granted by the Catholic Church after the sinner has confessed and received absolution. 3) The name of a renowned sex club which holds regular parties in a large country mansion. 4) A short story of sexual exploration centred around the eponymous sex club in a series by Polly J Adams."

The Sex Club

When I woke, I felt disoriented. I didn't know where I was, or whose warm, naked body was pressing against my back.

I was in a big bed. I could see the spindly iron-frame through my slitted, still-sleepy eyes. The room was big. I could sense the space all around. The light was bright, flooding in through wide windows.

The body against mine: warm, smooth, soft. Firm butt cheeks pressing against mine.

A woman.

Katie.

I rolled onto my back, and then over onto my side so I could spoon her, wrapping myself around her form, her neat, muscular butt nestling in my lap.

Katie.

A friend from work. The friend whose husband I had been fucking for the last two months.

Katie.

I raised my head to look past her. He was there. Reuben. Lying on his back, arms above his head, the sheet rucked down to his waist, only just covering his dick. Katie had a hand on his belly, just resting lightly.

Katie and Reuben.

I was at their big house, just up the coast from the city.

Last night... a torrent of images came to me then. Limbs and torsos, mouths, hands. Fucking and sucking, bodies sandwiched, tangled. Little wonder that I ached so much this morning.

I had thought I was having an affair just with Reuben, but Katie had known all along, had even helped plan the whole thing. And then yesterday, when I'd come to see Reuben, to tell him it was over, she had been here, waiting with him.

Katie and Reuben. These last two months I'd been having an affair with both of them, even if last night was the first time the three of us had actually got it together physically.

I slid my hand up Katie's rib-cage so I could cup a breast. She grunted, shifted, and her nipple began to harden.

Now, she pressed back against me, her ass a perfect fit in my lap, and her hand on Reuben's belly slid down beneath the tangled sheet.

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It was hard to say what it was, but something had changed, something was different, now.

Maybe it was a power thing. Katie and Reuben had always been in control, but I hadn't understood. Now that I did, though, I felt like an extra, a walk-on part in their movie.

Maybe that was it: they'd only set out to seduce me as a way to brighten up their relationship. I was not an equal.

Her hand on him, that morning. Sliding it down beneath the sheet, she took a hold of his hardening dick, raising it to lie flat against his belly. Spooning her, I watched as she stroked it delicately with the palm of her hand. She must be barely touching it, the contact so light. Then, moistening her hand with some spit, she started to stroke harder.

Cupping her breast, I trapped her hard nipple between my fingers and started to twist and squeeze it. As she changed position, her blonde hair caught the morning sun, and for a moment I was able to let it brush across my face, and then she leaned over