Foursum

By Anne Summer

Sven and Anneke are a Swedish couple with a healthy desire to expand their sexual repertoire. They go on holiday seeking a 'foursum' with another couple and find David and Millicent, young, inexperienced and in the middle of a row which has brought Millie to tears. This is the story of how they were reconciled and emancipated in the ways of love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Summer
• Release date: Jul 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301211906

Anne Summer

We believe that women are emotional and loving rather than just sex-crazed animals. As such, the kind of erotica that we enjoy, perhaps crave, are basically gentle and affectionate rather than simply raunchy, even debauched.Our stories reflect this. Fundamental niceness and a degree of refinement in use of language is what we seek to achieve.Please Welcome my co-author, ? Sandy Sinful (or Sinful Sandy if you like!) Sandy joins me to make our team "Sinful Summer" in celebration of long hot, steamy nights of pleasure, taken in the delight of beautiful, masculine men and sometimes lusty women too! We are here to enjoy and be enjoyed. Sigh!

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‘Foursum’

An ‘Under Plain Wrapper’ Short Story

By

Anne Summer

Copyright 2013 by Anne Summer

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Two, so they say, is company. Three can be a ‘Menage a Trois’ and offer delights which a simple coupling cannot, perhaps especially so if it is a woman enjoying the attention of two male lovers. But a foursome, now that is something else! And incredibly exciting, especially in the heady hedonistic mood of a holiday romance. It adds up to more than the sum of the partners, so I have called it ‘foursum.’ Why not try it for yourselves, what have you got to lose?

I hope that you enjoy this short romance. I want you get turned on as much by reading it as I did by writing it.

An author is lonely in their craft. Please take time out to post a review, because your opinion is all that I have to lean on!

If you enjoy ‘Foursum’ then you will surely also enjoy my full length novel in the ‘Under Plain Wrapper’ series – it is entitled ‘I, Punter’ and my collection of ‘shorts’ under the cover title ‘The Joy of Sex’

Anne

‘Foursum’

We had a late flight into Fuerteventura and were even later by the time the hotel shuttle delivered us to the holiday village, so we were glad to crash out in our apartment, enjoy a celebratory gin and tonic (Bombay Sapphire from the duty free and a ridiculously expensive tinny of tonic from the minibar) and retire to bed.

We had been looking forward to this. We have a nice little scheme worked out with our cousins whereby we take turns to have their children over for a holiday while they have the week to themselves. And vice-versa. The kids get on well with their cousins and they love it, and it is our turn to have a week in the sun.

I snuggled cosily up to Sven’s warm body and yawned sleepily. Kiss me. I murmured. He turned to me in intimate embrace and pressed his lips gently to mine. My body responded to him as it always does. He is six feet two inches tall, and beautiful with it, a down of flaxen hair covers his chest, matching the blonde mop of hair that defines his Swedishness. I love him. But tonight, I couldn’t quite get roused enough and neither could he.

Tomorrow, darling. he whispered.

Promise!

Of course I promise. But we may also have other fish to fry.

Will we get lucky this holiday?

We always have before!

I’m so looking forward to it!

So am I. Sleep now and dream of what might be. Will be, I’m sure.

We slept late and awoke growling with hunger. A quick shower and dress – we wore our tennis gear, not that we play much tennis but we look good in it. I have a white, pleated short skirt and frilly blouse with a lacy bra beneath. And trainers with white socks, of course. Sven looks extremely Nordic in his shorts and I still fancy him like mad after nine years of marriage. Towels slung over our shoulders completed the outfit.

We made our way to the breakfast buffet and tucked in with enthusiasm. I leaned forward contentedly replete by the time we reached the third cup of coffee.

Seen any prospects? I murmured.

Those two. his eyes briefly swivelled to the left.

You mean the joggers?

Sven nodded thoughtfully. Two tables to our left the joggers faced each other across the remnants of their breakfast. They were wearing matching blue lycra jogging shorts and tops. And trainers with blue socks, of course. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his black hair was cropped short but not too short for my liking. Something’s going on there!

Yes, I noticed it too. They’ve had a row, haven’t they. Pity to start your holiday in that mood.

Could play to our advantage though.

Are you interested then?

Could be! His eyes twinkled.

She isn’t pretty.

…and he isn’t that much to look at either.

No jealousy problems then?

They’re quite a lot younger than we are. Guess 23 or 24?

Sven nodded sagely. "She’s stockily built. Plenty of stamina. I like