Swapping Sisters

By Zoe Waters

When Danny’s wife’s sister asks for his help with a sexual problem – she hasn't been with a man skilled enough to give her an orgasm – he can’t resist. They embark on a road trip where Danny attempts to give Avery the release she desires. Whether in a hotel, up against a ledge, driving down the highway, or inadvertently watching another couple get it on, Danny won’t quit until he helps Avery solve her dilemma. Warning: 18+ only, graphic content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Waters
• Release date: Dec 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311090041

Zoe Waters

Zoe Waters is a freelance writer by day and an erotic novel writer by night. She has been writing and publishing mainstream fiction for over a decade but prefers the titillation of erotic fiction. When not writing, Zoe is scuba diving, hiking with her dog, or trying out the stuff she writes about, if only in her mind. Zoe can be reached at zoewaters13 at hotmail.com. Follow her on Twitter @ZoeWaters13

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Swapping Sisters

By Zoe Waters

Copyright 2014 Zoe Waters

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Swapping Sisters

I was at work on a typical Tuesday afternoon when I received a text message from my wife’s sister.

Hey Danny. Do you have an email address that Carrie doesn’t know about? Avery

Ding, ding, ding. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My wife, Carrie, has never been close to her sister. They often go months without speaking. She and I never have any contact other than hanging out at family functions. Why would Avery want a confidential email address?

I texted her back with a Yahoo account I used for junk email. I managed to wait ten minutes before checking it, my curiosity overriding my patience. An email had arrived from Avery eight minutes ago and its big bold letters were begging me to open it.

Danny,

No matter what you decide about my request, I hope you’ll keep the contents of this email between us.

I have a huge favor to ask you. I’m going away for four years to a commune where I will have no outside contact during the years I am there (i.e.: you won’t hear from me for those four years.) I am hoping to impose on you for a ride. But the ride is just a cover-up as I could buy a bus ticket. This is embarrassing to admit but I was hoping to take advantage of your sexual prowess. While I’ve been with a few men in my life, I’ve never been with one who was skilled enough to give me an orgasm. I can give them to myself so I know there is nothing physically wrong with me.

Forgive the assumption but I have a hunch you have the skills to give me what I so desperately desire – a man-induced orgasm. If you helped me out, I would never tell a living soul, I promise. Carrie would never find out from me. You know I may be a lot of things but I’m not a snitch.

If you’re up for it, I’ll ask Carrie if she can take me to the commune two weekends from now. I know she has a major work presentation that weekend so hopefully she’ll ask you. We’d leave Friday and get there Saturday night. You could make the trip home by Sunday night I’m sure. I’ll make the reservations and cover all expenses – hotel, gas, food, etc.

Let me know what you think.

Yours in secrecy,

Avery

Holy crap! What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Avery was smokin’ hot and while I would never admit it to anyone, I’d jerked off to the thought of her ample tits a time or two. She was totally off limits before now so harmless fantasies were as far as it ever went. Until now that is…

I plunked my feet on my desk, sat back in my chair, and interlaced my fingers behind my head as I thought about it. The main factor for me was whether or not Carrie would ever find out; if she did, I had no doubt that our marriage would be over. But if I could be 100% certain Carrie would never find out, would I want to spend the night with Avery? The woody growing in my pants was all the answer I needed.

But would Carrie ever find out? I couldn’t see how. Avery may be a bit of a flake and unreliable but she was right about not being a snitch. Carrie would obviously know we were on the trip together so even if someone saw us out together, it wouldn’t cause any red flags.

Would I regret not taking Avery up on her proposal in years to come if I said no? I knew without a shred of doubt that I would. That cinched it for me. I hit ‘reply’ to Avery’s email.

I would be happy to help you. Give Carrie a call and set up everything. I’ll go along with it like I know nothing but am happy to help. D.

Once I sent the email, I deleted both her message and mine and tried to refocus on work. It was challenging as all I could think about was Avery naked and writhing underneath me.

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When I went home after work, it felt like any other evening. I cooked dinner on the barbecue and Carrie and I shared a bottle of wine as we lounged on the deck, watching the sun sink into the