Unwrapped: The Big Erotic Bundle

By Polly J Adams

Cheerleaders, sleepovers, dorm orgies, cuckoldry, adultery... first times and lots of times. Nine sizzlingly explicit stories from bestselling authors of erotica and erotic romance.

Stacey's Sleepover by Polly J Adams
When Stacey checked on her house-guest she didn't expect to find him lying there with the covers pushed aside, stark naked and clearly very aroused. She didn't expect to suddenly want him so much. The question is, what should she do about it?

The Handyman Can by Saffron Sands
When Veronica's attempts at getting her husband's attention fail and she is met with nothing but frustration, she calls in a professional. Will the handyman have the right tool for the job?

Asian Beauties by Carl East
Nathan is going to Japan to find out why the car company he works for, which is owned by the Japanese, isn't able to make the same amount of cars per day as they do. He isn't looking for romance or any kind of relationship, but boy does he find it.

Swapping Partners by Cheri Verset
Suzy is getting soaking wet while ex-con Blake is inking a tattoo between her legs. She knows she should resist the urge but after some teasing she just can't hold back anymore. But then when her boyfriend catches them in the act things can only get even ruder.

Zoey's First Dorm Orgy by Jenevieve DeBeers
After a long, hard day signing up for college classes, cute coed Zoey attends her floor's 'meet and greet' in the study lounge. But how will the other coeds respond to Zoey's idea of a good time?

The Other Woman by PJ Adams
She didn't set out to seduce him. But then she rarely does. Things just happen. His wife must hate her, of course. She was the wife's worst nightmare and the husband's wet dream.

Forced To Watch - Cuckolded By The Billionaire by Angel Wild
When Alex realizes that he simply can't satisfy his sexy, young wife's insatiable appetite, he gives her the option to bed his billionaire partner. The trouble is, Alex didn't intend for her to accept his offer so easily, and when he is forced to watch her bobbing up and down on his massive cock he knows she will never be satisfied again!

The Cheerleader and the Team by Jade K Scott
Lizzie has a huge crush on football player Kevin. When her mother is late picking her up after cheerleading practice and a creepy guy seems to be stalking her, she runs for the safety of the men's locker room, where she finds Kevin and the rest of the team.

Boom Boom in the Courtroom by Cheri Verset
As sexual tension runs high during divorce proceedings, the judge orders both parties and their lawyers to initiate an orgy. Right in the courtroom...

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Grieve Press
• Release date: Oct 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301197958

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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Unwrapped

the big erotic bundle

Polly J Adams

and Multiple Partners

hot erotic fiction by

Polly J Adams, Saffron Sands, Carl East,

Cheri Verset, Jenevieve DeBeers, PJ Adams, Angel Wild and Jade K Scott

Copyright 2013 Polly J Adams and contributors

James Grieve Press

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Compilation © 2013 Polly J Adams

All stories in this volume are used with full permission of the rights holders:

Stacey's Sleepover © 2012 Polly J Adams

The Handyman Can © 2012 Saffron Sands

Asian Beauties © 2013 Carl East

Swapping Partners © 2013 Cheri Verset

Zoey's First Dorm Orgy © 2011 Jenevieve DeBeers

The Other Woman © 2013 PJ Adams

Forced To Watch: Cuckolded By The Billionaire © 2013 Angel Wild

The Cheerleader & the Team © 2011 Jade K Scott

Boom Boom in the Courtroom © 2011 Cheri Verset

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Contents

Stacey's Sleepover by Polly J Adams

The Handyman Can by Saffron Sands

Asian Beauties by Carl East

Swapping Partners by Cheri Verset

Zoey's First Dorm Orgy by Jenevieve DeBeers

The Other Woman by PJ Adams

Forced To Watch: Cuckolded By The Billionaire by Angel Wild

The Cheerleader & the Team by Jade K Scott

Boom Boom in the Courtroom by Cheri Verset

Stacey's Sleepover

by Polly J Adams

Stacey woke with her head pounding, her mouth dry and a hard, twitching erection grinding against her backside.

She shifted position a little, so that the stiff shaft slid between her buttocks, and every time it dragged downwards the swollen head went further, ever closer to the opening of her arse.

For a moment she forgot the morning-after headache. She wanted to reach down and press the head of that amazing cock against her opening. A little bit of lube and... oh!

Then... the night before... the party... the sitting up for ages with Mark and his old college friend Saleem after everyone had gone. Each of them a bit more drunk than they thought.

She twisted sharply and then relaxed. White skin with a hint of a tan, tousled blond hair, those cheeky blue eyes opened wide in surprise. It was okay. It was Mark.

What’s up, babe? he asked. Whassamatter?

She kissed him on the nose and said, It’s fine. Sorry. Just a bit muddle-headed, a bit hungover.

Mark had stopped grinding, but now he pressed against her again, his shaft a delicious pressure between her cheeks. I know a cure for that, he said, one hand stealing round to cup a breast.

I need to freshen up, she said, turning to lie on her back. And get some aspirin. And anyway, Saleem’s on the sofa-bed downstairs, right below us. You really want him to hear the bed creaking, and those groans I can’t help making when I’m really close? Wouldn’t that put you off a bit?

Mark’s hand had moved to her other breast now, and his thumb brushed against her nipple, making it stiffen instantly.

Oh, I don’t mind him listening in, babe, said Mark. Don’t forget, we used to room together at university. You get used to turning a blind eye. Or ear.

His pre-come was slick against her hip now, as he ground his stiff cock against her.

But...

Saleem wouldn’t be bothered, he said. And anyway – remember last night? He’d probably want to come up here and watch...

§

Last night...

There hadn’t been any particular reason for the party, it was just one of those things that had grown from a passing comment. It’s been ages since we had Jess and Adam round.

Jess and Adam meant the rest of the girls and their partners as well, and then Mark had added Matt and Lou and the rugby crowd, and before they knew it a few friends round for dinner had turned into a full blown party. That’s how things tended to go with Stacey and she loved that Mark was the same, never fazed when a quiet evening in turned into the kind of all-nighter with friends you really shouldn’t do if you’re at work the next day.

Saleem had been unexpected, another last-minute thing when it turned out that he was going to be in town that day, and could easily stop over if they had space?

Last night...

A lot of it was a blur.

Catching up with the girls. Rolling back the rug in the dining room and moving the furniture aside so they could dance to cheesy 70s disco music. Doing tequila slammers with the rugby crowd. That would explain the pounding head.

She had been sure to introduce Saleem to people. He must have met some of them before, but it would have been ages so she just assumed that he knew nobody. She’d left him with Selena for a while. Tell him about your job, Selena. A bit later, she’d checked around for Saleem and he had still been talking with Selena, listening rapt as she told him about her work at a club in town. Selena was what she liked to describe as an adult entertainer. Usually with a pole.

She’d half-expected Saleem to disappear with Selena, but by about midnight people had started to drift away and by one in the morning it was just Mark, Saleem and Stacey, sitting on the big sofa with a chick flick on the TV, a bottle of wine to finish and a bag of peanuts to share.

So why are we watching this? asked Mark, squinting at the screen. This one of yours, Sal?

Hnh? Not mine. It was Stacey.

Stacey shook her head. No, you’re not pinning this one on me. You’re both lightweights. A couple of drinks and you go all dewy-eyed and put a chick flick on.

She leaned forward to pour more wine, the movement making her suddenly intensely aware of the two of them, either side of her, legs and hips pressed against hers.

When she leaned back, there was an awkward silence, as if all three had shared the same thought. Or was she just imagining it?

Peanuts? she asked brightly.

Then she glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece and said, Oops! I had no idea how late it was. How was it after two in the morning already? "Are you guys working tomorrow. Today. When do you have to get away, Saleem?"

It’s fine, it’s fine, he said. I can get a train in the afternoon, and it’ll be fine.

Mark just grunted. She struggled to think, and decided that he was probably on late shift at the hospital again.

Me neither, she said. But still... My eyes are closing. Time for bed, I think.

At that, Saleem half-twisted in his seat, a twinkle in his eyes, and said, Sounds like an invitation. Isn’t that right, Mark? You got room for another one up there?

Stacey poked her tongue out at him. Saleem was always the joker – some days you couldn’t get a single straight answer from him if he was in that kind of mood.

And only a small part of her mind wandered... The two of them pressed against her on the sofa: what would that be like with no clothes to get in the way? It was years since her one and only threesome experience. She’d been at university, another party, a bunch of final year medical students playing stupid drinking games and pairing off until it had just been her and two guys, Bicycle Dave and... she couldn’t even remember the other one’s name, some friend of one of the girls on her course.

They’d taken it in turns with her, and neither was particularly good. Inexperience, she assumed. Dave had been okay, and Other Guy had shoved his slim cock in her mouth without invitation and fucked her face as if he was frightened that at any moment she was going to kick him out.

When Dave was done, Other Guy had taken over, but he clearly hadn’t wanted seconds, and when he was in her he had started to go soft almost immediately. Come on, fuck me, she’d whispered to him, over and over, finally getting him hard again. Meanwhile Dave had had enough and was getting dressed already.

It had all been a bit embarrassing, a fantasy rudely destroyed and something she had never done again.

Stacey?

She had looked round with a start. She’d been miles away.

I told him you snore, said Mark. He’s sleeping down here on the sofa-bed. After a slight pause, he added, You look disappointed!

She had laughed then, and pulled him in for a kiss. You’re man enough for me, Mark, she said.

God, the two of you, said Saleem. Will you just get a room? Unless you want me to watch, of course...

Mark stood, reaching down to help Stacey stand too. We’ve got a room, bud. And that’s where we’re going right now.

§

They’d gone to bed and slept, and Stacey had woken this morning with Mark’s cock grinding against her arse.

Now, lying on her back, she reached a hand down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

I need a shower, she told him again. And some pills to clear this headache. Then... who knows? She squeezed, and he gasped. I can think of a few things we could do that wouldn’t disturb Saleem’s beauty sleep.

Releasing him, she rolled over, and swung her legs out of bed.

She stretched, and held the pose for a moment, knowing that Mark would be watching her, knowing how much he liked to see her like this.

When she glanced back he had a hand resting lightly on his cock.

Don’t you dare waste that, she said, nodding at his erection. I might need that later.

It’s yours, babe, he said, grinning. Just keeping it warm for you.

She took a towel from the hook on the side of her wardrobe and wrapped it around her body. She almost went to run a bath, but then decided against it. She’d be in there for hours if she did that.

Instead, she headed downstairs, where they had a shower-room.

At the foot of the stairs she paused.

The living room door was half-open. She leaned around the door and peered inside.

Saleem was lying there on the sofa-bed, flat on his back. The duvet was in a tangled heap, only partly covering his lower legs.

His eyes were closed, thank god. He was still asleep.

He would never need to know that she had just looked in and seen him lying there naked, his long cock lying flat against his belly with a very impressive morning erection.

She checked again. Eyes still closed, face slack with sleep.

That cock was a beautiful one. Not the longest she had ever seen, but still a good size, and broad. She could imagine what it must feel to be filled with that. It lay against his belly, its base in a knot of dense black hair, his balls big, nestling between parted thighs.

Saleem was a footballer, and it showed in his physique. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His belly was flat, with the slight ripple of a six-pack even when he was relaxed, asleep. His legs were lean and well-muscled. An athlete’s legs.

Other than that dark tangle of hair at his crotch, and more under his arms, his body was virtually hairless, with only a few sparse hairs even on his legs. She wondered if he waxed or if this was a natural thing. She didn’t really care, just admired the way it emphasised the definition of his muscles.

Her eyes were drawn back to that hard cock and she realised she was getting wet.

She shouldn’t be studying him like this. She shouldn’t be imagining what it would be like to straddle him and guide that meaty cock into her cunt. She shouldn’t be standing here so wet and so fucking horny that she could almost feel her clit throbbing with desire!

She backed away, unsteady.

In the shower, she leaned against the cold wall. Her headache had gone. Everything had gone in the presence of that sudden need to fuck her boyfriend’s best friend.

She tried to put it out of her mind.

She tried to think of bland things, everyday things, and when that failed she thought of Mark, of how she was going to go back up to their room and suck that gorgeous cock of his until he was about to explode, and then stop him, lean up against the full-length mirror and have him fuck her from behind while she watched. That way, there would be no bed creaking to disturb Saleem.

Saleem...

§

Standing at the foot of the stairs again, a towel wrapped around her, she hesitated.

She should just go upstairs, find Mark, suck him and fuck him. That’s what she should do.

But still she paused.

The door was still open, just as she had left it.

There were no sounds coming from the living room.

What if she looked again? Was that any worse than already having looked the first time?

What if he was awake? No problem: just put a brave face on it and ask if he wanted a cup of tea.

And if he wasn’t...?

She moved to the doorway, put a hand on the edge of the door, and poked her head through the opening.

He hadn’t moved.

He was still lying there like a sleeping god, his cock hard and straight as a poker.

She felt that heat in her belly again. She wondered what it would be like to have him, to feel that coarse tangle of hair against her freshly-shaved pussy.

She glanced up and saw that his eyes were open now.

He was watching her.

When their eyes met, he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Well, he said, this could be a bit embarrassing. Should I cover myself? Should you look away? Should we pretend that I never saw you eyeing me up like that?

She gave him the silent treatment, always sure to cut through Saleem’s joking. After a few seconds, he reached for the duvet and pulled it over the lower half of his body. It came almost up to his ribs, only barely covering that impressive erection.

So, he said. Swiftly moving on... You guys got plans for today? We could go for breakfast somewhere.

It almost worked. The change of subject, the subtext of Let’s pretend this never happened.

Almost.

She smiled, shrugged, and said, No, no plans. Breakfast would be good. I was just... just getting sorted, you know.

He nodded, said nothing.

Then she decided to make a joke of it. You should do something with that. It can’t be healthy having all that blood concentrated in one place for so long.

You think? he said, and that was when she realised her joke had been a mistake. That it could only lead in one direction. So, he went on, what do you think I should do with it? In your medical opinion, of course.

With that, he casually slipped a hand beneath the duvet. It was hard to see what he might be doing. There was no movement. But he must be touching. Pressing.

I... She glanced over her shoulder guiltily. I didn’t mean...

"Well what did you mean? That raising of the eyebrows again, and now there was slight movement under the duvet, almost imperceptible. I need to get rid of the pressure somehow. That’s what you said. Any ideas, Stacey? Should I just wank, quick and hard? Is that what you’d advise?"

Another glance over her shoulder, then back at Saleem, and then she gave a single nod.

With one hand he raised the duvet so that it was tented over his lower body, and with the other he started to masturbate vigorously.

She couldn’t see anything other than the movement, and the look on his face as he started to lose himself in what he was doing.

She swallowed, and came to a decision. Taking two quick steps into the room, she reached down and tugged at the duvet. At first it resisted – he must be holding onto it where he kept it raised over his cock – and then, abruptly, it came free.

He paused, one fist wrapped around the shaft of his cock, the foreskin rolled back, the swollen purple head shiny with pre-come.

He looked surprised, as if she had taken this just one step further than he had thought she might.

And then he smiled and, slowly, his hand started to slide up and down the shaft of his hard cock. This what you had in mind? he asked.

She hesitated, caught between the sofa-bed and retreating to the doorway.

She shook her head and he paused again, then she took another step forward, raised one knee to rest on the bed and reached out towards him.

When her hand closed around his, he gasped, and his eyes opened even wider. Then she worked her fingers under his and he loosened his grip, and then it was just her hand wrapped around his cock.

More like this, she said.

His cock was broad, unlike any she’d had before, and her grip on it was different to how she would hold Mark’s.

For a few long seconds she just held him like that, marvelling at the way his cock pulsed in her hand, savouring the girth of it, the proportions, the smoothness and hardness. Her hand looked incredibly pale against his skin, almost ghostlike, her red fingernails forming little splashes of colour against him.

This was the first time she’d touched another man in this way since she’d been with Mark. It should feel wrong. It should feel very wrong. But... this was Saleem. What she felt was all tangled up with the familiarity of him, so that rather than being bad it felt somewhere between right and wrong, and that somewhere was quite exciting.

She changed her grip so that her thumb rested along the length of his shaft, pressing just beneath the bulging head of his cock. And, gently at first, she started to wank him.

That’s more like it, she said softly. That’s more what I had in mind.

Oh, Stacey. God your touch is good!

"You ever