Elle And Tonisha, Men Are For Sharing

By Charlie B.

Elle and Tonisha crashed into my life out of nowhere. Their stories of lust filled debauchery inspired in me the urge to transcribe their lives into print and here is that story. Some is true, some fiction based on their fantasies, its for you, the reader to decide which or what you want to believe.
There are no unrevealed secrets here, although names have been changed to protect their identities, in the best time honoured tradition of those old movies. These Two she vixens pull no punches, they tell it like it was and is, the story is unfinished because they are still my friends and so more happens day by day and I'm sure will in the future.
So if I have piqued you're interest, or if Elle and Tonisha have, then spend a few pennies and slip into their world, but beware, if you are easily shocked b y their unfaithful acts, if you flinch at tales of sexual deceit, if you flinch as think of unfaithful wives this may not be for you, you have been warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Dec 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370408269

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl!For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short storyCommecial finished, please read on!I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex!Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not.Ah, but I hear you guys saying , ‘what about us?Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there’s a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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Elle and Tonisha

Men are for Sharing

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Charlie B.

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Introduction

Chance, some say our lives are set out before us, I say not. Chance is a huge factor in our lives. Chance is the unexpected, the surprise encounter and it was pure chance that led me to meet one of the most surprising women I have ever come across.

When I wrote my introduction on to a reader’s group in GR, I little expected that the subsequent comments would lead me to become friends, be it long distance, with Tonisha, but that pure chance led to communications or connection’s, if you like, to these two women’s lives that were to reveal an amazing story filled with friendship, lust and surprises galore as they began to relate their adventurous stories back to me in some quite revealing detail.

So here is their story, no punches pulled, every revealing episode as it has happened up to now. The sex, the love they have for each other, the wickedly naughty games they play behind closed doors. I have subtitled this story ‘Men are for Sharing’ because as you will see, it is the wives who are the initiators of these sexual exchanges as they bring to life their fantasies and work together to fulfil their desires and in the process, bring a new dimension to their lives along with the excitement they both crave and their needs that must be fulfilled.

Chapter 1. Elle and Tonisha

Kingston, Jamaica, my home, my life and my world. Always sunny, except during the storm season, dusty, and steamy; the sort of heat that leads to sex, not just any sex but the kind that has a girl screaming for cock, the sort that pays no heed to man-made laws of monogamy, lust and desire are far stronger here.

My name is Tonisha, I love sex, live for it, I started young and haven’t regretted that for a moment. I wanted it then, and I still do now. I crave sex, I can’t get enough and if that means straying a little now and again, so fucking what? A girl only lives once and there are more big dicks available than I can ever service, but I do my damn best, at least I used to before I got hitched.

Ok, so I still; stray, but not like I did. Now it’s got to be sneakier, but that just makes it all the better. I sometimes hunger for the days when I was a teen, when I could crook my little finger, smile seductively and pick up a guy who’d take me there and then. That hunger is resurfacing, it needs feeding, but how I wonder as I plie my vibrator and fantasize? Then Elle struts into my life and shows me.

What I did not know that first time I saw her, was how this sexy, crazy, American bitch would unlock those doors and change, not only my life, but my sexual adventuring in so many ways. Elle didn’t shuffle into it delicately, she dumped her cute butt down opposite me one afternoon, smiled her pretty smile, ran her fingers through her long dark hair, and then smiled.

‘Do you mind?’ she says, as if the whole set of tables outside the café Rouen was full of seated patrons, it is not.

I stare at this intruder into my personal space, with a look that should have sent her scurrying in fear, as I note all the empty chairs around us. She ignores my silent reply, her dark sunglasses hiding her eyes so I can’t tell if she’s looking at me, because the mid-afternoon sun is right behind her, and fuck it; she’s taller than me too. I hate people who are taller than me, they make me feel small.

I’m reading, I mutter, in an attempt to scare her away or at least make her think again about where she’s sitting at. Does she take the hint? Not a fucking chance. The sunglasses go up onto the top of her blonde head and despite my annoyance, I realise that this is one sweet looking chick. Don’t get me wrong now, I am no butch lessie, but I can certainly appreciate an attractive woman in just the way a man does. It’s a trait that doesn’t bother me one bit, I like attractive women.

She has bright green eyes under those shades, knowing eyes that say to me, ‘I ain’t shifting an inch so what the fuck are you gonna do about it?’ I ignore her; ignore her smiling stare, her slim neck, the creamy swell of her cute breasts under her, halter-necked, blue print dress that clings to her slim yet curvaceous body like a second skin until it flares at her waist. Damn, what the fuck? What’s this sudden surge I feel? It shouldn’t happen, I like cock too much.

‘What are you reading?" she says.

‘A book,’ I throw back at her, with not a little pleasure.

‘Doesn’t look like a book."

‘It’s a tablet; see, the books a download. You buy the book, it’s sent to your tablet, you open the book and read it.’

Boy is this some dumb blonde, cute yeah but dumb.

I begin to read again. My eyes scan, but I don’t see the words because she’s still staring at me with those bright, mesmerising eyes and I can feel it. I’m ignoring her so why the fuck is my heart beating faster, why don’t I just move tables? Fuck no, this is my damn space, the woman is crowding my space, let her be moving her ass on.

‘So, what’s it about?’ she enquires, in her soft American accent. It’s very different to my Jamaican dialect. She’s educated, uses all the right phrases, except, I guess, when she’s getting a good length of dick expect. I reckon her fancy talk soon changes then as she screams for more cock.

I lower the tablet and meet her stare. She’s sitting there like the fucking Queen of England, …invading my table, …waiting for my reply; so why don’t I tell her to butt out so I can catch up on this hot little story that is raising my blood pressure in the way I most like? Between my legs where good things happen a lot!

It’s a dirty story, I reply, hoping to shock her into moving away.

Oh erotica, I do so love erotica.

Erotica, yeah ok, so that’s the correct description but why does she piss me off then, by saying it?

I ignore her but her next words hit me down where my juices are bubbling up before she’d sat her cute ass down opposite me.

‘Plenty of fucking in it then? Big hard cocks, alpha males, hot sexy women?’

Whoa ho; now she’s talking my thoughts aloud, and I begin to wonder if I’m judging her all wrong. So why is she still annoying me, the white bitch!

You married, she asks?

Yeah, near ten years, I grind back out.

Me too, great guy but…..?

I catch that wistful ‘but.’ it nags at my mind. If he’s so hot why the but? That catches my attention so I bite back with another bitchy comment.

His dick too small to satisfy you? I retort contentedly, knowing my Dominic’s got plenty of hot, hard prick to keep me happy.

On the contrary, he’s got plenty, she smiles back, rolling up her eyes. The gesture makes me smile, I can’t help it; I’m warming to this pushy woman.

What? A white guy, you sure about that girl?

Hey sister, I know when I’m getting plenty of hard inches, don’t you worry about that!

So, why that little ‘but’ word then? It don’t make no sense to me? I ask, wondering at the sister reference in her reply. Yeah ok, I’m black but she’s white, why’s she calling me sister then?

She touches a finger to her lip, nibbles at the tip and I get off on that gesture for some reason. Damn it, she is so hot sitting there with the breeze ruffling her long hair. She orders a coffee, buys me one too. Damn now I owe the bitch. She’ll want to collect on that; I just know she will.

Well, you know? she grins. A girl hankers for a change occasionally, new pastures, a little dick on the wild side, and then she stares into my eyes and I know she’s fishing around now. I start to think about things, throw my mind back to the times I took that wild-side ride on as man’s hard dick, any fucking man that was up for some fun, when I was younger. Dammit, that brings back many memories.

"Yeah, I can relate to that, but little dicks don’t do much for me. I like a lot of inches in my pussy!’

Oh, yes, well me too. I certainly didn’t mean it that way she mutters, and then she grins.

"You ever cheated girl? You know, given into the