Leading Monica Astray

By Jeff White

An adult story, only for sale to over-18s.

Monica and Cherilyn are bored with their love lives and both have fantasized about having sex with others. Even with each other! Then one night they find themselves in a place where some other men want to do it with them, and it just goes from there!

Contains sexual language.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Feb 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370290826

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

Book preview

Prologue

1: Some Girlie Fun

2: Discovering Men

3: Meeting a Couple

4: A Sharing Thing

5: Gang Bang

6: Dogging

Prologue

Monica looked at Derek's back turned resolutely towards her as it always was when he was satisfied with one of their rare nocturnal encounters. She heard his breath settle down to a gentle snore and rolled over onto her back. She remembered times, before the marriage, when she'd been a player, with a succession of boyfriends who always took the time to satisfy her.

She'd never had to use her fingers back then!

Oh well. Her middle finger dipped into her wet cunt and, now coated with sperm, she withdrew it and gently rubbed it around her clit. And while she stroked herself her mind filled with images of cocks: big ones, little ones, fat ones, thin ones, and all standing ready to serve her.

And in the sea of penises, there was one cunt. So why was she fantasizing about that, she wondered idly?

1: Some Girlie Fun

Monica poured them both another glass of wine. She'd had enough by now to loosen her inhibitions, and Cherilyn had drunk the same amount. They were talking about the well-publicized break-up of yet another show-biz marriage, and Cherilyn said, He was probably a crap lover. They usually are after they get the ring on your finger.

Tell me about it, Monica agreed.

You too, eh? Cherilyn sympathized. I can hardly remember what Pat's looks like.

Monica had another sip of her wine. I remember that Derek's isn't very big, she said.

None of them are, Cherilyn suggested. Except in their minds.

It's not the size though, Monica went on. Before we were married Del used to take his time, kissing me in different places, you know? Now it's just in and out, and I don't even get a chance to warm up!

So you miss the feel of his tongue in your special place, do you?

Umm, yeah. I used to enjoy that.

Me too, Cherilyn confessed. And he used to enjoy doing it too, or so he said. There was a pause while they had another drink, and while Cherilyn summoned up the courage to say what was on her mind. I suppose that you don't need a man for that though.

Monica let those words float around her head for a long time as their meaning sank in. Cher! That's disgusting!

But why is it, Mon?

Images of her friend's tongue exploring her hot cleft were drifting through her mind, taking root, and at last she said, "I don't know. It would be all right if Derek was doing it. But you're a woman!"

Cherilyn had a big gulp of her wine and then, knowing that she could be risking her best friendship, she crossed over to Monica and knelt between her legs. Maybe a woman knows better than a man what she should do. Gently, with just one finger, she caressed Monica's thigh over her tight jeans, carefully watching her friend's face as she did so.

Monica watched the finger, her body frozen in time as she tried to work out what to do about it. She was shocked to the core by what her friend was doing, and was going to do; she knew it was wrong and that she should put a stop to it, but even as her body felt like it had turned to ice, her cunt was a cauldron. Eventually she said, This is wrong, Cherilyn. We're friends. Women. We shouldn't do this.

By then Cherilyn's finger was millimetres from Monica's labia, just about to stray onto that most taboo area. Do you want me to stop? she asked.

There was no answer from her friend and so she crossed the next boundary. Monica let out a groan of pure pleasure as the finger ran the length of her slit, and then Cherilyn leaned forward and their lips touched. Suddenly the fog cleared from Monica's brain and she knew exactly what she wanted. Her lips parted and their tongues locked together. When they broke apart Monica asked, Have you done this before?

Cherilyn shook her head. No. But I've thought about it once or twice. Her mind flashed back to nights of frantic masturbation after Pat had gone to sleep satisfied, and of how the images she'd focused on to arouse herself had increasingly been of her best friend's vulva; now she was close to seeing it for real, close to tasting it …

She unfastened the button on Monica's jeans and lowered the zip; hooking her fingers into the waistbands of the jeans and knickers she quickly pulled them both down and helped Monica lift her feet