More Brides in Vegas: Vegas Babes Book 2

By Lisabet Sarai

Tying the knot — with no strings attached!

Who can resist love at first sight? The minute Ted saw Annie shedding her clothes on stage at The Fox’s Den, he fell head over heels for the petite, busty redhead. She had to make the first move, though, dragging him into an impromptu orgy in the Den’s VIP suite, along with technically-virgin bride Francesca, secret slut Laura, and hot black mama Chantal.

Now Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from that wild Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose, involving not only the gals from the Den but also Annie’s rock star brother, Ted’s MILF mother, Chantal’s new slave girl, a lascivious hippie couple, a susceptible priest, the butch hotel manager, and an entire Scottish rugby team. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisabet Sarai
• Release date: Jun 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463187715

Lisabet Sarai

I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I have written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles including eight full length novels, plus dozens of short stories in various collections. My credits include contributions to the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention. I have also edited a number of acclaimed erotica anthologies. Currently I am responsible for the charity erotica imprint Coming Together Presents, which as of December 2014 has published six volumes by top erotic authors, supporting causes such as Amnesty International, Planned Parenthood, and the Multiple Sclerosis Association of America.I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Aside from writing, travel is one of my most fervent passions. I’ve visited every continent except Australia, though I still have a long bucket list of places I haven’t been. Currently I live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.For more information about me and my writing, visit my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). Join my VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh I also hang out at Goodreads, (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) because I love the idea of a social network focusing on the love of reading. I’m not on Facebook, because I don’t trust it.

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More Brides in Vegas

Lisabet Sarai

© Copyright 2018 Lisabet Sarai

Cover art by Willsin Rowe

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book intended for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

Contents

Introduction by Larry Archer

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

About the Author

Excerpt from Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party by Larry Archer

Blurb for Hot Brides in Vegas

To Larry.

Thanks for letting me play in your world.

For Dacy,

who asked for more hot babes.

With thanks to Fiona,

who helped me handle the rugby team!

Introduction: The Definition of Erotica

By Larry Archer

Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart once famously said that he didn't know what the definition of pornography was, but he knew it when he saw it.

Likewise, what I see is that authors often will write about erotica when they really don't have any idea what they are writing about. There are a few essentials to an erotic story, the first of which, of course, is that it contain sufficient erotic content, and that the content be believable.

You may pick up an erotic story only to find that the actual erotic content is minimal and often seems tacked on as an afterthought. The other problem occurs when the erotica just isn’t realistic. We know that all women don't have double-D tits and a perfect figure. Also all the guys don't have fifteen-inch cocks.

A good story contains a cross-section of people just as you'd find at a house party, some with big jugs and some with bee stings. What draws you into an erotic story is the description of the people and their antics.

I love to read erotica that I can relate to, where I can picture myself in the story. I’ll readily admit that I am somewhat of a pervert or more correctly, that I'm a degenerate. My wife and I have been swingers for a while and as such have witnessed scenes which a lot of erotic authors have to try and imagine in order to write, while we've been close enough to taste it.

Good female writers of erotica are few and far between and Lisabet Sarai is one of them. Women write from a different perspective and see things in a different fashion from men. That's why I love to read good porn from a great female's pen (keyboard).

Lisabet's smut pours out of her computer like KY Jelly when you step on the tube, while looking for a sex toy.

If you've read any of my stories, you know that I've created a world of swingers, strippers, unicorns, cuckolds, and Hotwives who inhibit The Fox's Den, a decadent high end strip club in Sin City.

My characters are usually modeled after couples and people we know in the Lifestyle, so picturing them is simply describing how they are in real life.

This is the second story in which Lisabet has taken some of the regulars who hang around the Den and put her own spin on them. Generally speaking, Lisabet's descriptions are pretty accurate and I love to see how she pictures those who live in my world, which has now become our joint world.

Lisabet Sarai's first story, Hot Brides in Vegas, was based upon some of the characters from The Fox's Den. She took this as a starting point and got her feet wet in Foxy and Larry's world.

More Brides in Vegas is what results when she jumps into the deep end of the pool. Or coming over to the Dark Side as we like to call it!

While both stories stand on their own, reading the first story will give you a better understanding of the people in the story. Hot Brides brought a group of girls together to celebrate the marriage of Francesca in the wild, anything-goes town of Las Vegas.

Francesca and her troop of bridesmaids decide that they deserve one last bachelorette party before settling into the bonds of matrimony. The girls never realized they would end up competing in an amateur strippers contest at The Fox's Den.

That night was a pivotal point in their lives as they discovered there were alternatives to monogamy. The resulting orgy that night changed them all forever.

More Brides in Vegas takes up where Hot Brides left off as another of their group of amateur swingers gets married. This story is Lisabet Sarai at her unfettered and uncensored best. From a woman's standpoint, discover how this group enjoys life and sexuality to the fullest in the city that turns a blind eye to outrageous excess.

As an author of what some call stroke porn, I love to read erotica from someone like Lisabet, who can describe the action in explicit detail. Stroke smut is designed to let you immerse yourself in a world where virtually everything is allowed and encouraged.

This is not the typical dog-eared story filled with mistyped words but a story with a plot that you can believe in. The action is heat level five and designed for every taste and kink. Our stories are always HEA and dripping with tasty fluids, with fun for all.

So remember to lock the bathroom door and get ready to really enjoy yourself. Forget your inhibitions and allow yourself to become one of the characters in the story and fantasize about erotic situations that you haven't dared to dream about before.

As you read, allow you hand to drift between your legs and pretend that you are being satisfied by one or more of the characters in More Brides in Vegas. Allow them to stroke you, nibble at your most intimate parts until you flood them with your release.

~ Larry Archer

Chapter One

I can’t believe we’re back in Las Vegas. Francesca Williams, née Torelli, tugged at her bikini top, which as usual couldn’t contain her lush breasts. And for another wedding, too! After a few minutes, she gave up, untied the strings and tossed it to one side. Grabbing the SPF 30, she spread a thin, glistening layer over her ripe tits. The sensation of her own hands gliding over her flesh made her nipples crinkle and sent little sparks to her clit. She closed her eyes, the better to appreciate the pleasure. Since her last visit to Sin City, little Franny had become quite the hedonist.

Her best friend Laura, sprawled on the chaise next to her, hadn’t even bothered to put on a suit. Of course, Annie had told them she’d booked the whole motel for the weekend, and that most of the guests wouldn’t arrive until late Saturday, so they could let their hair down. Still, Laura used to be a good deal more discreet, at least in public.

Their previous trip to Vegas had changed them all.

Laura tilted her sunglasses down onto her nose and looked around her. Not exactly the Desert Breeze Resort, she commented.

The motel was vintage eighties, a sprawling two story place built around a central courtyard. Both sides were lined with rooms with sliding glass doors looked out on the huge kidney-shaped pool in the center. The ones on the second floor had balconies, while the ground floor rooms opened onto patios with umbrella-shaded tables and chairs. In the winter, a dome protected loungers from the weather, but the cover was mostly retracted now. The April sunshine here was stronger than August sun in New Jersey.

Francesca understood Laura’s point. This place didn’t begin to compare to the high-end facility where her father had organized her own wedding six months earlier. There was no poolside bar, just a rank of vending machines; no casino, only two or three slots in the lobby; no golf course or fitness center or luxury spa. But the Holiday House did have a ballroom big enough to accommodate fifty or sixty people and a decent coffee shop. Furthermore, the enclosed pool area offered a good deal of privacy. Hence Laura’s somewhat surprising nudity.

Don’t be so elitist, Fran scolded. You know as well as I do that Annie and Ted don’t have a lot of cash. I’m sure holding the wedding here will be great.

Laura flashed her a devilish smile. No doubt. I’ve heard that Holiday House is quite popular for visiting swingers’ conventions.

And where did you hear that, Ms. Know-It-All?

A little birdie told me. Chuckling, she flipped over to tan her naked back.

Fran admired the graceful curve of her friend’s spine, swelling out to those perfect heart-shaped buttocks, and sighed in frustration. Her own outrageous wedding weekend had awakened all sorts of new desires, but she knew from experience that Laura would reject her overtures. The woman would suck half a dozen cocks if she felt the urge, but there was no way she’d let another girl into her panties.

Oh well, thought Fran. There are lots of female fish in the sea, especially around here. She wondered whether Annie had invited Lily, Jeanette and Bridget, the lusty dancers they’d met over at Larry Archer’s strip club. Well, perhaps met wasn’t exactly the right word. Fran flushed with sudden heat, remembering the way Lily had devoured her virgin pussy. She closed her eyes, savoring the recollection. The way the woman’s tongue burrowed deep into her cleft, then teased her clit until she thought she’d explode. The fireworks blasting through her as the girl made her come over and over. She could almost taste the cunt-juice the Asian girl had fed her in those deep, soulful kisses afterward. Yes, she’d really enjoy seeing Lily again.

Franny! Laura! The bold alto voice came from behind her. "O’Hare