The Kissing Game

By Tia Lascivo

Lynda and Denis are an attractive middle-aged couple who advertise a room-to-rent. Their lodgers are a young Polish couple, Valentina and Anatol. The young couple are very open about sex. Lynda is drawn into sex with the beautiful girl. She confesses to Denis. Then it unravels.

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The girl stared at me for several long seconds after I said it.

Then she asked, “You told your husband?”

I nodded, anxious to know what she thought.

“And he is okay with you and me together?”

I nodded again. “He ... He’d like to see it,” I said.

Valentina gaped, then smiled. “That would be fun,” she drawled. “But what about my husband? Does he watch, too?” There was amusement in her face and tone, but I was still deeply embarrassed.

“Well,” I said, unsure, “Denis said he might enjoy seeing me and Anatol...”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463313732

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The Kissing Game

By

Tia Lascivo

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Copyright © 2018 by Tia Lascivo

All Characters are 18 and Over

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Valentina was perfect.

Young and lithe.

Flawless skin.

Pretty.

Pristine teeth, almost non-existent tiny tits. and a gymnast’s taut rounded buttocks.

She was also naked.

In my house.

In the bedroom.

With my husband, a man some three-plus decades her senior.

As I watched they were both kneeling upright. Face-to-face. On the bed.

His hands on her waist while she slowly cranked a hand over his dick.

The girl, the exquisite Valentina broke what had been an intense gaze on my husband’s face to throw a look my way. She grinned and then held my attention, lower lip pulled between her teeth, eyes sparkling with devilment.

Next, without breaking the connection we had with our eyes, the minx kissed my husband, languidly moving her tongue so it slipped and slithered with his.

Jealousy curdled in the pit of my stomach when I saw that kiss, my husband’s palms gliding over the girl’s perfect contours.

Kissing wasn’t really allowed. It was one of my ‘things’. I could handle the fucking. Seeing that girl’s pussy stretched around my husband’s not inconsiderable girth got me hot. It always turned me on to watch as he fucked his big dick into her slim body. It made me sexy and had me mauling my breasts when she gasped and squealed and mumbled instructions and vehement demands at my husband in in her native language. Since we’d all started fucking it had thrilled me to see him take her from behind, his hands on her hips, their bodies thwack-slapping together. But to see them kissing meant a connection on a more emotional level.

And Valentina knew how I felt, so when the hot little bitch deliberately provoked me I thought about getting up and clawing the prettiness right off her face.

However, before the hot rush of that madness engulfed me, and before I could move, Valentina broke this kiss, looked at my husband, and said, We can make the fuck?

He glanced at me, the question in his eyes.

You want to, I said with a nonchalant wave.

I could still feel the turmoil inside me because of the kissing but didn’t let it show.

My anger subsided as Valentina let go of the cock. She lay down on her back and spread long legs, a hand going down to her hairless vulva so she could splay her folds and exhibit her core.

Put it in, Denis, she said through a sigh. Make it tight inside.

Ah fuck, I heard my husband say. He was cranking his dick, eyes set on the girl as she offered herself.

You better fuck her, I said, a finger at my clit. I’ll have her husband when he gets home. Then, goaded by residual anger and a need for petty revenge I went on to add, Smash that sweet Polish cunt. Pin her to the bed with that big fucking cock.

I was riled up and hot, eager to see my