Swinging Friends

By Avery Rowan

Chelsea's friend, Monica, is on a mission to entice some friends of hers into the swingers lifestyle, and she's dragging Chelsea along for the ride.

Caroline Frost is shocked at first to hear how the other couples have ventured into wife swapping. However, after her friends share their sizzling stories of wanton abandon and freedom that comes with it, Caroline is more than eager to rush home and talk to her husband. Soon, another house party is planned, and the Davenports are on to another adventure, only this time, they're not the inexperienced ones.

One-click Swinging Friends now to welcome the Frosts into the lifestyle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandy Shores Publishing
• Release date: Mar 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463920831

Avery Rowan

Avery Rowan has had a titillating fantasy life and, thankfully for lovers of erotic stories, Avery has decided to share some of those stories with us. Avery's stories contain strong characters, wild adventures, and a high level of steaminess. While each has a happy ending, they also leave you breathing heavy and wishing your lover or battery-operated-boyfriend was near at hand.Avery lives along the beach in sunny Florida, basking in the sun's rays while the rolling waves provide a soothing white noise to the writing process. When not writing, Avery is with family and friends, getting the most out of this life, just like the character's in Avery's stories. Life is to be lived and savored, not shied away from, so break out of the norms and grab all you can get out of it.

Book preview

Chapter One

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Chelsea lounged on her back porch, sipping a glass of Merlot as she watched Darren make laps in their pool, his bare ass rising above the waterline every once in a while. They had returned from their vacation with memories for Chelsea to masturbate to for days on end. If anything, Chelsea thought more about the swinging lifestyle than anything else lately, and while that should have troubled her at least a little, all it truly did was make her cunt wetter with each dirty thought she entertained. Sex had never been a major part of her life before they entered the swinging lifestyle. Oh, she possessed fantasies, some of which she never shared with Darren. But then again, didn’t everyone have a spank bank of sorts in reserves for when they needed to get off and the normal things weren’t working? God, how they worked now.

She took another sip of her wine before laying back in her chair, eyes closed as the sun kissed her tanned flesh. The best part of owning your own pool was the no bathing suits rule. To Chelsea, there was nothing quite like being naked outdoors. While it was true they took a vacation recently, it was merely to see an unfamiliar place, because the way they lived their lives, the Davenports were almost always on vacation. Chelsea relished every moment, too.

Cold drops of water fell on her heated chest, causing Chelsea to jump straight up as she tried to cover her large breasts with her arms. What the..? she screamed as she opened her eyes to see Darren standing there, dripping wet, and leaning over her. You are so not my favorite person right now. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my body.

Darren just laughed as he slid into the chair beside her, picking up his own wineglass as he sat down. I’m sorry, he said, which she knew was a lie. But you looked so damn cute and comfy just lying there that I couldn’t resist.

She settled back in her chair, rolling her eyes. You are so full of shit, and you know it, she said. You just wanted to be mean. Couldn’t stand it that I was comfortable and relaxed.

He gave a weak shrug as he smiled over at her. Maybe I just wanted to see those big tits of yours pop up a little more. He pointed to her bare chest. Look how hard those nipples are now. He bounced his brows at her, his grin growing into more of a leer.

Chelsea shook her head. You, Darren Davenport, are incorrigible.

He nodded, his dark hair plastered to his head from where he had been in the pool. So you keep telling me, he said, not the least bit apologetic. I think I’m beginning to believe you, but would you want me any other way?

She sighed as she turned her soft eyes toward him. Reaching out with her free hand, she caressed his arm, smiling into his dark hazel eyes. No. No, I don’t think I would. I love everything about you.