Vanilla Split: Two Girls Are Better than One

By Ginger Bangs

My name is Vanilla Jones.

My life has been a bit of a carnival ride over the last month or so, ever since my husband Jim decided to heat up my marital activities by granting my wildest fantasies with someone that we both trusted. The only problem was that I wasn't quite sure if I could safely trust that someone that Jim was fantasizing about.

Enjoy this quick sexy romp with a female point of view. No cliffhanger. Stand-alone with a VERY happy ending. Adult erotica author

Ginger Bangs brings you the hottest, spiciest storytelling action you've ever read.

Believe you me, there is NOTHING vanilla about Vanilla Jones!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Bangs
• Release date: Mar 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005678883

Ginger Bangs

If you're looking for some hot erotic fiction you've come to the right author.

Book preview

Chapter One – Girls Just Want to Have Fun

My name is Vanilla Jones.

My life has been a bit of a carnival ride over the last month or so, ever since my husband Jim decided to heat up our bedroom by opening up my doors.

He has been getting off on being my great white hunter, leading me into some really wild and sexual adventures, giving me a surprise party every couple of weeks or so. As for me, I’ve just been leaning back and enjoying the ride.

It started when my husband Jim decided to blindfold me, strip me naked and share me with his co-working Hank Rimmer.  Let me assure you that I enjoyed that whole experience immensely. Then Jim had brought home two of the biggest blackest men and most well-endowed men that I had ever met. Jim let those two magnificent well-hung men have their way with me while he sat and watched.

Well, to be honest, he only sat and watched for a while before he felt compelled to join in.

Which I enjoyed.

Immensely.

Over the last two weeks I have come more than I have ever come in my whole entire sexual lifetime – even during my early preliminary prepubescent frig-a-minute fumbling months of sexual discovery. Every night when I came home from work I kept expecting some sort of different fuck-surprise. Jim had told me that he was going to wash that vanilla out of our sexual bedroom experiences.

From here on out our love life is going to be built in no-holds-barred technicolor, Jim had told me.

I was coming home from a week of hell at work. I am talking meetings and bitch sessions and the