She's My Wingman: A Friends to Swingers Story

By J.D. Masterly

Tate and Brandi have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Now graduated from college, they share an apartment together and hit the clubs every weekend to find hot hookups for each other. Brandi’s the best wingman a guy could hope to have, and Tate helps Brandi find her date for the night as well. But when they join a local swingers’ club, they get more than they bargained for. The club is for couples only, pushing the boundaries of their relationship to sizzling new heights.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Apr 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005405953

J.D. Masterly

I’ve been writing for a few years now, and I write what I like to read. I know some authors are into very specific niches, and I suppose I am too–threesomes, foursomes, polyamory, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, impregnation, and a few other kinks thrown in for fun. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. As I like to say, “If you don’t make a mess having sex, you probably did it wrong.”To be blunt, I write stories with spunk! I want my stories to arouse and excite you; to thrill and seduce you; and perhaps to inspire you and your partner(s) to explore a few things on your own!

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She’s My Wingman

A Friends to Swingers Story

By J.D. Masterly

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This is a work of fiction. Any semblance between characters and real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

Warning: This is a work of erotic fiction with strong sexual contents. This work is intended for adults only and contains material that some may find offensive.

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Chapter 1

It was a typical Saturday morning and I had just finished my shower. My laundry was still in the dryer from last night, so I came out with just a towel wrapped around my waist. Brandi, my housemate, was probably still asleep. She usually slept past ten on Saturdays.

But not this Saturday.

Yo! Brandi greeted when she saw me in just a towel. She was eating cereal in the kitchen and wore an oversize T-shirt. I honestly wasn’t sure if she was wearing anything else. How’s it hanging, Tater-Tot?

That’s what she liked to call me. Tater-Tot. Sure, it was a childish nickname (my name is Tate, after all), but she’s the only one allowed to call me that.

Long, loose, and full of juice, I quipped, knowing it would rile her up.

Bullshit! she laughed, tossing back her hair. You juiced yourself last night.

I drew a deep breath. Had she heard that? What? You must be hearing things.

Oh! Oh! Ah! Ahhhh! Brandi cried in a mimic of some over-the-top porn star orgasm. "That’s what I heard from your room. You really need to turn down the volume. I always know when you’re jerking off to porn."

I cleared my throat, hurrying to the laundry closet to grab my clothes. Always?

Hey, I’m glad you jerk off regularly. I jill myself off nearly every night when I’m not with a guy. She sipped some orange juice and licked her lips. Speaking of which, it’s been a week since either of us have gotten any. Why don’t we hit a club tonight and find a hot girl to juice your schlong?

I rolled my eyes. Brandi sure had a way with words. "And maybe we’ll find a guy for you to juice."

Brandi waggled her eyebrows and took another sip of orange juice. Mmm... Juice!

Yeah. It was a little weird. But that was just how we were with each other.

Brandi and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. I met her on the school playground in 3rd grade, when a few of my friends and I heckled her little group. The next day, she shoved me from the swing into some mud. So began a tit-for-tat game of paybacks and pranking—at first spiteful, but eventually becoming playful.

By middle school we were good friends. She lived just one neighborhood away and we often got together in a nearby park or at each other’s houses. High school was rougher. Brandi wasn’t just cute, she was hot, with wavy brown hair,