Unprotected Fun - His Wife & Her Friend: Fertile Threesomes, #1

By Nadia Nightside

"I know I'm not enough for you...so I want you to be with her too, Sir..."

After accidentally reading her husband's email, the pregnant and beautiful Anne discovers her marriage is in jeopardy. Her man, Peter, feels locked in by their incumbent family life, and is scared that his fun, gorgeous wife will soon lose all adventurous desire in the bedroom. So, Anne makes a plan to give her man everything he wants. Peter wants Anne to do as he says; that's no problem, as Anne already loves giving in to his will. Her husband wants to be served; that's just wonderful, as Anne is happy to suck him dry whenever he wants. Her husband wants a threesome; Anne knows just the girl…her hot bisexual best friend, Tatiana, who has a serious craving to be dominated by a strong hunk like Peter.  But Peter refuses to use protection and won't pull out. Intensifying the erotic situation, the fertile Tatiana doesn't want a fling—she wants to be Peter's sexual servant…permanently! The desires of these two hot women and their hunk keep accelerating, and none of them want to play by the rules…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223690542

Nadia Nightside

I've never been a big fan of rules, and reality is far too full of them. My fun little stories are the one place where you'll know the rules will never get in the way of your pleasure. Bad guys and gals win, sultry evil goddesses seduce and corrupt heroes (only to become their wicked servants, of course), bullies get the hottest babes, billionaires revel in their power over plebes; it's my fantasy to bring your power fantasies to life. Women become seductive sirens or giggly sex bombs (either way, they're deliciously fertile); men are dangerously-endowed studs or supremely lucky regular guys; arrogant and regal supernatural beauties who can melt steel with a glance go weak at the knees at the thought of their Man and His Pleasure; and best of all, the worlds these characters live in are places where nothing is better than a hot, mating rut with as many partners as possible. Patreon Subscribers Support Me and Receive Exclusive Stories and Early Access to New Releases: https://www.patreon.com/nadianightside Please consider signing up for the Nadia Nightside Newsletter for news of special discounts and THREE exclusive free stories--including one novella-length biker gang romp!--that you won't get anywhere else: http://eepurl.com/gWe2EH

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Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.

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Unprotected Fun – His Wife & Her Friend

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LOOKING AT THE SCREEN before her, Anne felt a long drop in her stomach. Quite by accident, while performing her daily cleaning duties around the house, she started reading a message from her husband, Peter, to his best friend, Jerry.

I FEEL LIKE ALL OUR life is just about the baby now. And that’s great. That’s what it should be, right? The baby is important. And god knows Anne looks hot pregnant. She’s like, barely showing, except when she wants to. She’s still gorgeous—you know how she looks. Her face is just glowing all the time, and so she’s even prettier than before. And her ass is still so toned, and her tits, oh my god. Right? They’re bigger than ever, and they were already so huge.

But no, it’s more complicated than just how she looks. I mean, she’s fine with me jerking off. Encourages it even. But she never really seems to initiate anymore. It’s got me bummed out. I’m just not sure how into it I am anymore. Into her. This whole relationship. If our sex life had a pulse, it would be on life support.

Fuck, that sounds awful. I shouldn’t think like that.

Anyway. Dumb shit I say. I'll talk to you later. I promise to cheer up.

TEARS SPRUNG UP UNBIDDEN from her eyes and she turned away from the laptop, closing it back down. She set down the dust spray and cloth she had in her hands, reaching for a tissue. Before she knew it, she was bawling openly at her husband's desk.

That bastard, she hissed. "That bastard. That bastard!"

She continued like this, the chant of that bastard resounding from her mouth over and over again, a sort of mantra to ride out the sweeping tide of hormones that pushed through her system. Slowly, after several minutes and several soaked tissues, she started to calm down, wiping her pretty face clean and sitting back in Peter’s desk chair. The chair rolled backward for a bit and she could not help but laugh. She was heavily pregnant now—nearly six months—and anything on rollers slid much more than it used to. She felt fat and flabby all the time, even though Tatiana assured her that she looked as hot as ever—if not hotter.

Anne did have to admit she was keeping up very well in her prenatal yoga classes, and was eating healthier than ever, but she had already been a regular attendee to yoga before the pregnancy, and always had made a habit of eating well, so in a weird way she felt like that didn’t count.

Anne worked as an graphics design artist, and had built enough goodwill and contacts in the community around her that she was able to make a steady income off of it. It had taken a few months of penny-pinching, of course, and for the first few weeks Peter scowled, never very much liking the idea of Anne working to support the household (as he, bless his heart, had some trouble at times expressing what he wanted without at least a little bit of frustration behind it). He was a man's man, and wanted to be the only one that she needed to depend on. Anne appreciated the feeling behind that—he just cared about her, and wanted to take care of her—but