Sharing Her Man Series

A young couple and their sexy redhead realtor realize multiple fantasies. Nothing is off limits as the three explore each other and their own deepest desires, in this sex-drenched and yet romantic tale of both giving and receiving. Welcome to the first volume in Kethandra Wilde’s new ’Sharing Her Man’ series. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ They watched their real estate agent exit her Lexis SUV; she was worth watching. She smiled, a bright white flash from within the shimmering frame of her hair, even redder than normal in the evening light. Nicole held a bottle of champagne and a package of small plastic glasses. Ginger, the agent, unlocked the front door before beckoning Thom and Nicole into their new home. "Nice dress." Nicole said what they had both been thinking. Ginger always looked good: slim, fit, shining red hair swinging over her shoulders. High heels, defined calves and tan legs below skirts and dresses bordering on the formal seemed her norm. This one was more casual, a fitted knit dress striped in narrow horizontals. The stripes brought out Ginger's modest curves, showing her trim figure to good advantage. The knit fabric clung. It seemed obvious that she wore no underwear, but Thom took a second look to be sure as he held the door. Nicole had a smirk on her face when he looked up. Ginger hadn't noticed him checking her out, but his wife had. Teasing him, Nicole bit into her lip, pantomiming playing with her own body as Ginger walked into the kitchen in front of the new owners. The knit dress accented her shapely backside. The redheaded realtor did a little spin to face them. "Why thank you. I just got it today. You're the first to see it." Nicole stepped to the side, closer, to inspect it. She brought Ginger's attention with her. It allowed Thom's eyes free rein to appreciate the view. His wife looked as sexy as always, in a simple combination of jeans and a t-shirt, her athletic, almost hard-body figure clear. Ginger was more girly, in form and dress. "Whadda you think, hon?" Caught staring again, they were both looking at him. "Ah. I see two delicious, gorgeous women in my new kitchen and something is not right." Ginger looked concerned. She had shown them close to a hundred homes in the past few months. "Not right?" "Yes. Like I said." Thom stepped to the counter nearest his wife. "Two exquisite wom..." "You said gorgeous." Count on Nicole to interrupt him right then. "And delicious." Ginger looked like a cat that just won Mouse Trap, playing along with Nicole. "Two gorgeous, exquisitely tasty..." He paused with a raised brow. "Close enough, that'll do." Ginger conceded. Nicole had turned to face him. "...ladies, and a bottle of bubbly, and it's not even open. That is not right." He grabbed the bottle by the neck, tearing the foil outer seal. "Thanks, Thom." Nicole leaned close. "No problem." He shrugged. "I want some too." "Not for the champagne, silly. For saying I'm gorgeous." She hugged him close, then spun away. "Just a sec. I forgot something in the car." Ginger put a hand on his forearm. "Yes, thank you, Thom." "What? For calling you gorgeous? You definitely are that, Ginger." She moved closer. Her eyes, green-blue and bright, shone up at him. "No. I was thinking about tasty and delicious." Her hand moved, rested on his chest. She stretched up, her lips hovering close to his. The words were so low he barely heard them. So plain he barely needed to. "How can you be sure? Until you try a taste?"

Debra’s barely-legal sister is precocious, horny and eager to learn, but scared to really let go with just anyone. Can they trick Debra’s fiancé into teaching the young girl a lesson in pleasure-soaked, hardcore sex in a safe environment? Will he then fulfill Debra’s fantasy by telling her every dirty detail? Volume 2 in Kethandra’s new "Sharing Her Man" series. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Do your parents know you wear that in public?" Passing close to him, she gave Tony a half-playful sneer. When she had asked - surprisingly politely - if she could lounge by the pool, he had thought he might actually get some work done. "There's a lot my parents don't know." Looking over the sunglasses that had slipped fashionably down her cute little nose, she gave a quick, silent finger wave as she headed toward the stairs. "Exactly. And that's why Debra and I have the unexpected pleasure of your company this weekend, Candy." He trailed behind the girl, bikini-covered hips swaying with each step directly in front of his eyes. Tony had known Candy for a couple of years, almost as long as he had been dating Debra. The soft, smooth curves that almost over-filled Candy's soaked swimwear were newer. And the cause of his present stress. Debra's slim, athletic build took after their father. Candy had not had her older sister's toned muscles, but had followed in her lean-hipped, small-breasted path until her last year in high school. The girls' mother was curvaceous - tending toward roundness now - and apparently had been something of a wild thing in her youth. Those genes seemed to kick in all at once for the younger daughter. He had noticed it seven months ago, visiting Debra's family at Christmas. Candy's hug of greeting had been accompanied by a new, twin presence between them as she pressed her unfamiliar curves up and into his chest. She'd held herself to him perched on her toes, her eyes locked to his, only a fraction longer than he was used to. Still, he'd felt an emptiness, a loss, when his girlfriend's younger sister pulled back, her fingertips trailing down his forearms. Candy had always been cute, pretty. Suddenly, she'd become sexy. And, at 18, a legal adult. Not just her figure rounding out, but an attitude, a projection that was as new as those shapes rounding out her bright red sweater. Late that night, Christmas Eve, he and Debra snuggled together in her old bedroom. The creaky antique bed would have announced any more vigorous activity to the entire house. Staring up into the dark, his mind returned to the transforming young girl who had pushed up against him, and the look in her dark, wide eyes. The way she challenged him with a glance. First, after the too-warm hug of greeting. Later, at dinner, when her hand just happened to fall on his thigh as if she was catching her balance taking the seat beside him. Both times the same expression. Lips opened, a tongue tip hovering between them, just begging to be kissed.