Thursday, August 30, 2012

Buying reviews?

Many of you in the writing and publishing world may have already seen this article by Andrew Schaffer in today’s Huffington Post. That’s right. Some writers pay people, not only to say nice things about their books, but indeed to buy them. Naïve little me (that’s right, I may write about making a guy lick up his own come but I reserve the right to still call myself naïve about some things… cause I am!), my eyes went round with surprise. There are people out there who write reviews because people pay them to?

But really, come on, who are we kidding? Every industry has corruption and certainly the publishing industry is no different. And as the article pointed out, with the rise of ebooks we’re only seeing the ‘tip of the iceberg’ in regard to stacking your own dick. Sorry, I mean deck. Smut writer’s occupational hazard.

Authors on the straight and narrow are rallying to shout, I’d never buy reviews! Shameless! Despicable! Self-congratulatory! And while I agree with them for myself that I’d never buy reviews I can’t deny that there’s a part of me who kinda doesn’t blame a writer for buying.

I mean, in an ideal world the cream would always rise to the top. If you write something that’s amazing people will find out about it based solely on its merit, right? Wrong. This is not an ideal world. We all know of crap that’s risen to the top because of timing, marketing, or a myriad of other possible fluky synergies that just sometimes make something work. And we all know of hidden gems. We’ve stumbled across something that’s so good, we wonder why nobody else knows about it. Not to mention the artists who struggle in obscurity their whole lives, only to rise to fame posthumously.

With self-publishing on the rise there’s more crap than ever out there for a reader to wade through.  I’m sure all authors think of their pieces as the gem that certain reader is looking for, the diamond in the rough. But when you’re languishing at #201,408 in the Amazon ranking system, how do you let your readers know? How do you distinguish yourself? What do you do when you know that most people will never scroll down much past #101 in the ranks, if that?

So this guy self published and paid to push his rankings higher. Is it cheating? Well, let me add this: I published with a publisher and, as they often do, they offered my book for free for a limited time for the same reason. People will download the book largely because it’s free and once the promotion is over, the book will move into the ranks with those downloads counted as purchases. This was put to me as a “great way to gain new readers” which seems reasonable. And of course there is a big difference between offering something to customers for free and paying people in a business transaction to buy. But having read Schaffer's article it seems just similar enough to make me uneasy. Either way, while it is wrong to trick people into taking a look at your book, part of me laments that perhaps it is just what you have to do to get your book noticed nowadays, and that maybe one day people will look at it like buying advertising. And if your book is shite, the fake review game ain’t gonna last too long. Eventually if it starts to gain any traction there will be enough real reviews out there to squelch it. And if it doesn’t get squelched, well, it’s debatable whether it deserves to be there or not. And I’m not so sure which side of the fence I’d be on.

From a personal perspective, I have the benefit of not being the primary breadwinner in my family. It’s all well and good for me to say I would never pay to falsely push my book to the top of the list where it could get noticed and possibly start to make some serious money when I know that my kids will still be fed while I slog it out in the trenches. But if that weren’t the case I can’t say what I’d resort to.

But no, as it is I would never buy reviews. I’m one of those people who is honest to a fault. If someone says to me, oo, I love your shoes, I must immediately reply, really? Payless. Twenty bucks. If I bake a cake and someone says it’s good I fall over myself to confess, I used Duncan Hines! It’s not from scratch! So if I paid a hundred people to say they liked my book and someone came to ask me about my growing fame I just can’t imagine what I’d say then. Thanks, I used Pay per Review?

Recently, after the publishing of my first book, my mother, of all people, said to me, oo, maybe now you’ll be famous! And I thought, not bloody likely and also, thank goodness not! I wish, like some of my favourite erotica writers, that I had the cajones to be comfortable with having everyone at my kids’ school, the grocery store, the neighbours down the street, my parents' friends know that I regularly hole up in my cave to make up shit about cocks and pussies. But for now, I do not.

So while I happily loll about here playing around with my silly, smutty fantasies in somewhat blissful obscurity you can rest assured that if you do ever happen to read a review of my books, it is 100% made from scratch. No additives, preservatives or under the table payments went into the making of any of the handful that are out there.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Story behind Nymphomania

Hello all!

I thought I should do a quick post in case you hadn't seen my tweets. The lovely and talented Ms. KD Grace invited me to be on her blog! Such an honour. If you want more smut and you're not familiar with her work I highly recommend it. In particular The Pet Shop Trilogy . So far I've only read book one but all three are available and trust me, I'm very much looking forward to making time for the next two! It's not your average, run of the mill erotica. It's very refreshingly kinky!

Anyway, if you liked Nymphomania and you are interested in how I came up with the story, check out her blog here.

And as always, I'm interested in your feedback so feel free to comment, either on her site or here. Enjoy!


Monday, August 20, 2012

Review: Lust Ever After

Hello fellow smut readers!

Today I wanted to introduce you to a lovely little smutty gem, Lust Ever After by Rose de Fer. I was delighted to discover that the lovely Ms De Fer and I share a horny fascination with the Victorian era’s notions of female sexuality and the doctors who tended to the poor, pent up women of the time. So if your mouth – or other parts of you – were watering over Lillianne’s ordeal and you are hungry for more, you don’t have to wait for the next installment of the Draper Estate Trilogy. Look no further than this…

London, 1881. The brilliant Dr Frankenstein has a thriving practice in the city, treating ladies for ‘hysteria’ and seducing them along the way.

Through his pretty chambermaid, Justine, he spies the perfect opportunity to create what he has always dreamt of – a truly liberated woman. When Justine wakes in the laboratory she has no memory of her former life. All she knows is that she has a ravenous sensual appetite and she will let nothing stand in the way of her desires, least of all Frankenstein. Soon Justine finds herself drawn into a world of forbidden delights, first with her female friends, and then with a mysterious young man named William, with whom she feels a strange and unearthly bond. An unbreakable connection that her creator will do anything to destroy.

Sound good? It’s even better. Justine has a friend, Daisy, and the story actually begins with the doctor experimenting on her. There’s something so deliciously devious and wrong about the idea of a wealthy doctor exploiting a poor little book store clerk, paying her for access to her body to demonstrate female sexual reactions to his colleagues, all in the name of science, don’t ya know. And the fact that the demonstration leaves Daisy panting for further assignments – perhaps with the device she’s heard something about, the aptly named Alleviator – is all the more enticing. 

The book is worth a look for that first chapter alone. But lucky for us, it goes on from there with Justine’s delectable transformation from innocent maiden to insatiable, unearthly creation.

But it’s not just a horny premise that makes this book a great read. I believe it was Nathaniel Hawthorne who said ‘Easy reading is damn hard writing.’ That said, the ease with which you can slip into this story demonstrates the finesse of the writer. The settings, the clothing, the passions are all delivered in a tightly written yet richly emoted package.

You can read more about Ms De Fer’s book, including an excerpt, on her blog here. Purchase it from Amazon here.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Bringing Sexy Back - Part 4

Hello friends!

I've been super busy writing and promoting Nymphomania (which is, at this point in time anyway, still free to download!) but I haven't forgotten that I promised the final part of Bringing Sexy Back. So here it is! Enjoy. And don't forget to comment!

Tracy watched as her husband walked over and pulled Caroline’s top over her head, unsnapped her bra and grabbed her breasts firmly in his hands from behind while Delia continued kissing her from the front, one hand still between her legs, the other stroking her hair. Tracy imagined what it must feel like for Caroline, neglected for so long, now to have four hands on her, completely engulfed in sexual attention. The thought made her so horny she practically drooled. She looked over at Sebastian again but this time, instead of watching the other women, he had his gaze on Tracy.
            Tracy’s immediate inclination was to go straight to him, to kiss him like she was just kissing her husband. But instead she held his gaze for a while then looked down, down where his hand stroked lazily at his enormous cock. She looked back up in his dark eyes and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. She thought she heard him groan. He crooked his finger at her, motioning her over to him and she slowly obeyed, sauntering over and settling herself down next to him.
            ‘I want to take you up on your offer of spicing things up,’ he said softly, staring at her but not taking his hand away from his shaft, continuing his slow stroking.
            ‘Uh,’ Tracy looked over at the other three who were now almost completely naked, still with Caro at the centre of the attention, then back at Sebastian. ‘I’d say mission accomplished. I can’t imagine much spicier.’
            ‘I could,’ Sebastian grinned sexily. ‘Besides, I’d have thought that someone who’s done such extensive reading on the subject would have a better imagination.’ He leaned in then and kissed her. Tracy’s stomach did flip flops as Sebastian’s full lips pressed against hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. God, he really is so sexy, she thought, and moved her hand to join his on his cock.
            This time she definitely heard him groan and he took his hand away letting her take control. As she stroked him, picking up speed a little from his slow tempo, she marveled at how her hand came nowhere near to encompassing him, her four fingers separated from her thumb by a couple of inches of hard, veiny flesh. She tore her gaze from it to look over and see Caro performing the same task with her husband, Caro’s slim hand sliding over Peter’s longer but thinner member while Delia sucked at Caro’s nipples. Peter was staring down at the two women completely enraptured. Tracy couldn’t believe that, instead of feeling jealous, she was completely turned on.
            As if reading her mind, Sebastian grumbled, ‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ and he put his hand up Tracy’s short dress. With one finger he carefully drew a line down the centre of her cunt, feeling the thong she was wearing as it disappeared between her ass cheeks. ‘Mm, baby, I’ve been wondering what’s under this dress all night.’
            As Sebastian pulled her thong over to one side and began gently investigating her folds with his fingers, Tracy looked over again to see what the threesome were up to. Now Delia’s head was between Caro’s legs, but Caro’s moans were being stifled by Peter’s cock which was thrusting deeply into her throat. Peter glanced over at Tracy just as Sebastian found her clit and started rubbing it. ‘Ah!’ she gasped and gripped Sebastian’s rod harder in her hand, still pumping it. ‘I’ve got to have this huge thing inside me,’ she whispered, her stare still on Peter.
            Sebastian guided her on all fours on to the floor. He lifted her dress and was easing down her sopping thong when Caro’s cries suddenly reached a fevered pitch. With Peter’s pole again in her hand, she pumped it as Delia’s head shook back and forth between her legs, working Caro into a screaming climax. As she watched Caro’s body convulse around Delia’s head, Tracy felt the huge glans of Sebastian’s cock slide between the folds of her slippery cunt, felt Sebastian position himself at the entrance of her hole. God, he feels so wide, Tracy thought. But she was wet, she couldn’t remember when she’d been so wet. When he started to ease into her, she felt stretched but her slick walls provided no resistance. He pushed his way slowly inside her and when he was all the way in she felt so completely filled up, so wonderfully skewered on his thick meat.
            Sebastian began slowly sawing in and out of her. Their doggy style position allowed them both to watch the show in front of them, and what a show it was. Caroline and Delia were now both on their knees in front of Peter and, from what Tracy could tell, Peter was not going to last much longer. Tracy imagined what it would be like for Peter to look down and see her two gorgeous friends with their tongues dueling around his cock. Delia had it in her hand and was passing it back and forth between her mouth and Caroline’s. Caroline’s hands had Peter’s balls cupped, massaging them, and Peter was grunting, huffing, trying to keep his eyes open to take in the delicious sight but occasionally closing his eyes and throwing his head back in sheer ecstasy.
            With Sebastian pumping into her from behind and the sight of her husband about to come in front of her, Tracy was close too. Then Sebastian leaned over her, reached around with one hand and began sliding his finger in quick strokes over her sensitive nub as he kissed the back of her neck. He whispered in her ear, ‘I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the day we met.’
            She heard Peter cry out then and she looked up to see a burst of semen shoot between Caro’s and Delia’s lips. Then Delia put her mouth around the head while Caroline jerked the shaft with her tongue and Peter huffed out high pitched, raspy grunts Tracy had never heard before.
            It was all too much for Tracy. ‘Oh GOD!’ she wailed as Sebastian’s finger worked her over the edge. Her pussy began contracting but it could barely do more than flutter, so crammed full of Sebastian’s huge cock as she was. Then she felt his impossibly large shaft throb impossibly larger and he groaned, ‘Fuck, I’m coming! Oh, fuck,’ and at the last second he thought to pull out, jerking it and covering Tracy’s back with his milky load.

If Tracy felt jealous any time after she and Peter had their conversation in the hallway that night, it was only of Delia, later in the evening. Tracy and Caroline watched, kissing and touching each other, while Delia had Sebastian sucking her nipples and Peter worked her clit with his tongue to three consecutive orgasms. Tracy desperately wanted to know what it would be like to have two men at the same time fondling her, licking her and making her come.
But she imagined there were all kinds of combinations and permutations the five of them could come up with. And perhaps Sebastian was right. Somebody who’d read as much erotica as she had certainly had the imagination to come up with them.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Hello all!

Just a quick post today to let you know that Nymphomania is now FREE for a limited time! Get it here

Again, I'd so appreciate it if you can Like it, rate it, review it and/or tell your friends! 

I've been crazy busy trying to get the word out about the book, plus writing to meet the deadline for another book. And still getting settled here Down Under! But I know that some are waiting for the Bringing Sexy Back conclusion. So I will post that soon! 

For now, download your free smut! And enjoy!



Friday, August 10, 2012

"Nymphomania" now available!

Hello lovely readers!

My book is now live on Amazon!  You can find it here.

I sincerely hope you'll like it. 

If you can wait, from Tuesday it will be available to download for FREE! I'm so glad they're doing this promotion so that all of you who have supported my writing can get have it free as a token of my appreciation. 

I would be so grateful if you would click the "Like" button on Amazon. Even better, if you could star rate it or review it, that would be awesome. 

As I've said, I'm freaking out a bit about having my little book out there. So any support you'd be gracious enough to give me would be much, much appreciated.

Thank you everyone! And happy reading! 


Thursday, August 9, 2012

First book ever! Freaking out!

Well, here we are. My very first book ever is coming out on Amazon tomorrow. I’m pretty much having a conniption over here.

              If you are envisioning a book launch party with caviar and champagne, large stacks of my books displayed beautifully on tables, big posters from the inside book jacket of me looking all serious but sexy, and me there in a really hot but still writer-y looking outfit, being passed around from editor to publisher to adoring fan…well, then we obviously watch the same movies. The reality is me alone in my parents’ basement on Twitter and Facebook and email, madly contacting everyone and anyone who has ever heard of me who I think might download the book and just put a little rating on Amazon.

                It’s a little like being in the ninth grade and having a birthday party. What if no one shows up? Or worse, what if they do but they think my party sucks? What if they tell everyone, don’t hang out with her, she’s a total dork with lame chip and dip and no booze parties? (You’re beginning to get a picture of my first year of high school.)

                Hubby often tells me I’m my own worst critic. He must be right because I feel the need to put a proviso on my book. I know the writing is cheesy. I know the cover is hideous (through no fault of anyone but me, mind, the publishers had a much prettier cover to begin with until I started toying with it and well… the result is what happens when a writer who should just keep to writing sticks her nose into the cover art – In my defense I’ll just say I had this whole Downton Abbey thing going in my head and it just didn’t translate). But these are obviously not good things to say to promote one’s own book! So I instead I’m just blogging about it. You won’t tell anyone, right?

                So yes, my book comes out tomorrow. I’ll blog again then with a link because I know you’re dying to find out how you can get your hands on this cheesy, hideous creation! But don’t worry, I’ll also have info on how you can get it for FREE. 

                And if you want to comment and soothe my overwhelming fears that no one is going to show up to my party, I mean, download my book, my quaking ego would really appreciate it! Damn EL James and her fan fiction base. I bet she never felt like this. Lol.


Saturday, August 4, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Down Under!

I'm finally remembering to do my Six Sentence Sunday post! You'll have to excuse my previous omissions. Life has been pretty busy and my brain has been occupied with being a single parent, filling in forms for things like Medicare and remembering to drive on the left. People become a little perturbed if you forget that last one.

But no matter! I am remembering this week. I bring to you another tidbit from my first foray into pet play, which HarperCollins Mischief will by publishing in their Cougars anthology.
When the condom was on he patted my head. ‘Good girl,’ he said and his voice was low and thick with lust. ‘I know that required some restraint for such an eager little puppy. So here’s what we’re going to do. Play with your bone and hide it in whichever hole you wish, little pet. But here are the rules: you cannot come and you cannot make me come until I say I’m ready.
 That's it for this week! Don't forget about the contest. And as ever, feel free to comment below, email me, tweet... I love your feedback. Unless it's to say, 'this is shit!' in which case I won't love your feedback but I'll still be open to it.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Bringing Sexy Back - Part 3

Tracy had made a deal with herself, when this whole lesbian fantasy of hers and Peter’s began, that if anything were to ever happen between the two friends, that she would disclose all of it to Peter, every last detail. But coming home the next day, exhausted from lack of sleep, she began to feel less sure of her commitment. It was one thing, in the heat of passion, to be turned on by a fantasy. But fantasies don’t turn into reality everyday. Would Peter be angry to know she’d been with someone else? Was she cheating on him?
            But the fantasy becoming reality only served to spur Peter on. If he was intrigued by the idea of the two women together before, that it had now actually happened seemed to nearly overwhelm him with lust. When Tracy relayed to him that she had asked Caro if he could watch next time and that she had responded yes, he practically tore Tracy’s clothes off her, physically picked her up, carried her to their bedroom and threw her on the bed. He would not even let her go shower first. He got down between her legs and gazed between her folds with an almost reverence. ‘She put her fingers here?’ he asked, sucking his own fingers and stroking the hood of her swelling clit.
‘Mm hmm,’ she murmured dreamily.
‘Her fingers were here and she rubbed you and rubbed you,’ he bent his head down and began kissing her clitoris now, making out with it. Then he switched back to his fingers, rubbing faster. ‘She stroked you over and over, faster, faster, until you came. Came on her hand.’
‘Un hunhhhh,’ her pitch rising now as she neared her peak.
He broke away then, sprang up on top of her and slammed his erect cock deep inside her. She shrieked, surprised, but soon the base of his cock had picked up where his fingers had left her, quickly working her back up to where her orgasm loomed.
‘Tell me again,’ he growled in her ear. ‘Tell me again what she said about next time.’
‘I told her that the next time I ate her pussy,’ she rasped in his ear as he groaned and continued pistoning in and out of her, ‘that the next time I had my tongue inside her hot, wet snatch, that I wanted you to watch.’
‘Oh god.’ She felt his cock thrum inside of her, ready to blow. The feeling of it swelling against the walls of her tight hole, the pressure of the base against her clit had her at the edge too.
‘And she said yes.’
He pushed two more hard thrusts inside her and they came, came together, clinging, riding, gasping, humping, each lost inside the fantasy and the renewed vividness of it.
The waves eventually subsided, leaving them sweaty, limp and more than a little dazed. As they were drifting off something flipped in Tracy’s mind. Sleepily she asked, ‘Hon, you’re not in love with Caro, are you?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous, babe.’
The last thought that Tracy had before sleep enveloped her was of her promise to Caroline from the night before.
The promise that it wouldn’t get weird.

 ‘So I’m just calling to tell you what time to be here tonight,’ Delia said.
            Oh, shit, Tracy thought. It was Saturday and she’d completely forgot about Delia and Sebastian’s dinner party.
            It had been a long week. Tracy could not get out of her own head, it felt like, lost in her thoughts about Caroline and about Peter’s reaction to what happened. She couldn’t be mad at him, really, but she also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a little too turned on thinking about her best friend. Without a legitimate reason to be upset but left feeling vaguely pissed off, Tracy was snippy, shitty with Peter all week, snapping at him over little things and making excuses to go to bed early, turning her back to him when he tried running his hand up her leg in bed. Tracy had always thought of Peter as being like a sexual camel, she’d marveled at his apparent ability to go weeks without the need to get off. But after a week of her rejecting his advances for a change, on Friday Tracy walked in on something she’d never seen in their entire ten year marriage: Peter furiously jerking off in the shower.
            ‘Come around five o’clock,’ Delia was saying. ‘Caro said she’d be here around then. Bill can’t make it. Again.’ Delia paused, waiting for Tracy’s reaction. When none came she went on. ‘God, poor Caroline. Do you think she’s okay? Tracy?’
            ‘What? Oh, sorry Dee,’ Tracy said, coming out of her own thoughts. ‘Yeah, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her all week.
            That was true enough. Not only was Tracy neglecting her husband but she was dodging her best friend’s phone calls, letting her emails go unanswered. She felt terribly guilty, knowing how lonely Caroline felt in her marriage, her promise echoing in her memory. But she couldn’t get over her feelings of jealousy, couldn’t explain them to Caro.
            Jealousy wasn’t normally a factor in Tracy’s marriage. She made sure she didn’t do anything to give Peter reason to feel jealous and she felt he did the same for her. It was like an unspoken rule in their relationship.
            Now these new jealous feelings made her feel like a petulant child, made her want to get back at him, make him feel what she was feeling. She knew it was stupid and immature. But as she donned her sexy, proverbial little black dress for dinner at Delia’s that evening, as she stood in front of the mirror and swept her long, dark tresses in an updo, she couldn’t help but stare at her reflection, think of Sebastian and give herself a wicked little smirk.
            She didn’t often let her mind go where it was going. Sebastian was not her type, is what she usually told herself. Her type was tall, blond, not thin but fit. Her type was Peter. Sebastian, on the other hand, with his thick black curls, stocky, muscular frame and large, dark eyes, was more swarthy. Tracy had always felt an easy camaraderie with Sebastian, a feeling that they genuinely liked each other. And maybe something a little more.
            God, what the hell was she thinking? Giving her head an actual shake, she reminded herself that Sebastian was the husband of one of her best friends. What was going on with her? It was like what happened with Caro had rewritten all the rules.
            ‘Fuck, you look hot babe,’ Peter said, coming into the bathroom and putting his arms around her waist from behind, staring at her reflection in the mirror. ‘I wish you would give up whatever it is you’re mad at me for,’ he said, kissing her neck.
            ‘We’re gonna be late,’ she said, not stopping him though, closing her eyes and putting her head back on his shoulder, temporarily forgetting everything between them and just enjoying his kisses.
            When he began moving his hands down to cup her ass, she pushed them away. ‘Come on, we better go.’

Caro was already at Delia’s when Tracy and Peter arrived. Standing in the kitchen with a glass of Chardonnay, she was chatting with Sebastian while he stirred something on the stove when Tracy walked in.
            As soon as Tracy saw her friend, saw the worry in her eyes as she turned to greet her, she was overwhelmed with guilt. Saying a quick hello, she grabbed Caro’s arm and said softly, ‘Can I talk to you a second?’ She noticed Sebastian raise a quizzical eyebrow but he remained silent.
            Alone with Caroline in the hallway, Tracy nearly broke down in tears. ‘I’m so sorry I haven’t called you this week, Car.’ She grasped her friend’s hands in hers. ‘I know I promised you it wouldn’t get weird but I guess it did, for me, a bit.’ She glanced down, then looked into Caro’s blue eyes. ‘But just in my head, really. Now that I see you, now we’re here, I’m fine. I’m really fine,’ she repeated, realizing it herself as she said the words. ‘I’m so sorry, Caroline,’ she said, hugging her.
            Caroline accepted her apology and dinner went smoothly. Sebastian was a wonderful cook and the friends enjoyed the delicious meal he prepared for them.        
            But as the evening wore on Tracy kept noticing how Peter’s eyes would settle on Caroline, even when she wasn’t talking, how they would move down, apparently taking in her whole body. Had he always looked at Caro like that, she wondered, and she’d just never noticed?
            ‘So Tray,’ Delia said, as she poured her guests some after dinner cocktails. ‘Read any good books lately?’ She giggled and gave Sebastian a wink.
            ‘Yeah, Tracy,’ Sebastian smiled at her. ‘Any time you want to suggest more reading material for Delia, be my guest,’ he said, grabbing his wife’s ass as she was bent over pouring Peter his drink.
            Turning her attention from Peter’s gaze on Caroline, Tracy smiled flirtatiously at Sebastian and said, ‘Sexy Sebastian, I’m sure you don’t need any help from little ol’ me in that department.’
            Sebastian, obviously pleased at this attention, retorted, ‘Hey, I’m good but any marriage could use a little boost after a while.’
            ‘Nothing like a little extra spice,’ Delia said, smiling.
            Tracy took a sip of her cocktail, keeping her eyes on Sebastian as she put the straw in her mouth, and could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins. A little liquid courage, she thought. Putting her drink down she glanced at Peter, laid her hand playfully on Sebastian’s knee and purred, ‘Well, if there’s anything else I can do to spice things up, you just let me know.’
            The shameless flirting continued and Delia, for her part, looked anything but pissed off. In fact, if Tracy didn’t know better she’d say Delia was encouraging it, like the three of them were flirting with each other. She also noticed that the sexy banter was having a physical effect on Sebastian. His pants bulged and he kept readjusting himself, moving in his seat. Caroline, seated on the loveseat across from them with Peter, wasn’t vocal but she also appeared amused with the show. The only person who wasn’t amused, it seemed, was Peter.
He met her in the hallway as she was coming out of the bathroom.
‘Having fun?’ he asked, a little menacingly.
            Tracy stuck her chin out and smiled. ‘I’m having a great time.’
            ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Peter whispered harshly.
            ‘What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck were you doing?’
            ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
            ‘I see how you look at her, Peter. I know how you feel about Caro.’
            ‘Shit, is that what this is about?’ he asked incredulously. ‘Is that what you’ve been stewing about all week, that you think I have feelings for Caroline?’
            ‘Well, what the hell do you expect me to think? I mention this thing with her and suddenly you’re horny all the time, you’ve been staring at her all night, you’re practically undressing her with your eyes!’
            ‘That’s because I’m thinking about what you did with her!’
            ‘Hey you two!’ Delia’s voice called out from the living room. ‘You gonna rejoin the party, or what?’
            Tracy forced a smile and yelled back, ‘Be there in a minute!’
            Peter took a seat on the bottom step of the staircase and pulled his wife down beside him. ‘Look, babe,’ he said, his anger subsiding a little. ‘I will admit to you that I think Caroline is very sexy. Shit, so is Delia.’ Tracy opened her mouth but Peter stopped her. ‘Wait a minute, just wait! I think they’re sexy but so what? I mean, obviously you think Caro’s sexy too. And just because I’m attracted to her, that doesn’t take away from what we have. I love you, Tray.’ He grabbed her hand. ‘You’re the one I want to be with everyday. You’re the one I chose to marry.’ He leaned in then and said softly, ‘Can you blame me if I’m turned on by the thought of my beautiful wife going down on her sexy friend?’ He kissed her then, gently first and then a little harder. ‘And besides,’ he added, breaking their kiss. ‘Apparently I’m not the only one who’s attracted to somebody else in there,’ he said, glancing in the direction of the living room.
            ‘Well, no, not really,’ she said defensively.
            ‘Don’t bother denying it,’ he smiled smugly at her. ‘I’ve always known you totally have the hots for Greek boy in there. Delia and I laugh about it all the time.’
            Peter laughed. ‘It’s so obvious that you and Sebastian are into each other.’
            ‘But, but you were so angry just now,’ Tracy sputtered.
            ‘Well, you were so blatantly doing it to piss me off!’ he scoffed. ‘And I didn’t know why.’
            ‘So wait, you and Delia talk about this?’ She was incredulous.
            ‘Sure. Come on, we’re all human, we all have feelings.’ He laughed again and added, ‘I would hazard a guess that she and Sebastian probably talk about it too.’
            Before Tracy could respond Sebastian’s voice rang out, ‘Are you two fucking out there, or what?’
            Tracy and Peter walked back into the living room. And that’s when everything went a little pear-shaped.

The first thing Tracy saw was that Sebastian had his dick out and was stroking it. It wasn’t hard to miss, his member was massive in girth, not long but thick. Just like the rest of him, Tracy thought, her pussy throbbing. She looked beside her to Peter but his attention was on Delia and Caroline. The two women, her two best friends, were seated together on the love seat, kissing passionately, each with the other’s hand nestled firmly between her legs.
            ‘Holy shit, I’ve created a monster,’ Tracy murmured.
            Delia heard and looked up at the two standing but neither she nor Caroline moved their hands from where they were busy rubbing. She smiled a little drunkenly and said, ‘So Caro here was talking about what she and Tracy got up to last weekend.’ She giggled and then went back to making out with Caroline.
            ‘That is so fucking hot,’ Peter whispered to her and pulled her in for another kiss, this one harder, urgent.
            ‘Pe-ter,’ Delia sang out, and Peter looked over. ‘Why don’t you come help me out over here,’ she said, cupping Caro’s breast. Peter turned back to Tracy, then over her shoulder noticed Sebastian’s state of undress for the first time. He chuckled and said to Tracy, ‘So are we really going to do this?’
            Tracy kissed him and said, ‘I think we fucking are.’