Running the soap over her body, warm and clean for once, had brought a deep ache to the place between her legs. Her nipples rose with the chill of the room, though she was warm. No, she was hot. Touching herself in the bath made her think of the first day she heard Beth, Sophie, Florence, and Jessie talk about their husbands. It was early in the spring. She and Willy had just arrived in town. She was so cold she’d crept into the empty hotel kitchen and curled in the corner to get warm. She’d fallen asleep and woken to the sound of women’s voices, coming quickly. She’d snuck into the bottom of the big pie safe. The tin cutouts let all the sound come in, and she could see a little bit as well. When she heard them speak of wonderful pleasure, her ears had strained to take in every word. These wives weren’t shy. They demanded to be pleasured but gave the same to their husbands. She held her breath while they said how much they enjoyed the many ways three men could pleasure a woman.
What do You think about Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2012)?
