Below is a brief excerpt from My Husband and I Take Lasha (Our Threesome and My First Lesbian Sex) by Amelie Jacques.
Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a sexual encounter between a husband and wife and a younger couple. It includes rough sex, first sex, rough deepthroat, domination, submission, and more explicit content. You should not download this book unless you are legally able to do so in your location. If explicit content offends you, this book isn’t for you.
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She didn’t give up.
Every month she asked again, even pointing out that the idea of it being rough really appealed to her, until finally my husband and I talked about it. We told her that if she got her degrees by her nineteenth birthday as she’d planned we’d sleep with her. She seemed elated and I kind of forgot about it. She didn’t talk about it again with us until we got home from dropping her parents off at the airport. Lasha went right to her room and my husband sat down on the couch. I fixed Craig a scotch and soda. I grabbed a glass of wine for myself and sat down on the chair. A moment later, I almost spit out my wine because Lasha stepped back into the living room wearing nothing but her sheer, flimsy camisole. She smiled nervously, bit her lip, and said, “I held up my end of the bargain and…I would like to collect, please.”
“But—” I began.
“No, it’s okay,” she said. “I’ve been dreaming about how rough it will be.”
So we gave in. For God’s sake, how were we supposed to resist her? She was beautiful and sexy and yet so damned innocent looking that we couldn’t help ourselves and I watched Craig’s kiss and watched his hand on her ass and it was profoundly good. I stared at her and I realized somewhere in the back of my mind I’d wanted this from the first time she asked for it. I didn’t understand how a body could look so beautiful.
It did, though. Her body looked beautiful and was beautiful and for the first time, I really thought of her as a purely sexual being and not just the brilliant and wide-eyed genius we’d brought into our home.