Title: Four for the Show
Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué.
The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other.
Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Author: Cristal Ryder
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Messier Than Ever, Passion Cowboy Style
Published: 8 January 2014
Genres: Erotic Contemporary Romance, M/M Erotica
Purchase your copy: Visit the Author's Website
A decidedly erotic short story that is heavy on the action and provides narration from Tara, a woman in a friends with benefits relationship with Joe. Tara gets an email invitation to a local swingers club, that allows them to participate for one evening in a “Show” event.
Sexual tension is established with the narrative voice, as Tara tells us about her excitement and the two have a heavy foreplay encounter in the parking lot before entering the club. Shown around by the club’s owner, Tara had attended an event with some girl friends previously, but she hadn’t participated in more than drinks and dancing.
Fairly early on the sexual excitement and voyeuristic pleasure is presented, with an assist from the owner and a swing in the ‘play room’ to start their evening. Soon they meet a couple of men, who are present as fill-ins for the “moresome” combinations. Several different pairing and positioning combinations ensue including a double penetration scene that simultaneously includes a M/M encounter so all 4 participants are climaxing together.
At 30 odd pages, this is a quick and super spicy read with imagery allowing the reader to grab a view from Tara’s perspective and find the view pretty darn hot. Perfect for spicing up a cold day or night, this story is full of inspiration.
“Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.
“I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be up against that bush.”
I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.
I was definitely still in summer mode. The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of the crowd.
Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.
“You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.
“Suffering for the cause.”
“When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”
I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”
He turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal shocked my heated flesh.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
About the Author
Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could
get her hands on. Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen, and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with her friends.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world. Cristal is multi-published with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions and Harlequin Digital in 2014.