• 3 is a magic number

    At least, I think it is. And apparently Kristina Wright does too because she and Cleis Press have just released a fun erotic romance anthology that is devoted to threeways. From characters guest-starring in a couple's bed to adventurous trios to long-term triad relationships, Three of Hearts reminds readers that sometimes more is more.

    With stories from Rachel Kramer Bussel, Tiffany Reisz, Giselle Renard, Annabeth Leong, Kathleen Tudor and other familiar names, this anthology doesn't just offer up escapades for three; these stories "explore the threesome dynamic emotionally as well as sexually." That's kind of refreshing, since so many typical threesome erotica stories keep it simple and spontaneous. Both MMF and MFF stories are represented as well.

    The below is an excerpt from "The Last Day of Summer" by Veronica Wilde. Before she officially says goodbye to summer and starts a new job, a bisexual woman decides whether to spend her last night of freedom with her girlfriend or her boyfriend - both casual summer romances. She believes they don't know about her; she's wrong.

    Kevin and Mia didn’t know about each other. But we’d never said we were exclusive – and they were both so sexy that I was sure they were dating other people too. I’d seen women throw themselves at Kevin right in front of me. And Mia, well, she was so cool and remote that I never knew what she was feeling. So I tried to remind myself that we were just having fun, no strings attached. That I wasn’t really falling for either of them – even though I knew in my heart that I was falling for both.

    The sun baked into my skin, golden and sensual. I’d been tanning all summer to look sexy for them, wrinkles be damned. My mind turned to thoughts of Mia tying my hands behind my back and slowly stroking my clit while I begged her to let me come. Bondage had always been my weakness, guaranteed to make me melt, and Mia knew exactly how to excite me. Kevin was more of a master cocksman, driving me crazy with his tongue and thick cock. With just one touch, he could make me wet and aching.

    So once again: who should I spend my last day and night of freedom with? I turned my iPod to a sexy playlist, letting the sun lull me into a trance. As I compared them, my heart filled with that warm euphoria. I couldn’t help it; I wanted to have a romantic last night together before going back to work. Swimming in the moonlight, kissing all night in bed. A real date. This was my chance to say to Mia or Kevin, I’ll be getting my own apartment and you can stay overnight all the time now. I just didn’t know if those words would be welcome or not – if either of them secretly wanted me to be more than a summer fling. If so, who did I have a better chance with? Mia or Kevin?

    The sun’s warmth on my nipples felt so good that I opened my legs as well, letting my feet dangle on either side of the chair as the summer heat greeted my pussy. I drifted into a sensual drowsiness, dreaming of Mia’s beautiful breasts. Kevin’s hard thighs. My blood warmed with arousal. In fact, I could almost swear someone was there, touching me.

    A metal clink brought me to full alertness. What the hell? I opened my eyes, suddenly aware I’d been napping. The pool waters danced merrily, no one in sight.

    I tried to remove my headphones – and realized my wrists were locked to the chair. Shock turned into outrage as someone lifted off my headphones.

    “Easy,” Mia said. She walked around the length of the chair in shorts and a green tank top, never taking her eyes from my nakedness. “You’re safe, Cheyenne. No need to freak out.”

    Well, that settled it. Mia it was. And what an afternoon we were about to have, a surprise poolside bondage scene just like I had always fantasized about.

    I was about to say something saucy when a male voice said, “Oh, come on. You know Cheyenne. She loves the feeling of danger.”

    Kevin joined her. They both regarded me like I was a captive enemy.

    Oh no. No. “What did you do to me?” I squeaked. I didn’t know if I was more disturbed by my powerlessness or the excitement rising in my blood.

    “Something you’ve always wanted, apparently.” Kevin stood between my spread legs and gazed at my exposed pussy.

    Heat and arousal washed through me with almost painful intensity. I could tell now that they had locked my dangling ankles into a spreader bar, then cuffed my wrists beneath the chair. I was spread eagle, naked and helpless. They could see every inch of me, could use my body any way they pleased. I thrashed against the lounge chair, as confused as I was turned on. How had they met?

    Three of Hearts is on sale now.


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