My Boyfriend’s Boyfriends

My Boyfriend’s Boyfriends
Lisette Ashton

Penny Birch

Janine Ashbless

Elizabeth Coldwell

Primula Bond

Giselle Renarde

Chrissie Bentley

Kathleen Tudor

Dominic Santi

Heather Towne

Ten hot greedy girl stories about women who love to be the centre of attention.‘My Boyfriend’s Boyfriends’ features original group sex erotica from Primula Bond, Janine Ashbless, Lisette Ashton, Penny Birch and many more. Another hot short story collection from Mischief Books.When Sara entertains her husband’s friends, she makes every jaw drop, but that’s not all that goes down in a crowded room.In a swingers club, Helen wants to enter a special space and accept all of the excessive pleasures on offer inside it.Penny takes part in a glory-hole competition and gets more than she bargained for.Smoking hot erotica stories where size and numbers matter.Other hot short story collections from Mischief include:Sex and the Stranger: A Collection of Casual FunThrill Seekers: Erotic Encounters

MY BOYFRIEND’S BOYFRIENDS

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Contents

Title Page (#ud600b547-7ab3-5e0c-b96f-2dbfa871eb9e)

Proving Them Wrong – Primula Bond (#uc158f16a-21c0-5c7b-a035-6d6737cadb39)

Pussy Hunt – Janine Ashbless (#uf0d8c833-d250-59f6-b6db-cc46f0bf3ed5)

Red Room – Lisette Ashton (#u71ab2a57-1c67-59c5-b119-34a1c63b7dec)

Everybody’s Favourite – Penny Birch (#litres_trial_promo)

For Better … or Better Yet – Chrissie Bentley (#litres_trial_promo)

A Taste for Cheating – Heather Towne (#litres_trial_promo)

Secrets and Seductions – Kathleen Tudor (#litres_trial_promo)

The Overnighter – Elizabeth Coldwell (#litres_trial_promo)

Anything She Wants – Giselle Renarde (#litres_trial_promo)

The Proposal – Dominic Santi (#litres_trial_promo)

More from Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)

About Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Proving Them Wrong (#ulink_2d8d8cd9-1522-5daf-92ad-78d56b6f7596)

Primula Bond (#ulink_2d8d8cd9-1522-5daf-92ad-78d56b6f7596)

Marrying a guy eight years younger than me was always going to stir up a debate, but I never could have foreseen how toxic people’s opinions would become, how paradoxical the noxious mix of fierce criticism and green-eyed jealousy. I was too troubled by the poison they were pouring in my ears to stand back and laugh at the sheer hypocrisy of it all.

‘He’ll be off once you forget to dye out the grey,’ mused my friend Rose as we sat in the salon with foil on our heads.

‘He’ll be having cybersex with impossibly skinny avatars to take his mind off that wobble you can’t hide when you’re naked,’ whispered my younger sister Suzie, dropping off my niece to babysit.

‘Mum says I’m to watch out he doesn’t try to grab me when I’m here, but he’s too old for me,’ confided my niece. ‘My boyfriend Ollie thinks he’s ace, though. He’s seen him play rugby and lead sax all in the same weekend!’

Yes indeedy, he really is that fantastic, my husband. Rugby for fun, jazz for a living, and able to put in dream kitchens to please his wife. Sex on a stick, obviously. A brilliant father. Scandinavian. Too good to be true, you’re all thinking.

But late last summer the comments got too much. We’d been married five years by then, our eldest was four and our twins were two years old. I was happy but I was tired and out of shape. They were all round for lunch and Rose was helping me thread tikka chicken chunks onto skewers.

She has blonde hair to match my husband’s. Except hers is all soft, blow-dried curls. His is tough, manly hair that springs upright with a life of its own from his handsome head.

‘Don’t you have to keep your eyes peeled the whole time, Sara?’

Sven was lighting the barbie and opening a beer bottle with his teeth. He wasn’t topless like the Pepsi ad, but he was in jeans and a pink T-shirt which showed the ripple of muscle down his ribs, and he was wiping sweat from his forehead, his hair sticking up in natural, naughty spikes.

‘Only for looking at him,’ I said, taking a swig of Pimm’s.

‘Oh, I could look at him all day. All the mummies cluster round at the school gate, you should see it. He’s like a magnet.’

‘Just like they are now, you mean?’ I threw some more mint into the Pimm’s jug. ‘What’s wrong with their own men, for God’s sake?’

‘They’d rather spend all day in the pub than take their wives for romantic dinners like your Sven does. They all want a piece of him.’

‘Who? The husbands or the wives?’

She laughed. ‘Both!’

‘They can go throw stones at another greenhouse.’ I tossed some salad leaves, enjoying the wet mess of olive oil and balsamic on my fingers.

‘Just saying. You sure he never gets restive?’ Her lips were hanging open as her husband Jon and my Sven, still holding their beer bottles, kicked a beach ball round the lawn for the kids.

‘As sure as I can be.’ I picked up the plate of kebabs, trying to ignore the cold uncertainty in my chest. ‘He’s loving, sexy and faithful.’