Part two of the planned Hotwife Voyeur Resort trilogy: The Sybian Explosion, has been released! In part two, Mary accepts that she is a hotwife, not just at the resort but at home, too. Her acceptance doesn’t come easily. She’s concerned about her husband, Bill. She feels guilt over what she’s done. But mostly, she feels horny. Just the way we like her. Bill wants her to continue her hotwife ways, and he makes it clear – he likes to watch.
In one of the most enjoyable scenes in the book, Mary and Bill watch on a web link as her old friend James, he with the monster appendage, seduces a young woman on the verge of marriage. Naturally Scarlet returns to the story, but I won’t reveal the rest. You’ll have to buy the book.
The official short blurb reads:
“The Hotwife Resort was the most exciting place in the world! ‘No holds barred’ took on a whole new meaning when Mary enjoyed explosive sex with hot black studs while her husband eagerly watched. Now she can’t forget those intensely erotic memories. In desperation, she finds satisfaction on an Sybian machine, and encourages her girlfriends to take a ride on the wild side while her husband watches!”
Of course, Mary does much more than just ride and masturbate. She invites her friends to ride the Sybian also. A good time is had by all.
It’s difficult to write a PG excerpt for a book featuring a Sybian masturbation machine. My excerpt was “edited,” even more than the one I submitted. Below is my original excerpt.
“A week later Alice and I were sitting in my living room, sipping wine, and chatting. She was clearly nervous as I poured her another glass.
My crafty husband had placed small “spy-shop” cameras around the house, so he could watch from the garage. We’d placed the Sybian so Alice would be facing our closet. The sliding closet door had been left open about two inches and one of the tiny cameras was in the opening, at ground level. I hoped Bill enjoyed himself.
“You’re nervous. Is it because I’ll be here with you?”
“No, I want you here. You’re my security blanket,” she said, patting my arm. “I’m ready to try it.”
Alice picked up a bag she’d bought with her and followed me up the stairs. “Where’s Bill?” she asked.
“He’s somewhere. We won’t be bothered,” I told her, careful not to tell an actual lie.
Alice did the same thing I had done—walked around the machine, touching it, and putting on the attachments. She’d purchased the medium, regular dildo.
Moments later, Alice came out of the bathroom, her left hand trying to cover her mammoth breasts, her right hand held her genitals.
“I know, I know. We’re both woman, but still…” she said, dropping her hands and kneeling by the machine. “What do I do?”
After spreading lube on the dildo and herself, Alice spread her legs and straddled the machine.
“Do I have to be facing the mirror?” she asked.
“There’s only so much room and so many outlets.” We had a small bedroom with only room for the bed, one nightstand, and a dresser. The space facing the closet was about all there was.
“Okay,” she said as she lowered herself.
I turned the rotation on first, just like Bill had done my first time. I watched as Alice’s abdomen shook.
“Oh, wow, that feels pretty good,” she said before I increased the speed.
When she seemed to have adjusted to the feel of the rotation inside her, and she was flattened against the pebbled surface of the rubber mat, I turned on the vibrator.
“Ah… that is good.” She was already gasping when I increased the power of the vibrations. Over the next ten minutes, I slowly increased their strength and the speed of the rotation until Alice was moaning and pounding the end of the machine.
“That’s it, Mary,” she screamed. “Oh, it’s so good.”
Her head was down as her entire body shook in release. I could feel myself throbbing, sharing the experience with her.
Her breasts were wobbling when she grabbed herself and continued to climax. She was pinching herself so hard, her finger tips were white from the pressure.
Pleasure raced through her system, just as they had mine until I finally, slowly, lowered the potency of the vibrations, and Alice, breathing hard, climbed off the machine.
She stared at the now still machine for a minute before leaning forward and taking the plastic in her mouth. My breath caught in my throat as Alice sucked her own juices from the attachment, then licked the rubber mat clean.
“I miss the taste.” Her face was already bright red from the climaxes, so it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed.
I certainly wasn’t. “Please, taste mine,” I said, pulling up my skirt to expose myself.
Alice crawled around the Sybian—still open and throbbing, exposing herself to my husband’s camera—and between my legs. Neither of us needed or wanted foreplay. I just wanted to feel her tongue on me, and she just wanted to eat me.”