Trust Part Three

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Trusting one’s most intimate partner is difficult because trust can erode love…

Chloe invites Ginny over to her place for a for a girls’ night of sex. Ginny isn’t comfortable with exploring her Sapphic side alone, so she brings along her husband Sam who wants to try out his sadistic streak with both women. Trent’s absence makes Chloe a much more willing partner and she wants to show off her kinky desires as much for Sam as she does for Ginny. Part three of four.

This is a 14,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic sex, cheating spouses, exhibitionism, voyeurism, group sex, lesbian sex, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“Would you please remove her panties, Chloe?” Sam asked as he stepped into position next to and slightly behind his wife. It was an unusual request. Ginny certainly could have done it herself, but Sam wanted to see the other woman’s reaction, how eager she was to see Ginny’s body abused. Chloe had no compunction about taking off another woman’s clothes, especially her panties, and did so willingly for Ginny. The panties easily slipped down Ginny’s round thighs and the blonde woman elegantly stepped out of them as Chloe knelt on the floor. She backed up a few paces holding Ginny’s panties in her hand, as Sam took a few practice strokes, lifting the cane up high.

“Ready?” he asked his wife.

“Of course.”

The cane whipped through the air with a faint whistle. There was a small crack of impact when the cane met flesh. Chloe was expecting a cry of pain to accompany the blow, but Ginny was silent. She looked at her friend’s face and saw her lower lip tremble ever so slightly.

“Good,” Sam complimented her. “Again.”

This time the whistle was higher and louder. The crack of impact was followed by an ever so slight, “Ahh!” of pain.

“You know I don’t like to hear you like that,” Sam said.

“Sorry, dear.”

“Once more then,” he said. The cane sliced the air again and this time the impact was followed by silence. “Very good. Please look at this, Chloe.”