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Another Night of Swinging
Another Night of Swinging
Another Night of Swinging
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Another Night of Swinging

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Six months has flown by since Jack and Sabrina spent an erotic evening at a swingers club. Jack is headed back to town, eager for another sexual adventure. He proposes an idea to Sabrina - spend the night at a cabin buried in the woods that is dedicated to sexual exploration. She can't resist and a night of bondage, oral sex, threesomes, foursomes, spanking, gagging, and picture taking ensues. Warning: 18+ only due to graphic sexual details that will leave you panting for more.
(While Another Night of Swinging is the sequel to One Night of Swinging, this book is equally enjoyable as a standalone read.)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherZoe Waters
Release dateJul 26, 2014
ISBN9781310506635
Another Night of Swinging
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Zoe Waters

Zoe Waters is a freelance writer by day and an erotic novel writer by night. She has been writing and publishing mainstream fiction for over a decade but prefers the titillation of erotic fiction. When not writing, Zoe is scuba diving, hiking with her dog, or trying out the stuff she writes about, if only in her mind. Zoe can be reached at zoewaters13 at hotmail.com. Follow her on Twitter @ZoeWaters13

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    Another Night of Swinging - Zoe Waters

    Another Night of Swinging

    By Zoe Waters

    Copyright 2014 Zoe Waters

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    Cover art by Gabriel S. Delgado

    Another Night of Swinging

    Six months has flown by since Jack and I shared a night of swinging at Chicane. And what a night it was! A day doesn’t pass that I didn’t relive the extra-naughty moments. I would never have believed I had it in me, the ability to be sexually free and experimental. While I didn’t want to make a habit of it, I was thrilled I had gone with my gut instinct and agreed to the adventure with Jack.

    I barely remember getting back to the hotel at the end of the night. I didn’t wake until almost one the next afternoon, the sound of extra-loud hotel guests piercing into my consciousness. Jack had left me a note thanking me profusely for what he claimed had been the best night of his life.

    Jack and I have been in touch sporadically since then, a quick email to say hello or a text to say we’re thinking of one another. But nothing heavy, as is the case when real life intrudes on your daily schedule.

    #####

    It was a blustery winter day when my phone rattled off the Rocky theme song, the signal that I had a text.

    What are you doing next Friday night? I smiled when I saw the text was from Jack.

    I pulled up my calendar. I had my monthly dinner date with my overachieving brother that evening but I could always reschedule it. Nothing I can’t move. Why?

    A friend of mine mentioned a cabin about 45 minutes from where you live that is a sex fun house. Want to go with me?

    Jack’s text took me by surprise as I thought our get-together, as awesome as it had been, was a one-time thing. Before I could reply, Jack texted me again. I don’t have to have a partner to go but would love it if you would join me.

    That changed everything for me. I could leave at any time if it wasn’t my thing. But who knows – I might have as much fun as I did during our evening at the swinging club.

    Without hesitating to think about it any longer, I texted Jack back. Sure, I’d love to. Send me the address and time and I’ll meet you there.

    I can send a car for you.

    I’d rather drive myself in case I want to leave early.

    Want me to pick you up?

    I’m good but thanks.

    Okay. I’ll get the address to you tomorrow.

    True to his word, Jack texted me the address the following day along with directions and GPS coordinates. How does 9 pm sound?

    That was close to my bedtime but I would make it happen for Jack. Sure. I’ll meet you there then. What is the dress code?

    No idea. I’ll wear jeans, shirt, and dinner jacket.

    Sounds good. See you Friday.

    As the week crawled by, I changed my mind a dozen times on what to wear. Out of desperation, I went shopping after work Thursday and found a knee-length dress that I loved. It hugged my curves and had enough of a dip in the front to hint at my cleavage. And the sales lady pointed out that the gorgeous shade of green brought out the color in my eyes. I bought a new super-boosting push up bra and matching panties to go with the dress. I had a pair of black knee-high boots that would round out the ensemble.

    I tried to nap after work Friday - I knew it would be a late night - but I was too excited to sleep. The thought that I had no idea what I was getting into was both frightening and exciting.

    At 6:30, I gave up on the hope of managing a catnap and took a long, leisurely bath instead. Once I was sufficiently prune-like, I climbed out of the tub and slathered my favorite body lotion over every inch of myself. I took extra care doing my hair and makeup. When I glanced at myself in the mirror hanging by the front door, I had to admit I looked hot. The eye shadow and mascara made my eyes pop and the mineral powder I used on my face gave it a glow. Or maybe that was an excitement-induced flush. Either way, I looked good enough to appeal to any number of people. After adjusting my dress one last time, I zipped up my boots and slid into my fancy winter trench coat. Giving my hair one more unnecessary fluff – it was already big enough to

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