Taige Crenshaw Birthday Bash with Bridget Midway!

 

Bridget Midway

 



 

Blurb:

 

The Good Neighbor Policy just got a whole lot better!

When interracial couple Grant Valente, an accountant, and his girlfriend Zora Hall, a dog
groomer, move to a quiet suburban cul-de-sac, little did they know that the neighbors there
exchange more than gardening tools and recipes. They swap partners. And now that Grant
and Zora have moved to Fascination Street, the residents there expect them to participate.
Between the two BDSM couples and a third couple where anything goes, dull moments would
be few and far in between.

Excited to explore this new venture, Grant and Zora agree to be a part of this sexually daring
arrangement. But what seems like Utopia quickly turns into an excercise that tests their trust,
honesty and love. Can Grant and Zora make this unusual lifestyle work? Or is too much of a
good thing not a good thing?

Elements: Interracial (BW/WM & WW/BM), group sex, BDSM, toys

 

Excerpt:

Grant picked up a small cocktail napkin and grabbed a couple of baby carrots. If dinner would be ready soon, he didn't want to ruin his appetite. The aroma of seasoned, barbequed meat wafted in the air until he nearly drooled.

Evan made his way around the room again, starting with his wife before serving everyone else. Zora wanted so much to pull Grant aside and ask him if he thought the neighbors were strange or if it was just her. From the way his leg hopped up and down, she figured he was just as anxious to figure out the mystery or leave, one of the two.

"Shall we get started?" Winta asked.

No time like the present, Zora thought.

As Winta promised, her cooking melted in Zora's mouth. The steaks were all cooked to perfection—thick, juicy, flavorful. Even the cool summer night air proved to be a perfect balance to an otherwise odd evening.

As they sat at the large round table on the patio, Zora wondered if she could ever get their modest house to look anywhere close to Winta and Art's. She kept that thought in her head instead of staring at Evan and Lynia sitting on the floor next to their respective spouses. What kind of relationship did these people have to treat their partners like that?

Neither Lynia nor Evan ate during dinner. They both sat in silence by Brax and Garland as though waiting for the next request.

"So what is it that you do, Grant?" Brax asked. He sipped his wine, then stroked Lynia's hair like a pet 

Grant gritted his teeth before he answered. "I work in an accounting firm. Nothing exciting but it pays the bills."

"Here, here on paying bills." Art lifted his glass before downing his drink.

"Isn't your wife hungry?" Grant asked.

The table fell in an uncomfortable silence. Winta took a sip of her wine and volleyed her attention between Grant and Brax.

"She'll eat when I think she's ready." Brax continued stroking her hair when he responded 

What an ass. Sure Grant didn't want a bitch-on-wheels as a wife. God knows he wouldn't treat his wife the way Brax treated his. Lynia wasn't a partner to Brax. He treated her like a possession. He kept thinking that perhaps the woman liked, or maybe even loved, the treatment. He would go on that assumption until he saw a sign that she needed assistance.

"What about you all?" Grant asked.

"I own a small e-book publishing house." Brax fisted Lynia's hair and gave her a rough kiss.

Grant's stomach flexed at the sight at the same time his cock twitched. He couldn't be both repulsed and turned on by Brax's caveman antics, could he?

"I'm an art dealer and I own a small gallery down on the beachfront in Virginia Beach," Garland said.

"And I am the evil plastic surgeon," Art said with a chuckle. "I think we're seen as being more grotesque than lawyers now, right?"

"Why would you think that?" Zora finished off her drink and set her glass on the table.

Mistake.

As soon as Art noticed she emptied her glass he ordered Winta to refresh her beverage. Zora lost count after four drinks.

"With shows like Extreme Makeover, TV has trivialized the true intention of plastic surgery. It isn't the cure-all when you have emotional baggage to unload."

"Then what is it for?" Grant pressed.

Art grinned. "It's to bring a person back to their original self after a traumatic event. A car crash that disfigures a person's face, I can restore. A fight that leaves unwanted scars as a reminder, I can remove." He pointedly stared at Zora. "A double mastectomy, I can make a woman feel like a woman again."

From his tone, Zora felt Art wasn't merely talking about inserting implants into the hollow shells where full breasts once were. His overt sexual tone demanded attention, her attention. She averted her gaze and instead looked at her drink.

The glass became fuzzy in her view but she kept her stare on it until she could focus.

"I'm curious, Grant," Garland began. "You asked about Lynia's hunger but you didn't mention Evan's. Why is that?" 

Winta rolled her eyes. "Not tonight, Garland. This was supposed to be a nice quiet evening with friends."

"He's a man," Grant began, ignoring Winta's plea for peace. "He should step up and take what he wants when he needs it."

That response not only raised Garland's eyebrows but Zora's as well. During the exchange, Evan remained silent although Zora caught his jaw flexing.

"So he's less of a man if he listens to me and does what I tell him to do?" Garland crossed her long legs so that it created a barrier between Evan and the rest of the guests.

"No. That doesn't mean he's not a man. If he denies what he needs, then, yeah, that makes him less of a man."

"Okay, folks," Art said as he held up his drink. "I can fix a lot of things but I won't be able to repair all of you if you get into a fight here in my home." He glanced at his wife. "And I could never do work on my beautiful bride."

Zora laughed to help erase the tension.

When Grant's gaze fell on Winta, she shook her head.

"No work done on me," she supplied as though she'd read hisnthoughts. "People think Art did my breasts but I promise you they are all natural. If you don't believe me, look at my mother. 

Grant blinked at her candor as his attentive cock steadily rose with each titillating word.

"I know." Art reached over and pulled down the straps of Winta's dress like he'd done that morning with her negligee. "Look at them. They're perfect."

He palmed her bare tit. Grant, as hard as he tried, couldn't stop staring at the display. On what planet was it cool to fondle your wife in front of strangers at a dinner party? Why did he want to join him?

"They are quite extraordinary." Brax cupped the other bare breast and massaged it.

Winta leaned her head back and released a moan that made Grant's dick crush against the zipper of his slacks.

"Maybe we should go," he said.

He put his napkin on the table and reached for Zora's hand but not finding it. When he turned to see what she was doing, he saw that she was taking in another sight.

Evan had Garland's pants down and his face buried between her muscled thighs. She kept her hand to the back of his head, pushing him harder into her pussy. Grant heard the swishing sound of his tongue swirling around her wet vagina

"Zora," he said, trying to get her attention 

"Zora, that name," Art began as his hand traveled down Winta's body. "It's unusual."

So was this dinner.

"Is there a special meaning behind it?"

Zora's mouth hung open as she took in everything around her. Evan giving Garland oral sex. Brax caressing Winta's breast. And now Art finger-fucking his wife at the table. 

"Zora?" Art asked again.

Brax let Winta's breast go but he wasn't finished with his hedonistic behavior. Pushing his chair back from the table, he turned to face his kneeling wife.

"You may now eat," he said.

She smiled and crawled to him. With delicacy, she undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. She held his hard shaft in her hand and wasted no time in sliding him into her mouth.

Zora put her napkin on the table and pushed herself back. "It looks like you all are busy." It was a strange way to excuse herself but she didn't know what else to say about the situation. "I think we had better go."

Grant stood up and grabbed her hand. Too bad he couldn't break his gaze from Art sliding his finger in and out of his wife. Her body writhed with ecstasy. She put one hand to the arm of her chair and the other grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait!" Art said to Grant and Zora but kept his gaze on his wife. "Just one more minute."

Grant tugged on Zora's hand until the sound of Winta's orgasmic wail halted him in his tracks. Her body convulsed in the aftershocks and her breathing came out labored. Her climax must have caused a chain reaction.

Garland released a low growl that sounded more like a lioness's roar. She grabbed a handful of Evan's shirt as her body tightened into a ball. Zora held her breath with her until Garland relaxed.

Lynia's head bobbed up and down as she continued sucking her husband's long cock in front of everyone. Her tongue slithered around it like an exotic dancer working a pole. Brax fisted her hair and brought her head up and down his slick shaft like he was a mad puppeteer. His body tensed and he growled.

Lynia held him in her mouth and sucked harder, audible in the intimate patio. She gazed up at her husband and smiled.

"Good wife," he said as he exhaled.

"We're leaving." Grant pulled Zora through the house.

Before they reached the front door, Art stopped them. He grabbed Zora's hand, which halted her. Since she held Grant's hand he froze as well.

"Let go of her." Grant balled his other hand into a fist.

"Before you go, hear me out." Art continued holding Zora's hand.

The gentle warmth he had before in his hand disappeared. Replacing it was a searing heat that felt like it was burning her skin.

"I have something to tell you both," Art said. "This place, this small neighborhood, isn't what it seems."

"No shit," Grant said. "We didn't come over to see a sex show."

Art's gaze went down, then he smiled before he brought it back up. "But I can see that you did at least enjoy the display."

Grant pulled Zora in front of him to block the view of his now waning erection. "That's not our thing, buddy."

"Speak for yourself." Art gazed at Zora. "I didn't hear it from her. What do you think? Did you get turned on back there?"

Zora opened her mouth to say something, anything. She should have said she was offended. She should have slapped the smug expression off his boyish face, making all of that cinnamon-colored hair dance around on his head. Instead she said, "I don't know."

Art grinned. "I have something to tell you two that may surprise you." He leaned in to them. "We all swing here on Fascination Street.”

 

Buy link:

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Bio:

 

Best-selling author of interracial BDSM erotic romance, Bridget Midway has been published since 2005 with more than over seven different small press and electronic publishers including Phaze Books, Parker Publishing, Loose Id, Liquid Silver Books, and Whispers Publishing. The multi-award winning and award-nominated author has found her niche with readers with her scintillating interracial BDSM erotic romance including the EPPIE Award finalist, Love My Way, and 2010 Romance Slam Jam Steamy Novel of the Year finalist, Corporate Needs. With more than 23 published short stories, novellas, and novels under her belt, she shows no signs of stopping. For more information on Bridget Midway, go to her website at http://www.BridgetMidway.com/

 

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