Ginger Creampie

A loving, curious couple realize multiple fantasies with their hot, redheaded young realtor at Christmas.

His sexy wife has long talked and teased him about sharing her man with another woman, especially her fantasy of watching her husband taking the girl hard, unable to control himself, pumping the willing and submissive other full of load after load of his seed.

Now, in their new house with its secluded hot tub open to a magical Christmas Eve snowfall, all three are able to explore their deepest desires. Nothing is off limits in this sex-drenched but romantic tale as the three explore each other in every way, fueled by trust, lust, the spirit of giving, and a healthy dose of marijuana.

Can a sexy young wife resist participating herself when she sees her husband use a firm hand to take control of the gorgeous realtor in reality, instead of just her fantasies?

Could the slim, beautiful redhead — away from her husband for the night — give in to her own urges, find a man (or a man and a woman) who would touch her, take her in places and ways she has only dared dream? And does she (and her own husband) have deeper secrets of her own, that these two can help fulfill?

Welcome to the first volume in Kethandra Wilde’s new ’Sharing Her Man’ series.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

They watched their real estate agent exit her Lexis SUV; she was worth watching. She smiled, a bright white flash from within the shimmering frame of her hair, even redder than normal in the evening light.

Nicole held a bottle of champagne and a package of small plastic glasses. Ginger, the agent, unlocked the front door before beckoning Thom and Nicole into their new home.

“Nice dress.”

Nicole said what they had both been thinking. Ginger always looked good: slim, fit, shining red hair swinging over her shoulders. High heels, defined calves and tan legs below skirts and dresses bordering on the formal seemed her norm. This one was more casual, a fitted knit dress striped in narrow horizontals. The stripes brought out Ginger's modest curves, showing her trim figure to good advantage. The knit fabric clung.

It seemed obvious that she wore no underwear, but Thom took a second look to be sure as he held the door. Nicole had a smirk on her face when he looked up. Ginger hadn't noticed him checking her out, but his wife had. Teasing him, Nicole bit into her lip, pantomiming playing with her own body as Ginger walked into the kitchen in front of the new owners. The knit dress accented her shapely backside.

The redheaded realtor did a little spin to face them. “Why thank you. I just got it today. You're the first to see it.”

Nicole stepped to the side, closer, to inspect it. She brought Ginger's attention with her. It allowed Thom's eyes free rein to appreciate the view. His wife looked as sexy as always, in a simple combination of jeans and a t-shirt, her athletic, almost hard-body figure clear. Ginger was more girly, in form and dress.

“Whadda you think, hon?”

Caught staring again, they were both looking at him. “Ah. I see two delicious, gorgeous women in my new kitchen and something is not right.”

Ginger looked concerned. She had shown them close to a hundred homes in the past few months. “Not right?”

“Yes. Like I said.” Thom stepped to the counter nearest his wife. “Two exquisite wom…”

“You said gorgeous.” Count on Nicole to interrupt him right then.

“And delicious.” Ginger looked like a cat that just won Mouse Trap, playing along with Nicole.

“Two gorgeous, exquisitely tasty…” He paused with a raised brow.

“Close enough, that'll do.” Ginger conceded. Nicole had turned to face him.

“…ladies, and a bottle of bubbly, and it's not even open. That is not right.” He grabbed the bottle by the neck, tearing the foil outer seal.

“Thanks, Thom.” Nicole leaned close.

“No problem.” He shrugged. “I want some too.”

“Not for the champagne, silly. For saying I'm gorgeous.” She hugged him close, then spun away. “Just a sec. I forgot something in the car.”

Ginger put a hand on his forearm. “Yes, thank you, Thom.”

“What? For calling you gorgeous? You definitely are that, Ginger.”

She moved closer. Her eyes, green-blue and bright, shone up at him. “No. I was thinking about tasty and delicious.”

Her hand moved, rested on his chest. She stretched up, her lips hovering close to his. The words were so low he barely heard them. So plain he barely needed to. “How can you be sure? Until you try a taste?”