Group Sex Stories

WENDY WILDE wrote deliciously wicked novels of the sexual kind. Novels so hot, so prurient, they made her legions of fans. And haters. No subject matter was beyond her writer's fertile but kinky imagination. Her books made her rich and infamous and loved and hated. And now, dead and gone. Tag Bonewell, house dick at the Wellington Hotel, had never heard of her. Until the Wilde woman was found in suite 912 with three very neat, and accurately grouped, holes in her chest . . .

The more difficult sex becomes between young professor, John Watson, and his pregnant wife, the hornier he becomes. His voyeuristic obsession extends to his sexy neighbors, but when their computer savvy Austrian nanny catches him masturbating, his entire life changes. In his wildest dreams, he never would have expected what happens across the duplex driveway.