Thank
you so
much for
hosting
today,
Lisabet.
I'd like
to wish
you and
your
readers a
Happy
Holiday
filled with
all the
Blessings
of the
Season.
Today,
I've brought along, twins Siri and Iris, who decide to give their
husbands the ultimate gift — a festive spouse swap.
Here's
the blurb:
Meet
the
twins
who
take
share
and
share
alike
to
a
whole
new
level…
Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters Iris and Siri Beaulieu vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.
Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present by switching identities.
And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap the husbands will never forget.
Although it’s been done, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas to you!
If
you decide to give this story a read and you enjoy the twins and
their hunky husbands—and I hope you do—you might be interested to
know, I'm working on a sequel.
When I started writing this story, I intended for it to be, a simple smutty switcheroo with a Christmassy setting. Some fun escapism for holiday-weary readers. But as often happens, I found there was more to this story than I'd originally planned and there's nothing simple about swapping spouses. Especially when there is already a sister connection to begin with. You'll have to tune into the sequel to find out how that plays out and the aftermath that follows the twins and their hubbies.
I also learned there is a fine line—at least in this genre—as to writing sex scenes when there are siblings involved and there should be zero arousal or attraction between the two. It's a no-no. That's a whole other kettle. When I was working on this story, it never occurred to me how it might be construed, until my lovely editor pointed it out. Always learning.
Here is the cut, unedited scene, from the original version of Xmas Spouse Swap... which was just too taboo to keep in the story. Even after it was pointed out to me, I still thought the way I wrote the scene, it might still be passable. You be the judge.
When I started writing this story, I intended for it to be, a simple smutty switcheroo with a Christmassy setting. Some fun escapism for holiday-weary readers. But as often happens, I found there was more to this story than I'd originally planned and there's nothing simple about swapping spouses. Especially when there is already a sister connection to begin with. You'll have to tune into the sequel to find out how that plays out and the aftermath that follows the twins and their hubbies.
I also learned there is a fine line—at least in this genre—as to writing sex scenes when there are siblings involved and there should be zero arousal or attraction between the two. It's a no-no. That's a whole other kettle. When I was working on this story, it never occurred to me how it might be construed, until my lovely editor pointed it out. Always learning.
Here is the cut, unedited scene, from the original version of Xmas Spouse Swap... which was just too taboo to keep in the story. Even after it was pointed out to me, I still thought the way I wrote the scene, it might still be passable. You be the judge.
“Hey
where are you two lovely ladies going?” Kyle called after
them.
“We’re going to put our jammies on,” Iris replied, over her shoulder.
“I like the sound of that.” Kyle grinned.
“I’ll just bet you do,” Iris shot back.
“What’s not to like. Gorgeous twins, in lingerie. I mean, come on.”
“Who said anything about lingerie?”
“Well, a guy can dream, can’t he? Christmas miracles and all that. You’re the one who says anything can happen at Christmas.”
This time, Iris rolled her eyes.
“Crank up the tunes, Ky,” Siri said. “We won’t be long.”
“You see, why can’t Brett be more like Kyle?” Siri said, as soon as she closed the bedroom door.
“Aren’t you being a bit hard on him? You know sometimes, I’d like Kyle to be serious about something. Anything, actually.”
“Maybe if we combined them, we’d have a perfect man.” Siri rifled through her suitcase and quickly changed into a deep burgundy colored chemise that barely covered her ass or her breasts.
“Wow, am I gonna look plain next to you,” Iris said.
“Why, what did you bring?” Siri peered over.
“Shorts and tank top with candy canes and gingerbread men on them.”
Siri rolled her eyes and tossed a green nightie, in the same style, to her.
“I don’t know, Sear, I’m not sure I feel comfortable parading around in front of your husband…”
“Just say thank you and put it on, Eye.” Siri said through clenched teeth.
As Iris changed, she said, “Hmm, seems to me, Brett’s not the only one wound a little tight.”
“You’ve no idea,” Siri responded. “Are you ready?”
“Hand me your brush.” Iris combed her hair while Siri merely scrunched her long blonde tresses with her fingers.
“Here, don’t forget your hat.” Siri handed Iris the red one.
“Mine’s the green one, remember?” Iris corrected, with her hand out.
“Wait.” All of a sudden, Siri stilled.
“I’m having trouble keeping up with your mood swings here, Sear.”
“What if we…” Siri raked her lip with her teeth.
“Oh no. I know that look. What are you plotting and how is it going to get me in trouble.”
“No-no. It’ll be fun. I promise!”
“I’ve heard that before. Right before I got either grounded, earned detention, or got sent to the principal’s office. Oh and once landed us in the back of a cop car.”
“Oh stop. I meant well.” Siri grinned and Iris was relieved to see a genuine smile on her sister’s face. She’d been starting to get worried. Whatever she had planned, she’d probably go along with, just to keep her smiling.
“So?” Iris prompted.
Siri planted the green hat on her head. “Let’s switch.”
Iris’ excitement, dimmed. “I… I don’t know, Sear.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”
In her opinion, it was asking for trouble with a capital T.
“There’s no way, they’d fall for it, Siri, they know us too well.”
Her sister’s shoulders sagged and for a moment Iris was about to acquiesce.
“You’re probably right. Here take your silly green hat.” She headed for the door with the red one.
“Siri.”
Siri turned and held out her hand. The excitement in her eyes was gone. “Let’s dance and rub all up on our husbands. That was your suggestion, remember.” She opened the door and dragged Iris with her.
“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut, shorty nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.
“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively, doing a full body roll.
“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed and cranked the music.
Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance.
“How about we give them a twin show, they won’t ever forget.” Siri pressed up against Iris’ back and she tempted them, with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We'll get them so hot and horny they won't know what to do with themselves."
“We’re going to put our jammies on,” Iris replied, over her shoulder.
“I like the sound of that.” Kyle grinned.
“I’ll just bet you do,” Iris shot back.
“What’s not to like. Gorgeous twins, in lingerie. I mean, come on.”
“Who said anything about lingerie?”
“Well, a guy can dream, can’t he? Christmas miracles and all that. You’re the one who says anything can happen at Christmas.”
This time, Iris rolled her eyes.
“Crank up the tunes, Ky,” Siri said. “We won’t be long.”
“You see, why can’t Brett be more like Kyle?” Siri said, as soon as she closed the bedroom door.
“Aren’t you being a bit hard on him? You know sometimes, I’d like Kyle to be serious about something. Anything, actually.”
“Maybe if we combined them, we’d have a perfect man.” Siri rifled through her suitcase and quickly changed into a deep burgundy colored chemise that barely covered her ass or her breasts.
“Wow, am I gonna look plain next to you,” Iris said.
“Why, what did you bring?” Siri peered over.
“Shorts and tank top with candy canes and gingerbread men on them.”
Siri rolled her eyes and tossed a green nightie, in the same style, to her.
“I don’t know, Sear, I’m not sure I feel comfortable parading around in front of your husband…”
“Just say thank you and put it on, Eye.” Siri said through clenched teeth.
As Iris changed, she said, “Hmm, seems to me, Brett’s not the only one wound a little tight.”
“You’ve no idea,” Siri responded. “Are you ready?”
“Hand me your brush.” Iris combed her hair while Siri merely scrunched her long blonde tresses with her fingers.
“Here, don’t forget your hat.” Siri handed Iris the red one.
“Mine’s the green one, remember?” Iris corrected, with her hand out.
“Wait.” All of a sudden, Siri stilled.
“I’m having trouble keeping up with your mood swings here, Sear.”
“What if we…” Siri raked her lip with her teeth.
“Oh no. I know that look. What are you plotting and how is it going to get me in trouble.”
“No-no. It’ll be fun. I promise!”
“I’ve heard that before. Right before I got either grounded, earned detention, or got sent to the principal’s office. Oh and once landed us in the back of a cop car.”
“Oh stop. I meant well.” Siri grinned and Iris was relieved to see a genuine smile on her sister’s face. She’d been starting to get worried. Whatever she had planned, she’d probably go along with, just to keep her smiling.
“So?” Iris prompted.
Siri planted the green hat on her head. “Let’s switch.”
Iris’ excitement, dimmed. “I… I don’t know, Sear.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”
In her opinion, it was asking for trouble with a capital T.
“There’s no way, they’d fall for it, Siri, they know us too well.”
Her sister’s shoulders sagged and for a moment Iris was about to acquiesce.
“You’re probably right. Here take your silly green hat.” She headed for the door with the red one.
“Siri.”
Siri turned and held out her hand. The excitement in her eyes was gone. “Let’s dance and rub all up on our husbands. That was your suggestion, remember.” She opened the door and dragged Iris with her.
“Check it out!” Kyle cheered when he got an eye full of the two of them in their similar low-cut, shorty nighties, topped off with the Santa hats.
“How about a little holiday hoe-down, fellas?” Siri invited, seductively, doing a full body roll.
“Merry freakin’ Christmas!” Kyle bellowed and cranked the music.
Siri seemed to perk up at his exuberance.
“How about we give them a twin show, they won’t ever forget.” Siri pressed up against Iris’ back and she tempted them, with the most sensually fluid arm gestures, using her wrists and her fingers to beckon them closer. “We'll get them so hot and horny they won't know what to do with themselves."
Kyle all but floated over to them. “What have we here?” He placed one hand on Iris’ hip and his other on Siri’s and he began to move with them rhythmically.
Both women sidled up to Kyle. Greedily, he wrapped his arms around each of them.
“Fuck you Brett, my Christmas wish came true!” he called. “I got both Beaulieu sisters.”
For a few minutes, Brett sat in a chair across the room, with his snifter of Brandy and simply watched the girls dance provocatively with Kyle.
Iris couldn’t keep her gaze from straying to Brett. Yes, he was keeping close tabs on his wife and Kyle but Iris could also feel the heat and intensity of his gaze on her as well. It made her want to move more sensually, just for him.
“Your husband likes to watch,” Kyle said to Siri.
“Indeed he does,” Siri replied in a sultry voice.
For some reason the thought fascinated Iris.
Iris pried her attention away from Brett to look at Kyle. His eyes were heavy with arousal. He was definitely getting off on dancing with the two of them. Siri was feeding off him too.
Wickedly, Iris wanted Brett to take pleasure in them too.
“Come, Brett, join us.” Iris tried to imitate the same dramatic gestures with her arms as Siri had when calling Kyle over.
She was pleased when Brett set his glass down and made his way over.
To her delight, he didn’t immediately go to his wife, instead he placed his hands at Iris’ waist and moved with her.
Gradually, the guys moved in, practically sandwiching the twins between them. Iris and Siri ended up, back to back.
Yet soon, Kyle, who was still holding Siri, reached for Iris. Skimming with his hand, he followed the curve of her neck and shoulder and part way down her arm. He then detoured around front where he cupped her breast and fondled it. She was both mortified and turned on at the same time. Especially when Brett lowered his gaze and watched Kyle’s hand at work. Brett ever so slowly trailed his hand up her side and rested his palm at the side of her other breast. He caressed her side boob with his thumb. The soft gesture sent the most delicious tendrils of sensation straight to her pussy.
Iris had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her nipples hardened to aching points as Brett and Kyle double-teamed her. Yet she wanted more, much more. What would it be like to be touched by both men at the same time? She tried to resist the urge to fidget hoping to direct Brett’s hand where she craved it most.
Not to be outdone, Siri turned her back to Kyle, yet kept him close. Iris wondered if her sister could feel her husband’s erection nudging her ass. For there was no doubt that all four of them were equally aroused at their spontaneous play.
“Move your hip just a smidge, Eye,” Siri whispered.
The flutter of her warm breath on Iris’ neck, made her shudder, in the best possible way.
Shamelessly, Siri reached around Iris and palmed her husband’s cock through his trousers.
“Ohhh, aren’t you nice and hard!” Siri crooned.
Iris fisted her hands. Her fingers itched to touch him too, and find out for herself just how hard he truly was.
Iris peered up at Brett, wondering at his reaction.
But to her surprise, he wasn’t even looking at Siri, his focus was squarely on her.
Siri chuckled. Iris was sure the low devious sound went through them all. It certainly did her.
“Seems Kyle isn’t the only man who has a twin fetish.” Siri all but purred. She was enjoying this and not only in the physical sense. She was pushing Iris right out of her comfort zone and if she wasn’t mistaken, she was doing the same to Brett.
Just when she thought there was nothing left Siri could do to shock her, her sister proved her wrong. Siri lowered her head and kissed a slow path up Iris’ neck.
Iris was more than aware that she’d done it purely to excite the men, but in her highly aroused state, it did crazy things to her, too.
“Oh, god,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain eye contact with Brett. That connection in and of itself was stimulating her on a whole other level. Yet what she really wanted to do, was let her head fall back on Siri’s shoulder and let them all go at it.
A nerve in Brett’s jaw ticked rapidly.
All of a sudden there seemed to be a cacophony of heavy breathing assaulting her from all sides, along with an orgy of hands.
Oh god, yes!
Too much? Yah or nay? Let me know your thoughts. If you want to find out how the scene was finally adapted for approval, buy links are provided below.
Thank you again, for inviting me back to Beyond Romance, Lisabet!
Wishing you all a Happy Christmas and a bright and prosperous 2018!
Cheers,
H K
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2 comments:
Hi, HK!
Well, I would have let this scene stand.
But I'm not known for being squeamish about sexual situations, of any sort...
Congratulations on the release, and happy holidays!
Hi Lisabet:
Thank you so much for having me back to Beyond Romance. I'm delighted to share a bit about the new release.
I'm with you. I didn't think the scene was out of bounds.
Wishing you and your readers a Happy Christmas and Blessings for the New Year ahead.
Cheers,
H K
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