Coffee Shop Girl: An MFF Erotic Short

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Bestselling erotica author Molly Synthia brings a beautiful story of a man, his wife, and the girl they both love together. With transcendent language that’s somehow enhanced by the clear and explicit erotic descriptions, she presents the origin and the development of the ménage a trois in such a way that the reader, too, will fall in love with Caitlin, the princess-haired girl that so captivates Rosemary and Clarence Carella. It’s Molly at her best, and her best is both beautiful and stimulating.

Be advised that this ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexuality between a man, his wife, and a younger woman. It includes oral sex, lesbian sex, mff threesome sex, and seduction. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

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In fact, on a soft Tuesday morning, the day after our arrival in San Angelo, I sat in another coffee shop location waiting for the barista to call out “Rose” to announce that my drink was ready and contemplated potential excuses for a return to Flagstaff. We’d bypassed the Grand Canyon because of holiday events that were expected to fill the park to bursting and neither Clarence nor I trusted ourselves to keep hold of our eight year old in the midst of a crowd. Still, we’d both been relieved to avoid bringing five children anywhere near that ledge and such an excuse wouldn’t work. Clarence was in the RV typing his latest masterpiece, and the kids still slept, so I sat alone in the shop with warmth between my legs that still remained in memory of Clarence’s fingers within me and the lingering taste of his culmination on my tongue. I closed my eyes as I recalled the swelling before he finished and the expected shock as he spurted into my mouth while I was lost in my own orgasm imagining it was she whose cheeks bulged when he cried out at the end.

My eyes were closed when I heard her voice, and I silently mouthed her order, grande drip with a shot of hazelnut and half and half. My eyes flew open when I realized the voice wasn’t just a particularly vivid phantom from my memory, and just as I heard my name on the lips of the young man holding my drink, I saw her standing at the counter. Her hair was just as gold and set off more by the navy tee shirt she wore tucked into tight, bleached jeans that accentuated her legs and her ass even more than the shorts she’d worn in Flagstaff. I stared unabashedly until the barista called me again and I jumped up, nearly stumbling on my way to the counter. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and when she carried her coffee toward the door, she stopped and stared back. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and a sudden heart-pounding fear, but she walked up to me and said, “Do I know you?”