by Desiree Holt
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He meant it. He didn’t mean it. He was teasing. He was serious.
Lanie stroked the brush vigorously through her hair while she continued to argue with herself. Not in this lifetime did she ever think she’d have a chance at a relationship with Cody. And she couldn’t read him well enough to know if she was about to make a fool of herself or step into something wonderful.
She’d taken great pains to prepare for the evening. First a long shower then meticulous shaving of her legs, under her arms and around her pussy. She trimmed her public hair much closer to the lips than usual, but she decided to leave only the barest hint of it. Then a long bubble bath with scented beads, accompanied by two glasses of chilled wine to steady her nerves.
At least a dozen times as she rubbed lotion into every area of her body, she told herself what a stupid mistake she was making. She hadn’t actually told Cody she’d be there for sure and thought about just not showing up, sure he’d understand. Maybe, just in case he was sort of looking for her, she could think of a logical excuse and back out gracefully. But through all her hours of preparation, her mind was filled with a jumble of images of Cody naked, Cody and her naked, Cody and her and others naked, and non-stop arguments with herself that she was getting in over her head. She still remembered the day she’d marched across the street like Righteous Ruby and chewed his ass out. What on earth must he have thought? Since then, they’d gotten to know each other a little better. Cody had been scrupulous about informing her when he was expecting company, and she’d unbent enough to realise she couldn’t dictate other people’s lifestyles.
Not to mention the fact that the more she got to know him, the greater role Cody played in her erotic dreams. Even with all the other people around, just thinking of what might happen with him tonight made her crotch wet and her nipples stiff and hard.
“He’s just a man like any other man,” she said out loud.
Yeah, right.
“And I can get up and leave any time I want to.”
But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She’d accepted his invitation—challenge—and her curiosity was almost at the same level as her anticipation. No way would she let him see her chicken out.
And if they managed to be alone together…
She took a deep breath and centred herself. She had a rough idea what to expect. In addition to everything Michele had told her, she’d certainly read enough about people who were ‘swingers’—swapping in groups—in the books she reviewed. The idea both aroused her and frightened her. If not for the fact she’d developed such an unexpected case of lust for Cody, she’d be hiding behind her window blinds again tonight or at the nearest movie theatre.
Pulling on red shorts and a red and white halter, she sprayed herself liberally with the jasmine scent she loved and took a last look at herself in the mirror.
Okay, kiddo. Here goes nothing.
Chapter Two
Lanie could hear laughter coming from the pool area and music playing from the outside speakers when her trembling hand pushed Cody’s doorbell. When he didn’t answer right away, she turned, ready to scamper back to the safety of her house.
And what? Hide under the covers, little girl?
Before she could take a step, the door was yanked open and the deep voice that sent shivers skittering down her spine asked, “Going somewhere?”
A warm hand closed over her arm and gently tugged her inside.
She finally looked up to see lights dancing in those sapphire eyes and a grin teasing at his mouth.
“H…hi!” she managed to stammer.
“Hi yourself.”
He closed the door, leaned her against it and before she could take another breath or even peer into the house, his lips touched hers in the briefest of contacts. The tip of his tongue traced the edges of her lips and the seam where they met. Even if his hands had not been holding her shoulders firmly, Lanie couldn’t have moved. The touch of his mouth was like a magic brush, sending spirals of pleasure straight through to her nipples and her cunt.
He played with her mouth, tasting the surface of her lips, nibbling at the edges, licking the corners. He brushed his lips back and forth, never increasing the pressure, just taking little sips and tastes.
“I knew you’d be delicious,” he murmured when he lifted his head. “I can’t wait to find out what you taste like everywhere.”
She had no idea how to respond to that. She was barely able to breathe.
”Come on,” he chuckled, taking her hand. “Let me introduce you to everyone. We’ve just been drinking and talking before the festivities start.” He lifted her hand and brushed his tongue across her knuckles. “Just remember. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Some people here are couples, believe it or not. Others are just a part of the group. We’re a bunch of people who’ve come together because we have a common interest in this kind of sex. But for those who are couples, everyone knows despite what goes on, they’re taken. Just like they will with us.”
Her heart was trip-hammering. “B…but we’ve never even been together.”
His heated eyes blazed at her. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to. And not just for the sex. You have a quality about you that makes other women pale in comparison.”
“M…me?” She was stunned. “Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”
He laughed, a warm deep sound. “Not even a drop yet. I’m just hoping tonight I can convince you that me and my lifestyle are something you might think about on a long-term basis.”
Lanie was so shocked she couldn’t find anything to say. She just hoped it wasn’t all one big line. Or one big lie. But she was willing to take the chance, just this once. A chance she might never get again.
The house seemed to be laid out much the same as hers, only bigger. From the foyer, they stepped down into a living room filled with large, comfortable pieces of furniture. Lanie tried to shut down the images of what took place on those pieces. The sliding door was open to the pool, but no one was using it yet. Everyone was lounging casually on the couches or, in a couple of cases, on the floor on huge, thick pillows.
Cody cleared his throat. “Guys, this is Lanie. She lives across the street, and she’s my special guest tonight. You all know what that means.”
From the look on everyone’s face, Lanie guessed they all understood. Just as he’d promised, tonight she was under his guardianship. If anyone wanted to approach her, they had to get Cody’s okay. And hers.
She forced a timid smile. “Hello.”
“Hi, Lanie.”
“Hello.”
“Hey, lady. Welcome.”
Several voices spoke at once. She noticed that everyone was still fully clothed and looked up at Cody, the question in her eyes.
He grinned again. “We were just about to get started. How about a drink?”
“White wine, please, if you have it.” She didn’t think she should tackle anything stronger. She wasn’t quite ready to discard her inhibitions before feeling more comfortable with the situation.
In what seemed like only seconds, she had a glass of wine in her hand and was somehow seated on Cody’s lap in an oversized armchair. One of his hands slipped under her arm and rested against the swell of her breast. A hot flash sizzled through her at the contact, and she made no effort to move.
“Okay,” the man introduced as Brent called out. “Sandy, I think it’s your turn to get things started tonight.”
A petite blonde with lush breasts and hips rose from the floor where she’d been sitting, her lips turned up in a carnal smile. She turned slowly once, running her hands up and down her hips and cupping her breasts.
“I’ve been practicing my striptease,” she joked, turning up the volume on the stereo. “Who’s going to dance with me?”
“You take it off, honey,” Brent hollered, “and I’ll dance with you all you want.”
Lanie watch
ed mesmerised as Sandy went into a smooth bump and grind routine. She ran her hands along her hips and up to her breasts, cupping them before reaching behind her neck to untie a halter similar to Lanie’s. With calculated slowness, she lowered the fabric, inching it down her tanned skin while her hips gyrated to the music.
“Come on, Sandy,” someone called. “No teasing.”
She laughed. “Your cock getting hard, Brent?”
Lanie felt the first flash of a blush creeping up her skin then realised Cody’s lean fingers were toying with her own halter top, pulling the tie loose and edging the straps forward so they flopped downward, baring the upper slope of her breasts. She turned her head to look at him. Although he stared at Sandy, a glow of anticipation in his eyes, he licked the top of Lanie’s ear.
“Tell me if you get uncomfortable, sugar. We’re pretty wide open here.”
“No.” The word was nearly a whisper. She, too, couldn’t take her eyes away from what was happening. “I never thought…”
“Most people don’t. But there’s nothing like a total sexual high, especially when you can share it with someone who means something to you.”
She turned her head to look at him again. “I never thought.”
“I know.” His crooked grin made her stomach quiver. “Go, figure, right?”
When she swivelled her eyes back to the centre of the room, she saw that Sandy’s halter top was gone and she was cupping her breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers as she continued to move to the music. When the tips had turned a bright rosy colour, Sandy moved her hands down over her hips, slid them into the elastic waistband of her shorts and down to her crotch. Her fingers were visible beneath the flimsy material as she rubbed her pussy in a tantalising dance.
Then, with one fluid motion, she grasped the material and slid both shorts and the thong beneath them down to her ankles and kicked them away. Eyes closed, she began to rub her cunt, hips still gyrating, feet moving in time to the music. When she danced over to the spot in front of Brent, he grasped her thighs, leaned forward and slid his tongue along her slit. Sandy jerked just slightly, but the movement of her hips slowed. She opened her eyes to look at the man licking her flesh.
“I think you claimed the first dance, Brent.”
“You bet, sweet cheeks.”
Brent was on his feet immediately, stripping off his shirt and pushing his jeans and boxers down and away. Lanie gaped at the massive erection that sprang from the nest of golden-brown curls.
Holy shit!
Her eyes slid around the room, noting that everyone else watched with fascination as Brent moved to the centre of the floor with Sandy, turned her so her back was to him and gripped her breasts with both hands. As they moved to the music together, his thick cock pressed into the crack of her ass, and she pushed back against it, moving her hips back and forth. His hands tightened their hold on her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples. Sandy’s hands had drifted to the curls covering her sex, her fingers sliding further down to find her clit. Opening her outer lips with two fingers, she used her index finger of the other hand to stroke back and forth across her clit, shivering as streaks of pleasure raced through her. Brent dipped his head and licked behind her ear, nuzzling the skin, his glance lowering as he watched Sandy slide one slim finger into the opening of her vagina.
As if that had been some sort of silent signal, Lanie suddenly realised that everyone else in the room had discarded their clothes and many had changed seats. On the wide, leather couch against one wall, a tall, sandy-haired man was sprawled with his legs apart. A naked woman pressed to either side of him, one of them fondling his balls, the other stroking his dick from the thick root to the flared head. He cradled one breast of each one, pulling on the nipples with thumb and forefinger, eyes glazed as he watched the couple in the middle of the floor.
On a pile of giant cushions on the floor, an auburn-haired woman lay on her side, propped on one elbow, eyes glue to Sandy and Brent, watching his thick cock rub into the cleft of her buttocks as Sandy fucked herself with one long finger in time to the music. The man facing the auburn-haired woman—Mari, Lanie she remembered—had both arms around her body, his hands spreading the globes of her buttocks for a second man who was liberally applying gel from a tube. Lanie bit her bottom lip as she watched the second man pick up a butt plug from beside him and slowly insert it into Mari’s rectum. The moment it was fully seated he reached down to slide two fingers into her pussy while the man in front of her began massaging her clit with strong, steady movements.
Tearing her gaze away from them, Lanie slid her eyes again to the couple dancing and realised that Sandy was now down on her hands and knees, Brent had slid his cock into her from behind, and a redhead about Sandy’s size was lying beneath them with her mouth on Sandy’s cunt. Sandy rocked back and forth, moaning as she created friction with the woman’s tongue in cadence with the in and out strokes of Brent’s shaft.
It was then, Lanie became aware that Cody was inching her shorts down her hips, urging her to lift up so he could get rid of them altogether. Biting her lip and taking a deep breath, she lifted herself just enough for him to ease the fabric down. His hands slid lightly along her thighs until he reached her hot centre, now embarrassingly wet. When Cody disposed of the flimsy clothing, her juices spilled out onto his thigh.
“It’s a turn-on, isn’t it.” Cody’s voice had the hint of a chuckle to it, as his fingers stroked her drenched labia. “Ever think you’d enjoy watching something like this? Does it embarrass you?” He nibbled her ear. “The first time watching other people fuck can be quite a shock.”
She looked back at him and saw the heat in his eyes. “Embarrassed? No. I mean, I thought I would be, but…”
No, Cody. I’m so hot I don’t know why I haven’t burst into flames. And watching these people? It’s like seeing the books I read come alive. Only better.
“It’s getting you hot, isn’t it, sugar? Good. Really good.” He toyed with her clit, rubbing it back and forth. “This okay, Lanie, what I’m doing?” He licked her ear. “Am I rushing you? I’ve just been thinking all afternoon about getting you naked and feeling every inch of your body.”
“You have?” Oh my god.
“Sugar, I’ve had it on my mind for a long time to fuck you, and I plan to do just that long before tonight is over. But I’m coming at you pretty fast here, so if that’s not what you want, better make tracks right now. You can leave, and no hard feelings.” He put his mouth close to her ear. “Except maybe in my heart.”
Had she heard right? No, it must be her own imaginings coming back at her. She shook her head.
“I want to stay,” she told him in a soft voice.
Beneath her bare buttocks she could feel the thick, hard shape of his cock rising against her, pressing against her skin like a heated branding iron. She knew she should be self-conscious, should shift positions, but the dark heat rose so fast inside her she only wanted to feel that cock filling her.
Even if others were watching!
What would it be like if she were one of these other women, with strangers’ eyes watching the things she knew Cody wanted to do to her? With her? Was that what he wanted? If so, could she do it? The book she’d just reviewed was about eight people who got together every week to do just this very thing, and she’d been so hot even her vibrator hasn’t been able to take the edge off. But right now, she was such a seething mass of contradictions she couldn’t have given a straight answer about anything.
As if reading her thoughts, Cody shifted her in his lap and draped her legs on either side of his, exposing her sex to the room. He put his mouth close to her ear, his tongue tracing the outline of the shell, then licking the sensitive spot beneath the lobe.
“You okay with this, sugar?” His voice was like warm molasses. “I want people to see this gorgeous cunt that’s soaking my fingers. Make ‘em a little jealous. But any time you want to tell me to stop, just go ahead.”
Stop? Was he
crazy?
It was unbelievable that she was so into this so quickly, but truth be told, she wanted more. Much more. And she wasn’t sure who that shocked more, herself or Cody.
The rest of the room blurred as he stroked her hard nub, and she had to swallow twice to get the words out. “I…I’m fine. It’s okay.”
“Good.” His warm breath tickled her skin. “I knew this pussy would be outstanding. I want everyone else to be jealous that I’ve claimed it. And a lot more.”
His lean fingers separated her labia, pulling the skin back so her inner flesh and the opening of her vagina could be seen by anyone who looked. One of the men in the threesome with the woman—Paul, she remembered—caught sight of her. Even as he continued to rub the clit of the woman facing him, he licked his lips as he watched Cody’s finger disappear into Lanie’s vagina and begin stroking in and out.
She moaned at the sensations racing through her. It shocked her that she wasn’t turned off to know others watched her engage in such intimacy. Cody moved his fingers in time with Paul’s rhythm, and the movements of the threesome in the middle of the floor. His thumb pressed her sensitive clit. As Sandy screamed out her climax and the woman in the threesome cried out her orgasm, Lanie felt her release explode, her cunt gripping Cody’s fingers as if she’d never let go.
At last, he moved them slowly from her slick flesh and shifted her so her cunt was pressed against his thigh. Planting his hands on her waist, he moved her gently back and forth, the fine hair on his skin abrading her still quivering pussy. Her breath was choppy, her pulse skittering as it tried to settle down.
Sandy and her partners had collapsed in a heap on the floor, while Nick and his partners were twined around each other, breathing just as hard as Lanie was. Her somewhat glazed eyes roamed the room, and she saw things that hadn’t reached her consciousness before—a couple in a large chair with the man’s cock in the woman’s pussy and his hands gripping her breasts; a tall man splayed on one end of the couch, his hips still twitching as a naked blonde licked the tip of his penis. And others, in similar situations.