by Mia Moore
ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS
A Tale of Slutty Hotwife Sharing
By
Mia Moore
About This Book
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On a business trip to New York City, Elena and Matt ask about dance clubs at the front desk of their hotel. Wires get crossed, and they wind up at Eden— a Swingers Club.
The effect it has on Elena is an electric shock. Everything she thought about pleasure and propriety is turned inside out. She has a wonderful marriage! They have two good kids, good jobs and a nice life! What more could anyone ask for?
Except…
The uninhibited, outright slutty behavior of the other women there, doing things in public that you would only see online throws a switch. They’re such dirty girls! Filthy, smutty thoughts she never allowed herself to have consume her.
Could she be so explicit in a club? Why does the idea turn her on so much?
At Club Eden, Elena experiences the most intense pleasure she’s ever had with Matt.
When Sophie hits on her that night, her body’s response surprises her and her brain goes haywire. She’s never had lesbian fantasies! She’s gripped in a way that’s completely new. She can’t get Sophie’s image out of her mind! Her luscious, swollen wet lips, her sculpted face consume Elena. She wants to clutch Sophie’s cascading hair in her hands, and explode to overwhelming heights of pleasure.
She can’t ignore this… this craving. She has to go back to Eden.
What would her husband think? Will the idea of wife watching her be a turn on… or a point of no return? Will her husband share in her first time lesbian encounter? This isn’t the everyday idea of swinger wife swapping… it’s more ‘wife sharing’. Isn’t it?
They schedule a visit back to Club Eden for New Year’s Eve. Will they leave all their inhibitions behind and trust each other and their marriage in this adventure. Will they be able to dive into the Swinger Lifestyle?
A note from Mia:
In my novels, my characters don’t always practice safe sex. In your playing, please play often and play safe!
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2015, Mia Moore
ISBN: 978-1-927984-76-5
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Mia’s Readers Club
Chapter 1
“Friday night and the strip is hot
Sun’s gone down and they’re about to trot
Spirit’s high and they look hot
Do you wanna get down?”
— Donna Summer, Bad Girls
Elena adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag hurrying past the construction site. Thankfully it was Friday and most of the workmen had knocked off early for the day, sparing her the normal cacophony of wolf whistles and cat calls. If there was a way of bypassing the site without having to walk an extra five blocks, she would gladly have done it. But after working nine hours in the store, most of the time on her feet, that was a jaunt she’d gladly take a pass on.
She had to admit that as annoying as it sometimes was, it was nice to know she still had it. Imagine, a thirty seven year old, the mother of two kids, almost teenagers, who could still warrant a second look from macho guys, many of them years younger. It helped that she always dressed smartly, from the fine leather knee high boots to the tailored wool jacket, courtesy of the deep discounts at the store, one of the very few perks of working there.
With a sigh, she stopped at the traffic light and waited for it to change. Friday night, date night for Matt and her. At first the idea had been fun, farming the kids out to her parents, getting dolled up and going to dinner, a chance to reconnect as lovers, keeping the spark and romance alive in their marriage. Lately, even that was getting routine.
A car rushed past, the ear splitting blare of music throbbing through her stomach. It was a tune she remembered from college days when they’d gone out dancing and clubbing. Maybe that would change things up. When was the last time they’d been out to a club, dancing?
A gust of wind blew locks of tawny, blond hair across her cheek and her hand rose to tuck it back behind her ear. Autumn was definitely in the air, the cool breeze creating whirlwinds of dried colourful leaves skittering across the sidewalk. She pulled the collar of her coat high and strode forward, the high heels of her boots clacking rhythmically on the hard concrete.
She jumped at the sharp beep of a car horn, prepared to turn and give the driver the finger for scaring her.
“Hey baby, can I give you a lift somewhere? Buy you a drink? Wanna party?”
The deep voice of her husband, heavy dark eyebrows bobbing on his forehead, a sly smile on his face, forced a chuckle from her lips. Leave it to Matt to get a rise out of her, pretending to be some sleazy Lothario, trying to pick her up. Two could play at that game.
“Not sure you can afford me.” She stifled the chuckle and gave him a slow seductive smile, and kept on walking, actually more like strutting.
With his arm resting on the edge of the open window, he chuckled and the truck slowly kept pace with her gait. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can. What can you do that my wife can’t... or that a porn flick and a jar of Vaseline couldn’t do?”
She came close to stopping and gawking at him. Oh my God! The man was shameless! Her eyes checked out the sidewalk and street trying to see if anyone might have overheard him. Only a couple of teenagers up ahead but they were doing the modern day zombie walk, eyes glued to their cell phones. It took a few seconds to think of a smart ass comeback.
“If you have to ask, then A, you definitely can’t afford me and B, you have no imagination.” She fluffed her hair and crossed the street, so that she walked beside the passenger door of the truck. It was all fun and games, but really she had to live in this town. Black Rapids wasn’t all that big and she knew a lot of people.
Still glancing at the street occasionally he leaned over, eyeing her through the passenger window which was now open. “Hey doll, get in the truck and find out.”
For just a fleeting moment there was a tug low in her tummy at the commanding challenge in his voice. When she looked over at him, his eyes were hooded and there was no smile on his lips anymore. The game had just been ramped up a notch. The pulse of pleasure that flooded through her was immediate.
She resisted the urge to smile and just get in the truck, laughing about their antics. In one way, he challenged her, his face and words serious in this sexual foreplay and she had never shied away from a challenge. But more than that, the titillation of the role she was playing w
as… kinda cool.
She came to a halt and looked both ways up the street before stepping close to the truck and opening the door. “Two hundred bucks, one hour. Show me the money.” Her face flushed hotly but she maintained eye contact with him.
He never missed a beat, reaching around, his fingers slipping into the back pocket of his jeans and sliding the worn leather wallet out. His dark eyes met hers and he held up two, one hundred dollar bills.
When she reached for them, he snatched his hand away. “You said show you the money. You got to earn it.”
For just a moment, she hesitated. He was too good at this. Had he done this before? She got into the truck, watching him place the bills on the seat between them. His lips twitched in the corners, driving the truck away from the curb into traffic.
Damn, he looked good in the brown suede jacket, open at the front and the blue jean shirt collar underneath. It was probably this game of cat and mouse that made her see him with fresh eyes. She slid the seat belt over her chest and clicked it into the holder, her mind going ninety miles an hour to figure out her next move. There was always....
Her hand slid across the seat and rested on his thigh. She could feel the hard muscle under the coarse fabric of the jeans. Slowly her fingers inched upwards until they curled over the bulge in his crotch. There was a warm feeling in her chest, realizing that he was as turned on by this as she was.
“Like that?” She purred, squeezing and pulling at his shaft.
He smiled and looked over at her. “I hope you can do better than that .” He pushed her hand away and continued driving down the street.
When he came to the corner he turned left, away from the route that would take them home. A half mile ahead was the brightly lit sign of a motel, a low budget place that added to the raunchy seduction. The naughtiness of what they were doing, playing this game made her tingle when he wheeled the truck into the parking lot.
She followed him in the building to the front desk, standing back while he booked a room. When the desk clerk, a middle aged portly man asked when they’d be checking out, Matt replied, “In an hour or so.”
She felt her face become the same shade of red as the paisley wallpaper behind the guy when he leaned to the side to check her out. Subtlety was not in the clerk’s repertoire, his eyes roaming from her head to her toes. That Matt!
Not to be outdone, she stepped close to him and murmured. “One hour, if you last that long.” When he turned and bobbed his eyebrows at her, a confident sneer on his lips, she added, “Same price at any rate.”
He took the room card key from the clerk and grabbed her hand, almost dragging her out of the building and down the walkway. At room seven, he stopped and slid the key into the door latch. It lit up and he pushed inside.
Chapter 2
“I’ll take you to the candy shop,
I’ll let you lick the lollipop”
— 50 Cent, Candy Shop
He had to give her credit. She was giving it back as good as he was dishing it out. But more than that, it was getting to him. When he stepped into the room, his cock was definitely leading the way. He shrugged the jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over the chair that was tucked under a beat up, cheap table.
He stepped over to the queen size bed and sat down, bending over to unlace his heavy work boots. His eyes never left Elena. From the sexy smile on her lips, her chin held high and eyes slits looking down her pert nose, she was giving a great performance. Even though he’d never been with a hooker, he’d seen enough movies to know.
Setting the boots aside, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat propped up, his back resting on the wooden headboard, watching her take her coat off. In the black dress, the knit fabric hugging every curve, from her plush high breasts to the tiny waist and swell of her hip, she actually could pass for a high class hooker. His hand drifted down to his crotch, adjusting his cock to a more comfortable spot in the tight jeans.
“Strip.” It came out more hoarse and guttural than he’d intended, betraying his level of arousal.
There was a fleeting flash of her eyes and then her cheeks became pink. There was a glimpse of the fiery red of her fingernails and then her hands peeled the dress upward, revealing the top of her thigh highs and the creamy flesh above. A ‘V’ of dark lace covered her mons, the dark side panels narrow, pressing into the succulent softness of her hips.
The fabric inched slowly up her body, over the small mound of her belly, the tightness of her midriff where just the hint of her ribcage could be seen. Her breasts were encased in a lacy half cup bra, that did little to cover her nipples or the swell of flesh. When the dress was fully off, she held it to the side and flicked it onto the table top.
Her hands fluffed the waves of hair that fell past her shoulders as she strolled over to the bed, and stood looking down at him with sassy triumph. Despite the fact that his cock was so hard it was oozing pre-cum, he had to regain the upper hand in this pas de deux.
He lowered the zipper in his pants and unsnapped the waistband. In a flash his cock was out, thick and heavy, his thumb and forefinger at the base waggling it suggestively. Their eyes met and she rolled the tip of her tiny tongue over her lips, while her hands slipped the fastener of her bra loose. It slid from her arms and she perched on the side of the bed, bending over to take his cock in her mouth.
Oh God! The hot slickness of her tongue rolling over his knob, darting and teasing every drop of pre-cum from his slit, almost drove him mad. It wasn’t like the usual blowjob she gave him; she seemed more eager or something. Locks of her hair fell forward, shielding his view of her mouth on him. His hand shot to her cheek, grasping and fisting her hair, pulling it away. Her lips were parted but her tongue extended, flicking softly on the underside of his cock from the tip to where his fingers gripped the base.
Hot jolts of lust shot through his shaft, his hips rocking gently up and down against her mouth. “Suck it, baby.” The words incensed lust to an even hotter level of decadence.
She must have felt it too because her mouth closed on him, sucking, while small moans of pleasure rumbled deep in her throat. Her fingers closed around his shaft, pulling and rolling the skin in her fist, keeping perfect tandem with her mouth.
“Oh yeah, fuck, that’s good.” His other hand pressed on the back of her head, pushing her mouth down harder. It was as if she really was a hooker and he was claiming what he’d paid for, releasing all inhibitions— she’d deep throat him all the way. His hips jerked upward and a spasm of pleasure shot through his core. This was something he’d always wanted but had never had; his cock deep—deeeep in a woman’s throat.
Her fingers teased and softly scratched his balls, while her head rose higher, her lips pulling on his skin. The sensation consumed his senses; everything centered on the pleasure in his cock.
A tear from her watery eyes rolled down her cheek and she gasped a gulp of air before returning to her work. She bobbed her head up and down in a tortuous rhythm, each time going lower and lower on his shaft. Oh shit… he watched as she paused for a moment, her eyes again tearing up. She opened them and as she gazed into his eyes, continued to lower her head inexorably until her nose glanced on his pubic bone.
He sucked air into his lungs, and exhaled with a shaky sigh as she rose and lowered her head repeatedly. Oh Jesus, this was good!
Sliding up his shaft, his wife/slut pulled her mouth from his knob with a soft pop.
She rose to her feet and slipped her panties off. When she placed a knee on the bed and swung her other leg over his hips, facing away from him. His eyes opened wider taking in the sight. The smooth line of her back, the cleft between the pale orbs of her ass, her fingers circling his shaft, aiming and pressing it against her opening was making his ears hum.
Her hot, slick cunt gripped him like a velvet glove when she lowered her body, until her ass rested on his groin. Oh fuck...it felt so good ... the roll of her hips, pulling at his cock. The sight of her perfect body, the tigh
t ass riding him like a rodeo bronco put him over the edge. If she kept doin’ that, he was gonna blow a load...
He could see the back of her arm, the quick movements there as her fingers played with her clit. Her soft cries of pleasure filled his ears, took him to a higher plane where he gripped her ass, thrusting his hips high. “Yeah, baby...that’s it...” His eyes were electric, watching her body jerk up with each thrust.
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over them in a wave of absolute lust. The creaking of the bed, the headboard banging on the wall went unnoticed, the sound drowned out by their cries of pleasure.
Her muscles clenched like a molten steel vice on his shaft, bathing him in slippery warm wetness, her body hunched forward, legs trembling in her orgasm.
It put him completely over the edge. His hips jerked hard, almost cruelly as he pounded his cock deep into her...spurting ecstasy...
“Oh fuck...don’t stop!” Elena whimpered. He pulled her hard onto him, his cock thick and shooting another blast of pleasure.
A hiss of air sucked into his lungs and came out with a throaty growl when the final spurt flew from him.
Elena sat up straight and fell back onto his chest, her cunt still filled with his meat. The soft floral scent of her hair filled his nose, as it spilled over his cheek. He strained up to kiss the curve of her neck, his hands lovingly skimming up her tummy to cup her breasts.
“Baby, that was so nice.” His words were muffled against her skin.
She giggled and placed her hands over his. “I earned the money, right?”
“No.” He smiled when she rolled over to lie beside him, the cool air hitting his wet and now limp cock.
Her hand rose and a sharp pain spiked in his nipple between her fingers. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Pay up mister.”
“You should be paying me. You came like thunder too.” It had been hot fun for both of them. He smiled and pulled her hand away. “Some date night, huh?”
Her blue eyes sparkled when she sat up and looked over at him. “Beats flowers and dinner out, that’s for sure.” She smiled and looked down for a moment. When she spoke her voice was low. “That was hot, you treating me like I was some kind of hooker.” Her gaze rose and she looked shy for a moment. “It was like a stranger was fucking me.”