ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS (Hotwife Sharing): A Tale of Slutty Hot Wife Sharing

by Mia Moore

  Elena’s stomach twisted in a knot as she silently listened. Now she knew why Mila had asked for the afternoon off on New Year’s Eve. And she hadn’t said where she was going. It could be anywhere. But the fact that it had followed the crack about going to an orgy was unsettling.

  Before she had a chance to ask Mila, the young woman left the counter to duck into the back room for her coat. Her voice rang through the air “Good night. Happy New Year Elena!’ A thud of the back door closing behind her, followed.

  Amanda shook her head, and smiled as she left the cash register. “First you, then Mila...all going out leaving poor old me behind in Black Rapids.”

  Elena walked beside her friend to the back of the store. “Thanks Amanda. If you weren’t looking after the store tomorrow, I probably couldn’t go. Next year. It’ll be your turn, maybe.”

  Still, some of the excitement of going to Eden with Matt, meeting their new friends had faded. To be replaced by anxiety.

  What if Mila was there?

  Chapter 17

  The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek

  There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me, it’s where I wanna be

  But I hardly know this beauty by my side

  I’ll never forget the way you look tonight

  —Chris de Burgh, Lady in Red

  When Matt followed Elena into the hotel he smiled seeing Beau behind the front desk. If not for Beau, they would never have gone to a swinger’s club, never have known how much fun it could be. Beau must have sensed his gaze because he looked up and grinned watching them walk over to the desk.

  “Matt! Elena! How are you?” He extended his hand and shook Matt’s in a firm and warm grip. “Nice to see you again.”

  Matt set the suitcase down and tapped the worn wooden counter. “Thanks for letting us know about that cancellation. I had no idea New Year’s booked up so fast.”

  “Yes, thanks Beau.” Elena took her leather gloves off and smiled at the older man.

  “I even got the same room for you, with a little juggling of course. Going dancing tonight?” Beau turned to the computer screen but not before he flashed a look at Matt.

  Matt could only smile, while Elena’s cheeks became pinker. “For sure. Ringing the New Year in, in style.” He slipped his credit card from his wallet and handed it to Beau. They’d made good time on the drive, with good roads and little traffic. But still, it’d be nice to send Sophia and Chris a text and then have a nap before they went out.

  Beau finished with their booking and handed Matt an envelope with their room card. “Four oh four. “ He flashed a wide grin and winked his eye. “Have a wonderful time and if I don’t see you before you leave, have a happy New Year.”

  Elena turned to walk to the elevator while Matt plucked a ten dollar bill from his wallet and slid it under his palm across the desk to Beau. “Have a Happy New Year yourself.”

  As they rode the elevator to their floor, Elena’s cell phone dinged with a text message. She pulled it from her purse and held it so that they could both read it.

  Let us know when you arrive. We’ll swing by the hotel and pick you up.

  Sophia

  Elena turned and smiled up at him. “That was nice. I hope they’re not put out with us not staying at their house.”

  The elevator bell rang and the doors slid open. He picked up their bag and smiled at her, gesturing with his hand for her to go ahead. “I don’t think so. Much as it will be fun seeing them again, I’m not sure I’d want to make that kind of a commitment, not at this point.” He laughed as he walked down the hallway, his feet silent in the plush carpeting. “After all the emails and exchanging photos, it may sound strange, but I’m a little nervous about seeing them again.”

  He slid the card into the reader beside the door to their room and opened it for her to go ahead. Her eyes narrowed as she passed him. “I know what you mean. It was all fun and games sending dirty pictures and emails but now we’re here. It’s exciting and a little bit scary.”

  He took her coat and hung it up beside his own. When he turned he stepped into her and folded her into his arms. “Remember, we set our limits. If either of us has second thoughts about joining them in the playroom, we stop. Agreed?” She felt so good, her body warm snuggled against his. This was the most important thing right then. The two of them communicating and still so very much in love. “If all we do is dance, I’m good.”

  She pulled back and grinned. “I can’t wait to see some of the get ups. Considering its New Years, it should be something else. I can’t wait to show you what I’m wearing. But I should send Sophia a message first.”

  He smiled, picturing Sophia and Chris, such a fun and sexy couple. How would the evening turn out? They’d come a long way since going to the club but now that they knew what they were getting into, actually going and possibly getting down and dirty with these people, he couldn’t help the nervous excitement that filled his body. He was like a virgin bride on her wedding night. You know it's coming, and you can’t wait but you’re still nervous.

  Elena sat on the corner of the bed holding her cell phone thumbs flying on the keypad:

  Sophia:

  We’re here now and planning to rest up a bit for tonight. How does 9:00 sound for us to leave? Can’t wait to see you and Chris.

  Matt sat down beside her and waited for the return message. In all the emailing back and forth Eva and Frank had never joined in. It was kind of like Sophia and Chris had taken him and Elena under their wing as they got into this lifestyle. If that was the case, then he was perfectly fine with it. Eva and Frank looked like they were fun, at least the video of their trip to hedonism sure looked like it. They’d get to know them better tonight.

  There was a tug low in his stomach at the thought. Yeah, getting to know them in that milieu sure would be exciting.

  ***

  Matt looked at his watch and shook his head. It was ten minutes before nine o’clock. “Elena? Are you just about ready? “

  In reply the bathroom door opened and she appeared before him. His eyes opened wide and he smiled stepping forward to circle around her. Holy cow, she was a vision in the glittering red dress, cut low in a ‘V’ that ended just above her midriff, barely containing the plush mounds of her breasts. The light caught her movement, creating flashes of sparkles over the curve of her hip. Her spike heels set off her bare legs perfectly.

  She reached for his necktie and straightened it, the scent that rose from her neck and shoulders, a blend of fresh apples and cinnamon infused his senses, while the beauty of her face, took his breath away. Her blue eyes were soft, framed with long lashes above cheekbones finely sculpted .

  “There.” Her eyes flashed up at him and she smiled. “You look handsome.”

  His hand closed over hers and he leaned closer, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Look who’s talking, You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

  He walked to the entranceway and pulled her coat from the hanger, holding it while she slipped her arms into the sleeves. “Do you think we need some sort of signal if things get out of hand and one of us isn’t comfortable? It might be better than just blurting it out.”

  Elena looked at him and her smile dropped. “Yeah. Maybe. What about if I ask you for a screwdriver or a Bloody Mary?”

  He took his own coat from the rack and slipped it on. “Screwdriver. I don’t like the connotations of Bloody Mary.” He saw her grin at him and knew what she was thinking. Her cycle was right in sync, along with everything else.

  When they walked out of the hotel and stood under the bright red awning, a black SUV was parked at the curb. The driver’s door opened and Chris stepped out. “Matt! Elena. Right on time.”

  “Hi guys!” Matt stepped forward to open the back door for Elena to climb in. She slid to the far side making room for him beside her. Meanwhile Sophia had turned watching them, with a wide smile on her face. Her dark hair was piled in loose curls on her head, while diamond earrings dangled above the collar
of her coat.

  “How are you doing? Did you get a nap in this afternoon? Chris and I had a little lay down. It was hard to keep our hands off each other thinking of tonight and seeing you two again.” Her laugh that followed was like the tinkling of bells.

  “Us too! But we wanted to save it for tonight.” Elena slipped her hand over and squeezed his.

  His chest was light, as he leaned forward watching Chris and Sophia. It was hard to believe the night had finally arrived and they were talking so casually about what was about, or hopefully about, to happen later.

  “Eva and Frank are already at the club. They went a little early to save a table for us. New Year’s is pretty busy at Eden. It’s a masquerade theme. There’ll be decorative masks for us there.” Sophia looked over at Chris as he wheeled the vehicle out into traffic.

  “Masks? Are you serious? That’s going to be fun. If I’d known I’d have bought one to go with my dress.” Elena leaned forward and her words were rushed through smiling lips.

  Chris turned slightly and spoke over his shoulder keeping his eyes on the traffic before him. “There’s something liberating about wearing a mask. There’ll be people, well mostly women, who’ll only be wearing a mask on the dance floor, later in the evening. Although most people don’t begin to party in the back until after the ball drops at midnight.”

  Matt leaned forward. “When you say ‘only be wearing a mask’, you mean nothing else?”

  Chris and Sophia burst out laughing. “Well... the girls will probably keep their dancing shoes on!” Sophie said.

  Matt’s tummy began to flutter picturing that scene, naked or scantily clad women in sexy masks, dancing and grinding to the music. And he thought the women were decadent the last time! Looking over to Elena, he squeezed her hand and returned her wicked grin with one of his own.

  Chapter 18

  Hit me you can’t hurt me suck my kiss

  Kiss me please pervert me stick with this

  Is she talking dirty

  Give to me sweet sacred bliss

  Your mouth was made to suck my kiss

  —Red Hot Chili Peppers, Suck My Kiss

  Elena followed Sophia over to the coat rack while Matt and Chris looked after the payment at the front desk. When the other woman took her coat off, Elena took it all in from head to toe. Whoa! Even though she’d seen a picture of the shimmering silver dress, seeing it drape over Sophia was amazing. It was low cut, clinging to the swell of her breasts while the skirt hugged her hips like a lover, the scalloped hem ending just below her crotch. The silver colour accentuated her tanned skin and dark hair.

  “Wow! That’s one beautiful dress.” Elena slipped her coat off, still mesmerized by the seductive appeal of Sophia’s outfit.

  Meanwhile Sophia wasted no time in appraising Elena’s dress. The back of her fingers lightly caressed the curve of her bustline; her voice was a soft purr, gazing at Elena. “Very nice.”

  Elena’s breath caught in her throat at the other woman’s touch. It was electric, creating a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her tummy, down to the already soft moistness of her pussy. The fantasies she’d had about kissing another woman, exploring her body were about to happen tonight. And for it to be with a woman so beautiful and bewitching was amazing.

  Sophia smiled and led the way to the entrance where a young man in a tuxedo sat behind a table. An assortment of feathered, jewelled masks lay next to plain black ones. Elena selected a red one, with feathers arching up at the sides. She slipped it over her head and took a black one for Matt.

  Watching the people in the room beyond the archway, in their glittering, beguiling costumes and colourful masks sparked a thrill of anticipation that swept over her, and stayed. Getting dolled up for New Year’s was always fun but this atmosphere of ribald celebration was downright exciting.

  Sophia touched her arm and leaned in to be heard above the laughter and music drifting in from the other room. “I’m going ahead to find Eva and Frank. See you in there.”

  Elena watched the other woman walk away, her gaze following the line of her spine, until it met the silver fabric clasping the round orbs of her ass, ending a few inches lower where shimmering thighs flashed. No doubt about it, Sophia was gorgeous from head to toe. Elena smiled. The mask covering part of her face was liberating in the anonymity it gave, but it was more than that. Only at a place like Eden, would a woman be absolutely free to ogle and admire another woman’s ass. The petty envy and comparison to her own assets present in a straight club, never entered her mind at Eden. That too, was liberating.

  Chris and Matt appeared by her side, wearing wide smiles, their eyes taking everything in.

  “Red is definitely your color.” Chris put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Totally hot, Elena.”

  His whispered words, warm in her ear caused a delicious shiver to skitter up her spine. “Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself in that tux.” She glanced over at Matt to gauge his reaction. There was only pride in his eyes, his chin held high. Even though he was dressed in just a suit, not a tux like some of the other men, with his body and athletic good looks, he turned heads.

  Chris turned to her husband. “I was going to get a magnum of champagne for the table, or would you prefer something else to drink?”

  Matt glanced over at her and she nodded . “That sounds great. Do you need any help with getting that?”

  Chris grinned. “You two find the others and get settled. I’ve got this covered.” He stepped away, slipping through the throng of people standing near the bar.

  Matt leaned closer and whispered close to her ear. “Ready?” He took her hand in his and led the way, much more practised with his six feet two body at separating the crowd and spying their table.

  Just like during the first time she’d been there, men and women openly eyed her as she skimmed by them. But this time, she smiled and reciprocated, looking forward to seeing them later on the dance floor and possibly the play room. One couple, their skin ebony, flashed wide smiles. He was even taller than Matt and from the way he was built; he looked like he could have been a football player, with the wide shoulders and thick neck. What would being with a black guy be like? Were the rumours true, once you went black...?

  “There you are!” Sophia patted the chair next to her, signalling for Elena to sit next to her.

  Frank rose and leaned over the table to shake her hand, while Eva smiled up at her from her place on Sophia’s other side. Elena shook Frank’s hand and then smiled down at the silver haired beauty. “Hi.”

  Eva leaned across Sophia and her eyes drank in Elena’s dress. “I was so happy when Sophia told us you and Matt were coming tonight. It sounds like you’ve come a long way from your first accidental encounter of the lifestyle.”

  Sophia put her hand over Elena’s and she squeezed. “I hope you don’t mind. I told Eva about our emails and your curiosity.” She flashed a smile at her friend.

  Elena’s face flushed warmly and she shook her head from side to side. Of course they would have talked. They were friends after all and it was plain that Eva knew about her bi sexual curiosity, the way her eyes kept dropping to her chest and cleavage. It might have been easier if she’d had a glass of champagne to ease her into this conversation though.

  Frank cleared his throat and stood up. “Would you like to dance Sophia?” He wasn’t as tall as Matt or Chris but his tuxedo tugged across a muscular chest and shoulders as wide as any hockey player. His ruddy face was lined with laugh lines, blue eyes crinkled in the corners, grinning and reaching for Sophia’s hand.

  They were quite a contrast, his complexion fair, while hers was a rich olive, her dark hair thick and glossy. Movement beside her made Elena turn to face Eva who had slid into the chair that Sophia left empty.

  Now that she was next to her, Elena could see the dark dress, the fine opaque netting dissecting her breasts, slithering down over her tummy and then cutting sharply to the side to reveal the curve of h
er bare hip underneath. The velvet dress, with the cutaway netting and naked skin below was provocative, yet elegant.

  Eva’s hand rested on Elena’s thigh when she leaned close. Her light blue eyes seemed to glitter behind the dark jewelled mask. “I remember my first bi scene. It was with Sophia.”

  The hotness of Eva’s hand on her thigh distracted her for a moment, but the words tugged low in her stomach. She barely dared to breathe; her lips parted gazing into Eva’s eyes. This was actually happening! Discussing a sexual experience like it was the first time waterskiing or playing golf! Would she ever get used to that, the casualness of it?

  Matt slid into the seat next to her, setting six fluted glasses on the table while Chris poured the bubbly. Elena breathed a small sigh of relief. She wanted to talk more to Eva but needed some liquid courage first. She picked up the glass, feeling the tingling of the effervescent in her nostrils and tasting the smooth cold wine.

  Matt leaned over and smiled at Eva. “Hi Eva. You look nice. Think you’ll treat us to a pole dance tonight?”

  As Elena sipped at her glass it occurred to her that she wasn’t jealous Matt had paid Eva a sexy compliment. The only emotion had been an eager curiosity to hear her answer. She hoped the platinum haired temptress would say yes. It had been sexy and new, the first time she’d seen her do that.

  Eva gazed at her, sliding her hand higher on Elena’s thigh before she answered. “Only if your wife will join me.”

  The wine seemed to go down the wrong pipe and Elena coughed, setting it down quickly to cover her mouth. Pole dance? She grinned at Eva and shook her head. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t know how.”

  Eva’s eyebrows bobbed and her smile was slow and seductive. “There’s a lot of things you haven’t done. This is just the first. Come on. No time like the present.”

  Elena’s eyes flashed wide looking from Matt to Chris to Eva. From their smiles, nodding their heads in encouragement, there was no way she could dodge this one. She glanced over at the dance floor which was filled with couples, their swaying bodies moving against one another. The stripper pole gleamed in the myriad of small coloured lights cast over the area from the glass ball above.