Steamy Swingers- The Box Set (First Time Swingers): All Three Episodes Value Priced!

by Mia Moore

  “Nice to meet you.” She laughs and then blurts it out. “I must say, it is pretty liberal of you Mason, to bring your friend when Anna’s trying on slutty club-wear.”

  Derek steps forward and puts his arm over Carrie’s shoulders. “I’ll be happy to give you my opinion on any outfit, Carrie. No charge. Hell, I’ll help you with zippers, buttons, laces, just name it.”

  “Seriously? You’d do that for me? What a guy.” She removes his arm just as a tall, smiling man appears at her side. He’s drop dead gorgeous and from the way he looks at her, he’s obviously nuts about Carrie.

  “Josh, this is my girlfriend from the gym, Anna. And these two guys are Mason, her husband and Derek the fluffer.” She reaches up and tweaks Derek’s face. “Gotcha.”

  “Oh Mama. Do that again. I like it when they’ve got a little fight in them.”

  Giggling, she turns to her husband and murmurs. “He has no idea, does he, darling?” When Josh rolls his eyes, it’s obviously some kind of private joke between them.

  For the first time, I notice the dress that Carrie has tucked under her arm. “Let’s see it. How sexy are you gonna be tonight? Red hot or street-walker?”

  She shakes her head and holds it up to her body, prances and throws her hip to the side.

  At Mason and Derek’s wolf whistle, a chuckle escapes my mouth. It’s a green satin, with a scoop neck, backless and just barely covers her ass. There’s no way she’s wearing THAT at any conventional club. I wonder…

  “God, it’d be great to see you guys tonight, maybe have a drink together. What club are you going to?” I look straight into her eyes, a small smile on my face, a moment of truth or dare.

  “The Oooohs.”She turns quickly, sheltering her mumbled answer.

  “What? Sorry, I didn’t catch it.” I place my hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle tug.

  She spins around and there’re sparks in her eyes, chin held high when she answers. “The O Zone. It’s a swingers club. We’d love to share a drink or a bed with you.”

  Oh fuck! My jaw drops down to my pussy and nudges my clit, waking it with a pulse of electricity. Carrie’s a swinger! She’ll be there, lookin’ all sexy and hot. A flashback of her laying naked in the sauna sears my brain.

  “That’s where WE’RE going! All three of us. It’ll be our first time. I’m so glad that you’ll be there when we bust our cherry.”

  Josh steps forward and throws his arms around me, kisses my cheek before grasping Mason and Derek’s hands and clapping them on the back. “Welcome! How about you sit with us? We’ve got a great group of friends and you’ll fit right in.”

  ***

  I look out the car window straining to check out people going into the club. The lights over the doorway and on the signs are a brilliant contrast to the darkness of the industrial park neighborhood.

  A couple in their late twenties cross the parking lot and disappear through the door. It could be any nightclub downtown that they’re going to—him in a sports coat and her wearing an overcoat that hangs below her knees—except I’ve got a feeling she’s not wearing much under that coat.

  The same as me. I shiver even though Mason has the car heater on and I too, have a trench coat over my dress. It was tough choosing between Mason’s favorite and Derek’s, so I bought both. From what I’ve read about these places, it’s not unusual for a woman to change outfits half way through the evening.

  “I think that’s Derek pulling in right now.” Mason leans over the steering wheel, peering through the windshield.

  I glance at him and then look at the headlights of the car pulling into the lot. Oh God. A swinger’s club. If anyone had told me a few weeks ago even that I’d be dressed, or rather half dressed, about to go into a swingers’ club, I would have asked what cheap drugs they were on. Now, here I am. As my Dad used to say, ‘it’s a long road that doesn’t have a turn.’

  Mason turns in the seat towards me and places his hand on my knee. His eyes bore into mine, and there’s concern on his face. “Any second thoughts?”

  “No, but I’ll admit I’m nervous as hell.” That’s an understatement. The butterflies in my stomach are being all kamikaze.

  “Makes two of us for what it’s worth.” He squeezes my leg. “If it’s too much and we hate it, either one of us, we ask for a Bloody Mary, okay? Surely, Carrie and her gang won’t pick up on that. I mean, they seem kind of nice.”

  A tap on the driver’s side window and I see Derek’s face.

  “But what about him? Does Derek know our signal?” I whisper and return Derek’s grin.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll let him know. If that happens, he might decide to stay anyway.” Mason opens the door and claps Derek on the back.

  The butterflies do a free fall. Yeah, Mason’s right. Derek is under no obligation to do what we do. He might hook up with someone and that’ll be that. It’d be good for him. So why does the thought of it make me uneasy? Oh for God’s sake, Anna! I’m resentful at the idea. No… jealous. I shake my head at myself. This is definitely a situation that you’ll never hear discussed on Dr. Phil. Jerry Springer probably has done a dozen shows on it though.

  The door opens and Mason takes my hand. My steps are slow and mincing in the impossibly high heels. It’s a good thing I brought a back up pair.

  Derek appears on my other side and kisses my cheek before looping my arm through his. “Beautiful and sexy as usual, Anna. Is that new? The perfume?”

  “Yes. Like it?”

  “I’ll like it better when that’s all you’re wearing. Yowl!” He bends down and kisses my ear, sending a fresh shiver through me.

  “I hear you, Bro.” Mason grabs the brass door handle and opens it for Derek and me to pass through.

  We step inside a large anteroom, the corners adorned with nude Greek-type marble statues and a high counter on the opposite side. Behind it, a pretty woman stands finishing the paperwork for the couple who entered ahead of us.

  “Welcome to the O-Zone! You’re all together?” Her heavily made-up eyes scan Mason and Derek. “I mean, Saturday is a couple’s night. The number of single men allowed in is limited. Single women, unicorns--no problem.”

  Oh no. I glance at Derek and see the smile vanish from his face.

  “We’re together. No single guys here. It’s a variation on polyamory.” Mason steps forward, flashing his best flirty smile.

  “It’s okay Rachel. They’re with our table.”

  I turn to see Josh walking to the desk. Wow! He cleans up pretty well in the dark leather pants hugging slim hips and a white button down shirt. A few buttons are left open, revealing a gold chain, an edge of dark chest hair and a tattoo.

  “Go ahead and sign in guys.” He takes my arm and leads me to the far wall where a long rack of coats hang. “Let me help you.”

  I slip out of the trench coat and hand it to him. “Thanks Josh. I didn’t think there’d be a problem for us to get in.”

  “Very nice…sexy.” His eyes travel over my breasts, bare above and between my nipples, the tight, blue fabric ending just above my navel. The skirt part hugs my hips flaring into a saucy flounce that kiss the tops of my thighs. “Oh it’s no problem. They try to control the number of single males and since you’re new…well, that’s why I kept an eye out for you.”

  “Thanks!” I smile up at him, falling into the dark, chocolate eyes, lips pulled up in a quirky grin. “You look pretty good yourself.” Will I be fucking this hot piece of male sexuality before the night is through? A pulse of electricity sparks through my pussy at the prospect.

  “Thanks Josh. Let me buy you a drink for that.” Derek sheds his leather jacket and hangs it up.

  “No problem.”

  I glance to the counter, which the woman, Rachel, leans on, displaying a river of cleavage for Mason. He finishes signing and hands the money and forms to her with a chuckle. Obviously she’s been chatting and flirting with him. He’s got to turn the charm quotient down or risk getting hit on by every woman in
the place. I shake my head and grin up at him when he joins us.

  “She was pretty cute. I think she likes you.” I snuggle into his arm and wink.

  “Who? Rachel Coulter? Worked her for three years, gets off at midnight and is always ready to join the fun? That Rachel?” He kisses the tip of my nose and leads me into the bar area, following Derek and Josh.

  Derek turns and nods his head at the bar. “I’ll get this. It’s crowded and I’ve got sharp elbows.”

  I stand next to Mason looking around like a tourist seeing the Big Apple for the first time. Small round tables, mostly occupied with men and their sexy women, border a dance floor that’s half filled with people. The music has a throaty beat and the area is dimly lit, bright spots of light, reflections from a mirrored globe streak over the dancers.

  A woman, every curve highlighted in a tight sequined dress, swings around a gleaming gold pole, while her partner and another couple stand beside it, watching.

  A swarthy middle aged man brushes by me, taking the opportunity to eye my chest and give me a thumbs up and grin as he pulls his wife along. When she slides by, in a scoop neck, red dress, her gaze also settles on my cleavage and she licks her lips and smiles. Oh my God. Such open wantonness and a woman showing appreciation of another woman’s assets, even after seeing her husband ogle my breasts. This is unbelievable.

  Josh takes a couple of the drinks that Derek hands him and gestures for us to follow. He leads us, snaking through people standing, chatting and laughing, down an open corridor that borders the dance floor, and sofas and set in small conversation pits. Almost at the end, is a larger section where Carrie sits, laughing and tapping the hand of a blonde, bombshell next to her. There are three couples there already but I notice enough empty seats for Josh and us.

  When Josh sets the drink in front of Carrie, she leans back to see around his body and our eyes meet. Immediately she jumps to her feet and envelopes me in a bear-hug, kisses my cheek in the process.

  “I’m so glad you guys came!” She holds me at arm’s length and her eyes take every liberty in their lewd assessment of my dress. “Oh my God Anna, you’re flaming hot! You make me wet just looking at you. I can’t imagine how the guys are managing.”

  For a second, I’m speechless. I’ve never been in a club where a woman would both hit on and compliment me at the same time. And Carrie! In the green satin dress, loose and low neckline, the milky white orbs or her breasts jiggling with every move…she wasn’t the only one getting hot and wet.

  On impulse and before I can stop myself, honestly, my hand lifts and cups her breast, kneads it softly. It’s supple with just the half moon of a dark nipple pressing up. “Sorry, they look so good, I had to touch.” I tear my gaze from her flesh and look down into her eyes.

  “Now that’s a greeting, I love. “Her hand covers mine and together we roll her breast as she rises on tip toe to kiss my lips. It’s so soft and sensuous that everything else around me disappears.

  Derek inserts himself between Mason and I and speaks in a hushed voice close to Carrie and me “Oh wow! I love this place already.”

  Carrie eases back and smiles at him. She turns to me once more and places her hand on the small of my back, rising to whisper in my ear. “I want to continue this later.”

  Her breath on my ear is hot and moist, just like the effect her words have on my pussy. I’m in a daze when she steps away and sits down again. She pulls the chair next to her out, and motions for me to sit beside her.

  “Looks like I lost my spot. Mason, Derek, have a seat here and I’ll shift down the table.” Josh touches the two empty chairs beside the one where I sit and takes a seat closer to the others.

  I glance at the couples sitting there, notice their welcoming smiles, how sexy they all are. Any butterflies fluttering their wings in my tummy are silenced.

  “Everyone! This is Anna, her husband Mason and their friend Derek.” Josh’s arm extends, indicating us. “Now for the hard part. I wish I had name tags.”

  His hand sweeps to the woman sitting next to him, a blond lady with the bluest eyes and porcelain complexion, wearing a black lace top and velvet choker. “This is Sylvia,” His hand moves to the man sitting next to her.”And her husband Byron.”

  Oh my God, he could be a double for Antonio Banderos! Talk about hooded, bedroom eyes looking at me like he’s already fucking me, knows that nibbling my neck while pushing deep into my G spot would make me melt into a gooey mess. Oh yes.

  From the corner of my eye, I see Josh continuing, but I’m still spellbound by Byron, a guy who’s easily in his fifties. Do I have Daddy issues? I tear my gaze away and see the guy next to Byron—“Keith, Dani’s husband.”

  He must have played football in college from the width of his shoulders and neck. His smile is contagious and I just know he’s got a great sense of humor as well as a rugged handsome face.

  “This is Dani. And of course you know Carrie.” Josh finishes the introductions and takes a large swallow of his drink.

  “Nice to meet you Anna, Mason and Derek. It’s your first time here?” Dani leans forward and extends her hand to each of us. She’s also blond, with Kewpie doll red lips, high cheekbones and the D cup breasts, spilling over the top of a hot pink dress. Is having a set of D’s mandatory at this club? It seems that most of the women are well endowed.

  Before I have a chance to answer, Mason pipes up. “Yes, we’d heard about it and had to see for ourselves. I can’t believe how sexy everyone is! And friendly.”

  “It’s funny you know, the sex is fabulous of course, but the friendships formed…That’s the amazing part for me.” Dani’s eyes open wide and she shakes her head, causing a lock of hair to brush her cheek.

  “Getting naked and intimate with people…I guess that has to bring you close on all levels.” Carrie leans over the table aiming her remark at Mason but her hand drifts to my thigh.

  “So you three play together? Is that your thing?”

  I look at Keith. His face shows only curiosity, no judgment. Even so, I’ve read that male bi-sexuality isn’t celebrated at swingers’ clubs the way girl on girl action is. “It’s every woman’s dream—two hot and horny guys always ready.”

  “You have to be a good girl and share the bounty, Anna.” Sylvia laughs and continues.” Just kidding, of course. No one has to do anything they don’t want to here. And as far as being a good girl…personally, I have a great time being bad.”

  “I like bad girls. Especially when they come in a package like yours.” Derek nudges Sylvia with his shoulder and grins.

  “Oooo…I like this guy.” I notice her hand leave the table and from the angle of her arm, I know she’s stroking Derek’s thigh.

  I watch for a moment and feel happy for him. I’m not jealous of him flirting and maybe even fucking Sylvia, the way I thought I would, earlier. They’d both have a great time. I just hope that I can watch.

  “Sylvia’s right. No one has to do anything that’s out of their comfort zone. A lot of people never go beyond soft swinging and that’s okay.” Byron holds me captive in his eyes and I feel my face grow warm. Does he feel the attraction too? It’s almost a relief when he turns his gaze to Mason.

  “Okay, soft swing where a couple has sex next to another couple fucking. I got that. But what about touching or kissing the partner of the other couple—not actually fucking?”

  I glance at Mason and my jaw drops for a moment. He’s thinking of my reaction of him with another woman. God knows both of us have been totally turned on watching each other have sex with Derek. But another woman in the picture?

  Am I ready to go there? Tonight? We had agreed to a soft swing, maybe ME with another woman…but Mason with another woman?

  “Baby steps. If you both are interested but not sure how you’ll actually handle it, then take it slow. For example, Mason dances with Dani, close and sexy. Maybe kisses her and feels her up. You watch and see how it makes you feel, Anna. Mason, you need to keep touching base with Ann
a.” Byron sits back and takes a long sip of his drink.

  His eyes meet mine over the rim of the glass and once more a thrill of pleasure swells through my labia. I’ve got to dance with him, feel his body next to mine. Is this something I have to run by Mason and Sylvia?

  A song that I like starts to play and I turn to Mason. “Can we dance?”

  “Sure Babe, I was just about to ask you.” He stands and takes my hand, leads me through the swell of sexy people to the edge of the dance floor.

  It’s a slow song and we snuggle close, watching the dancers next to us. A couple sways to the beat, her long dark hair swishing across her back as their pelvis meet and rock together. He’s blond, clean cut in dark trousers and light shirt, even wears a tie. His hands cup the cheeks of her ass, tug the tight short skirt up revealing the crease and swell of her cheeks. When we turn, I notice her hand slither between them and end up rubbing his crotch.

  Mason holds me tighter still and thrusts his hips into me, the hard-on rubbing into my tummy. “Anna, this is so hot. And Carrie’s friends…wow.”

  “Would you like to try what Byron suggested? Dance with one of the women and kiss them, dance sexy with them? Just to see how I take it?”

  He holds me away for a few moments, looking straight in my eyes. “Are you serious? You’d be okay with that? If you are… then, well…sure.”

  I grin at him and place my hand on his cock. Oh yeah, it’s even harder now. “Which one would you like to fuck?”

  “Oh Jesus Anna, all of them! YOU especially.” He pumps into my hand.

  “Good answer.” I give his dick a squeeze. “Seriously. Which one first?”

  “Promise you won’t be mad?” He slows to a halt, holding me, looking into my eyes.

  “Promise.” I pause for a second and then blurt. “I want to fuck Byron.”

  “What? He’s a lot older than you. But yeah, I get it. He’s pretty good looking.” He pulls me close again and strokes my back, murmurs into my ear. “I’d do Dani, in a heartbeat.”