by Mia Moore
His fingers slide inside me and roll back and forth. It’s so erotic to kneel on my hands and knees, exposed to his touch, ready for his command. The fact that he continues, fucking my slippery hole with his fingers, sliding them over my clit…Makes me wait, fills me with wicked craving for his cock. I want to scream ‘fuck me’ but I moan instead.
“Tell me, Anna. What do you want?” Again his voice is low, hoarse, a rumble in his throat.
I hear his desire, feel the heat of his body so close to mine.
“Fuck me. Really hard and brutal.” I want to be taken, ravished.
“What’s the magic word, little girl?” His fingers slide in and out and his thumb slides to my asshole, presses it.
“Please, please fuck me.” It’s a whimper born of lust and hunger. He’s not only fucking my cunt; he’s fucking with my mind. Never before, have I begged for it. Tears well in my eyes while my cunt releases hot wetness.
When he raises, thighs brushing against the back of my legs and holds his cock at my opening, I gasp and bite my lower lip. I’m braced, ready for his thick shaft to invade the softness of my inner walls.
Instead, he slides his cock down, agonizingly, slowly to my clit and up again. Oh God, past my aching hole…presses it against my asshole. Oh Jesus, just stick it in me. Anywhere.
“UH..uh…” A guttural growl rolls from my throat when he thrusts into my cunt. My aching, needy hole. His fingers dig into the pillows of my ass, pulling me back hard as he pumps deep.
I knew sex with Byron would be hot. This is WAY better than I would ever have dreamed.
“Squeeze it, little girl. Clamp down. You may play with your clit but you can’t come until I tell you.”
My eyes shut tight; every muscle in my body tenses as I obey.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He pumps into me and breaks his grip on my ass long enough to slap it.
My hand flies to my clit and I finger myself, riding the edge, almost ready to explode in an orgasm.
He pumps into me like a jackhammer, hard and fast, grunts his pleasure.
“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that… Come for me, Anna.”
A tsunami of raw lust kidnaps my body, as hot, thick cum explodes inside me. My legs tremble and I grasp the sheet in my hand, head thrown back, soft mewls mixed with ‘please, please’ escaping my lips. His hand fists my hair as he pumps one final spurt deep inside.
“Holy fuck, Anna. I’ve never seen you come like that.” Mason is beside me, his hand stroking my arm.
I feel the bed depress and turn to see Dani kneeling beside Byron. “You wily, fucking fox.” She kisses his mouth. “You always know, don’t you?”
“Of course.” His cock slides out and he flops onto the bed beside me. I collapse, landing almost on top of him.
Dani shifts her attention to Mason, puts her arm around his shoulder and kisses his ear.
He places his hand on her arm and turns his head. “What did you mean, he always knows? Knows what?”
She slides away and sits on the bed, close to where my head lies. Her hand strokes my cheek and her gaze is soft looking into my eyes. “Byron’s got a kind of radar. If you have a secret fantasy, he somehow cues in on it. My guess is that Anna likes to be dominated, likes it a little rough.”
I watch her as Byron strokes my head, like I’m his pet or something. I like that he’s older—it’s a turn on, I never knew before. As for the dominance…she’s right. It was a new kind of hotness.
“Would you and Mason like to visit Sylvia and me? We throw parties that are quite wild. Would you like to come?” His voice once more seduces me.
“Yes, please.”
The End of Book 2
Episode 3 Too Much of A Good Thing… IS GREAT!
Chapter 1
“I’m still totally smoked by how awesome that was. If anyone had told me two months ago I’d be watching my husband fuck a woman as hot as you and I’d actually be happy, I’d have said they were doing cheap drugs.”
Dani’s probably about eight years older than Mason and I…I’d guess forty, maybe forty-two but she’s in great shape and pretty as hell. It’s no surprise that he’d picked her of all the women at the table earlier to bust our cherry in the lifestyle. I can’t resist putting my hand on her leg and stroking it.
“Yeah, it’s a strange dynamic in some ways. Instead of being jealous, you actually enjoy it.” Her hand flutters in the air. “I don’t know, I think it’s that, it’s a shared experience, which brings you closer.” Her blue eyes sparkle as she pats my hand and then finishes the drink in front of her.
This is confusing…Plus I would never go along with Mason being with another woman if I wasn’t right next to him. “But you and Bryon were with US…Your husband and Sylvia were in another area…?”
“We’ve been in the lifestyle a long time and we’re all really good friends. Normally we play together, but tonight was special for you and Mason.”
“Actually, you honored us when you chose to be with us. Your first time…” Byron’s gaze rolls from Mason to me. “Not your last time, I’m sure.”
The special bond between us shines in Mason’s eyes as he reaches across the table and softly traces the back of his fingers over my cheek. “What do you say, Anna? Think we’ll become regulars?”
My heart swells with love for him and awe of this wonderful evening. “For sure.” I pull his hand to my lips, and kiss the palm.
I glance at the doorway which leads to the playroom. “Derek must be having a great time with your wife, Byron.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it. Sylvia is incredible and she’s attracted to your friend.” His eyebrow arches and he looks at Mason. “What’s the thing with you guys?”
Mason glances at me quickly before he turns to Byron and answers. “We’re friends and he’s going through a divorce. We asked him to join us in a threesome to add some spice to our sex life.”
“YOU asked him.” I shake my head and turn to Dani. “Has Keith ever asked you to dress slutty, then take you to a strip joint and secretly arranged a pick-up with his friend?”
“No, but it sounds like fun.” She grins and winks at Mason.
“It was and I have no regrets. Derek is a great guy and fun in bed. The only bone of contention was that I didn’t know.” I smile at Mason to let him know, I’m over it.
“Communication. Hmm…” Byron smiles and turns to the doorway.
Sylvia and Derek are entering the bar area and from the looks of it, she’s really taken a round out of him. He’s grinning but his hair is disheveled and he’s not nearly as spritely as when he went in there.
She slips her arm over Byron’s shoulder and kisses his cheek. “Did you have fun, my love?”
He casually strokes her ass, and pulls her into the vacant chair next to him. “Always. Anna’s a good lover and I don’t think Dani has any complaints with Mason.”
Derek flops into the chair next to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Wow! I love this place.”
Sylvia beams and turns her gaze to me. “And you, Anna? I trust that my wily old fox didn’t disappoint?”
I open my mouth to reply but Mason beats me to it.
“Are you kidding? He had Anna so hot, she mewled like a kitten.” He turns to Byron. “How’d you do that buddy? That’s a side of her I’ve never seen.”
“Me either and I’ve seen a lot of her sides.” Derek leans back and looks down my back, grinning. “I particularly like her backside.”
My eyes are drawn to Byron once more, meeting his sexy bedroom eyes and the small smile.
“I just fucked with her largest sex organ—the mind. The fact that I’m older, experienced played into a fantasy of hers.”
There is a flutter in my stomach as I fall into his eyes. “Yeah, but…I wasn’t even aware I had that fantasy. Believe me, being dominated is totally not me.” My head falls to the side as I watch him.
“Maybe not consciously and maybe it’ll never happen again. But tonight you wanted it.” Byron tak
es a sip of his drink and scans my face over the rim of the glass.
He made me come like thunder yet still the way he looks at me sends a thrill to my clit. And he knows it, from the smile on his lips.
“Hey guys. I guess we’re the last ones huh?” Carrie appears and rubs Dani’s shoulders before sitting down next to her. She’s still energetic even though she’s just spent the last hour fucking two men.
Keith and Josh amble in after, and almost fall into the last two chairs.
“Soooo…how’d it go?” Carrie’s dark eyes sparkle, looking from Mason and back to me.
“Great. We can’t wait to come back.” Mason answers and from the way he looks at her, I can tell she’s next on his agenda.
I watch the interplay and smile. From our dance earlier, it’s not just Mason she’d like to be with.
Chapter 2
“Are you and Mason going to Sylvia’s party on Friday? She told me that she invited you.” Carrie pulls back on the handles of the rowing machine, gritting her teeth in the effort.
“For sure.” I look across from the machine next to her, determined to give the last few pulls my everything.
When I finish, I get up and stand, watching her while I catch my breath. Every time she pulls back, the position of her arms presses the sides of her breasts, forcing them together and up, despite the constraint of the sports bra. A memory of her in the loose cowl-neck dress, her breasts free just barely covered by the chiffon type fabric, flashes in my mind--how I couldn’t stop my hands from cupping them and feeling the firmness of her nipples.
Will I be able to control myself later, in the sauna, especially if there’s no one else in there? I probably won’t have that choice. Sheila has been watching us like hawks, waiting for the work-out to finish and for the three of us to go to dinner.
Carrie finishes the last of the routine on the rowing machine and when she stands up, she puts her arm around my waist. “Glad you’re not a sore loser. What was that you said when we made the bet? Oh yeah, sirloin steak. THAT’S, what I think I’ll order tonight.”
“I kind of wish it was just the two of us going, you know? There’re a million things I want to ask you about Sylvia’s party.” I look across the gym and see Sheila edging away from another personal trainer, finishing whatever conversation they’d been having.
Carrie looks up, her eyes almost completely shielded by dark bangs and glances away towards Sheila. “Let’s have lunch together on Thursday. We’ll talk then. Sheila’s been looking forward to this dinner. It’d be a shame to disappoint her after all her hard work with us.”
My head jerks back and I look towards the doorway at this comment. From the sound of it, Sheila’s never made any move on Carrie. That’s hard to believe when Carrie’s so pretty and sexually liberated. But then again, maybe she did and Carrie set a limit—not interested, just friends.
So did that make me special, to Carrie? She’d obviously been attracted to me at the swinger club. Or was it just the atmosphere there—everyone super-sexed up? The last couple of times we’d worked out in the gym, she’d never made any sexual references. We were like any two friends working out together.
“Hey, you two. Finished? Sorry about your luck in the bet, Anna. I tried my best to help you and it was so close—just one pound.” Sheila places her hand on my shoulder falling in step with Carrie and me. “Let me treat you to dessert. I spent the morning and a full bottle of brandy, making a berry trifle. It’s to die for.”
Carrie leans across my body and smiles at Sheila “Wow. That sounds yummy. But, I can’t stay late. Josh is at home and I’d like to spend some time with him. Plus, it’s a work night.”
“That’s okay. I understand.” Sheila smiles but there’s a trace of disappointment in her voice. “I’ve got to check in with the front desk. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you in the change room.” She glances at Carrie and bounds across the floor, disappearing ahead of us into the hallway.
I know Carrie’s attracted to me and she also knows about me in the sauna with Sheila. Even so, she just made it pretty clear that if Sheila has other plans for après dessert, she’s not up for it. “I really shouldn’t stay late either.” I put it out there hoping she’ll comment.
She stops and places her hand on my arm. “Look, I try not to judge people. I know what’s on Sheila’s mind and I don’t want to be part of it. When I play, Josh has got to be there, period. It’d be too much like cheating otherwise.”
The scene with Sheila in the sauna flashes in my mind and my face becomes hot. I stare at Carrie, totally at a loss for words. This whole sexual awakening, and my curiosity about bi-sexuality… I exhale slowly, feeling my body sink into the floor along with my breath. If that had happened with a guy—NO, I wouldn’t have even considered it.
“We’ll have lunch and talk. I really like you, Anna. The lifestyle is actually quite simple for me—it’s about Josh and me. That may not be what it is for you and if that’s the case, go for it.”
Her hand drops and we continue on to the change room. “I DID tell Mason,” I said. “He thought it was hot. He wasn’t upset or anything.” But if I’d done that with a guy, he sure as hell would have been.
“Great. Maybe that’s part of your dynamic and it works for you guys.” She opens the door to the change room and holds it for me to enter. “As long as you’re both happy, that’s what’s important.”
“Agreed. Still…you’ve given me something to think about.” I wander to my locker and pull the tank top up and over my head.
“Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt your head.” She follows this with a snort and dodges the sweaty top I fling at her.
We grin at each other and turn when the door opens.
Sheila appears and places her hands on her hips, her head down and mouth pulled to the side in a frown. “Sorry gals. The person who was supposed to cover this evening called in sick. I’m not going to be able to make dinner after all.”
“That’s too bad.” Carrie and I answer in unison.
The relief that spreads through my stomach is a surprise. I guess I don’t have much thinking to do on this issue. For any bi-sexual adventures in the future, my husband will be with me.
****
With Shiela bailing on us, I took Carrie to The Grizzly Grill for her reward steak dinner.
“You actually climbed a tree to see what goes on at their parties? Oh my god, you’re crazier than me.” I laugh before sitting back and taking a sip of wine. Carrie is petite and athletic. A picture of her scurrying up a tree, limb to limb and trying to get a line on Sylvia’s backyard makes me giggle again.
“Josh was ready to kill me for doing it. I’m not sure if he was embarrassed or worried I could have slipped and hurt myself. He’s a worry wart sometimes, but I adore him.” She grins and leans forward, glances around at the tables next to ours, and her voice lowers. “The first time we went, we were completely blown away. There was never any pressure, and that’s important. Still,we pretty much jumped in with both feet anyway— kind of like you and Mason at the club.”
“But don’t people ever get jealous? I admit, seeing Mason kiss Dani was hard at first. Maybe I equate kissing with romance and that’s between Mason and me?” My eyebrows draw together as I watch her. She’s been in the lifestyle a while. Surely, not everyone takes to it.
“Jealousy happens, sometimes. But it’s usually when the couple aren’t in sync to start with. You know, the guy wants to get laid and talks her into going. He ogles and is all turned on and she just keeps getting more and more angry, till she storms out. Swinging isn’t something you want to do unless your marriage and communication are solid.” Carrie looks down at the glass of wine between her hands.
I can get that. Look how pissed I was when I found out about Mason and his porn. He was jerking off looking at pics and videos of other women, and that threatened me. I shake my head— and yet at the club, watching him did turn me on. Eventually anyway.
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“What about Byron? He’s older, yet I was so attracted to him. That’s not like me. I don’t think… Maybe it IS.” My head tilts and I scowl. “My Dad died when I was twelve. Cancer. Do you think I may have ‘Daddy’ issues?”
“Who cares?”
“Well— ”
She shrugged. “Well, really. I mean, who cares why you like older guys.”
I hold up my hand for a second. “I didn’t realize I did until Byron!” I scan the room. “But now, after him… guys look different to me now, sort of.” I nod towards the bar. “I mean, look at that guy over there in the bomber jacket. He’s fifty if he’s a day… and now, after Byron… I wonder…”
Carrie bursts out laughing. “You sound like Josh! He was with a woman who had to be twenty years older than him at least at a club up in Canada, and now he checks out all women, regardless of age!”
I lean in, my voice a whisper. “But I never thought about guys that old before!”
“And now you do. ‘Daddy Issues?’” She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I think you just found that older guys can be hot too.”
That makes sense and I nod. I never had any fantasies about my father or his friends. I finish the glass of wine and top up our glasses. I’m going to have to leave my car downtown and take a cab home. But fuck it—I’m really enjoying the evening with Carrie. I’ll figure the car thing out tomorrow.
“At any rate Anna, Byron’s sexy as hell. That much I’ll swear to. But then again, so is Sylvia. Your friend had a good time with her, right?”
“Derek.” I shake my head and smile. “He’s such a great guy. I feel sorry that he’s going through this divorce. But he’s not likely to meet anyone at these parties or the club.” Part of me wants him to find the right girl and be happy like Mason and I, yet I know I’d miss him if she turned out to be vanilla.
“Not unless he lucks out with a Unicorn. They’re rare and the last one I met, Erika, is going out with a cop now. They’re pretty tight.” Carrie stares off and smiles for a moment. “I’m glad you and Mason are coming on Friday. You’re both nice, not to mention hot as hell.” Her head bows and she peers at me through thick lashes, a suggestive smile on her lips.