by Mia Moore
The bartender was back with the drinks. He settled up and downed the first one in two gulps. He picked up the other two to take back to the table, weaving his way through the throng of half naked women and their guys. More than a few women gave him the once over with their eyes as he passed. Yeah, he was dressed for the club. Pleated black pants that were snug but not too tight and a tailored white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. That was one of the things he’d noted in his previous visits. It was not only the women who dressed in their sexiest clothes but men also shed the jeans and casual look.
At the table, Erica was sitting next to Sherri, the two women’s heads close and talking low. When Sherri’s eyes flashed at him and they stopped, it was apparent that he’d been the subject of conversation. But when Erica looked at him, it didn’t matter. Her face was shining from the inside. He put the round on the table.
The DJ had slowed the mix down and the opening notes of Eric Clapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight’ began. If that wasn’t apropos, nothing was. He popped his eyebrows at Erica and held out his hand. She took his hand and floated out of her chair. Hand in hand they headed to the floor, just a few feet away.
She melted into his arms, and he tucked his head down on top of hers, inhaling the aroma of her hair. His hands roamed over her back and down to cup the cheeks of her delicious ass as he bent to nuzzle her neck. She snuggled in close rubbing her tummy against the bulge in his crotch before slipping her hand on it and giving him a gentle squeeze.
Oh God.,. He wanted her so much, he could fuck her right there. His hand tugged at the hem of her dress, pulled it up and slid his hand back down to touch her bare skin, lower still, till his fingers rested near her opening. When her fingers curled around his cock as much as his pants would allow, he reached lower from behind, now touching the already damp fold of her pussy lip and fleshy opening.
Erica turned her face into his and they kissed, lips barely grazing each other’s as their tongues danced together. It was turning him on to no end, conscious of the other couples nearby, yet devoted to this kiss. He had never in his life danced in public like this. The thought struck him that he had never danced with Erica before this.
The song changed to a faster beat and Sherri appeared next to them. Her hand snaked around Erica’s waist, turning her around to face her, Erica’s ass and back still tight against his body. He put his hands on her hips, moving his own into hers in time to Peter Gabriel’s ‘Sledgehammer’.
Sherri leaned in to kiss Erica, her hands sliding down her chest and ending on her waist, just above his hands. He watched as Erica’s hands stroked Sherri’s chest, squeezing and fondling her breasts
The three of them swayed in time to the beat for a few moments before he stepped to the side to get a better view of them. Erica now stepped into Sherri, sliding one hand down to hold her ass while the other had pulled Sherri’s breast from the top of the dress and was tweaking the hard nipple between her fingers, her eyes darting from it to Sherri’s eyes before she leaned in and took it between her lips while Sherri stroked the back of her head.
He watched the women mesmerized. This was such a fucking turn on. A hand on his arm caused his head to turn and there was Sylvia, swaying in time to the music, smiling up at him. His hand went around her waist and he moved in time to the beat with her. Electrofunk club music was throbbing now and the dance floor was crowded, bodies jostling against them, everyone caught up in the beat
Erica and Sherri turned and joined into the dance he and Sylvia were sharing, Erica standing behind him, running her hands up and down his chest and then lower to stroke his cock through his pants while Sherri had one arm over Sylvia’s shoulder and the other on his. Fuck. He had half naked women all over him! Living the dream, Buckley… living the dream.
When the dance ended he took Erica by the hand and led her back to the table. She looked like she could have danced another but he needed a drink and to cool down. He sat next to Sherri while Erica stood, leaning and half-sitting on his lap.
“What do you think Buckley? Having a good time?” Sherri placed her hand just above his knee, her eyes twinkling at him.
“Great. That was some dance with you and Sylvia. Very sexy.” He could get into this. He returned Sherri’s smile, noting her full lips and high cheekbones before glancing at Richard. How was he taking this?
And Richard was watching the exchange intently. He gestured at his wife. “She’s a fireball, Buckley.” He chuckled and nodded at the other women at the table, then spread his arms. “Actually, they all are. I don’t know, but something happens here that you won’t see in any other kind of nightclub, man.” He continued, “It’s a good thing Erica had you covered or she would have had her hands down your pants. Ya got to watch the horny MILFs Buckley.” Richard raised his glass in a silent toast, flitting his eyes to regard Sherri with appreciation.
“Okay, got that.” Buckley joined him, raising his own glass and looking at Sherri. Erica had said that they’d be doing a soft swing. Well he knew what that meant from his reading, but would they be next to Sherri and Richard later? He looked around the table. Actually being next to any of the couples would be hot.
He pulled Erica close and whispered in her ear. “When do we go to the playroom?”
She turned into him and placed her hand on his crotch. Her nose was touching his when she answered. “Anytime you want.”
“I’ll drink to that.” He raised his drink and drained it and watched as she did the same.
“See you guys back there.” She hopped off his lap and led the way to the play area.
Chapter 30
They stopped in the locker area and removed their clothing, smiling and watching one another. Erica scooped two fresh towels from a baker’s rack filled with them and handed one to him. She giggled like a school girl when he draped his across his waist, his hard cock making a tent. God, he wanted her.
Watching the bottom of the towel where it rested just above the crease where her ass met her legs as she walked into the play area was driving him wild. They passed a round king sized bed near the centre of the room and went over to a series of beds terraced at different levels. An erotic ‘Stairway To Heaven’ if ever he saw one.
The playroom was suffused with an amber glow. It was soft, dark enough to create a mood but bright enough to see one another and any other couples. The room was empty aside from a couple on the bed across the room. A man was sitting on the edge of it while his wife or girlfriend knelt before him, sucking his cock in long, slow strokes.
They dropped their towels and Buckley lay on the bed. Before joining him, Erica drew a thin curtain shut around them. Now it was just them—the moment he’d been longing for.
She turned to him and snuggled into his body, her beautiful face reaching to kiss him. He pulled her higher and kissed her long and deep, his tongue exploring her mouth, tongue, lips—he couldn’t get enough of her. As if missing her hadn’t been enough she’d purposely aroused him, with some help from her friends.
He’d better slow down and focus on her first. God, if he were to enter her right now, it’d be over in two minutes. This was something to savor, kiss every inch of her body.
His hand drifted to her breast and he rolled it in his hand, squeezing and then holding the puckered, hard nipple between his fingers. He broke off the kiss to bend and circle his tongue around it, take it into his mouth to suckle and nibble. Her spicy perfume filled his nostrils, along with her woman smell. She was as horny as he was…
Her head dropped backward and she moaned holding him close to her breast, arching her chest outward to give more of herself to him. His tongue trailed down the hollow between her ribcage, the skin like satin. When he reached the slight mound of her mons, he shifted his body to lie between her outstretched legs, his face close to her pussy. He lifted her legs at the knee and pushed them up and towards her chest so her pussy was spread out before him, her clit, lips and opening a banquet to ravish.
He placed the tip
of his tongue on her clit and felt her body respond, her legs spreading more, her breath a ragged hiss in her throat. With tantalizing slowness, his tongue licked the underside up to the top, then swirling to the side to repeat this again. God, she was so turned on, her ass was trembling, her voice a soft, yearning mewl. She needed it as bad as he did! That realization was like a spur to his raging libido.
He slid a couple of fingers into her tight, slippery opening, still teasing her clit with his tongue but faster now till he was lapping at it, sucking it between his lips. She arched her chest up, off the mattress, her hands clutching the top of his head, pulling him hard onto her.
“Yes, Buckley…right there…don’t stop… oh shit don’t stop!” Her words were rasping and spurred him on, his fingers fucking in and out of her, feeling her muscles clamp down, her hot cream ooze onto his fingers as she bucked her hips into his mouth, riding the wave of pleasure that cascaded through her body.
He couldn’t take it any longer; he’d waited long enough. He rose up on his knees and edged toward her, her pussy still spread, waiting for him. His hand grasped his shaft, swollen to almost bursting. He rubbed it along her pussy lips to her clit before placing it on her opening and thrusting into her. Oh God, she was so wet and tight, her muscles still spasming, clenching him. He thrust deep into her again and again, his balls contracted and the first spurt of semen shot from his full cock, deep almost to her belly it seemed. Again he spurted when she rolled her hips under him, milking his cock with her muscles.
“Erica…oh God, this is good.” One final thrust, eyes squeezed shut he grunted and his hips jerked back. “Sorry I was so fast… but woman, you had me so turned on!”
His arms were trembling, supporting his weight so as not to crush her. He collapsed and rolled over onto the other side of her, leaving a drizzle of their cum across her thighs.
His arm went over his head, bent at the elbow, hand resting on his forehead, lying beside her, their gasping breath heaving in tandem.
“That was the best yet. I needed that…I needed YOU, Buckley.” She exhaled loudly through her pursed lips.
“Yeah. The best.” He rolled over onto his side, headed propped up on his bent arm, grinning at her. “Now what?”
“What do you mean, ‘now what’? Isn’t that enough for at least five minutes? Give my poor bruised pussy time to recover.” She turned to face him and leaned in to kiss his lips, drawing his thick flesh in between hers.
“I mean, here.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
She looked at him blankly for a few moments and then a grin spread across her mouth. “Oh. I get it. You want to see what everyone out there is doing.” She rolled over and rose up on her knees to draw the curtain back, pausing a moment before sitting back on her haunches.
“Hi you guys,” she said, “we thought you’d never get here.”
He sat up, and took a place behind her, noticing Sherri and Richard, the other two couples trailing after them, on their way to the beds next to them.
Sherri stepped up on the bed and walked towards Erica, reaching for her and giving her a warm kiss. “Would you two like to join in or are you going to be voyeurs?”
“It’s soft swing for us tonight. You don’t mind if we watch you though?” Erica’s hand had drifted to Sherri’s breast, teasing the nipple up, from under the towel.
“Watch away.” Sherri turned and sunk down onto the bed next to Byron, removing her towel on she did.
Holy shit! He was about to watch a full blown orgy, so close to it that he could almost feel their breath on his skin. Despite the fact that he’d just had a mind blowing orgasm, his dick was getting hard again. He pulled Eric to him, so that she was sitting between his thighs, his arms around her waist and breasts.
“This is wild.” Whispering, his lips brushed the fold of her ear.
She turned her head. “Like it?”
“Are you kidding? This is every guy’s fantasy, especially while holding a hot babe in his arms.”
Her hand snaked behind her and reached for his cock, giving it a squeeze. “I can tell.”
Chapter 31
This was straight out of a porn movie. On the bed next to Sherri and Byron, Sylvia was kneeling in front of Josh, running her hands up and down his cock and dipping her head to take him deep into her throat. She rose up higher on her knees and placed his cock between her breasts, pressing them together around it, easing up and down forming a tunnel of flesh for him. Josh was getting in to it, bending his knees and thrusting hips up and into the groove, fucking her tits as she tucked her chin to her chest, reaching with her tongue to lick the tip each time it protruded from her tits.
Meanwhile next to them, Carrie was on her hands and knees, Richard behind her, taking long, slow strokes into her twat. Whenever he was deep, Carrie bucked back against his groin, causing her breasts to jiggle.
Pre-cum oozing from his thick cock made Erica’s hand slide sensuously over his knob as Buckley watched the scene.
His eyes shifted to watch Sherri and Byron. Facing him and Erica, she was sitting on Byron’s lap, her ass impaled on his cock. At the same time, Byron was inserting a vibrator into her pussy, fucking her cunt with it in rhythm with his cock entering her asshole. Sherri’s hands were squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples hard between her fingers.
Erica raised herself up and over and bent to take his glistening knob between her lips, her small pink tongue forming a spear, trying to enter the slit on the top, sucking and licking pre-cum from him. God, the sight of her mouth on him, now sliding down, inch by inch after watching the other couples was almost too much. When Erica began to bob fast on his cock, he reached to touch her head.
“Slow baby…I want this one to last. This is so fucking hot.” His voice was low and he smiled and stroked her hair when her eyes met his.
Sherri was writhing on top of Byron as he bucked into her but now Carrie’s hands were working the vibrator. Richard was still deep inside her, but Carrie was now lying on her side, her upper body propped up on her elbow while the other hand pleasured Sherri.
And Josh and Sylvia had moved closer as well. Sylvia was now lying on the other side of Sherri, her head next to Sherri’s hip, while Josh’s head was on her pussy, tongue extended and flicking across her clit as he finger fucked her.
God, the moans and slapping of flesh, of people next to him fucking and sucking was becoming too much. His hand went onto Erica’s head, grasping at her scalp. He urged her down on his cock, his hips thrusting into her mouth, faster and faster as his breath became a pant between his lips. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them and squeezing them, while her other hand stroked his shaft along with her mouth.
“Yes…that’s right baby…you suck it…take it all in.” With a shudder, his legs muscles contracted along with his balls. He shot another load! Holy shit, he’d never recovered this fast before in his life! One spurt went deep into her throat. And then another. Oh my God, he was still coming, his body arching forward. His thighs trembled with the pleasure overload as he spasmed, emptying into his Erica’s greedy mouth.
She continued to suck him for a few moments as he clenched his eyes in the aftershocks. Opening them, he watched as her mouth lifted from his cock, already beginning to soften from the intensity of the orgasm. A thin thread of cum trailed from her lips to the head of his cock. When she rose and almost fell into his arms, he could taste his seed on her lips. They kissed until the sound of women orgasming nearby, broke their concentration.
They turned to watch. Both Sherri and Sylvia were writhing, moaning, caught up in a tornado of lust. And it wasn’t long before Carrie and Richard joined them.
Buckley put his arms around Erica and pulled her body next to his, both of them lying on the bed. “Oh baby, this was hot. Lying here next to you, after sex like that, is awesome.”
“Does that mean you’ve changed your mind about Swingers? And truthfully Buckley, the main thing is us. If this is your first and last time doing this st
uff, I’m good with that. As long as we’re together.” Her hand stroked the firm muscles of his abdomen.
“Are you kidding? No way. This was fun tonight.” He was silent for a moment, stroking her soft hair. “But the best thing about tonight was you and me.”
Episode 4: Time To Say Goodbye
Chapter 32
It was Monday afternoon when Buckley jumped into the unmarked car at the start of his shift. Pennington was behind the wheel, looking at him sideways.
“What the hell were you doing this weekend, Timmy?” he asked. “You sure as hell don’t look like a guy back at work on a Monday, man.”
Yeah, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if you put a gun to his head. He looked over at his partner, eyebrows raised. “What’s the matter with you, a man can’t have a good weekend?”
“You were with that sex kitten Erica, weren’t you?”
Buckley just nodded smiling.
“Annnd?”
“It’s all good, man, it’s all good.”
“She take you to an orgy or something? What’d you guys do?”
Buckley busied himself settling into the car for the shift. He filled out the top of his notebook—date, time, weather conditions, who’s driving, yadda yadda. Sure he was delaying. He didn’t know how to explain to his partner that these orgies are a lot more than that—he and Erica spent Saturday night with her friends having sex just with each other, and watched her friends go at it like a bunch of horny jack rabbits. After they went back to her place, they barely got out of bed until she had to go to work this morning.
“Uhhh… we got busy…”
“Busy? That’s it? You got ‘busy’?