by Mia Moore
“ Ohhhh…” Maggie’s voice.
Oh Jesus. The sound of her lust, only twelve feet away, separated only by a wall…it was too much. My hand stroked faster, gripped my shaft firmly, twisting my wrist on the upward stroke…oh God, it was Maggie…her tight cunt around my cock…like it was sucking on me…
My heart pounded, hand flying up and down as I fell into her, deeper and deeper…Phil standing nearby watching…her begging for more….
The hot lust in my cock that had started when she appeared naked, erupted from me in hard, delicious spurts of ecstasy. Eyes shut, lips parted, gasping as my hand coaxed every drop, every hot, slippery, atom to shoot onto my stomach. I gasped a final hard breath and stopped.
White viscous globs of cum pooled in my naval, threaded across my abdomen. Holy shit, I’d been horny! I reached for the jeans next to the bed and managed to clean up my mess with the inside of one of the pant legs.
I cocked my ear and listened. They were still talking? My hand froze and I stared straight ahead. What if he was telling her about me, about the threesome?
To be continued in Book 2: Another Guest?
A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 2:
ANOTHER GUEST
Chapter 1: Maggie
No. I rolled over, determined to fall back into the dream. In it, I was on my hands and knees, a man poised behind me, his cock grazing over the flesh of my ass, sliding into the groove between my cheeks and down…down to press into my opening. A stranger at a party, a swinger party, where couples lolled on a bed, naked bodies and limbs intertwined, moans, the slapping of flesh—
A hand gripped my shoulder, shaking it, “Wake up, Maggie. It’s almost noon. Gus is in the kitchen making brunch. We let you sleep in, but it’s time to get up.”
I opened my eyes to see Phil smiling down at me. God. How could he look so fresh and bright-eyed after the night we had? I’d be lucky if I’d be able to walk today. I smiled, gazing into dark, laughing eyes, and the quirky, lopsided curl of his lips. Against the white golf shirt, his face was swarthy and smooth, arms even darker with a shroud of fine, black hair dusting them.
I threw the covers back and lowered my eyes to the crotch of his khaki shorts. My leg slid to the side of the bed as my tongue rolled slowly over my lower lip. Already, the bulge in his pants thickened in answer to my erotic invitation.
Soft, seductive words purred from my throat. “Come back to bed. Just a quickie. I had the sexiest dream and I need you.”
“Oh God, Maggie.” He moaned and reached down to fondle my breast, teasing the nipple erect with his thumbnail. “I can’t. It’s not just that Gus is out there with breakfast on the table. You wore me out last night.” He leaned over and kissed my lips, breathing the words into my mouth, “My little sex kitten. I think telling you about Gus, his threesomes and more-somes, got you fired up.”
My hand went behind his neck and I pulled him closer until my lips brushed the folds of his ear, gliding my tongue over the flesh before I whispered, “It got YOU hot, too.”
He pulled back grinning, his face now flushed, whether from his cock, which was now totally hard and tenting the shorts… or was it the prospect of carrying this further; I wasn’t sure.
A thrill of pleasure pulsed in my pussy at the decadence of the night before. I’m sure that Phil had fantasized during our raucous sex—fantasized that we were in some kind of swinger thing—just as I knew that the cock inside me, pounding me mercilessly, hadn’t belonged to my husband. It had been a sizzling, hot fuck and …different.
I sat up and sighed. But that was fantasyland—a safe playtime between Phil and me, our little secret fun. The real world was outside our bedroom door, cooking breakfast, actually. Gus’s experience in this milieu was exciting and interesting but didn’t belong in our world; I mean the real world. Phil and I had a great marriage and the sex was good. True, last night was different, thanks to hearing about Gus, but that was between me and my husband.
“Give me fifteen minutes. I need a shower.” I took the hand he offered and rose to my feet.
“He had his bag packed and was going to leave this morning.” Phil’s mouth was pulled to the side in a sad frown.
Phil’s words stopped me cold.
“What? I hope you told him—”
His hand rose, palm outward, nodding his head. “Yes. We’re good now. I hope that was okay?”
The sinking stone of disappointment in my limbs when Phil first spoke surprised me. But it was true; I didn’t want Gus to leave…not yet. I gave my head a shake and smiled.
He’d been such a jerk at first that I had hoped to wake up this morning to see him gone. But, after the fiasco of my appearing naked and then him covering me in a bath sheet, preserving my ‘modesty’, I had to admit, I was wrong about him. Gus was a decent guy, close to being a gentleman— never mind the fact that he was handsome as hell.
“Absolutely.” I turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom, calling over my shoulder, “I’m beginning to like him.”
Uh oh. My eyes opened wide and breath caught in my throat. I popped back, holding the doorframe in my fingers, “But don’t let on you’ve told me about his swinging thing.”
Phil gave me a thumbs up signal and left the room, on his way back to the kitchen.
Whew. As I showered I wondered what kind of women Gus did this with. I mean, did he have a type, like preferring blondes or redheads or would any sexy woman do? How did that work?
***
It was actually closer to a half hour later when I ambled into the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon overpowered the floral perfume I had splashed onto my breasts and throat. From the way Phil’s eyes widened and Gus’s mouth fell open, the extra care I had taken applying make-up and doing my hair wasn’t wasted. I pretended not to notice the guys’ eyes checking out the low neck, tight T-shirt and the shortness of the matching skirt.
Hell, I’d been fucked like a wanton slut for most of the night by my husband. I felt sexy and I’d be damned if I was going to hide that fact.
“Good morning!” I brushed by Gus, who stood facing me, butt propped against the counter top.
His gaze as I poured a coffee, made my skin tingle. Had Phil told him that I knew about his swinging thing? My cheeks became warm and my hand shook for a second or two before I took a deep breath to compose myself.
“You’re looking pretty good this morning.” He leaned close and inhaled loudly. “Smell pretty good too. What IS that perfume?”
Before I had a chance to reply, Phil spoke, “Tigress by Faberge.” He nuzzled into my neck, a soft growl in his throat.
Once more a shiver of pleasure skittered down my spine and into my pussy. Standing at the counter with Phil behind me, kissing my neck and Gus ogling me on the other side—it felt intimate. I swear, testosterone caressed my skin, and infused my body from the male arousal surrounding me. Both of them, leaning in at me… made me feel… powerful somehow.
“Tigress.” Gus’s breath was warm, a soft caress on my cheek. “It suits you, I think.”
I turned and our eyes met, locked for a few beats, but it seemed longer. He was wearing the same pants, except today I noticed the way they hugged his hips and more specifically the bulge to the right of the zipper. Even with my peripheral vision, I could see the lighter shade of blue outlining his fullness.
The strip of fabric between my legs became damp.
I smiled a ‘thanks’ and walked to the table, giving Phil’s hand a gentle squeeze before I left. When I took a seat at the table, I shifted in my chair to face them, crossing my legs, causing the tan colored denim to ride higher. Again, like the horn dogs guys can be, their gaze shifted to my legs and higher, trying to spy the white triangle of panties. I loved this.
Gus turned and scooped a few pieces of bacon from the paper towel where it had drained, and placed them on a plate. Scrambled eggs sat in a pan on the burner, and he added some to the plate. “So, what’ll we do today? It’s already hot outside.”
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p; Was there some suggestion in the tone of his voice? I watched him turn and saunter over to the table, to set the plate in front of me. “There’s toast already made but if you’d like a fresh slice, I don’t mind. What’s there is probably dried out and hard. Would you like a new piece?”
I swallowed and breath escaped my lungs in a whoosh. Why did he have to say ‘hard’ and ‘piece’? Sure, I’d crossed my legs and flashed some thigh but now, was he taunting me? He’d teased me yesterday, but nothing like this. Or was it me? Yesterday, I’d considered him crude but today…Oh God, my pussy, warm and wet, was weighing in.
“I like it…I mean THEM, hard.” I looked into his eyes and smiled—a closed lipped, suggestive one.
Phil’s head appeared over Gus’s shoulder, his eyes wide, and blinking fast. He’d never seen me act like this, a little flirty and dirty, except with him. To do this with Gus had obviously shocked him; maybe I’d better ease up.
I picked up my fork and began to eat, purposely avoiding any more eye contact with Gus. From the corner of my eye I saw him turn and go back to the counter. Now I had a clear view of Phil’s body and while his face might have looked shocked a moment ago, the bulge in his pants told another story.
He stepped over to me and pressed his erection against my shoulder for a moment. His voice was low when he looked down and spoke, “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re playing with fire here, Maggie.”
Was that a challenge? First Gus with the innuendos and now Phil’s outright threat? No, not a threat. Did he like this and this was his way of spurring me on?
He stepped to the side and took a seat next to me, waiting it seemed, for the next move in this game.
“Since it’s so hot today, I’m going to stay close to the pool.” I looked across the room at Gus, who was once more propped against the counter, that damned bulge in his pants drawing my eye, a look of pure devilment on his face. “Gus, do you need Phil to lend you a bathing suit? I noticed you didn’t have one yesterday.”
His eyes widened and he smirked and dropped his gaze to his bare feet.
Aha! Scored one there.
After a moment or two, his head raised and he grinned, conceding my victory in this silly, sexual dance. “It depends.”
I popped a piece of meat into my mouth, chewing leisurely, basking in my victory. “Depends on what?”
His head dropped and when he looked at me, it was through thick eyelashes, his smirk wider and so damned cute. “On you. Are you going to go naked? I certainly hope so.”
Beside me, Phil muttered under his breath, “Oh my God, please.” He squirmed in his chair.
Oh no. I held my breath, mind racing a mile a minute to find a witty reply. I cleared my throat and spoke, finally. “How do I know you won’t come rushing out to cover me with a bath sheet?” A smile spread my lips, even though it wasn’t all that good as a come-back.
I noticed Gus regard Phil for a moment or two before he answered. “If you’ve got the nerve to go naked, then I promise you, it won’t be a bath sheet on top of you.”
My mouth fell open, only closing when Phil rose and stood behind my chair. I was utterly speechless, while my pussy ached for me to scream, YES! Phil’s hands were on my shoulders and then he lowered one to slip it inside the neck of the T-shirt, inside the lacy bra, to cup my breast. I gasped and covered his hand with my own, panting for air, staring at the half empty plate.
So this was it. My husband’s caress was both his consent and encouragement for this erotic game to continue.
Chapter 2: Phil
The last time I’d felt like this had been when I was fifteen. Oh my God, that was sixteen years ago! I’d come twice as far as the young guy with the perpetual hard-on and now I was right back there.
When Maggie joined us in the kitchen all dolled up, even wearing the perfume for our ‘special’ nights, I knew something was up—and it wasn’t just my damned dick. Gus had homed in on it right away, like a laser guided cruise missile. He probably suspected that I’d told her about his history, the whole swinging thing. Well, of course I would, wouldn’t I? She was my WIFE for God’s sake. You can’t keep something like that from your wife.
Oh fuck it. At least be honest with yourself…You were turned on by what he’d said, turned on at the thought of watching Gus and Maggie. It’s kind of normal for a guy to be turned on watching his wife get fucked by another guy…well, at least according to Gus, it was and he’d know.
Maggie was a wildcat in bed last night. It was obvious she’d been turned on hearing about Gus’s exploits.
I watched her walk across the floor and take a seat at the table. Oh yeah, there was a little extra sway in her hips walking over there and when she sat down and swiveled to face us as she crossed her legs, she’d known what she was doing. How could we stop ourselves from peeking to see if she had any panties, in that flash when her legs parted?
Oh fuck. It was almost a wet dream listening to Gus and her parry back and forth about the toast, the ‘piece’ and ‘hard’. When she answered him, ‘she liked it hard’, I HAD to see her face. Was she serious? Did she really know where all of this would lead if she kept it up? She might think it was only innocent play, but as the old saying goes, ‘if you play with the bull, you’re gonna get the horn’. That would be Gus—a bull, if ever there was one.
It was hard to tell from her face, whether she was teasing or serious. When Gus walked back into the kitchen, there was my opportunity. My cock was like granite and even the soft flesh of her shoulder felt hot as hell, made me leak pre-cum. My God, where was it coming from, after all the action last night?
Her eyes flashed at me after I asked her if she knew what she was doing. Oh God, I knew that look. There’d be no stopping her now, not when a challenge had been issued.
My cock was beginning to be almost painful as I continued to listen to the verbal foreplay.
“Oh my God, yes.” Fuck, it slipped out. Say yes, Maggie. Be naked and…
My heart was in my throat at her smart-ass answer—she was afraid he’d cover her with the bath sheet. She was actually going to do it?
Gus looked at me silently for a minute or two. From the look in his eyes, he needed to double check with me; was I okay with where this was going. I held my breath and nodded, waiting for him to speak.
Holy God! His answer, all but said outright, he’d be fucking her. I looked across at Maggie and saw her gaze silently at her plate. I stood up and moved behind her chair. She wanted this as much as I did, maybe even more. From the way she’d been last night and then this morning, flirting with him…
I slid my hand down from her shoulder to the inside of her bra, filling my hand with her warm breast. If I’d had any doubt that she was hot for this, the hardness of her nipple and her hand on mine, dissolved it.
She stood up and turned to put her arms around my neck. Oh God, I’d never seen her look so beautiful, with the small smile on her full lips and eyes that fairly smoldered with desire. Just like the night before, I saw her anew, as Gus was probably seeing her—a lush, exotic woman with an ache as strong as his, to be fucked.
Chapter 3: Gus
I left them and went into my room. They needed to touch base a final time before we went any farther with this. The last thing I needed, especially with my best friend, was to fuck his wife and then regret it after. It was a good thing that all of this came out this morning before anyone had a drink. As exciting as this was, now was the time for sober second thoughts.
I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it next to the one I’d worn yesterday. Just a final check…lifted my arms high and sniffed the pits. It was cool in the house but better put on some more deodorant for outside. The layer after the shower earlier was already beginning to fade.
The jeans sliding over the thickness of my cock pinched a bit and then let go. Holy fuck, if they change their mind I’m going to have to take some off the top like last night, actually twice last night if the truth be known. I smiled remembering the s
ounds coming out of their bedroom. What had it been, two or probably more like three times they’d gone at it?
There was no way Phil had kept his mouth shut to Maggie. Not from the way she’d been acting this morning. No. She knew.
A smile spread over my face. Tigress. It was nice, her perfume. She’d been like a cat all right, a cat in heat. She’d done everything but rub herself against my leg. I looked at the door for a few moments. What were they doing? Was everything still on?
As if he could read my mind, there was a tap at the door and Phil’s voice. “Pool’s open Buddy! Pitter patter as they say.”
I grabbed the towel I’d left earlier from the shower this morning and wrapped it around my waist. Sure, it sounded like they were still up for this but I didn’t get to Special Agent at the Bureau by taking stupid chances. Feeling lighthearted, I grinned as I looked at the tent my dick was making in the towel. More like the boy scout motto really… ‘Be Prepared.’
The hardwood floors were cool on my bare feet as I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. They’d stacked the breakfast things in the sink but I guess they had more important things pressing than doing dishes. I know I did.
Fuck she’d looked hot in that short skirt and tight T-shirt. They say that more than a handful is a waste but I couldn’t wait to fill my hands and mouth with her breasts. And that little white V of panties when she’d crossed her legs. I could have torn it from her with my teeth it got me so hot. I love those little erotic peeks when women do stuff like that.
The sunlight made my eyes hurt for a few seconds when I stepped out. Holy God, it was hot, hot enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk. The pool sparkling in the rays of the sun looked really inviting, just the thing to cool off and get rid of some of this erection. I mean, I’m not going to jump her right away. No, the build-up’s too much fun to skip.
I flipped the towel onto a chair and took a few steps to dive it. The water was wonderful close to the bottom, cool and quiet.