by Mia Moore
When she once more took my cock into her mouth, my hips responded, rocking gently into her. The hot wetness of her mouth, tongue flicking the underside of my shaft…”Oh God! Suck it!” It was a growl that rose from my throat.
Waves of lust gushed from my cock deep into her mouth and throat. Some dribbled from the corner of her lips, running in a thick, white stream down to her chin. It was erotic and hot as hell watching as my body surrendered to her touch. Lost in her touch.
I jerked away when her tongue became too much—a thin thread of cum still connecting her lips to my shaft.
She looked up at me and swallowed hard, gave me a lewd, satisfied grin. Her fingers left my shaft and bottom to grasp my hands. I helped her to her feet, aching to kiss those rosebud lips, taste our mutual pleasure.
Her hands left mine and she held my head close to her face. “My big, strong FBI hero. I want to do that again and again. Will you stay the night?”
My thudding heart leapt to my throat. Stay the night? I could stay a lifetime with a woman like Sophie. “When you put it like that, it’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
Chapter 14: Sophie
It was late that evening and we lay close together, the sheets tangled at our feet. Pizza had been eaten in bed, along with a session of sixty nine. It was like I’d known Gus all my life; he was sweet and easy to talk to. Plus, he was a sexual bull.
“That thing you did in the shower…playing with my asshole. I’ve seen it in porn movies but—”
“YOU watch porn movies? SOPHIE! I never would have guessed.” He sat up in bed staring at me but his lips twitched, suppressing a grin.
My hand flew out and landed a light punch on his arm. “I’m not a nun you know. Sure, I watch porn movies.” Some of the things I’d seen in them were pretty hot. I was a liberated woman, not some naïve waif. There hadn’t been many boyfriends—actually only one semi serious one but he’d left for a hot little chicklet where he worked. I just hadn’t met the right guy yet. Was Gus the right guy?
“You’ve never done anal. I could tell.” He lay back down and folded me into his arms. “It’s got to be done right or it’s painful. We’ll do it someday when you’re ready.”
“You’ve had a lot of experience with women.” My fingers absently toyed with the hair on his chest. “I wish I had.”
His head jerked to the side and he started to sit up, staring at me.
Oh God. I could feel my face grow hot and red, even in the low lighting. “I mean experience in general, not specifically with women.”
His eyebrows pulled together before he asked. “No bi fantasies or naughty school girl play? I thought that was fairly common in women.”
My heart stopped for a second, falling into my gut. Had he guessed? Did I give out some kind of weird radar? I took a breath, paused before answering. So what if I did? There was nothing wrong with that. He’d said it himself. It was fairly common and I was a liberated woman. So there.
“No naughty stuff in school. But of course it happens all the time in porn. There’s always a big girl on girl scene which gets the guys pretty hot.” My voice became whispery when I added, “It’s hot for girls too…watching it. I’ve always wondered…”
The way he looked at me, his face showing no expression, also made me wonder. Was he shocked? Did it turn him on? The conversation was casual and I’d never felt this at ease talking to another person—especially a guy as hot as Gus, but, had I gone too far? But he hadn’t denied his experience with lots of women. Surely, he’d come across it lots of times.
I took a breath and lifted my chin high. “What are you thinking?”
Once more the shift of his eyes to the left, his mouth opening to answer and then shutting it tight.
What was he about to say? What was he avoiding? If we were ever to get really close, we had to be truthful with one another.
I sighed. It was decision time at the OK corral.
“I’ve had fantasies, even masturbated watching a group sex scene.” I played with the hair on his chest again, avoided looking into his eyes. “I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with a woman…be fucked by lots of men.”
I looked up at his face, trying to read his expression. Gus would make a really good poker player.
What the hell, why not? “You only live once. Someday I’m going to try it.”
His head tilted but his eyes looked straight into mine. “You’re serious? You’d actually want to do that?”
God I wished he’d smile, frown or give some indication of what he was thinking!
“Yeah. Y’know, I’ve never told anyone about this. You’re the first. But there’s something about you that makes me feel at ease. I trust you.”
He actually smiled.
Warmth spread through my chest. I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I needed to hear it. “You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?”
His eyes popped open wide and he grinned. “Farthest thing from it, actually. I admit, I’m surprised though.”
There was a fluttery feeling in my stomach and I grabbed his hand. “We could do it together. I mean go to a club or meet other people who are into this. I’d feel better if you were at my side. I mean, I WANT to do it but it’s still kind of scary.”
Say yes, oh please, say yes. I watched the grin fade from his mouth and his eyes drop to my hand.
My shoulders slumped and my lips pulled to the side. Oh no, my mouth had been in motion before the brain was in gear. He wasn’t interested in doing this with me.
“Sophie, I’ve had some experience with this, group sex I mean. Part of me is jumping for joy that I’ve found a woman I care about who is interested in swinging. That’s what it is y’know.”
His face lifted and I felt the intensity of his gaze. “Another part, wants you to be with me...only me. At least for a while, anyway.” Looking down again, he stroked the back of my hand lightly with his fingers. “But this is important to you. If…no, it’s really, WHEN, you try this, I’d like to be with you.”
I gulped air and held it watching him, unable to trust my voice in my excitement.
“Just one thing I ask. Let’s sleep on it. If you still feel the same way in the morning, we set the wheels in motion.”
Chapter 15: Gus
The morning sun and the sound of birds outside pulled me reluctantly to consciousness. It was comfy in her bed, our bodies tucked in to each other, spooned with my arm draped over her hip. We fit, like we’d been this way for years instead of just a night.
If anyone had ever told me that I’d fall for a woman at first sight, I’d have said they were off their meds. Love at first sight didn’t happen. That was just a silly thing in schmaltzy romance novels, not real life. But here I was, Gus Miller, falling in love with a woman I’d just met. Sophie.
So sweet, so beautiful, so sexy. Everything was So—phie. I gazed at the back of her head, the blond curly hair in such delightful disarray. Her neck and shoulder, slender but firm, graceful in a totally feminine way.
I sighed and frowned thinking of how we’d ended the night. There wasn’t any doubt that she’d still want to pursue the swinger lifestyle.
I gave my head a little shake and closed my eyes for a moment. What a hypocrite I was. I’d always had fun in the lifestyle, had even thought about a threesome with my best friend and his wife, and now here I was, reluctant to get into it with Sophie.
Was it jealousy? I tried to picture her with another guy. Shit, it must be because Phil had been next to her with a raging hard-on yesterday. It was HIS face on the guy fucking her, in my head.
My fingers threaded through my hair, watching Sophie sleep. It wasn’t jealousy.
What then? Was it because I was serious about her, that she was marriage material? Hell, the women in the lifestyle were married, for fuck’s sake. Their husband’s cherished and respected them but they were okay with their wives fucking all kinds of guys…as long as they were there to watch, of course.
She rolled over and stretched, her long legs a
nd arms above her head pulling her body awake, while a smile spread on her face. I leaned over and kissed the tip of her upturned nose. “Good morning.”
“Hey. How’d you sleep? Did I kick you or hog the bed?” She turned to lie on her side facing me.
She looked great, even with the bed head. I couldn’t resist teasing her. “You snore but that’s okay. So do I.”
Her face broke out into a grin, that playful, impish grin, and her fingers skimmed the hair on my chest. “I’ve slept on it and I still want to try it. What do we do now? You said you’ve had some experience.”
I pursed my lips and let out a puff of air. This was it, then. “Well, we can start by meeting another couple, if you like. There’re probably lots of people in the area who do this.”
Her mouth fell open and she stared at me in horror. “I can’t do this HERE! Sure it’s a big city but I’m a government employee. People see me every day. They look up to me, respect me even!”
It was hard and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep the chuckle inside. She was in animal control for God’s sake, not the fucking FBI like me! “Okay. Not here. But, consider that anyone you meet is also putting themselves out there too. Confidentiality is taken pretty seriously in the lifestyle. It’s not as bad as gays once had it, but it’s still, for most people, best kept under wraps.” My head dipped and I scowled a question at her. “You sure, you really want to do this?”
“Yes!” She sighed and propped her torso on her elbow. “You’re right. If I’m okay with this, I shouldn’t be so hung up on keeping my identity well hidden.” She looked down at the bed sheet for a moment and her eyes were large grey pools when she looked at me again. “What about you? Are YOU okay with doing this with me?”
Ah….That was the sixty-four dollar question. I touched her cheek with my fingers, looking into her eyes. “I want to be with you. This is something you want right now, so yes I’m okay with it.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get started then. Where’s your computer or laptop?”
Her mouth dropped open once more and her eyes became narrow slits. “That was fast!”
My mouth went dry and my stomach tightened into a knot. “WHAT? You just said you—“
“You didn’t have to agree so quickly. Maybe you just like the idea of fucking other women, lots of—”
As she spoke, I blinked hard and leaned closer. “HOLD ON! YOU were the one who started this.” At the hurt that appeared in her eyes, I softened. “Look, I’m doing this to be with you, not to get my dick wet with other women. YOU.”
Her mouth pulled to the side and she was total innocence looking at me. “Is that true?”
I rolled my eyes and took her into my arms, smoothing her ruffled hair with my hand. “You said last night you trusted me. You’ll have to trust me on this too.”
She pulled back and once more the impish grin was on her face, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll get my laptop for you and then I’ll make coffee.” She sat up and swung her long tanned legs out of bed, bounding to her feet. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this and not even a coffee under my belt.”
As she walked out of the room, I admired the sway of her ass. There was no way our faces would show in the profile on line but who needed them anyway? A pic of that splendid derriere would entice a eunuch.
She scampered back to the bed with her notebook computer in hand. When she placed it on the bed, I admired the front view as well. It would be hard to say which would be a bigger draw. Her ass or those beautiful breasts topped with cone shape, rosy nipples.
“My password is ‘Shakespeare’, capital ‘S’ the rest small letters. Don’t forget the ‘e’. Most people forget that.”
“Shakespeare?”
“Yeah. I was probably the only kid in high school who actually liked reading his plays. I named my dog Shakespeare too.” She turned, walked out of the room, and popped her head back around the door frame. “By the way, would you like to stay with me while you look for an apartment? It would be easier for you, being in the city instead of out in the boonies with Maggie and Phil.” She flashed a big grin. “Besides, I like having you around.”
My body felt like it was floating in the air and the huge grin on my face was my answer.
It would have been nice to visit with Phil some more but I could see him anytime. Right then, the prospect of being with Sophie filled me with joy.
To be continued…in Book 3: Guess Who?
A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 3:
GUESS WHO?
Chapter 1: Maggie
I hung up the phone and sighed. “That was Gus. He and Sophie are on their way to pick up his stuff.”
Phil had been stacking the dishwasher from brunch, but now he stood up straight, his eyebrows pulled together in a puzzled frown.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked away from him for a moment. Gus had started this and now he was leaving. “He spent last night at her place and he’s going to stay with her until he finds an apartment.”
“That was fast.” He left the dishwasher and put his arms around me. “We can do this on our own, you know. After you went to sleep last night, I did some research on-line—”
My eyes flew open wide. “What? After all that sex, you had the energy to read?”
Jeeze, my pussy felt like I’d been gang banged by a football team— twice. I was swollen and a little sore, but no surprise. Oh God! After Maggie and Gus left yesterday we’d done it in the pool…and on the deck…and in the shower…and let’s not forget the romp in the bedroom to finish off the night.
Gus had opened Pandora’s Box, telling Phil about his sexual escapades. It was like we were on our honeymoon again, obsessed with each other’s bodies. Oh my God, I would never have guessed that Phil had a fantasy of watching another guy fuck me. Despite the soreness, my pussy flushed with warmth while my clit tingled at the prospect.
“For sure. There are lots of couples who are into this swinging thing. They have sites on-line where you can meet them, even go to clubs where they’re all swapping and doing orgies.” He stroked my cheek with his hand, his dark eyes beaming at me. “We don’t need Gus to do this.”
A wide grin spread on my face, matching his and I bounced up on my toes to hug and kiss him. “I want to. Show me the site. Let’s get started. What are the other couples like?”
“Hang on.” He extricated himself from my arms and raced into the bedroom. When he returned the laptop was in his hand. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, setting it up on the table and pulling two chairs together.
I scampered to take a seat next to him and watched, holding my breath as he booted it up and found the site again. Hell, he’d even added it to his ‘favorites’.
“I just signed in as a guest to check it out. We’ll have to create a profile and become members to see any revealing pics.” He peered at the screen, clicking and typing to get past the home page and do a search.
A screen with a photo of a blonde woman, face blurred, wearing a lace bra and G string panties, popped up to fill the screen. She had a nice figure, long tanned shapely legs, curvy hips and high, full breasts. Not quite movie star quality but she’d turn heads, if she walked by.
Next to her was a muscular guy, his face also concealed. He was only a few inches taller than her, his broad chest matted with dark hair that extended down his six pack abs to the top of his underwear. Oh God. His crotch was either stuffed with rolled up socks or he was hung like a bull. Oh God, I squirmed in my seat, eyes glued to the outline of his cock. WHAT WOULD THAT FEEL LIKE? His body reminded me of Gus. But he couldn’t be as tall as Gus. He and the blond were almost the same height so he was probably only five ten or so.
“Here.” Phil traced the words on the screen with his finger, reading aloud. “They’re mid thirties, non-smokers, who want to meet another couple for fun encounters, must have good sense of humor. She’s bi-curious. He up for anything she wants to do.” He turned, and his mouth gaped below eyes that shone. “They could be
US!”
Oh my God. He was right! I looked back to the screen, seeing her anew now that he’d read that bit about ‘bi-curious’. The bra barely covered her. Round supple flesh seemed to pop out above the low lacy cup. My eyes squinted and I leaned closer to the screen. You could see the top hat buds of her nipples through the cloth.
Her tummy was flat, adorned by a sparkling jewel in her naval, before her hips flared out in soft curves. Legs were tanned, long and slender. Quite attractive and bi-curious, like me. My breath eased out slowly as I took it all in. This was it. We could send them an email and possibly get together with them.
“What do you think? They seem nice.” Phil looked at me waiting for my answer as if his life depended on it.
“I want to see some more.”
He blinked and jerked his head back to the screen, clicking the mouse again.
My heart raced in a chest that felt light as air. I was in, all right. But I needed to see other profiles to get a better idea of how to set ours up. I gasped and my hand shot out to his arm. “Wait. We need to become members to see the complete profile. I mean see ALL the pictures they’ve put up.” I rose to my feet and hurried to the bedroom for my purse.
Behind me, he called, “Does this mean we’re joining?”
I scrambled in my wallet and pulled out the credit card, holding it in front of me when I returned to his side. “Let’s do it.” I popped into the chair and for the next twenty minutes we completed the registration. There was still OUR profile to create, photos to be taken but now I’d be ready.
Officially members now, (site names Lola and Richard) we returned to the first profile—Cindy and Hank were their names. After a few clicks, Cindy’s nude photos appeared as small thumbnails. One by one Phil clicked on them, enlarging them until her naked body filled the screen.
My clit pulsed with pleasure as I looked at the suggestive poses. Phil’s hand slid onto my thigh, inching up to nestle under the skirt, pressing into my lace panties. Even though it was just the two of us, alone in the privacy of our home, it felt secretive and naughty, like two school kids finding their Dad’s Penthouse magazine, and hiding in a closet with a flashlight to leaf through it.