A Wicked Swingers Weekend Box Set: All Three Episodes! (First Time Bisexual Swinger Contemporary Romance ): All Three Episodes Value Priced

by Mia Moore

  I put my hand over hers and stopped her movements. “We can’t. They’re right out there—”

  “They’re in love or lust or something.” She leaned around me, peering out the door. “Look at them.” She pulled at my dick and I was forced to turn, to face the outside. “See, he’s probably got his hand down her top, playing with her nipple.”

  She pulled my hand up and slid it inside her dress and the bra. Oh yeah, her nipple was hard under my fingers and she’d started rubbing my cock again. “Do you think Cindy and Hank have read our email yet?” She smiled up at me before sinking onto her knees.

  A groan escaped my lips when her tongue circled the knob of my dick. Her hand continued rubbing and rolling over it, driving me crazy with lust.

  “I think we’ve got some time. You keep an eye out in case they get up and come into the house.” She murmured and leaned forward to take me into her mouth.

  Oh Jesus, the way she licked and sucked me…our friends so close outside, just made it hotter. It was like the other day in the kitchen!

  Chapter 4: Gus

  Sophie trembled with excitement reading the sexy email from Lola and Richard. Looking over her shoulder, squinting to see their profile, I felt my cock grow stiff. You couldn’t see their faces but what showed in their bodies more than made up for it.

  The guy, Richard, was well hung, a bit longer than mine maybe, but I was thicker. Sophie hadn’t seemed to mind the length. Hell, eight inches was enough for most women. After that it probably just got painful.

  But this Lola chick…Wow! I wished her face was visible to see her mouth and eyes. From what she’d written, wanting to lick Sophie and fuck her with her hand, it would have been nice to see her lips. Jeeze, I’d do her in a heartbeat if Sophie wanted me to. Yeah, like that would be a hardship.

  “Do you think we should send them an email?” She looked behind me at the house. “They’re still in there. Do you think we have time?”

  “Sure. Maybe Maggie and Phil are finishing what we interrupted.” My cock was hard as steel thinking of Maggie and Phil doing it. Hell, I could have been part of that too.

  I sighed and slipped my hand inside Sophie’s top to cup her boob. I’d rather have the woman I was holding. Joining the swinger site was fast and a little rushed. A lot earlier than I would have chosen but I had to admit it was hot. To find a woman and fall for her, and then find out she was interested in this? Wow. I’d hit a home run with Sophie.

  “Wait. Why not see if they’ll do a chat? We can always break it off when Maggie and Phil come out here.” I glanced around at the house and smiled, certain that they were in there having monkey sex. Take your time and do it twice, Phil.

  I pulled one of the chairs close to hers and sat down.

  She positively glowed with excitement, her fingers flying on the small key board. “Okay, hope they’re on line.”

  Chapter 5: Maggie

  I gave Phil my best effort with my mouth. In my mind, it was Hank’s cock I was sucking and stroking like my life depended on it. In another secret corner of my head, Sophie and Gus were watching, not out there on the patio. Oh, I really performed for the people in my crowded head and Phil was the happy recipient of all that effort.

  My finger went to my pussy, sliding under the satin of my panties onto my clit. It slid easily in the slippery wetness, sending shivers of ecstasy deep inside. Of course, the finger there was actually Cindy’s, stroking me while I sucked her husband off.

  Phil’s hands were on my head, pulling me deeper onto his cock, groaning with each downward stroke of my mouth.

  PING!

  My eyes flew open and I halted, my mouth still full of cock.

  That was the laptop! We’d just got an email. Could it be Cindy and Hank? So soon? I eased back from Phil’s shaft and looked up at him. His eyes were wide, lips parted, panting but staring at the laptop on the bed.

  He looked down at me, “I’m good. Let’s see if it’s them.”

  Chapter 6: Sophie

  “There. I hope they get back to us.” I picked up the glass of water with a trembling hand, holding the cell phone in my other.

  Did it always work this fast? Holy God, we’d just made the profile this morning! How many horny swinger types were out there?

  I couldn’t wait to meet this Lola. Sure, Richard looked pretty hot and he was certainly well hung but I had Gus now. From the way he’d been acting, it was pretty obvious he really liked me. But then again, I was starting to fall for him too. The fact that he had some experience in this swinging stuff just made him hotter. It also made me feel a bit safer. He’d been pretty convincing when he said he was doing this for me, that he wasn’t in this to get laid by other women. Yeah, he likes me.

  But I wouldn’t blame him if he did get turned on by Lola. Hell, she had me dripping wet with all that talk about eating me out. She was pretty hot too! Would I be able to please her? Well, Gus hadn’t complained about my oral skills so I’d probably do a pretty good job with her pussy. I couldn’t wait!

  TTTTtttt. TTTTttt! The phone! It had to be them!

  I gulped the water and turned to look at Gus. He grinned and nodded quickly, gesturing with his hand to hurry up.

  I clicked on the phone and the screen lit. “Oh my God! Listen to this! They’re on line and want to chat too.” I turned to see if Maggie and Phil were anywhere to be seen. Fuck, I hoped they wouldn’t come out.

  WE’RE HERE AND SOOOO READY TO MEET YOU! THE THOUGHT OF HAVING SEX WITH YOU HAS RICHARD AND ME OVER THE MOON! I KNOW IT’S LAST MINUTE, BUT CAN WE GET TOGETHER WITH YOU LATER TODAY?

  My heart pounded in my throat sending my blood straight to my pussy! I grabbed Gus’s leg, my fingers digging in hard.

  “Today? They want to meet us TODAY?” Gus sat back in his chair and turned his head to look at the house.

  My mind raced and I finished the water in my glass to quench a mouth that had suddenly gone dry. Could we? Maggie and Phil must be having a fuck marathon in there, they were taking so long.

  Actually it was a bit rude, of them. But that was small potatoes compared to the invitation on the screen.

  “If you want to do it, I’ll make up some excuse for Maggie and Phil. I’m game if you are.” Gus’s eyes pierced mine with intensity.

  I nodded and set the glass back on the table with a thud. I typed,

  SURE. WHERE AND WHAT TIME?

  Gus was already on his feet, standing waiting for me to join him. I popped up, glancing quickly at the patio door of Maggie’s bedroom. Still no sign of them. It would be awkward, going into the kitchen and having to call out to let them know we were leaving.

  This was so unlike Maggie or Phil to be this rude—invite us onto the patio and then leave us hanging while they were off fucking like horny teenagers. I would have to say something to Maggie about it or this would be the last time I’d come to THEIR house.

  We stepped inside the empty kitchen just as the Cricket sounded once more. My hand flew to Gus’s arm and we stopped dead in our tracks peering at the screen.

  7 PM. HOW ABOUT WE MEET AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE ON WAINSCROFT ROAD? WE CAN HAVE DRINKS AND SEE WHERE IT LEADS. (ASTRAY, WE HOPE LOL)

  “Oh my God!” I glanced at my watch. It was almost 4. That didn’t leave too much time to get home, change (what would I wear for this meet-up?) and then get to the bar.

  I looked at Gus, the both of us grinning like we’d won the lottery or something.

  “We’re good to go?” It seemed like a silly question for him to ask, until I thought of Maggie and Phil in their bedroom, not even bothering to come out. They could probably hear us in the kitchen?

  My eyes narrowed for a moment and I nodded. Gus followed on my heels as I took a few steps down the hallway and called. “Maggie! Phil? We’re leaving now.”

  “Hang on. We’ll be right out,” was Maggie’s muffled reply.

  I rolled my eyes and turned to Gus. Nice of them to take a break to say goodbye.

  The door opened and Maggie a
ppeared. “Sorry about this. Phil insisted that we make the bed and tidy up before we leave the room. We were just about to join you. You’re leaving? She glanced at her watch. “Well I guess, it IS getting late.”

  Phil stepped into the hallway behind her, a sheepish grin on his face.

  “Maybe we can get together for dinner later this week.” Gus added, taking my hand and leading the way to the front door. “I’d really like to see more of you but it’s been kind of a crazy weekend.”

  “For sure, for sure. Maggie and I’d love to have you out this week. Maybe Thursday?” Phil edged past Gus and opened the front door for us.

  My head jerked back and I shot a look at Maggie before going outside. They seemed pretty anxious for us to leave. Holy cow, they still hadn’t had enough? If and when I ever marry, I hope my husband and I are as hot for each other after six years of marriage.

  “Okay. See you Thursday.” I headed for my car, fishing the key out of my purse. Gus hurried to his car, giving a wave of his hand to Maggie and Phil, before climbing in.

  I started the car and glanced at their house. They’d already gone back inside, probably tearing each other’s clothes off as they raced to the bedroom.

  Chapter 7: Phil

  We grinned and squeezed each other’s hands, after shutting the door. No need to worry about how we’d get rid of Gus and Sophie. I’d talk to Gus before Thursday and explain what was going on, why we’d ignored them earlier. He’d understand. Look at his background. But Sophie…well Maggie’d have to handle her.

  “Oh my God. In a little under three hours, we’re going to meet Hank and Cindy! What if they don’t like us?” Maggie’s face muscles tightened, scrunching her face into an ‘ewwww’ expression. “What if WE don’t like them or find them attractive?”

  I stood stock still looking at her. The pictures they’d posted were hot. They certainly had great bodies but what if they had faces that could stop a clock? “If that’s the case, then we leave. We’ll make up some excuse, or even say we need to think some more about all this. But we should have a signal between us.”

  “Okay. If either of us doesn’t want to go through with this, how about we order a screwdriver.” Maggie peered at me, her face full of serious concentration.

  I had to grin and then laugh at us, shaking my head from side to side. “Screwdriver makes more sense than asking for a ‘Between the sheets’ or ‘Sex on the beach’.” I placed my arm over her shoulder and led her into the kitchen.

  She rose to her tip toes, her lips brushing my ear. “What? We’re not finishing what we started earlier today?”

  “How about we save it? It’ll be more fun that way, if we DO hook up with Hank and Cindy.” I smiled at her and stepped over to the sink to get a glass of water. There was no way I’d let her know the thought that had been niggling in my gut, now that this was set up.

  What if I had performance anxiety or something and couldn’t get it up? No, far better to be hornier than a hoot owl when we met them.

  Chapter 8: Gus

  “Hurry up in there. It’s almost six thirty. We’re going to be late.” Sophie’s voice called from her bedroom.

  She sure was punctual or was she actually a bit nervous about meeting Richard and Lola? Her first time? Yeah, probably nerves. From my experience in the lifestyle, I’d always found being more laid back was better. If you were ten minutes late, so what?

  I finished rinsing my hair and turned the shower off. When I slid the curtain back, she stood in the bathroom doorway, her arms akimbo and hip thrust to the side. Oh God, she looked hot! The curve hugging, blue dress was short, showing off her legs, plus the neck-line was a deep V. Her boobs looked even bigger with the push up bra.

  “You look great. I think they’re going to cream their jeans when they get a look at you.” I rubbed the towels over my arms and chest.

  Her eyes sparkled above pink cheeks and her smile was a mile wide. “I hope so. I can’t wait to meet them, especially after all the sexy messages she sent.” Her smile faded and her eyebrows drew together. “But you’d better hurry. I hate being late for things. What if they—“

  “Don’t worry. They’ll wait, trust me.” I leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. “You know this bar, right?”

  She smiled and watched me put deodorant on and then stepped back for me to leave the steamy room. “Yeah. It’s on the outskirts of town. It’s kind of quiet, which sounds about right for a first meet.” A scowl formed on her face once more. “But it’ll take us ten minutes to get there.” She turned and left me getting dressed in her bedroom.

  It was just nerves, that’s all. I slipped a golf shirt on and rummaged through my suitcase for a pair of pants—the beige cotton ones. A little dressy but not over done.

  ***

  “What the hell?” Sophie’s head swiveled, a look of shock making her eyes the size of dinner plates. The car swerved close to the shoulder of the road.

  “I KNEW we should have taken my car.” I sighed and shook my head. “Do you even have a spare tire?”

  Her lips were a ruby gash in her face and her eyes shot daggers. “Of course I have a spare. The question is, do you know how to change it?” She gritted her teeth, wheeling the car onto the gravel and turning it off.

  I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I opened the door. Great. Freshly showered, dressed to impress and now getting down in the dirt, to manhandle a tire iron. And in the July 4th heat! I lifted the trunk of the station wagon and dug around to find the tire and jack.

  “I told you to hurry up but nooooo. You wanted to arrive fashionably late. They’ll probably think we’ve stood them up and leave.” Her hands were on her hips, eyes glaring at me.

  “You have a cell phone. Text them and tell them we’ll be late.” I lifted the tire and jack from the car.

  “Oh. Yeah. I’d better do that.” Her face flushed a brighter shade of pink and her voice lost a lot of its edge.

  I placed the jack under the frame and started cranking to lift the rear of the car. Nerves. That’s all it was. Just a case of nerves.

  Chapter 9: Maggie

  We walked into the bar and stopped, scanning the main area and then the elevated area overlooking the dance floor. The only people there were a couple of elderly guys sitting at the long oak bar, watching some ballgame on a large screen above the rows of bottles, and two couples playing pool.

  Good. We weren’t late. I looked at Phil and had to bite my tongue. Despite the nagging he’d done for the last hour, giving me his standard lecture on promptness—two minutes early was actually five minutes late, yada yada—they weren’t here yet.

  “Why don’t we sit up there. It looks a little more private.” His hand touched my elbow while he nodded his head toward the upper area.

  “Sure.”

  As I walked across the room, my fingers tugged the hem of my dress down, feeling the eyes of the couples watching us. It was the sexiest dress I owned, a little black lycra number that had a tendency to ride up. Also, I wasn’t used to wearing heels this high, so I walked carefully. I held onto Phil’s arm, struggling to keep up.

  When we were seated, my cell phone beeped. We looked at each other silently for a moment before I fished it out of my purse. Was it them, cancelling?

  He leaned over and we scanned the lit screen, reading. Oh. Car troubles. They’d be twenty minutes late. I let out a sigh of relief, only aware in that moment I’d been holding my breath. The waitress, a young woman wearing a white blouse and dark slacks appeared at the table.

  “Vodka and tonic, please.” Phil smiled up at her and I placed my hand on his arm.

  “Make mine a double.” Hell, I wasn’t driving and I needed some liquid courage about then.

  When she left, he patted my hand. “Sure you wouldn’t prefer a screwdriver?” His smile was warm and reassuring.

  I shook my head. I just needed a drink to calm my nerves. After all, it WAS the first time meeting another couple to do this. Quite understandable that I’d be a
little nervous.

  Chapter 10: Sophie

  I read the text out loud, standing behind Gus as he strained putting the lug nuts on the wheel.

  NO PROBLEM. CUM…

  “She spelled that C U M, Isn’t that cute?” I nudged my knee into his back.

  … ALONG WHENEVER YOU CAN. WE’RE HAVING COLD DRINKS AND HOT THOUGHTS.

  Gus rose to his feet and lifted the flat tire into the trunk of the car. Oh no. There was a smudge of dirt over his eyebrow and his hands were black with grease. He brushed his hands together and managed a half hearted smile.

  “We’d better get going. Do you know if there’s a gas station between here and the bar? I’d like to wash my hands.” He opened the passenger door and got in.

  My stomach was tight as I got in and turned the key. We were nowhere near a gas station and we were late already. I leaned over and opened the glove box. There HAD to be something…even a tissue to wipe the dirt from his face.

  “Sorry. We’re miles from the nearest service station. Maybe go in the men’s room when we get there.” I pulled out onto the highway and floored it.

  “Hey, hey. Easy. We want to get there in one piece.” He held his hands palms up at his side, away from the light fabric of his pants.

  When I looked over at him, I had to smile. With the smudge of grease over his eye, he looked so boyish and cute. “Thanks Gus for changing the tire. I could have done it but not nearly so fast.” I ran my hand along his arm. “Sorry, I snapped at you before.”

  He smiled and placed his finger on the tip of my nose. “There. We’re even.”

  I strained to see myself in the rear view mirror. Where he’d touched my nose was black. Oh my God, I looked like a cocker spaniel. I shot a look at him and rubbed at the spot on my nose.