by Mia Moore
The woman’s lusty movements, her breath fast and raspy was intoxicating to Elena. She lowered herself down to her knees, kissing Sylvia’s mound, straining forward to lick her, suck her clit, push her fingers deep inside her cunt. Sylvia moaned and stumbled back, but Elena’s lips clung to her. She glanced up and saw Byron standing behind Sylvia, supporting her in her ecstasy.
Movement beside her caught her attention for a moment. Matt leaned over the side of the sofa, his hand on her head, stroking her hair. “Oh fuck, Elena. That’s so fucking hot.”
Sylvia’s cunt tightened on her fingers, sending a trickle of slippery pleasure over Elena’s hand. She tasted sweet, a hint of soap amid the musky scent. Elena sucked the hot bud of pleasure into her mouth, her tongue a whirring buzz against the nub...rewarded instantly by Sylvia’s low whimpering. Elena had her. She continued sucking, licking and finger fucking Sylvia till the woman let out a scream.
Her fingernails raked and dug into Elena’s scalp, pushing her head away. Sylvia’s face was soft, her eyes mere slits while her lips hung loose, gasping for air. She was the picture of satiation.
Elena started to rise and Matt’s hands gripped her arm. He pulled her close, kissed her slippery lips, licking Sylvia’s lust from her face. He murmured in her ear “I love you so much, my hot little wife.”
Her chest was light and full, a smile on her lips as she rose to kiss Sylvia. Knowing she’d made the other woman cum like thunder was wonderful, a stroke to her ego. She might not have a lot of experience in making love to another woman, but it was intuitive, doing the things she liked herself.
Sylvia’s hands cupped her cheeks and she leaned in to kiss her lips. “That was incredible, Elena.” When Sylvia pulled away, her head turned to smile at Byron who stood next to her. “She’s amazing, dear. You are going to totally love fucking her.”
His eyes met Elena’s and he smiled. “I can’t wait.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, letting his finger trail down her jaw, her neck until he reached the ruby pasty on her nipple. He tugged gently and the adhesive backing gave way. Her clit pulsed with yearning as Byron’s finger grazed her nipple, his fingernail scraping it softly.
Elena tingled, her skin alive while her breath was ragged in her throat. Lust raced through her body with each beat of her heart. Her pussy literally ached to be touched, licked, filled with hard pounding cock. She turned to Matt. “I need you—”
“Wait.” Sylvia reached for her hand and pulled her close. “Let’s do this together. I know we aren’t swapping but I want to be part of you and Matt fucking.”
Byron stepped back to the sofa where he’s been sitting, picking his glass of wine up on the way. “Oh boy. I love watching this.”
Elena’s eyes lowered to the swell of Sylvia’s breast. Her fingers rose to tug the cups of the corset down, and lifted them free. Her forefinger and thumb rolled the dark nipple, feeling the small puckered bumps of her skin. There was something so erotic seeing Sylvia’s bare breasts, feeling them against her own.
Matt stood up beside them and his hands drifted over their backs, smiling at each of them in turn. Elena turned to him and kissed his lips, her hand falling from Sylvia’s breast to slide the tab of Matt’s zipper down and pop the buckle of his pants open. Her fingers closed around his cock, spreading the dollop of pre-cum over the satin knob. Gripping him firmly she steered him back and pushed until he sat on the sofa again, settling back into the cushioned depths of it. She turned and swung her leg out and over his, lowering her body an inch at a time, until the tip of his cock pressed her opening.
Sylvia pulled the coffee table away and then took her position, kneeling on the floor between Matt’s legs. Her fingers were gentle, separating Elena’s lips. Oh God, her touch, Matt’s cock and Byron sitting across watching them were too much. Elena dropped suddenly, impaling herself on Matt’s cock, loving how the thick hardness suddenly filled her up. She eased back, raising her knees until the heels of her boots were on Matt’s thighs. Her eyes was soft slits, her breath fast and uneven watching Sylvia lick her lips and edge forward.
“Ahhh...” Elena sucked air, gasping at the jolt of hot pleasure in her clit, Sylvia’s tongue flicking fast over it.
The thought crashed into her mind: ‘This is the first time I’ve been eaten out and fucked at the same time! Another thought right behind it: ‘I love it!’ She gave a small grunt as her first orgasm hummed through her.
Matt’s fingers dug into the sides of her hips, rocking her back and forth on his cock, punching places deep inside that he’d never touched before. All the while, Sylvia’s mouth covered her clit, ravishing it with her tongue.
The sensation in her cunt and clit rose to a higher level, triggered by her mini cum. “Oh yeah, don’t stop! Make me come! Fuck me hard!” She was so close, her muscles tight, squeezing the cock inside her with every ounce of strength, milking it while Sylvia moaned, lapping her clit.
When Byron stood up, his hand rubbing and pulling at his cock, stepping closer, the lascivious sight, his eyes half closed watching her pushed her over the edge. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme!” the first wave of lust, made her thighs quiver. Byron’s cock brushed her cheek, his hand jerking it like a piston. She turned and her lips closed over the knob...Another jolt of ecstasy filled her pussy. It was like being in a porn movie—a cock in her cunt, in her mouth, and a woman eating her out!
Her head jerked to the side at the last wave of glory spreading out from her cunt. A spurt of cum pulsed into her mouth she swallowed it down; it was followed by a second and third. She loved the taste of Byron! Below her, Matt was sucking air through gritted teeth as his cock shot a load hot cum up inside her.
She leaned back onto Matt’s chest, feeling his cock surge inside her box. She held onto Byron’s cock with one hand, not letting him slip it out of her mouth. With the other, she caressed Sylvia’s head as she lapped at Matt’s semen oozing out of her cleft. Oh shit, this was so filthy! Stuffed full of oozing cocks, and a beautiful woman eating her out. She slurped at Byron’s knob, feeling him tremble as Matt pinched her nipples. She was a cum slut… it was sooo good!
If Sylvia and Byron’s swinger friends were this hot, she couldn’t wait to meet them!
Chapter 6
A few days after the evening with Sylvia and Byron, Matt and Elena were still feeling the after effects of the succulent tryst between the four of them. Every night since then, they’d gone to bed early, but not to sleep. Afterwards, they would lay in bed next to each other, their hearts still pounding, catching their breath after another round of wild monkey sex.
“You know, it’s a long drive to go to Brooklyn for Valentine’s Day. I mean, Sophia and Chris are nice and it would be a blast to get together with them, but Sylvia and Byron are right here. We’d have fun at their party.” Matt rolled over on his side, facing Elena. He’d been thinking this for the last couple days and was now taking a chance bringing it up.
She sighed. “I know what you mean. It’s a six hour drive and it’s still February. Not exactly the best time of year for a road trip. I wonder if we could postpone it until the spring? I still want to see them but we’d have fun at Sylvia’s party.”
Matt leaned close and kissed Elena softly. “Look at us. We’ve turned into swinger social butterflies, turning down invitations. Never would have guessed that would happen.” He pulled her closer and nuzzled into her neck. “But seeing you and Sylvia on Saturday was so hot.”
Elena chuckled. “I know. That whole bi-sexual thing is exciting. I can’t wait to see you and Byron together.”
Matt’s eyes opened wide and he jerked back. “What?”
“Yeah. Sylvia told me that male bi-sexuality doesn’t happen at clubs but at house parties, it’s okay.” Her eyes narrowed and she pulled back staring at him.
He shook his head. “Not going to happen. Not with me at least. If Byron and whoever want to get it on, fine, but I’m really not interested in anything bi-sexual for me.” He couldn’t imagine himself wi
th any guy, doing anything sexual. Maybe sharing Elena...but there’d be no touching or anything sexual between him and another guy.
“Why? I’d like to see it. It’s hot for you watching me with another woman...don’t you think I’d like to experience that watching you and another guy? It’s just another aspect of your sexuality...doesn’t mean more than that.” Elena leaned in and her fingers played with the hair on his chest.
His stomach tightened and he swallowed hard. “I don’t think I could get hard. It just doesn’t do anything for me. Seriously. I could watch two guys going at it, but I’d feel nothing, one way or another.” He held her hand still and looked into her eyes. How important was this to her?
She huffed a sigh. “You’re not even the least bit curious? Let’s face it...a guy would touch you exactly right, whether he’s giving you a blow job or just using his hand. You wouldn’t even try it just once?”
“No.” The answer came out fast. He saw the look of surprise that showed in her eyes. “If you felt that way about women, I’d respect that. So what’s the big deal here?” His jaw clenched tight and he exhaled with slow purpose.
“It’s no big deal.” Elena snuggled into him and stroked his arm. “If it’s off the table, that’s fine. We have to respect each other’s limits. I get that.”
Matt pictured Byron when the four of them had had sex together. He was sexy as hell and Elena had been attracted to him but that didn’t mean HE was. Was this something that Byron would expect from him? It had never come up with Phil or Chris...but they’d been at a club.
Was this the way it was at house parties? Surely there were lots of guys who felt the same way as him, just like there were bound to be women who didn’t share bi-sexual fantasies. He’d just have to make that perfectly clear, that he was fine with it, as long as he didn’t have to participate.
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He woke with a start the next morning, well before the alarm clock went off. His heart beat hard and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. What the fuck was with that dream? And why the hell was his dick hard? Oh my God.
He shook his head and his hand fell back on his forehead, remembering the dream. Fuck! Byron had been in it...but not just him but Phil and Chris as well. They were at some kind of spa or exercise club and they’d all been in the sauna.
Right out of the blue, Byron and Chris had started playing with each other’s cocks, turning to face one another while they kissed. Their arm muscles gleamed in the low light over the door, each of them jerking and pulling on cocks that were huge, totally out of proportion.
When he turned to look at Phil sitting next to him, to make a comment about the size, Phil was also jerking off. It was crazy. What was in the steam in that room? He slid off the bench and stepped to the door. When he pulled the wooden handle, it wouldn’t budge. He pulled again, bracing his feet on the hot wooden floor. Still nothing.
He jumped when their hands slid over his shoulders and gripped his arms, pulling him back to the bench. He caught just a glimpse of Chris’s smile, his body sitting on the bench before the other guys spun him around, their hands holding his arms in a vice-like grip. They pushed and manoeuvred him until he was bent, his legs straddling Chris’s, shoving him lower till there was a slippery burning in his ass.
Their hands rubbed his cock, getting him harder....the rod of steel in his ass going deeper. He didn’t want to do this but they made him...kept playing with his cock...he was powerless to resist. Their hands no longer held him… they longer had to…
One of them lowered and there was hot wetness on his cock, his balls massaged while his ass was filled. Then Byron’s cock pressed into his cheek, the way that it had touched Elena. Turning his head, his lips parted and he took it into his mouth, his jaw aching from the effort.
He was pushed, prodded, every orifice filled...used like a sex toy by these naked men. Oh God. He’d liked it! He was still hard.
He threw the comforter back and strode through the bedroom. It was still dark out, thank God. He made his way to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
What the hell was that dream about? No. He knew why he’d had it. It was all that talk with Elena before he fell asleep. But what didn’t compute was his body’s reaction. A gang bang with the boys had him hard as iron?
He stepped into the shower, wincing at the icy blast of water. No. This couldn’t be. The thought of having sex with men had never appealed to him. And it still didn’t.
Chapter 7
The next night, Matt stayed up watching the news after the rest of the family had retired to their beds. He was still trying to figure out the dream he’d had. All day long it had unsettled him to the point that Dave had pestered the shit out of him, trying to find out what was wrong. Of course, there was no way he was ever going to discuss this with Dave. He wasn’t even sure about talking to Elena about it.
A big part of the dream had been the element of powerlessness. It was something that he’d been made to do. Because he’d had to submit to it, he’d relinquished control. If he’d had control, like early in the dream when he’d tried the door, he would have left. But because he had to stay, he had been surprised at how turned on he had become.
This was weird. His head hurt from trying to untangle all of this mess. He clicked the remote control and stood up to leave the room.
When he entered the bedroom, Elena was reading something on the laptop, propped up in bed.
She looked up and smiled. “Sophia and Chris are fine with us baling on Valentine’s. But they want to visit us the end of March. They want to stay in a hotel and get together with us for diner and play in their room. They want to know if we’re okay if they ask Eve and Phil along?”
Matt nodded and peeled his sweatshirt over his head. “So they understand, it’s the weather and not them or the fact we have new swinger friends?”
Elena took a deep breath. “Well, I didn’t get into that with them. The next time I email Sophia, I’ll tell her about Sylvia and Byron. One thing at a time.” She watched him take his pants off and get into bed next to her. “I’ll call Sylvia about going to their party on Valentine’s.”
He turned off the lamp next to his side and turned to snuggle into her. “It’ll be fun to go to that. I wonder if we’ll run into anyone we know? I mean Black Rapids isn’t that big and we’ve lived here all our lives.”
Her hand which had been skimming affectionately over his back stopped. “What if we do? That could be pretty awkward. What if I see Mila there? I wouldn’t put it past her.”
He chuckled. “She might say the same thing about you, you know.” He pulled her close, both of them silent, lost in their own thoughts for a few moments.
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “This thing with the guys... the bi-sexual thing. Do you suppose that will happen at the Valentine’s party?”
She pulled back and looked at him. The streetlight outside their bedroom cast just enough light that he could see her eyebrows draw together.
“Are you worried about that? Personally, I would think that Valentine’s would be the last kind of party that you’d see that, but then again, who knows?”
He felt a little better but still was reluctant to share the dream and more importantly the fact that he’d been so strongly aroused. He still had to do some more heavy thinking on that one.
Chapter 8
The next day, Elena waited till Mila had gone for lunch before calling Sylvia. When she came on the line, Elena felt a surge of warmth in her chest. It wasn’t just that Sylvia was sexy as hell, she was actually quite nice—the kind of woman you could hang with even if it was just shopping or going to the movies.
“Hi Sylvia. How are you?”
Sylvia laughed and her voice was a low purr. “Better now that you’re calling. Did you change your mind on the party?”
“You must be clairvoyant or something—”
“No. Just warm for your form.” Again the laugh.
“Ditto for me. Actually, we’ve
changed our mind about going to Brooklyn on Valentine’s. We’d rather go to your party. We’d love to see you guys again, and not having to drive for six hours in February makes it even sweeter! How many people are you expecting?” Elena gripped the phone tightly. She still couldn’t picture that many swingers living in Black Rapids.
“Probably twenty or so. Why? Does that make you nervous? Maybe we can introduce you to another couple before the party. Why don’t you and Matt come over this Satureday again? We can do dinner and I’ll introduce you to Josh and Carrie. You’ll like them.”
Elena’s eyes went wide and she glanced out to the main showroom of the store to make sure that Amanda was still busy out there and not about to barge in. “Sure. That sounds great! Can we bring anything?”
“Just your sweet selves. See you at seven.”
Elena clicked the phone off and sat smiling for a few moments. Matt would be happy to be visiting Sylvia’s house again after the last time. Plus, they’d meet another couple!
When her cell phone lit up and dinged with an incoming text, she flipped the phone over. The smile fell from her lips as she read. Oh no. Matt had invited Dave and Gwen over to play cards on Saturday night. It was probably more like Dave invited himself.
Her fingers flew on the phone’s keyboard.
“I just accepted a dinner invitation at Sylvia’s on Saturday. Can you apologize and switch Dave and Gwen to Friday night?”
She bit her lower lip waiting for his response. Finally it came. “NP.” She put the phone back in her purse and rose to go back to the main part of the store. Great. Matt would smooth things over with Dave and they’d still be able to see them.
It was fun getting together with Sylvia and Byron and meeting new people but she didn’t want to lose touch with their other friends. She suppressed a chuckle. If Dave and Gwen knew they’d be totally shocked. And there was no way she’d ever tell them.