by Moore,Mia
He looked down at the table and back up. “Thanks, you’re right.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I still want to see you naked though.”
“And I you!” she smiled. “I haven’t seen… what does Abby call him? ‘Private Pecker at full attention. But for tonight, I’ll restrain myself when I’m nekkid!” She glanced at the dance floor again.
Glen rose to his feet and invited her to dance with a gesture of his hand. She didn’t have to be asked twice that was for sure. She’d bounced out of her chair and was already on the dance floor, shimmying her body in time to the beat.
Glen barely avoided bumping into a bare-chested woman who had moved into his path. He held his hands above his head being careful not to touch anyone. Now, his feet moving instinctively to the music, he watched Sherri. She was still doing that shimmy move and each time it was a wonder that she didn’t pop out of the dress. It was mesmerizing.
When she turned and thrust her ass out behind her and into his groin, he caught a glimpse of red panties. He glanced quickly to the side. How about those Red Sox? But other people were doing the same dance move, dry humping to the chorus of the song—even Abby and Richard. What the fuck. He placed his hands on Sherri’s hips, pulling her hard into his groin while at the same time thrusting forward. So what if she could feel his hard dick pressing into her through the fabric of the pants?
Foreplay with a new friend. Who’d a thunk it?
After a few minutes of the sweet torture, the song ended. He slipped his hand into Sherri’s and led her to the table, seeing Richard and Abby follow suit, laughing at some private joke.
Richard poured wine into Abby’s and his glass and took a large swallow.
“You liked that, huh Glen?” Sherri leaned towards him and placed her hand on his knee. She was smiling while her tongue licked her bottom lip.
“How about those Cincinnati Reds, Richard?” He watched as Richard grabbed a napkin and covered his mouth, trying to keep from laughing and spewing wine everywhere.
“What’s with the baseball, Glen? That’s the second time today I heard you mention it.” Abby’s head tilted to one side.
“It’s a guy thing.” He smiled, watching Richard’s eyes crinkle, grinning.
Sherri stood up and moved to stand behind her husband, running her hands from his shoulders, past the now opened collar to the inside of the shirt. “Well kids. Hate to dance and run but I’ve got some things to do with my husband. We’ll be in the playroom behind the bar area if you’d like to join us or watch.”
Glen gulped, immediately sober. This was it. He looked at Abby. Was she okay with this? “We’ll see you in a little while.” His voice was a croak, even to his own ears.
When Richard and Sherri left, Abby took the chair next to him. “Are we still okay with this, Glen?” Her face was serious, eyes peering intently into his.
“Let’s finish this drink and check it out. Maybe there’ll be a spot near them, but just us.” Private Pecker was once again standing at attention. The wine hadn’t affected him either.
He picked up his glass and held it to his lips until it was gone, looking into Abby’s eyes as she did the same. He cleared his throat and stood up, holding her hand to help her to her feet. Silently they walked across the room, past the bar, where a tall man stood at the door to the playroom.
Glen nodded to him and the door was opened for them to enter. This time, he knew what was going on in the room next to the banks of lockers. He tried a couple of lockers until he found one. He turned to face Abby, watching her remove the stiletto heels.
His fingers slowly loosened the tie and pulled it off. She removed the slivery stay-up stockings. He felt a twinge of nerves and increasing excitement. Jayzuz, this was like the first time they were in a motel room together when they were kids!
Now his cummerbund and shirt. Abby’s fingers were on the short hem of her dress pulling it up and over her head.
He placed the shirt in the locker. She hung her dress.
His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the pants and slid the zipper down. Abby’s elbows were back as her hands undid the clasps of her bra.
He lifted a leg and slid the pants down, hooking a thumb to also catch his sock. She stood before him wearing only lacy blue panties.
Now the other leg of the trousers, sock. She slid the panties down and stepped gracefully out of them.
He slid his briefs off and took her panties from her to place them in the locker. Their eyes had never wavered as they undressed. Abby stepped forward and kissed him softly, the tip of her tongue darting into his mouth. Their bodies connected--her breasts against his chest while his hard shaft nestled into the warmth of her tummy.
He held her away from him and reached for two clean, folded towels on the bench next to them—their last vestige of modesty entering a room where anything goes.
Her petite body was just in front of him walking into the room, joined only by their warm, moist hands. He stopped and she swirled to face him her eyes wide. He smiled and waited for his eyes to become adjusted to the dim lighting.
He pointed with a finger to an empty bed at the side of the room. Adjacent to it, the two beds almost touching were Richard and Sherri, lying close together kissing. The room was silent except for some low moaning and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
He looked around as they walked to the empty bed. The beds were all occupied but mostly with couples. Only on a few, were there groups of four and only one had more than that. Everything sexual, with people of varied ages and shapes was happening in that room. It was hotter than any porn movie he’d ever seen.
The bed was covered with a pristine while sheet. Abby sat down and loosened the towel from her body before shifting to centre herself in the middle of the smooth surface. He glanced to the right, for just a second before climbing on next to her.
Richard had eased down on the bed and laid on his stomach, his head between Sherri’s spread legs.
Abby turned and placed her arms around his neck; this time her kiss was more urgent, her tongue dancing with his in a tango of love. His hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, clutching it and rolling it before scraping his thumbnail over the pebbly nipple. Her breath hissed through her nostrils and she arched into him, spreading her legs.
His hand left her breast and swept to where she was wet, where she wanted him. Next to them, Sherri was moaning. Oh God, this was hot. It was all he could do to stop himself from, rolling Abby over onto her back and burying himself to the hilt in her warm folds. He took a deep breath and touched her clit, softly running over the firm surface. Her hips rocked back and forth, a finely tuned instrument that he was controlling with the tip of his finger.
Sherri was crying out in orgasm; her lust filled his ears.
He placed his hand on Abby’s hip and pushed, rolling her for him to mount. She stretched her arm and her fingers cupped his shaft, guiding him to her opening. He drove into her warm, tight, slipperiness with a primal need.
“Oh God, Glen, just like that. Yeah…right there. Oh fuck…keep doing that…harder..!”
Sherri, on the bed next to them had moved, still under Richard but her head was just inches away from Abby. As each man drove into his partner, Sherri reached across and stroked the side of Abby’s face.
Surprised, she turned her head. Hesitating for a second, she began to stroke the side of Sherrie’s face with her free hand. The two women stared into each other’s eyes as they reached the peak of pleasure.
Watching this as he stroked in and out of his wife, his love, was enough to shove Glen over the edge, with Richard right behind him. The four of them pulsed with pleasure and grew still.
Glen rolled Abby to the side and put his arms around her, so that her back was against his chest. He propped his head up, resting the side of his face against his hand, elbow bent. Now, they both could see what was happening on the bed next to them and around the room. His other hand draped over her shoulder, his fingers playing with her nipple.
/> “Glen?” Her voice was butterfly soft.
“Mmhmm?”
She turned her head and looked up at him. “I really liked that. It was hot.”
“Does that mean you’d like to do this again?” His hand stroked absently along her shoulder.
“Yes. But just like this, soft swinging.” She stretched up and kissed his lips gently.
He hugged her tight to his body for a moment. “Okay by me if that’s as far as we ever go. This was really erotic, just being here with you. I feel really close to you right now.”
She rolled over and placed her head on his chest. “Now what do we do? Should we get up in case someone else wants this bed?”
He started to sit up and looked down at her. “Easy for you to say. I’ve got a reputation on this cruise to uphold. Remember? Mr. Seven Times? We aren’t going anywhere for a while.”
Chapter 45
“There they are!” Claire pointed to the open door where Glen and Abby appeared rolling their suitcases in a cart before them. She clutched Barry’s arm and lowered her voice. “Remember. Not a word about it being a swinger’s cruise unless they bring it up.”
“Roger that.” Barry lifted his arm and waved to catch their attention.
Claire grinned when she saw the surprised look on their faces as they walked towards them.
“Claire? Barry? You’re back together?” Abby’s mouth was open like a guppy’s, gulping air. Even Glen looked shocked for a minute.
“We’re trying to work out our differences. That’s all.” Claire hugged Abby, while Barry was helped Glen with the luggage.
She slipped her arm through Abby’s, almost dragging her from the airport. “Let me tell you all about it.”
“Wow! That’s really something. I’m glad for you both. Before you start, how’s Peter?” Abby’s face was serious for a moment.
“He’s fine. We had pizza with him the other night. He’s been a good boy and kept the place pretty clean.” Claire pulled her coat together when they stepped into the frosty air.
“Okay so tell. What the hell happened between you two while we were gone?” Abby’s eyes were sparkling when she leaned closer and squeezed her arm.
***
Glen handed the heaviest bag to Barry to lug from the airport. Serves him right booking us on a swinger cruise. But, on the other hand things had turned out waaay better than if it’d been a conventional cruise. “That’s pretty heavy, Barry. Want me to take it?”
“Nah, I got it!” Barry looked into Glen’s eyes for a moment and then at the back of their wives already going through the airport door.
The son of a gun is wondering if I’m going to tell him anything about the cruise. He’d dying to know the dirty details. “So when’d this happen?” He gestured with the luggage towards Claire.
“Almost as soon as you guys left. I called her a few times, we went to dinner and then we were in the sack. She missed me. And yes, we did manage to check up on Peter. Thought that’d be the first thing you’d want to know. How your kid’s making out while the old man’s on a…cruise.”
Oh yeah. This is killing him. He wants to know so much that he’s almost droolin’ at the mouth. “So she missed you, huh? Tell the truth. You probably got on your knees and begged her to take you back.”
“We both agreed, almost instantly. Soooo…think Claire and I would like a cruise like you just had? How was it? Food good?”
The women were already in the back seat of the car. Barry pressed his fob and the trunk sprung open. Glen handed Barry the bag he was carrying after Barry had settled the first piece into the trunk.
“The food was excellent. I think I put on a few pounds. And the people were fun, lots to do, great weather.”
Barry slammed the trunk shut and eyed him as they walked on each side of the car to their doors.
This cat and mouse game was fun.
“But, how about the romance? Was it a second honeymoon for you and Abby, like we’d thought?” Barry stood at the driver’s door; hand on the handle, waiting for his answer before opening it.
“Yeah. Very romantic, like a second honeymoon.” Barry was getting jack-shit out of him. How was Abby making out with Claire?
***
Abby smiled and nodded at all the appropriate spots during Claire’s monologue of how Barry wined, dined and begged to come back. Whew! At least she wasn’t asking anything about the cruise. But maybe Claire and Barry didn’t even realize. Maybe they were too busy with make-up sex to even give it a thought? And for Barry, sex was always uppermost on his mind.
***
Geeze, he’s not giving anything up and I can’t just come out and ask! Barry started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. That friggin’ Glen! If the tables were turned, he’d tell Glen all about it if he and Claire went on a swinger’s cruise!
Wait a second. If he’s dummying up, it can only mean one thing. Glen and Abby must have been okay with the whole swinging thing. Did they have sex with other couples or go to any orgies? He looked across at Glen, sitting there smiling, looking out the windshield. Just how kinky were Glen and Abby? He’d mention this to Claire and see what she thought before he said another word.
***
Peter was just finishing the rearrangement of the living room furniture when he heard the car pull into the driveway. There. The sofa was now covering the hole. He was definitely golden now.
He rushed to the front door and swung it open, racing down the steps to give them a warm welcome. His mother was the first one out of the car. She threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “How was the vacation? You look like you got some sun.”
“It was wonderful. Just the break, your father and I needed.” She put her arm around his waist walking to the front door.
“Wait. There’s something I gotta tell Dad before I forget.” Peter stopped and pulled away from his mother.
“Hey! Got a hug for the old man? How’d things go?” His father stood before him, arms extended. He let himself be pulled into the burly arms of his father. “Now what do you have to tell me? You had a big party and trashed the place. Is that it?”
Peter’s eyes were wide staring at his father. How’d he know? Oh damn. Wait, he’s laughing. He was just kidding. Whew! Dodged a bullet there. “Some guy from the company you work for keeps calling here.”
His father’s eyebrows drew together and his mouth was a straight line. “Was his name Carl?”
“No. That’s not it. A Mr. Slote, or Stone?” Peter’s brain was bursting. After that close call, he couldn’t think straight.
“Geoffrey Sloan? Was that it?” His father’s head jerked forward tilting to the side; his heavy arm was weighing Peter’s shoulders down.
“Yeah, that was it.” He noticed Barry at the trunk of the car waving him over. He grunted, lifting the heavy bag from the trunk. Mom must have done some serious shopping. Wonder what she got him?
He was almost out of breath when he set the bag down in the foyer. Beside him, Barry set the other bag down and gave him a nudge in the ribs. “What’s with you all out of breath? That’s not good for a star quarterback.”
His father turned and looked at him. “That’s okay Barry. Football’s been over for months. He’s got lots of time to get in shape for the next season, at college, I hope.”
“Let’s go Barry and leave these love birds alone. I’m sure they’ve got lots of un-packing to do.” Claire came forward and mussed Peter’s hair with her hand.
Barry was still giving him the eye before he turned to join Claire. Whew! Another bullet dodged. Maybe he should think about a career with the Marines.
“What’d you do in the living room?” It was his mother’s voice.
“I thought it’d be nice to move things around--kind of a welcome home surprise.” He gulped and stepped into the room.
“How considerate. I like it!” His mother kissed his forehead and handed her coat to Glen to hang up before walking into the kitchen.
Glen came in
and looked around. “Hey, it doesn’t look bad at all. How’d the money hold out?” His father placed his big paw on his shoulder again.
And the look he gave him, so proud and everything… Awww shit!
“Dad. I DID have a party. And… somebody punched a hole in the wall. I tried to fix it but didn’t do such a hot job of it. That’s why the furniture’s rearranged. Oh, and I still have a couple hundred dollars left.” He slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans.
“A party?”
“Yeah.” Here it comes.
“A hole in the wall?”
“Yeah. Over there.”
“Okay. We’ll fix it tomorrow. Probably going to have to paint the whole room too.”
“Dad, I’m sorry— ”
Glen’s hand was on his arm stopping him. “Why don’t you take some of that money and go get a pizza with your friends, go to a movie?”
What the fuck? Peter peered at the Old Man. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks, Dad.” He was already moving to get his boots on. “See ya later!” Peter had his coat on, about to go out the door. Waitaminnit! He looked at Glen from the doorway. “Uh… Dad?”
“Yeah?”
Peter glanced towards the stairs where his mother had gone up and not yet returned. “Uhhh… Nothing! Thanks! Bye!” The door shut quickly behind him.
Chapter 46
“Did I just hear you right? You sent Peter out with his friends?” Abby returned, just after the front door closed.
“Yep.”
“You still in vacation mode?” She put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. This was looking promising. They were home and he was still warm for her form.
“You go upstairs and slip into something comfortable. How about the bra and panties you bought before your accident? I’ve never seen you in them. I’ll be up in a second. I just have to call work.”