by Robin Fate
Within a few minutes Carter made some muffled noises that I took to mean I was doing something right. He groaned out, "Alex, I can't hold it, I'm so sorry." With that warning the first ejaculation sprayed into my mouth. It was hot and salty and more delicious than the shrimp we feasted on earlier. He was jerking in my hands but I held on tight and sucked even harder on the end of his thrusting cock. At least four spasms of creamy sperm, each with a little less volume than the last, collected in my willing mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of the white liquid leaked out the side of my mouth and slowly dripped down my chin.
I looked up at Carter with his slowly wilting cock still in my mouth. I was bathing his penis with my tongue which caused him to have little orgasmic aftershocks. His eyes were a little glazed over but he managed to croak out, "Sweetie, that was unbelievable. Come up here."
Carter reached down and lifted me effortlessly to my feet. When his face was next to mine he saw the white cum still on my chin. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sperm upward toward my mouth. I opened up and sucked his cream covered tongue into my mouth. We rolled our tongues around on his slippery seed while we looked into each other's eyes.
Carter broke off the erotic kiss, bent over and whisked me off my feet. I felt like a feather in his strong arms. He walked us over to the bed and gently placed me down on the soft, satin sheets. The moonlight was directly focused on my body lying prone on the bed. My nipples had lost none of their rigidity so there were tiny shadows behind each one. Carter's lips grazed on one and then on the other. Was this a dream? Please don't wake me!
My heart was pounding so hard I'm sure Carter could see it beating under my skinny ribcage. His fashionable, two day beard tickled my skin as he slowly moved down my sensitive tummy. I felt his fingers stoke my thigh and gently push my legs apart. I could feel the smooth wetness between my pussy lips. Carter's tongue darted out and clipped the end of my clit. Oh my lord, I almost lost it right there.
I clenched the slick sheets with both my fists trying not to go off too soon. Carter gently parted my bare pussy lips with his fingers and exposed my womanhood fully. He licked from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top, pausing to suck on my engorged clit. As he gently pulled on it with his lips, I lost control. An ecstatic wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I felt like I was spiraling into another dimension of time. My insides turned into molten liquid. Carter held on to each of my ass cheeks with his large hands and forced his face deep into the cleft of my spread legs. I writhed and screamed as a second and third orgasm rocked me. My pussy was squirting clear liquid on Carter's face, making his face shiny with my girl cum.
Slowly I came back down to Earth. Carter was still holding me tight but my pussy was so sensitive I shuddered each time he touched me with his tongue. I grabbed his dark, curly hair with my fingers and forced him to come up on top of me. He braced himself on his elbows so he wouldn't crush me with his weight. His semi-hard cock nestled comfortably between my slippery thighs. We kissed and I tasted my own womanly fluid on his lips. Is there any way I can make this night last forever?
I smiled up at his handsome face and said, "I've never been happier to pay off a poker debt. Can I have a rematch?" We hugged each other hard and he rolled me on top of him for an encore.
Sharing Friends – Part I
Emma had lost interest in the movie and was instead watching the light from the TV flicker across her boyfriend’s face. It was ten-thirty on Friday night and their third time watching the same shitty comedy. Emma sat with her legs draped over the arm of the couch, head in her boyfriend’s lap. She gazed up at him with a slight pout, but he was too enthralled to notice, staring bug-eyed at the screen.
“Jesus,” he muttered, flinching as the main character received an accidental knee to the groin. Emma thought it was rather cute, the way he cringed away from the story, but always kept one eye on the screen. He couldn’t stand to miss a thing.
“Babe,” she said.
“Mmm.”
“Babe.”
It took a minute, but eventually Noah looked down at her, trying to be attentive but clearly conflicted. The effort he was putting into focusing on her instead of the film made the corner of Emma’s mouth twist up. “Yeah, Em?”
“It’s Friday night again. We’re watching Netflix again. We’re watching this same crummy movie again.”
“Yes, we are,” he admitted, still not quite sure what he’d done wrong, “Do you… want to watch a different movie?”
Emma barked out a laugh, then shook her head. “I want to have an adventure.”
Noah found the remote and pushed pause. “I’d like an adventure.”
“What kind of adventure?”
“We could go camping.”
Emma sighed, then immediately regretted it as Noah’s face fell. He looked away and she bit her lip. “No, I mean, sure, let’s go camping. I love camping. But I just mean…”
“It’s okay.” He jostled her with his shoulder and she playfully shoved him back to his side of the couch. “I’m making you feel like an old lady, huh?”
“Yup. Other couples are out tripping on cocaine and having orgies and selling all their possessions to live on love and exhaust fumes.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “I think you need to introduce me to your friends.”
“Okay, okay, so probably not cocaine. We could totally do the orgy thing though.”
“We could.”
They were silent for a moment, each staring at the wall and sneaking glances at each other. It was Emma who sheepishly broke the silence. “Maybe not full on orgy,” she hedged, “But maybe, you know…”
Noah scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit. “I know a guy who swings. I’d say that’s pretty adventurous.”
“Want to invite some people over?” Emma blurted out, “What a silly thing for me to say. Wow.”
“No, actually, it’s not bad,” said Noah, placing a hand on her hair and kissing the crown of her head. “We’ve gone with sillier plans in the past.”
“Great,” said Emma, but before she could say much else Noah kissed her. She didn’t know if it was Noah or the thrill of their ambitious new plan, but there was as a renewed tension to the way he ran a hand over her hip, the way he hovered above her face without letting their lips touch. “We should make a list,” she said breathily.
“Mhm,” Noah agreed, lightly touching his lips to her neck. She giggled and pretended to push his face away.
“I’m serious! C’mon, Noah, let’s make a list.”
He bit her once and then stood up. She stared at him in surprise and he watched her with satisfaction. He reached over to the coffee table and retrieved the notebook for phone messages and a pen.
“So who… Whose dick do you want to suck, Emma?”
“Yours,” she said. He grinned. “I know. Who else?”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “What about you? Is there anyone you’re dying to fuck?”
“Nah.”
“Nah? Are you sure?” Emma traced his jawline with her finger. “I bet you could think of something if you tried.”
“Well,” he said after a moment, “there’s that guy from work I mentioned—”
“Guy?” Emma asked, tilting her head.
Noah leaned into Emma’s palm on his cheek and sighed as she laughed. “I’m not… I was going to say, he and his wife have been doing this for a while. Might be able to convince some of their friends to show up.”
“Do you like his wife?” Emma teased. Noah shrugged.
“Never met her. The guy is pretty smoking though, from a completely objective heterosexual standpoint.”
Emma moved the hand on his cheek to swat him lightly on the chest. It stayed there. “Yeah? What’s he look like?”
“Tall,” Noah said.
“As tall as you?”
Noah smirked. “Of course not.”
“What’s his name?”
“Michael.”
“Wha
t would you like to see me do with Michael, Noah?” Her hand trailed from his chest down to the top of his jeans, where she plucked at his belt buckle. Noah smiled.
“How about this?” he said, locking a hand in her hair and pulling her down.
The doorbell rang, and Emma had to clamp a hand to her mouth to muffle her maniacally nervous laughter. She looked at Noah, eyes wide with alarm and excitement. Noah put away the glass he was drying, hung the dish towel up and made for the front door. In the kitchen, Emma meticulously rearranged the several bowls of goodies along the counter: chips, homemade brownies, cinnamon hearts, and condoms. No matter how she arranged it, the condoms seemed unbearably gaudy. “I am a grown woman,” she said to herself, squaring her shoulders and smoothing her hair. She felt permanently frazzled.
She heard the sound of the door opening, and then Noah’s warm voice greeting the first of their guests. Emma’s heart thudded in her chest as her living room began to fill up with strangers. They all seemed pretty comfortable, and Noah too, shaking men’s hands and offering beers. The lighting was slightly dim and there was a stack of board games on their coffee table. Emma blushed, trying to avoid looking at the bowl of condoms beside it.
“Noah,” she said, “can I talk to you for a minute?”
Noah excused himself and the two slunk off to the kitchen. “Everything okay, babe?”
Emma shrugged. “Yeah,” she said, “I guess I’m just a little...”
“Nervous?”
Emma tried to smile, but it came out a little lopsided. “Yeah. I’m nervous.”
Noah moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist, staring deep into her eyes. “You know we can call this off at any time.”
Emma thought about it, then giggled. “No. No, I don’t want to call it off.”
“Good,” Noah said, sheepishly, “Because I really want to hear about you sucking someone else’s cock.”
“Whose?”
Noah glanced back out at the party, craning his neck to see around the wall. “Is there anyone you want? Here, let me introduce you.”
Most of their guests were friends of Michael and Miranda. Emma and Noah didn’t know many swingers themselves, so Noah had simply approached Michael and offered their house for a party if Michael and Miranda could get their friends to come. Michael and Miranda, Amy and Ethan, Jenny and Cameron.
“Don’t worry,” Amy said, after Michael introduced her and Emma. “Everyone’s nervous their first time. And you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she added. She placed a gentle hand on her host’s shoulder, letting her fingertips slide down Emma’s arm. “You can just watch if you like. Though I do hope you’ll reconsider...”
Emma bit her lip. Amy was tall, almost as tall as Noah, with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes. She wore a business suit with the jacket open scandalously low, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked nothing like Emma, who was red-haired and petite in her summery dress.
“Thanks, Amy,” Emma murmured. She glanced around her and caught Noah’s eye. He was standing by the window chatting with another couple, presumably Jenny and Cameron, but he stared as Emma thanked Amy with a long, slow hug. Amy kissed her softly on the cheek as she pulled away, and Emma’s arms lingered around the other woman’s slender neck.
Two hours later, everyone was gathered in the living room with a game open in front of them. Emma was on one end of the couch, snuggled up against Noah, with Miranda on his other side and Michael beside her at the opposite end. The other two couples sat on puffy floor pillows. The game had stalled considerably. Emma watched Miranda’s hand, which had found its way onto Noah’s thigh. Emma took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her husband. Miranda hesitated, so Emma placed her own hand over the hand resting on her husband’s leg and guided it to Noah’s crotch. Noah inhaled sharply.
The other couples had seemed to take the hint. Jenny and Cameron had gone from cuddling to making out, and Amy and Ethan were watching the scene play out on the couch. Emma backed off from Noah. Miranda moved to straddle him, and Noah’s hands hovered above her waist for a moment before coming to rest on her hips. Michael watched from his end of the couch as his wife kissed Noah’s neck, Noah holding her hips tight against his crotch.
Emma slunk off the couch and knelt on the floor near Amy and Ethan. They both smiled at her and Amy held out her hand, which Emma took.
“So you, uh, you work downtown?” Emma asked, acutely aware of their patient, knowing smiles. Instead of answering, Ethan placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She felt his lips on her neck, warm and soft. She glanced at Noah again, but his face was covered by Miranda’s curtain of auburn hair. She stared at his hands on her ass as Ethan lightly trailed his lips over her throat. His hands went to her shoulders and then down to her arms, and eventually one hand was pressing against her left breast. He had a firmer touch than Noah, and the sensation surprised her. She felt Ethan’s smirk against her neck as her breathing hitched.
“What do you say we go find a room?” he breathed. Emma twitched at the idea. She hadn’t felt this naughty since she was a teenager, sneaking into the back of her father’s car with Noah, him hard as a rock and her lips bruised with his hungry kisses.
“Is… would Amy be okay with that?” Emma asked, and Ethan chuckled, his nose tickling Emma’s collar bone.
“I think Amy’s already gone with it,” he said, and Emma looked around, blinking. It was true: Amy was no longer in the living room, and Michael was gone too. Cameron and Jenny were still there, though Cameron’s hand had disappeared up Jenny’s skirt. Emma blushed, looked away at Ethan, and blushed even deeper.
“Okay,” she said, because that was about all she could manage. Ethan locked a hand in her hair and kissed her on the lips, deep, for just the count of three or four. Emma crawled back over to the couch and placed a hand on Miranda’s back. Miranda moved aside, leaving Noah aroused and confused until he saw Emma kneeling in front of him.
“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, sounding slightly groggy. Emma could see the bulge in in pants and knelt down to kiss him through his jeans.
“Of course. I’m taking Ethan to the back. I’ll be out soon.”
Noah looked at Ethan, then back to Miranda. He pulled Emma up from between his legs and kissed her softly. “Have fun,” he whispered.
“You too,” Emma said. “I love you.”
Emma led Ethan into the back room while Noah climbed on top of Miranda. She paused just before they passed from view because the couple on the floor had gotten up and approached the couch as well. Cameron took Miranda’s arm and drew her into a standing position, where he pulled her against him and whispered in her ear. She giggled, and Miranda said something to Noah. He pointed towards the office and the two went off there together, leaving Noah and Jenny alone in the living room. Jenny settled on one end of the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. Noah cleared his throat and grinned sheepishly at her.
“Amy really likes blondes,” Ethan confided with the quirk of a smile. “I’m sure she’ll be back to Noah in a bit. I’d be jealous if I weren’t such a fan of redheads myself.”
Emma blushed, not used to being complimented by men who weren’t her husband. So much of her life had been consumed playing by all the rules. It had never occurred to her to check with Noah to see if the rules even applied.
“I used to date a guy with blue eyes,” she said. “I kind of miss them.”
She took him by the hand and led him to the guest room her mother and father had slept in a few weekends ago. All of the sheets had been changed and the floor was vacuumed, blinds dusted, and windows cleaned with all-natural cleaner. The rest of the house was just as immaculate. Emma may not have known exactly how to throw a swinger party, but she did know how to clean (and knew what kind of incentive would convince Noah to help her).
“Gee,” Ethan said, looking at the perfectly tucked sheets, “I’m afraid to touch anything.”
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Emma bounced onto the bed, the comforter crinkling around her. “No worries. I’m just a bit anal.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Emma cleared her throat and smoothed the blankets around her.
“This is your first time swinging, huh?” Ethan asked. Emma nodded. “Pretty ballsy of you to throw your own party. Normally you’d watch for a bit first, get a feel for the community.”
“Noah likes to dive into things head first,” she explained, “And it can be really fun going along for the ride.”
“You’re having fun, then?”
“It’s… yes, but it’s a little…”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not always like this. There was a lot going on in your living room, actually.” Ethan paused and looked away, then cleared his throat. “Normally that kind of thing happens in private.”
Emma blushed again, “Oh, did we do it wrong? I—”
“No, no,” he said, waving away her concern, “There’s no wrong. It was just a bit different. Kind of nice, the change.” His voice had grown husky. “It’s not normally so voyeuristic.”
Emma curled her toes and tapped her fingernails against the bedpost. “I get the feeling you’re a bit of a perv,” she teased, poking his nose with one dainty finger. He smiled. “I think you liked watching your girlfriend go off with Michael.”
“What makes you think that?” he asked. Emma playfully ground against him, his erection pressing into her stomach.
“Gee,” she said, “I wonder.”
They’d closed the door and the room was silent except for their breathing and the rustling of fabric. Emma let her hands fall to the hem of Ethan’s shirt.