by Mia Moore
Swingers Cravings Box Set
All Three Parts In A Single Volume!
By
Mia Moore
About This Book
Sara doesn’t need to live forever—but only to her forties? That’s totally not fair!
Everything is ‘nice’ in Sara’s life. Love is better the second time around. Don is a wonderful man— trim, fit, hardworking and sober. Not to mention that he’s six years younger than her and thinks she’s flamethrower hot, because that would be bragging.
So what if it’s her second marriage? It’s not like she’s a slut or something; how many other women have only slept with three men by the time they’re in their forties and married two of them? It’s pretty much a picture postcard life. Okay, maybe to postcard’s a little frayed around the edges, but still… It’s a nice, quiet life. Up until now.
They say in every life a little rain must fall. While in the shower, she’s hit by a hurricane.
She finds a lump.
Finding that damn lump scares the hell out of her. But the look on their faces at the doctor’s office is terrifying!
The impending loss of this precious gift is a wakeup call. She’s approaching a very short middle age and has missed out on a lot. And it’s not sky diving, or Rocky Mountain climbing, or spending 8 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu no matter what that stupid song said.
Sara’s missed out on sex. When she asks her hubby how many partners he’s had, and he needs extra fingers and toes—not fair at all!
Her new lease on life comes with a G string attached!
Why in the world did she draw the line at pretty and not sexy? Attractive but not alluring? Why was she so afraid of being labeled a slut that she missed out on so many pleasures of the flesh? What is so damn wonderful being a ‘good’ girl anyway?
If she ever gets a second chance, she’s going to be a bad girl. A wicked, wicked woman. What would it be like to try the swinger lifestyle? This is crazy. A month earlier she never thought of wife swapping, and now she wants to try it? Has she lost her mind? Well, maybe they can start with soft swing, whatever that is. She wonders if they play ‘pin the tail’ at those sex parties. Ouch. She doesn’t want to be a total slut… but maybe try it out for one night?
Does she even have the nerve?
A chance meeting in a restaurant opens her eyes to the wonder of ménage, kick starting her explorations of becoming a swinger wife. And it really doesn’t matter—she doesn’t have the time to be scared. Gripping Don’s hand for dear life she jumps in with both feet.
Right into bed!
A Note From The Author:
In this novel, my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. Please, in your real life playing, play often and play safe!
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2014, Mia Moore
ISBN: 978-1-927984-53-6
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Table of Contents
About This Book and A Note From the Author
Part 1: Now Or Never!
Chapter 1: Newbies
Chapter 2: The Lump
Chapter 3: Sixty / Forty
Chapter 4: Sky Diving And Mountain Climbing?
Chapter 5: SBD
Chapter 6: Twenty Eight? Or Twenty Nine?
Chapter 7: Brewer’s Droop
Part 2: Ready Or Not!
Chapter 1: This Can’t Be Good
Chapter 2: Life Is Short
Chapter 3: It Doesn’t Matter
Chapter 4: Slutty?
Chapter 5: Step One
Chapter 6: Close Your Eyes
Chapter 7: Final Results
Part 3: Here We Go!
Chapter 1: Without Me?
Chapter 2: But…
Chapter 3: We’d Love To Come
Chapter 4: Out of That Dress…
Chapter 5: The Heat of The Moment
Chapter 6: Saddle Up!
Chapter 7: Well Hung
Chapter 8: Absolutely
Chapter 9: If You Think This Was Hot…
Chapter 10: It’s That Obvious?
Chapter 11: Oh No!
Chapter 12: ‘Oh My Fucking…’
Chapter 13: Dessert Friends
Part 1 Now Or Never!
Chapter 1: Newbies
“There they are, in the back corner.”
My gaze fled by the groups of people playing at the rows of pool tables, to the elevated platform behind, where sofas and lounge chairs were set up in conversation nooks. Ah, there was a lone couple in their twenties, seated close together bordered by a sea of laughing pods of people.
Hmm…they looked even more attractive than their profile pics on line.
“Oh my.” I waved at them and made a bee line, high heels clicking on the worn, hardwood floor.
More than a few of the guys standing with pool cues in hand, openly checked me out. I met their gazes straight on and smiled. Just as sharks can sense blood in the water, so too can men zero in on a woman’s sexual confidence—her fuckability--even when she’s shrouded in a knee length, trench coat. If they knew what would happen later that evening, their pool game would switch from the tables to their pant pockets.
The sour glances of the women we passed transformed when they caught sight of Don, following close behind me—not that I blamed them. At over six feet tall, with the muscles of a weightlifter and a face that could grace a Hollywood screen, he was a nice bit of eye candy. All man and all mine for the past three years.
I walked up the steps to the platform and smiled seeing our dates pop up out of their seats. They grinned and tried to look casual but the way they held hands, the sideways glances they shared, shouted newbie. In a lot of ways, that made them even more enticing.
“Hi! It’s great to finally meet you.” I stepped into Craig and put my arms around his shoulders, straining on tip toes to kiss his lips. Wow. Only twenty-seven, with shoulders as wide as a full-back’s and sea blue eyes you could drown in. And he smelled good, clean shaven, with a hint of coconut.
When I let him out of my clutches, his eyebrows rose and he exhaled a puff of breath through lips formed in a circle. The hand fluttering back and forth in front of his chest brought a smile to my lips. Yeah, I’m hot but the complimentary gesture from someone as young and buff as him never grows old.
I stepped to the side and placed my hands on Daphne’s shoulders, holding her for a moment while my gaze roamed from her eyes, pale blue orbs, wide with wonder, and past luscious, pink lips, parted slightly. Her skin was alabaster, with not a blemish, perfectly framed by honey blond, hair. The dress she wore, a royal blue lace sheath, hugged every curve of her body, from the swell of breasts that were high, and juicy, like ripe apples, to the narrow waist blooming outward, becoming plush, rounded hips.
“You’re even more beautiful in person.” I drew her close and kissed her softly, brushed my lips against hers, lingering for a beat. Had she ever been kissed like that by another woman? From the sigh that passed from her lips when I eased away, it didn’t seem like it. Oh God, to be her first, make her whimper
, hands clinging to my head between her legs, what a rush.
Fuck, I hadn’t been here five minutes and my pussy was swollen, wet and ready.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Don shake hands with Craig and then smile at Daphne and me. “You guys look great. After…how many emails? We finally meet.”
I untied the belt and slowly loosened the buttons on my coat, slipped it off my shoulders and turned to place it on the sofa across from them. When I faced Daphne and Craig again, they both met my gaze, but I’d seen it. The loose neckline of my dress had their attention. It was cut low enough that the underside curve of my breast peeked through when I turned.
Good. It was worth the money I’d paid for it--just that one surreptitious glimpse I’d treated them to. Bras, especially the demi cups that push the girls up and highlight the cleavage are nice, but I’ve found that a bare breast, covered by the flimsiest of fabric is more erotic. It’s like a magnet drawing their eyes, the loose draping, sheltering breasts that are naked and vulnerable.
I smiled and sat down, with just a slight exaggeration, leaning forward and twisting at the waist, favoring them once with a flash of tit. This time, Craig’s lips parted and he filled his eyes, greedily gaping for a moment or two.
“They’re nice aren’t they?” Don’s voice was soft as he sat down next to me.
Daphne and Craig turned to him, their eyes wide.
“Sara’s breasts. It’s okay. Both of us like the fact you’re checking them out.” He turned and scraped the back of his hand over my nipple.
Oh fuck, it sent a thrill between my legs. I inhaled deeply when his hand left and signaled to the waitress. Across from us, Craig and Daphne looked like owls, round eyes, totally captivated.
“What are you drinking? Let me get the first round. After all, WE asked you out and we’re the experienced swingers.” Don’s smile when he faced them was confident and easy.
“This is kind of like a date…yeah, I get that. So, you’re going to ply us with liquor and take advantage?” Daphne punctuated her comment with a wink and a grin, looking directly at Don.
Oh yeah, she liked what she was seeing. Don’s maturity and sexy smile could melt any woman’s panties.
“I’m in.” Craig’s answer was bullet fast, his eyes aimed at me. “ Gin and tonic, make them doubles.” He grinned and placed his arm around Daphne, leaned over and kissed her cheek.
That simple gesture, the show of affection and love between them was something I always looked for. From the way she looked at him, starry eyed kind of, they were a solid couple.
I rubbed Don’s thigh and when he turned to face me I gave a small nod. We didn’t need to say a word, not with our history and love for each other. He smiled, in agreement. He wanted to swing with Daphne and Craig, as much as I did.
When the waitress appeared, her eyes took in all of us before focusing on Don. We could have been any four friends out for a drink and a few laughs…except for the fact that both Daphne and I were over the top, in sexy dresses. I watched the young waitress taking Don’s drink order. If she surmised or speculated anything more, she didn’t betray it, not that it would have mattered if she had. My days of obsessing about what other people think were long gone.
I turned to Daphne and smiled sweetly. “I’m not wearing panties, are you?”
Her gaze flitted to the waitress and back to me. Even Craig looked a little discomfited for a moment before he glanced at my crotch.
The waitress left and Craig spoke up. Not only that, but his hand drifted to his crotch, fingers pushing to adjust his package. He looked at Don. “How do you do it, man? My cock’s so hard, it’s almost painful, sitting here in these pants.”
“Are you lordin’ it over me? I’m forty-two, not some young stud in his twenties. I remember getting hardon’s from just the whiff of a pretty woman’s perfume.” He leaned forward and clapped Craig’s shoulder, a mile wide grin on his face.
Daphne rested her hand on her husband’s thigh, inching higher as she spoke to me. She arched an eyebrow. “Out in public in that dress? I don’t believe you.” She glanced around the area where we were sitting and turned back to me, lowered her voice. “You’ll have to show us.” Her eyes sparkled and her lips were drawn together in a flirty smile.
My eyes met hers. She was being playful, girlishly coy, but there was no doubt in my mind. Daphne was totally turned on and anxious to take this farther.
“Oh boy.” Craig shifted in his seat, pushing his wife’s hand down to the safety of his thigh, but his eyes were fastened on my crotch.
The lighting in the bar was low and even though I don’t care what other people think, I had no wish to be arrested for indecent exposure. I took a look around me and saw that people at other tables and conversation pits were busy with their own gangs.
My fingers grasped the hem of my dress and pulled slowly, gliding it inch by tantalizing inch up my thighs. Craig gasped when the creamy white flesh above the dark thigh high stockings appeared. Just a little bit farther, opening my legs a little, giving them just a snapshot of bare, horny pussy. Watching Daphne and Craig, their eyes like saucers, ogling my crotch, squirming in their seats, made me want to do it again, give them a longer look, but I caught sight of the waitress returning.
“Thanks Darlin’” Don sat back as she placed the drinks on the table, and handed her a fifty. “Keep the change.
When she left, Craig closed his eyes and shook his head a couple of times before speaking, looking from Don to me. “Wow. Is it always like this when you actually meet up with a couple? I mean you guys are seriously crazy and sexy as hell.”
He was so cute and boyish in that moment that I wanted to wrap my arms around him, smother his face in my boobs. “We knew we’d like you, right from the first email exchange. And the fact that Daphne’s bi-curious…well that’s the icing on the cake. But, to answer your question, no, it’s not always this good.”
Don leaned forward and held his drink in front of him. “What Sara is getting around to, is that we don’t always fuck on a first date.” He turned his head and looked into my eyes, wonder and love shining in his gaze. “But, today is special for us.”
He turned back and scanned Daphne and Craig’s faces. “If you’re up for it, let’s go to the club after we finish this drink.”
“Is it your anniversary? Should we offer congratulations?” Daphne grinned at me.
Before I had a chance to answer, Don broke in. “Later. We’ll tell you then.”
I watched Daphne and Craig from over the rim of my glass, sipping and savoring the icy liquor. The soothing alcohol spread like wildfire through my stomach, arms and legs, smoldering in a pussy that was aching for more.
Daphne regarded Craig and raised her chin, searching his face with her eyes. She turned to Don and rolled her tongue over her lower lip. “We’re in.”
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Daphne and Craig were like kids on Christmas morning when the four of us entered the club. I’d been here with Don so many times, that it was refreshing to see it anew, through their eyes.
I watched a couple in their thirties brush past us, on their way to the bar. The woman, dark haired, pretty in her pixie cut and short ivory, silk dress smiled at me and checked out my dress…well actually more what the dress hinted at. When she turned to Daphne and gave her the once over, Daphne’s cheeks flushed pink and her gaze dropped to the floor.
Not so Craig. There was nothing bashful about the way he was ogling the sexy women and their partners. Don excused himself and threaded his way to the bar, leaving me to find a table, with Daphne and Craig in tow.
As we walked between tables on one side, overlooking the dance floor and, on the other side, sofas and love seats set up in conversation nooks, I noticed a group of friends sitting off to the left. It was the usual gang—Sylvia, Byron, Dani and Keith. Carrie and Josh were probably running late.
“Sara!” Dani spotted me first and beckoned us over.
“Hi Dani!” I turned slightly and hel
d my arm up, including Daphne and Craig. “These are our new friends, Craig and his wife Daphne.” I pointed my finger at each of the gang in turn, introducing them. “We’re going to get a table on our own tonight. Maybe we’ll catch you later.”
“Isn’t tonight…?” Sylvia leaned forward, revealing a long line of deep cleavage as she peered up at me.
I nodded and fluttered my fingers at her, already turning to ease away from the gang and find a table for us. Any other time, I would have been happy to join them, give Daphne and Craig a chance to meet a great group of friends, but not this night. Being with newbies tonight, was more important.
I spotted a table next to the dance floor that a young couple were just leaving and hustled over to stake claim. It was perfect--the platform where it sat was elevated about a foot, with a view of everything.
“This place is amazing! I can’t believe how sexy it is.” Craig waved his hand, like he’d just touched the hot burner of a stove.
I laughed. “Yes, you’re right.” I swept my arm out taking in the club. “The atmosphere is different here. Everyone here will be getting laid tonight!” I brought my hand to my cheek and tapped it. “Just with who is the mystery.”
Daphne nodded and blinked at me a couple of times. “Even the women undress you with their eyes. They’re not shy about letting you know they like what they see.”
Don appeared clutching four drinks and carefully set them on the table. He watched my eyes as he handed me one. “Did you see…?”
“Yes. Maybe we’ll have a drink with them…” I glanced at Daphne and Craig and back to Don. “After.”
The music played a deep throbbing beat and the dance floor was already crowded with couples. I sneaked a peek at Daphne and Craig. There was no other word for it; they were agog watching the scantily clad women, their partners all but fucking them in their dancing, hands roaming freely over breasts and crotches.
The brass stripper pole, set on the edge of the dance floor contained two young women, one in only a G string while the other wore a flaming red corset. Their male partners, along with a few other people were getting quite a show as they kissed and twirled around the giant phallic symbol.