Swingers Cravings (Swinger Bisexual MMF Menage Romance): All Three Books Bundled In A Single Volume!

by Mia Moore

  Carrie’s hand slithered behind my neck and she pulled me down onto her, kissing me deeply. The kiss joined us all. A picture of the four of us flashed in my mind, spurring me on, so caught up in the lust, to open my mouth wider, my tongue dancing with hers.

  My breath was almost a pant, coming fast as Josh worked me over with his tongue. I broke the kiss and reached for him, fingernails digging into his meaty shoulder for him to stop. He had me close to orgasm but that wasn’t what I wanted, not this way. Oh God, I needed a thick hard cock filling me, pounding and grinding.

  His face lifted and his lips, wet and glistening parted in an open smile as he rose above me. His hand grasped his cock and he pressed it against my opening. I couldn’t wait for him to push and clasped my legs hard around his ass and pulled him into me.

  OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK. My eyes squeezed shut as he stretched and filled my cunt. It was delicious and just a little different from Don’s cock.

  My clit was one more being played with and I opened my eyes. It was Carrie. She’d twisted her body, reaching to touch me as only a woman can while her husband drove into me. Oh fuck, I gasped and reached for her pussy as well.

  “That’s right. Oh fuck, that hot watching you play with each other…” Josh eased in and out of me slowly, savoring the sight.

  I looked at Don, only to find him mirroring Josh’s gaze, a total turn on watching Carrie and me.

  Her fingers whirred on my clit….the sensation may not have been as intense as the vibrator in the strap-on but with Josh’s cock thrusting deep into me…it was waaay better. I was close to coming and wanted to ride the crest of this wave of lust. I focused on Carrie, rubbing her clit with a fury. Don pumped into her faster now, his groin brushing my finger with each inward thrust.

  Josh’s fingers dug into my hip, pulling me onto him harder, his cock deep inside. My muscles clenched his shaft as the first tsunami of pleasure flooded through my body.

  “Oh God, your cock is so good….fuck me!” The scream of lust from my mouth, lascivious carnality, primal in my need echoed in the room, drowning out the heavy breathing of my bedmates. I arched forward…felt the swell of the deep, fat cock in my cunt as he spurted hot cum, again and again.

  Don’s groan following, the slap of his thighs and balls against Carrie’s pussy…her breath hissing through clenched teeth…Oh God, it was wanton and so deliciously erotic, the four of us fucking next to each other, Carrie and my hands caressing each other’s body.

  One final thrust deep inside, his face loose, eyes half closed with lust watching me and Carrie and Josh collapsed onto me, his breath a fast pant in my ear. I could feel our hearts pounding together as we drifted down from the pinnacle of pleasure.

  I strained sideways to kiss his ear, my hand softly rubbing his shoulder. “Oh fuck, that was so good.”

  “You’re not kidding.” He slid his hand between us and groped for my breast, filled his hand with my flesh, kneading and rolling it gently.

  “Josh, darling?” Carrie’s voice was just above a whisper.

  He strained up and looked over at her, a warm smile on his lips. “Yes, dear?”

  “We just HAVE to share Don and Sara with the gang.” She looked up at Don, his torso propped up by his elbows gazing from her face to mine. She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “You will love them. If you think this was hot, wait till there’s a group of a dozen people, naked and horny. “

  The look on her face was so open and cute that I ran my finger along her lips, reaching up follow the caress with a light kiss. “If they’re anywhere as sexy and nice as you and Josh, I…” I turned my head to see Don, nodding and smiling at me. “We’d love to meet them.”

  Chapter 10: It’s That Obvious?

  “A swingers’ club?” I shook my head and grinned as we drove the following night to the club Carrie and Josh had suggested. It was located on the outskirts of the city, in an industrial park of all places! I’d never been in this section of the city, never had any reason to.

  “Oh my God, I hear you. Here I am, in my forties driving to a sex club, with a hard on like I was some kind of teenager or something.” He reached over and grasped my hand in his, turned to me before he spoke. “How’s this for living on the wild side? I mean…we both agreed to try some new stuff and last night was over the moon with Josh and Carrie.” He grinned and slapped his palm on the steering wheel. “But yeah, here were about to enter a sex club!”

  “Who would believe it? And shopping this afternoon…Now wearing a dress that’s so revealing that if I bend the wrong way, everything south of the equator is going to show. It’s crazy but…FUN!” I squeezed his hand and scrunched my shoulders, tapping my feet on the floorboard—as close to a happy dance as I could manage n the confines of the car.

  “Well, you wanted crazy fun.” He wheeled into a large parking lot, brightly lit, next to a low building with a colorful neon sign, ‘The O Zone’. “We’re here, Sara.”

  Oh my God. This was it. I watched a couple emerge from their car and walk hand in hand across the lot and into the building. They were in winter coats, and from the height of her heels in the dark boots she wore, it was a good thing he held her hand.

  Would I know anyone, aside from Josh and Carrie,…anyone from work? I held my breath and glanced over at Don. This was a taste of what I’d wanted after the ordeal with the lump, but now that it was here, I couldn’t stop the bolt of fear that shot through my tummy. If we’d done nothing more than the hot session with Josh and Carrie, I’d have been happy, felt that I’d tasted life on the wild side.

  My eyes were wide staring at the door to the place. Just twenty feet away was a world where people danced and celebrated their sexiness, at least that’s how Carrie had put it. And she would know! When we entered we’d be part of that crowd. But using the term ‘that crowd’ wasn’t right. They were just ordinary people like us, people with kids, jobs, mortgages. The only difference was how they approached sex.

  It seemed after talking to Josh and Carrie, after the wild bout of swapping, that sex to them was just another aspect to their needs in life. You need food and sure meat, vegetables and fruit would satisfy you but delicious chocolate ice cream was also a treat you shouldn’t miss out on. And this was a treat as well. One that both Don and I would share and talk about afterwards—the memory stirring us even when we weren’t here.

  “Ready? Or are you having second thoughts because if you are, that’s okay too. We’ll still be good and can go home and have all kinds of raunchy sex, just the two of us.” Don’s voice was gentle, breaking my reverie.

  “No. I’m in. I was just considering all this. It’s been a whirlwind and I think I’m just getting my head around it.” I grinned at him as I reached for the door handle. “Josh and Carrie are in there and they’re nice. Oh my God, Don! If their friends are half as nice, we may end up in an orgy, can you believe that!”

  He put his hand on my arm, stopping me. “Sara, this is about us. Last night was incredibly hot but the best thing was watching how turned on you were by Carrie…and Josh.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “That’s something I never thought would happen…me getting hot watching another guy fuck you.”

  “I KNOW!” I leaned over and kissed him, bringing my hand onto his crotch. Oh yeah, he had a chubby all right. “It’s so weird. If that chick in the grocery store, Joanne or whatever her name was, came on to you like Carrie, I’d have been pissed as all get out. But, it was different seeing you with Carrie. I mean she was totally no threat to…to US. It made me happy watching you enjoy sex with her. I mean, happy for you.”

  “Okay then, let’s get in there and make you happy!” He kissed my lips lightly and grinned.

  “Not too happy!” I gave his arm a sharp jab. “Remember who calls the shots. Josh said women, so you’d better make sure I’m okay with whoever you want to make me happy with.”

  “That goes for me too, doll. I don’t want your head turned by some twelve inch, young stud…ruining you for sex wi
th me.”

  I smiled sweetly at him. “It would never happen. Twelve inches would hurt.”

  He laughed and got out of the car, came around to open my door for me.

  I looked up into his eyes as I swung my legs out and took his hand. God he was such a good looking guy with the dark hair and swarthy complexion. In the dark wool top coat, so wide at the shoulders and with his height, there’d be women there who’d cream their jeans to get next to him, or more accurately, under him. If he had any restrictions about me with younger, well hung men, well maybe I wouldn’t feel so good about him boffing a young chicklett. But that was something I’d never have to worry about. In this lifestyle the uterus ruled.

  We walked arm in arm to the entrance and he held the door for me. The beat of a popular song filled my ears while ahead of me was a tall counter, behind which stood a dark haired, pretty woman. “Hi. Welcome to the O Zone. First time?”

  “Is it that obvious?” Don laughed and we walked up to the counter. She smiled and her gaze took both of us in.

  “Actually, are you with Josh and Carrie? They gave me a head’s up that a new couple—“

  “Guilty. That’s us. So they must be here already.” I started to unbutton my coat watching her slide a form in front of Don.

  “Yup. They usually sit near the back, overlooking the dance floor.” She looked at Don and handed a pen to him. “We just need you to fill this out. It lists some of the rules but I think Josh will fill you out on that. Basically it’s all about respect—no touching other people unless they give permission—and discretion.” She turned to me and once more flashed a perfect white smile, so warm and friendly, at me. “The coat rack is over there.” …pointing to the left where a long rack of coats were hung, “just make yourself at home.”

  I hung up my coat, removed my winter boots and slid the high heels from the bag I had brought. After I slipped my feet into them, Don appeared at my side. He removed his coat and took my hand, leading me through the wide entranceway into the main room. Most of the small high tables were already occupied with laughing and chatting people. A long, colorful bar area to the left was also flanked with mostly guys waiting to be served.

  Oh God, if I thought my dress, bordered on stripper-wear, it was nothing to the get-ups of other women! A laughing brunette turned to give me the once-over, glossy ruby lips smiling appreciatively, eyes lingering on the low neckline and river of cleavage my scant red dress made no attempt to cover. She wore a sequined top, that hugged her body, the neck line cut in a V that surely must have just missed her naval. The curve of her bare breasts hung loose and inviting, the fabric managing to cover her nipples. The hem of the leather skirt she wore ended just below her crotch, topping long shapely bare legs.

  “Would you like me to get us a couple of drinks and then we’ll try to find Josh and Carrie?” Don touched my elbow but his eyes trailed after an Asian woman who passed by us. She glanced at him and flashed a flirty smile, before walking away, the curve of her butt cheek in the short dress, a final smile.

  “Yes, please.” My eyes were like big marbles, hell almost baseballs really, watching him and grinning.

  When he left my side I stared at the throng of people—guys in tight pants, white shirts casually open enough to highlight dark chests, blatantly checking me out and smiling. And it wasn’t just the men! Women, dressed in short sexy dresses, low cut to showcase the swell of their breasts, in evening makeup and pretty also gave me the eye.

  It was flattering and also exhilarating. I pulled my shoulders back, lifting the girls, my best asset if I did say so myself. Hell, when in Rome, as they say.

  A hand on my shoulder followed by a quick buss on the cheek and Josh stood next to me. “Sara! You look great. Where’s Don?”

  Josh’s blue eyes roamed from my face to the tips of my high heeled shoes. His grin and the look in his eyes were a welcome sight. I let out a deep breath unaware I’d been holding it as I took in the groups of people. “He’s at the bar.” I lifted my hand and pointed to the left, half-way down the line of people.

  A distinguished looking man, probably in his mid sixties, turned from the bar holding two amber colored drinks and joined a woman with silver hair framing a face that was still pretty, despite the deep lines that extended from the corners of her eyes and bordered her mouth. She wore a somewhat more conservative black dress, the hemline just above her knees. But the way she carried herself, so erect and confident, left no doubt she was a woman who loved life and enjoyed being at the club with her husband.

  When the older couple wandered away, two young couples could be seen, obviously good friends from the easy laughter and the way the women clasped each other’s hands, their eyes and smiles bright as they chatted.

  Josh must have been watching me, completely aware of what was going through my mind. “It’s a real mix, isn’t it, although most people are in their thirties and forties.”

  My hand flew to my chest and I leaned in to him. “Yeah. I guess I didn’t expect that, although to be truthful, I wasn’t sure what I expected. It’s amazing—the sexiness, people flaunting their bodies. I mean, the women.”

  My eyes left his as I watched another couple drift by. For the most part the men and women I’d seen were slender and fit, but this couple were heavier. She was a busty blonde with a round protruding tummy above curvy and wide steerage. Her silver stockinged legs seemed to shimmer and flash as she walked beside her husband. She was certainly no Vogue model but she was confident, exuding feminine sexuality, all luscious curves and softness.

  Don turned from the bar, two drinks of vodka in his hand. His face gleamed when he saw Josh standing next to me. “Hi. This is quite a place, wow.”

  “I’m glad you came. C’mon, Carrie and the gang are at a table near the dance floor.” He smiled and led the way, threading through the people who lined the bar area and then to what was like a corridor bordering the dance floor. A few couples and two women danced closely to the song that had changed to a slow sultry beat. My eyes flew open wider when I spied the brass pole at the edge of the area—a stripper pole! I grinned and shook my head. THAT might be fun to try after a few drinks.

  Along the walkway where Josh led us, were sofas and overstuffed chairs, small conversation areas where people could enjoy the view on the dance floor. A man in a dark suit was seated on one, his hand high on the woman draped over him. They kissed, hands exploring each other’s bodies, totally oblivious of the people around them. But, on second thought, considering the warm sensation in my pussy watching them, they were very aware of their behavior and surroundings.

  Josh was almost at the back of the large room when he turned and stepped up to an elevated area. The lighting was low but arcs of colored lights flashed from the mirrored ball hanging above the dance area. He stopped and turned, extending his arm in a welcome gesture to Don and I. I stepped forward to see a group of eight people sitting at a large table. Carrie was there, her hair falling to the side when she stood and threw her arms around me, kissing my lips in a warm welcome.

  She put her hands on my shoulders and held me away from her body for a few moments, smiling as her eyes roamed over my dress. “Very nice. We’re going to have such fun tonight. But first, let me introduce you to everyone.”

  She moved to the side and my jaw dropped, heart in my mouth at who was sitting there.

  Chapter 11: Oh No!

  Oh my God. Dani, from work! Holy fuck it was my worst fear of coming here, to find a co-worker. We stared at each other in horror for what seemed an endless length of time. Beside me, Carrie was pointing and prattling off names—Sylvia…husband Byron, Keith. When she came to Dani, I put my hand on her arm stopping her.

  Her head spun to look at me, eyebrows pulled together questioning.

  “Ah…Dani and I know each other.” My mouth was suddenly dry and I’d have given anything for that drink in Don’s hand. The whole table of people stared at me and glanced at Dani.

  She stood up and took a big br
eath, her eyebrows arching upward. “Sara?”

  Beside me, Carrie muttered an, ‘Oh my…” and looked at Josh.

  Don stepped to my other side, his arm brushing against mine, immediately protective from the stern look on his face. “Sara, we can leave if you’d like.” His words were soft and low.

  I shook my head, my eyes never leaving Dani’s. She took a few steps past another blond, busty woman—Sylvia?—and stood in front of me.

  “Sara, this is awkward but I guess…for me…sooner or later, it was bound to come up. What happens at the O Zone, stays at the O Zone. I’ll never say a word and even though I don’t know you all that well…”

  This was true. We worked for a large insurance company, in different departments. Sure we knew each other’s names, said ‘hi’ when we passed each other in the halls or lunchroom but really, we’d never had a conversation. She’d always seemed nice enough, a little overdone perhaps in the make-up and dresses she wore…and now I understood why.

  “I know. I don’t gossip. I hate gossip so you don’t have anything to worry about on that score. But…”

  Dani wore a loose neck top, cut low to expose the top half of her breasts, actually a pair of breasts that were stupendous in their large perfection. Her waist was tiny and hips and ass generous. She was gorgeous but there was no way, I wanted to have anything to do with her sexually. And that went for Don as well.

  “Gotcha. There’re lots of people here and I can’t see us together.” She turned to smile at, a guy handsome in a rugged kind of way, sitting next to the seat she’d vacated. “This is my husband Keith.” She turned and shrugging her shoulders, smiled at the group of people sitting quietly, watching our interchange.

  Carrie placed her arm over my shoulder and motioned to an empty couple of chairs at the table. “Have a seat. C’mon…” Her eyes flitted around the table as I stood, unsure whether to sit or make some excuse and escape. These people were all friends, had known each other for a while and it was Don and I who were the new kids.