Billionaire: Menage: Swinger: Let's Swing (MMF Bisexual Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Short Stories)

by Piquette Fontaine

  At long last, I managed to pull away from him with a loud, frenzied gasp and a pop of our lips, my chest beating heavily, and my limbs trembling as I blinked away my astonishment, bracing myself, knowing that things were about to escalate in a very major way.

  From here on out things seemed to move remarkably quickly, as within maybe fifteen minutes of first meeting one another he was sliding the palms of his hand up my shirt, pushing them along the terrain of my body in such a splendid manner that it sent shivers of delight all up and down my spine, making me moan like a bitch and cringe with delight, his grip shuttling through every warm patch of flesh, and my tits being kneaded up so greedily that I felt on the verge of sheer, outright collapse. He seized his fingers beneath the twin cups of my bra and began to slide them down off of me, unveiling the theretofore concealed majority of my tits and my pink, sharp, aroused nipples. He placed his hands directly onto my mammaries and began to squeeze tightly, greedily, sinking his grip so deeply into my body that he might have been readying to pull my breasts off entirely. He began to massage them with the utmost brutality merged with tenderness, pumping his hands through my flesh and causing me to whimper horrifically, loving the feeling as he worked me up so frenziedly, causing me to swoon and go cross-eyed and at last close my eyes altogether.

  He began to back me up toward a wall, pinning me in place there beneath his massive, hulking weight, his tremendous, throbbing penis digging into me from beneath the fabric of his shorts, and me, all the while, having to stand on tip-toes in order to continue with kissing him on his lips. He began to pull me out of my shirt, peeling the fabric up, up, up over my head and the strands of my hair cascading down along my shoulder, chills running through me as he dropped it to the floor, and his hands began to rub all over my bare, naked torso. Aside from the novelty of the experience itself, it had been, mind you ages, since I had last introduced my vulnerable, naked body to a new and unfamiliar man, nudity in my husband's presence so routine nowadays that I might have spent an entire day within his presence without him having sprang even the slightest of boners whatsoever.

  Tyler, meanwhile, was wholly and utterly appreciative of my beautiful naked anatomy, as evidenced by the grinding of his engorged black cock up against my leg through the thin black fabric of my leggings, the friction driving me absolutely wild, and my body so inundated with lust that I could scarcely maintain myself.

  Tyler then proceeded to put his hands on the waistline of my skin-tight leggings, yanking them down, down, down along my body until I could easily step out of them, and was left standing there in nothing but the skimpiest of thongs, the fabric riding high up my sweaty, trembling buttcrack as he slid his fingers into the waistband, toying with the skimpy little thing playfully as he kneaded up the flesh of my thighs, causing my knees to quake and to knock together, and tears to come streaming out nervously from the corners of my eyes. He reached around, then, and seized a vicious handful of my ass, before finally pulling out his hands altogether, and peeling out of his loose, sweaty tank top.

  I must have literally gasped upon seeing his naked, heaving torso, his musculature exquisite and mouth-watering, his rippling stomach heaving wildly as he snorted and grunted and wheezed at me, and the overall impression so fierce that aroused liquid from my pussy began to trickle out from my panties and simmer down along my thighs, making them glossy as they trembled and shook, and causing a perverse, lurid smile to spread out across Tyler's sweet, black, utterly kissable lips.

  He stood before me like that for some time with his crotch jutted out toward me, his bulge in my face and making some pretty damn clear-cut assertions. I swallowed hard, and reached over to him accordingly, biting my lower lip as I slid my arm down, down, down into the dank, beautiful confines of his shorts and his boxers, the heat of the vicinity scorching my palm as I fumbled through the wild black thicket of his pubic hair, until at last, at long, veiny last I seized my fingers around his coursing hot shaft, and my eyes instantly went wide as sin with alarm.

  With almost herculean strength I whipped that engorged pecker out into the open, gazing in awe as it swayed there before me like the branch of a fucking tree in the wind. The thing was an absolute monstrosity, taut and veiny and with an immense sticky glob of sperm beginning to ooze from the engorged brown tip, the overall effect causing my entire body to tremble with holy fright at the sight of him, and every single last muscle to tighten at the prospect of being snapped in half and penetrated.

  I didn't even know how to handle that fucking thing....

  I struggled considerably to wrap my quivering finger's around the penis' thick hot girth, unable, despite an admirable degree of effort, to grab onto him with just one hand, and forced, therefore, to make this a two handed job. With my hands clasping that thick chocolate shaft I began to jack him off, pumping that gargantuan thing from taint to tip and doing my damnedest to keep up my own pace, my tits bouncing wildly across my chest as I put my entire fucking body into my long, hard strokes, my arms growing rapidly exhausted as I continued to wank and wank and wank, moans issuing forth from my lips as I continued to struggle with the effort, and sweat beginning to pour down my skin in sheer, sticky torrents.

  “Yeah... Yeah that's nice...” Tyler began to moan, sweeping my hair back behind my ears in such a manner that there could be no doubts whatsoever about what, precisely, I should be expecting to occur next. However, I felt utterly flabbergasted as to how the hell on God's green earth I was going to deliver this to him, and sure enough, there was his hand on the crown of my head, and there I was, unprepared, but knowing that it was going to happen all the same.

  Working up my resolve I popped open my jaws as fucking far as I could possibly muster, attempted to suppress my gag reflex to the extent possible, and allowed myself to be reeled in toward his body. This immediately became a struggle for me as my lips melted and stretched around the immense brown tip of his fat, throbbing cock, my face being slid down along it like a sword being returned to its sheath. He stretched me out in a way that fell nowhere short of agonizing, pushing that limb-sized sex organ down my windpipe and causing the tears to stream readily from my eyes, whimpers of agony somehow managing to escape, and my face so stuffed at this point that I could barely even manage to open my eyes.

  He began, very slowly, to pull himself in and out, in and out, in and out of me, managing very little in terms of progress given that my lips were sealed too tightly around him, but his efforts gradually becoming steadier as he choked me with his fierce blade. Faster and faster and faster he face-fucked me, eventually seizing my hair in his hands as a means of control and commencing to absolutely brutalize me, pain rocking me to my core as he pumped and fucked and destroyed my throat with such passion that I thought he might not stop until he'd punted my head clean off with this thrusting pelvis. Fluids began to flow wildly from my lips from the innermost depths of my throat, gagging me even worse and humiliating me to no ends, and all the while I felt myself further and further turned on by the fact of my excruciating submission to this man.

  At last, after several more vicious blasts into my pretty little cheeks, Tyler pulled out of me, and I gasped and choked and nearly vomited on my own fluids, as Tyler continued to slap his engorged, spit-stained cock on my cheeks like a motherfucking bongo drum.

  From there, he led me over to the couch, where he draped his body out across the cushions, his cock sticking up into the air like the blade of a weapon for me to fall upon and burst my body to smithereens. I wriggled out of my panties shaking, and laboriously climbed up onto him, lining up my sopping wet pussy with his erection, and then lowering my body down, and mounting him bareback.

  I whimpered, then moaned, and then had to close my eyes as I felt his sheer immensity pulling me apart, the tip of his huge cock piercing through the lips of my twat and then proceeding to unfurl me like a scroll, stretching me out more thoroughly than I could ever in my life recall my pussy having been stretched, so wide that by the time I got all the way p
ressed down onto him I thought I would end up walking home bowlegged afterward.

  It took me quite a long moment to contain myself on top of him like that, stunned as I was that I had somehow managed to fit that fucking much of a man into my body, a load, I mused, comparable to childbirth, and the pain and pleasure, I knew, only beginning to unfold. I began to rock back and forth on top of him, to gyrate, to bend my spine to and fro and to work myself up into as much of a rhythm as proved possible. The lips of my pussy sloshed and melted and distorted around the obstacle of his engorged boner, and I felt myself beginning to drift upward toward the ceiling as I bounced up and down on top of him like a fucking pogo stick, ripping apart my body and then making it whole again with every brutal smashing together of our genitals, the soreness dreadful and agonizing, yet a thing of sheer beauty all the while, my tits bouncing wildly as I humped and pumped and careened wildly, screams pouring from my lips in streams, “Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!,” and our wet, colliding bodies smashing loudly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!

  And the next thing I knew I was screaming at the very tip top of my lungs, his cock throbbing inside me and discharging a steady molten stream of his brutal love into my pussy, pulse after pulse after pulse of it banding up into my vagina and spilling from my body in its thickness and abundance, sending me ass over tit and spiraling uncontrollably over the edge. Orgasm rocked through my body like wild, causing me to go temporarily blind, and seizing me so fiercely that I thought there was a reasonable to high chance that I might not survive it, that I might not ride out the storm this time around, as it were. And I was filled with a sense of sheer awe, double-pronged in regard to both the knife to the back this had truly been to my faithful and loving husband, as well as to how very, very, shockingly good it all felt on my agonized pussy...

  Tyler and I had sex two more times that night, once in his bed and a final time in the shower, as well as every remaining day throughout the course of the week. I was left astonished by the time my husband got back at just how glorious deviation from the norm could be for a person, and how thoroughly trapped one could end up feeling by convention without even realizing it.

  And then I found out I was pregnant...

  Chapter 3

  I was horrified, on top of being astonished and not knowing what the hell I should make of the fact. I mean, fuck, my husband and I had been fucking off birth control for how long? And not once had a single one of his wriggling little sperm made their way into an egg, a fact which, reasonably, should have been as clear an indicator as any that things weren't going to happen unless given a little extra stirring on behalf of a fertility doctor. What was more, I quite reasonably shouldn't have gotten pregnant even if the problem had been on Steven's end all along, because I'd gotten back on birth control in order to even out my periods just a bit, and my ovaries should have been all but impenetrable as a result. So what the fuck in hell's name was the deal, I was left asking myself rhetorically? Like... My pussy should have been a no-fly-zone for any prospective little rugrats who felt like gestating inside me, and yet here I was my belly bulging and my tits swelling and my mind reeling with possibilities.

  For one thing, there was no definitive way of telling for absolute certain whether it had genuinely been my big black lover's little wrigglers who had managed to plant their feet into my ovum. Bear in mind, if you will, that my husband and I had previously boinked prior to his departure from the house for his work thingy. Maybe his little guys had picked up their fertilization game and decided to apply themselves more fervently to knocking me up, and it was Steven's baby currently inflating in there rather than Tyler's. I could be optimistic, sure, and I could go on continuing to pretend that I was completely innocent to Steven, that I had never cheated on him, and that the agonizing, glorious bouncing up and down upon Tyler's big black cock had, in fact, never actually taken place. Indeed, Steven himself seemed overjoyed by the fact of my expanding paunch and my rapidly swelling titties, thinking at last that he had got his cajones in order and was a potent and worthwhile man yet again, able to spray baby paste with the best of them, and his affection for me, in turn, somehow redoubled in spite of my increasing worry about the situation. Hell, this would have been exactly what I'd wanted were I convinced that it was my husband's cock and not a relative stranger's who'd done the planting, and in many ways Steven surprised me with his enthusiasm for being a daddy, in a manner that was as heartbreaking as it was adorable, making the decision to eventually buckle down and tell him the truth that much more of a painful, excruciating, and utterly unpleasant one, to say the very, very least about it.

  But, I supposed, poor Steven was bound to find out the truth sooner or later when I popped out a half-black newborn baby, both of our respective families as white as fucking sheets as they were, and I knew that, at six months into this absolute clusterfuck of a situation, I would have to break down and tell him the truth.

  I sat him down one fine afternoon that happened to be almost sarcastically too sunny, and felt myself simmering with hatred toward the stupid, innocent, unsuspecting grin on his face, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and therefore hating him all the more for the fact. I swallowed hard, and broke down crying before I'd even had the chance to spit out the words. I think he panicked a little bit on the drop in my expression, thinking perhaps that something was wrong with the baby, and asking, again and again and again, with renewed and increased anxiety in his voice each time, “What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?”

  A very flat, very emotionless “I cheated on you,” was all I could manage to muster up the courage to say to him between my tears, more to replace one worry with another than anything else, to get his mind off the thought of the baby being unwell and onto the subject of the baby spawning from an entirely different set of loins than that which he had previously imagined. Things were very still throughout the remainder of the rather one-sided conversation, the room seeming painfully quiet whenever I needed a break in speaking, and his only words ever uttered a very repetitive, “I see... I see... I see...”, utterly devoid of emotion and perhaps, somehow, all the more terrifying for that simple, unsettling fact.

  And when it was all over, when even my tears had managed to dry out and my throat hurt from trying to speak while crying, thing were so still, so devastatingly silent that you might have heard a fucking pin drop. And after some time, after so much delay that it made my skin begin to crawl, he at last said, without a drop of any substance to his voice whatsoever, “Call him and tell him to come over here...”

  “What- who- Tyler? But what-”

  “Tell him to come over here. I want to meet the man who impregnated my wife.”

  “Steven- what are you going to- Christ, you're not going to- Steven, you can't... You can't hurt him...”

  “I'm not going to hurt him. Tell him to come over here.”

  And so, with an incredible degree of reluctance, I did just that. A couple of hours later the three of us were all sitting around in the living room, looking vastly uncomfortable, I might add, no one saying a word, Tyler staring at his shoes and Steven's eyes locked darkly on the man, as though any moment he might fly out of his chair and lunge across the room to attack my- and I shuddered to think this- my baby daddy. And all the while I simply sat there in my chair, shivering and feeling nervous as hell, wanting this to all be over, wishing that had never happened, praying for it all to have been a dream, and to wake up any moment now with a normal sized gut and no longer with a little person being grown into existence inside me.

  At last, my husband spoke, his eyes still fixated on Tyler. “Kiss her...” he commanded.

  Tyler and I both looked up quite suddenly, our eyes wide, the two of us turning toward one another and then back to Steven, Tyler stammering, as though he'd misheard, “Wh- what?”

  “Kiss my wife,” Steven commanded, flatly as ever, his nostrils flaring, “I want to see what it was like when you fucked the woman I married, what it w
as like when you two put that baby inside her.”

  “Steven, I-” I said, but my voice breaking, but then I looked over at Tyler. He was looking at me imploringly, seeming frightened himself to be honest, and in that moment there seemed to be an almost palpable erotic tension in the room, a feeling that made it hard to breathe, yet was somehow not entirely unpleasant to be quite honest.

  The two of us did as we were instructed.

  Despite the potential danger of the moment, I felt a shiver of desire wash over me upon the planting of Tyler's lips against my own, our tongues rolling onto one another and tackling, sloshing, swooping and weaving, getting me wet and prickly between the thighs largely in spite of myself, my head growing light with the surreal nature of this bizarre scenario, and my jaw beginning to tense up, until at last I had to pull away, unable to stand it anymore.