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

by Piquette Fontaine

  This was, without exception, a complete lie, but it didn't stop the men from telling it and the wives and girlfriends believing what they wanted to hear, and it served the purpose for them of keeping the relationship from fizzling out completely on her behalf.

  And, what's more, it made something of a social pariah out of her. It led everyone to withdrawing from her, both the men she fucked and their significant others- but it also led her to developing something of a reputation, so that even men she hadn't the faintest interest whatsoever in boinking and their wives kept their distance from her. They didn't say hello when they passed her on the street, they didn't send her Christmas cards- hell, Alyshia knew of at least one instance where neighbors had warned a couple thinking of moving in next to her about the danger she posed to their lives and happiness, and the couple had ended up canceling their sale.

  It was bizarrely like she was on some cougar equivalent of a sex offender registry, so that anyone who came within a certain radius of her had to be warned of her insatiable lust.

  She couldn't help it if she had a bit of a sweet tooth, could she?

  It was these undersexed women who clearly all had the problem. If they couldn't even keep a firm hold on their men, then why the hell did they think they deserved them in the first place? As far as Alyshia was concerned, they didn't.

  She felt no guilt about what she did, but she was beginning to get a little peeved about the physical loneliness it was leading to. New young couples looking to move into the house next door avoided the slinky middle-aged vixen threatening to capsize their lives like a plague, and Alyshia wished that someone would settle in that didn't have any sort of attachment like that to keep them wary. A consistent, single fuck buddy to move in so that she didn't have to keep trolling the bars for her nightly company, and someone that might put a stop to the ridiculous Alyshia boycott among her neighbors- which was, absurdly, actually driving down property values for their neighborhood.

  She wanted someone tall, dark, and handsome to sweep her off her feet, with emphasis on dark- dark, dark, dark- someone who was as capable of tearing her apart with as much expertise as she devoured her own young prey.

  And then Omar moved in, and Alyshia realized for the first time in her life that sometimes wishes really do come true...

  Two

  It was a bright, clear morning. Alyshia had just awoken. She stretched, twisting her spine in the golden sunlight creeping in through her half open curtains, her body clad only in the sheets and a set of scandalously skimpy black lingerie- a bra that covered up her nipples and not much else, and a thong so microscopic that it almost seemed redundant to be wearing anything whatsoever. And sometimes she did sleep naked. She loved the sensual feeling of the cool, cloudlike covers sliding across her warm, luscious skin, loved as it rippled across her ass as she turned, loved the heat of her body, placing a hand between herself and the cool mattress beneath her in admiration of the contrast. But occasionally she still liked the sexy, tantalizing aspect of wearing her negligee to bed, even if, at present, she had no audience for whom she could strut her stuff.

  She let out a little girlish whimper as she worked her body, a sound that would have led to any male company she'd been with pouncing on her then and there if it had a witness, delicate and feminine and a cry to be slapped around with some morning wood if ever there was one.

  But alas, she was alone, drunk on the sunlight pouring in, as well as a little hung over from the night before. She'd been at a bar, trying to seek out someone to keep her company, and she ended up just sucking down more alcohol than anything meaty. She could tell from men's eyes that she was getting plenty of potential offers, but none of them struck her as especially appealing, and nothing worth getting to worked up about. No company, she decided, was better than inadequate company.

  Her head spinning a little bit, she slid the palm of her hand across the cool spot next to her on the mattress where a goddamn man should have been, her fingers trickling across the surface, as she imagined running them across his chest, stroking him awake after a wild, passionate night of lovemaking- hell, not lovemaking. Downright fucking, down and dirty, with nothing elegant or cutesy about it. Cock slamming into pussy, Dick grinding into ass. Mouths on tits. Cum in throats.

  It made her wet between the legs and supremely sad to consider all she'd missed out on on behalf of her failure to seduce.

  But, she decided with conviction, today was a new day, and her resolve to slut things up and avoid repeating her previous night's mistakes was as strong as ever for the failure. There was no question about the fact that she would find someone new before the day was up- today was Saturday, and the weekend was prime time for seducing men in their prime.

  She was like The Little Cougar that Could- all she had to do was keep believing things would pan out, they would, they would, they would- and they would...

  She decided to get the day started on the right foot in preparation- the only right foot as far as she was concerned, and the way that every day should really begin in an ideal universe...

  Alyshia stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and turning on the shower, letting the hot, scalding water come shooting into the basin of the tub, the temperature so high that it was scarcely half a minute before the entire room was shrouded in an impenetrable white mist, the windows and mirror washed out completely, and her luscious body the only thing visible in its immediate proximity.

  She slipped the straps of teeny black bra from her shoulders and set the little wispy thing on the clothes hamper, so that her luscious, abundant tits were now exposed an in full view, round and firm and overripe, the nipples erect with arousal, dark brown nubs that were burning for attention. She barely had to wriggle her waist for the panties to come flopping down off of her, sinking down along her thighs, landing around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, placing the palm of her hand between her legs, running her fingers through the exposed pinkness of her femininity, slick to the point of flooding with sexual excitement, and she loved the feeling of her hands sliding all around herself, like a car sliding out of control on the ice, and the crash to come was a prospect that drove her wild with excitement.

  She moved her hand away from her womanhood and placed it beneath the hot stream of the shower, testing out the temperature, which was so high she thought it might peel her skin off of her when she stepped inside- but of course that was precisely how she liked it...

  Before getting in, however, she reached down beneath the bathroom cupboard, bending in such a manner that if she'd had company at the moment they would be leering down into an open and exposed view of her asshole, spread intentionally wide like a flower as she leaned- even when she wasn't entertaining someone at the moment, it felt good to stay in practice with this sort of tantalizing tactic...

  When she stood back up again, it was with a waterproof vibrator clutched in the grip of her wet fist, pink and phallic with a little silver ring around the center which she twisted with the aid of her dry fingers, spinning it totally around to an almost three hundred and sixty degree angel, socking the little fucker up to its highest speed.

  She grinned at the thing, whirring in her hands as she leered sensually at it, savoring the prospect of upcumming events.

  What a beautiful morning it was...

  She stepped into the shower, and began to clean herself off before getting dirty again. The dildo still humming along in her grip, she turned around and around in the shower, letting the water trickle down along her form, coating her with its heat, plastering her hair down over her head, making her tight, caramel body glisten with wetness- an accurate amount to fully convey the current level of her sexual arousal, truth be told.

  She clambered through the fog for the bottle of shampoo sitting idly on a ledge of the shower, and applied an abundant quantity of the stuff to her palm, before closing the cap and placing it back again. She lathered it up and shampooed her hair, frothing up a soapy white foam, and when her head felt ful
ly saturated, she ran her hands lovingly down along the curvaceous contours of her body, spreading the soap across her torso, sudsing up her tits so that they glistened with the iridescence of a million little soap bubbles, coating her abdomen so that the planes of her muscles stood out in stark relief, and a little single bubble came pooling up from her belly button.

  She placed her hands on her breasts, and began pushing them around on her body, around and around and around, placing her head beneath the shower, and letting the cascade of soapy water come blasting down along her as she massaged herself, like a waterfall shooting down across her body, burning her with a pleasant, sensual warmth, dissolving from the crown on her head to a series of white rapids down her breasts and abdomen, and at last trickling down her thighs, knees, ankles, and spilling down into the drain of the tub, sucked out of the scene into blackness.

  Slowly, she lowered her body down, lying down in the basin of the tub with the shower spraying hot down onto her, spreading her legs, and reaching down between her thighs. She seized the sweet, wet folds of her vagina between her fingertips, and slowly began to massage herself, pressing the lips around, distorting the skin, digging deeper into the tight pink meat of herself, giving careful attention to her clitoris, so that as her fingers dug, and roved, and pressed, and touched, and caressed, and manipulated, an intense, tingling, burning sensation came radiating up from her pelvis, filling her entire body with a gorgeous, perfect heat, making her begin to shake slightly from the anticipation alone.

  Finally, at long last, she reached down between her thighs with the vibrator.

  She pressed the thing tenderly into her body, in, in, in, in, in, until at last she could reach no further, and she found that her knees were closing in together in an effort to contain the sensation.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddd,” she moaned, her mind floating off into nowhere, and it was time for her to let her imagination run wild...

  She imagined not just the tall, dark, handsome stranger, but three of him. A trio of muscular, powerful black men, their bodies rippling, glistening with sweat, all three of them ass naked so that every inch of them was exposed for her viewing pleasure- their chiseled pecs, their sculpted six pack abdominals, the agonizing v-lines of their Adonis muscles, so perfect and so unbelievably sumptuous, carved into their bodies and pointing like arrows to their cocks down below- not that she really needed a guide to find them... They were huge, unbelievably so, all three of them packing more heat than could possibly legal, so fat, so erect, so veiny and throbbing with testosterone and lethal that she thought they should need permits to carry them around in their pants like that...

  The three of them were wrapped around her, encircled upon her body and pecking apart her middle-aged flesh, clutching her in their intense grip, their erect penises sliding around on her body as they passed her around between the three of them, all four of them kissing one another- all three of their lips on Alyshia's their taste sweet and delicate- and then surprisingly (though not really, as it was her fantasy after all,) on one another's, their lips pressing together, their tongues lapping through one another's mouths, their saliva rolling from mouth to mouth to mouth, her head growing light with the intensity of her nerves lighting up-

  As in reality, her body raged with excitement, burning, sparking to life, fizzling into the sky like a firework as the vibrator buzzed against her clit, the humming like a chant in her ears, the hot water blasting her skin scarcely even leaving an impression with her body so hot and so bothered, like a numbness had formed against its pressure, the only thought in her head the perfection of what she was experiencing, the endless goodness of pleasure, how far up into the clouds she was flying, and how badly she wanted to remain there forever, and never ever ever come back down...

  The three fantasy sexpots now melted onto her body like chocolate, entwining her in such a way that she would never escape, serving as the Venus flytrap she often considered herself to young men, devouring her fully, completely, and pristinely.

  She was lying on her back, one of the men lying below her, one leaning in front of her with his hands on her knees, spreading them out.

  The three bastards were triple penetrating her-

  The man down below had his enormous veiny black cock rammed up the tight black tunnel of her asshole, grinding as intensely as he could with his limited range of motions from below, his pelvis gyrating so that his cock slammed into her at full blast, his humongous testicles flopping around in their nut sack like basketballs, rolling along her body and nearly flying into her with the vicious force of his thrusts. On top of him, straddling his underling's thighs, the second man was fucking her vaginally, his cock jackhammering so deep and so intensely into her pussy that she thought she might vibrate through the floor and come crashing into the core of the Earth- a translation, she supposed in some distant corner of her mind, of the vibrating dildo up her cooter into the world of her fantasy. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, went his body, slamming into her cunt with an intense sense of vengeance, her tits jiggling around on her body with the force of his blasts, flowing around her form like water, his force so intense that she thought he might churn her into a fucking pulp, and the sensations getting hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter- And finally, hunkered at her knees, fucking her pretty little skull, the third man was deep throating her, cramming that inhuman cock so far and so deep down her throat that it was suffocating her, churning up a gross mix of mucus and saliva from her lungs and pushing it out of her body, spilling out her pretty lips and seeping up into her nostrils, so that every breath she took through her nose led to a large, gooey and humiliating bubble inflating from her airways, her degradation oozing down her face in phlegmy torrents, and no sounds coming out but short, tortured, gulping sounds, “Glug, glug, glug, glug...”

  And WHAM!

  All three of them came blasting into her, their ejaculate spilling at inhuman levels, so that every square inch of her inner volume inflated with her gooey, milky semen, and in the real world, she shot through the roof with orgasm, an intense fire of sensation roaring through her body, filling her up and tipping her over and pouring her out, her flesh convulsing, the climax tearing through her like a whirlwind, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh fuuuuuuuuck!”

  And as she lay there writhing like a little fucking animal on the floor of the tube with the pink vibrating dildo lodged up her cunt, debased and violated and every ounce the pathetic little slut she prided herself in being, Alyshia had no way of knowing that at least some small part of her fantasy was about to be made a reality...

  Three

  Alyshia got dressed, putting on the skimpiest outfit she could possibly find in her closet. She slipped herself into yet another pair of scandalously absent thong panties, black and lacy and riding so high up her ass crack that it almost got lost inside her body. She wore a bra that was just as equally only half there, with the nipples prominently visible through the sheer fabric supporting her tremendous tits, so that the underwear served more to please and to tantalize than provide any real coverage.

  On top of all that, she slipped into a dress that could reasonably have gotten her thrown in jail, its features so salacious that the mere act of wearing it around others nearly constituted public fornication. It was her favorite dress, ordered online under the label of a “babydoll jumpsuit” dress. It was almost like wearing just a shirt and calling it a dress, with long sleeves, a hem that just barely stretched down past the level of her lady bits, and the fabric was so constricting that every contour of her body stood out in sharp relief, every curve and every crevice perfectly visible, her tits rounded out by the fabric instead of unified into the single long “monoboob” that most women sported through the fabric of their clothes, rounded and ripe and plump and delectable, the fabric almost painted on to them, and her shoulders peeked out severely from the top. She could barely turn her body without every last fucking stitch popping out and the dress exploding into a pile of confetti around h
er feet, and she knew that any bastion of resistance that any man seeing her may have held out would be shattered the instant they saw her in her present attire.

  She made her way to the front door, wobbling somewhat in a penguin-like fashion with the restraints of her clothes, not so much certain that she would have much luck so early on in the morning, but thinking it was more than worth the effort to give it a shot.

  You could never start searching for your new fuck buddy too early, after all.

  But then she stopped with her hand on the doorknob, and peered out the window-

  It turned out she might not have to go as far for company as she thought she might when she woke up this morning...

  Standing there, leaning into the back of a lug-it-yourself moving van, was the finest black specimen of a man Alyshia had ever laid eyes on, sweating and shirtless in the sticky humidity of the summer morning. His muscles rippled, dark and powerful, but bright with sweat shining and glistening bright white all over him- the sort of exquisite vision that inspires great artists to create their master works, she thought. He wore jeans that were almost as tight as Alyshia's dress, soaked with sweat and clinging to his taut body, the bulge in the front of his pants giving some clue as to the immense treasure which lay underneath, and his ass crack peeking out from above the waistline of his jeans every time he leaned in to the back of the van.

  Holy God Almighty...

  Alyshia was becoming dizzy just looking at this supreme hunk of a man, watching his twisting body go about its business, so that her gash became sopping wet with arousal down below, and her knees pressed together to try and contain the burning of her loins.

  Apparently the house next door had been sold without Alyshia knowing it, to this ebony sexpot of a new neighbor carrying out boxes from the back of the vehicle, and as far as she could tell, there was no semblance whatsoever of him being attached to a significant other-