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

by Piquette Fontaine

  I began to lose my balance soon, however, and forgetting my husband's reprimand in a heartbeat, I leaned forward to brace the wall against which our bed was stationed for support, causing the headboard to smack repeatedly up against its surface, but at this point we were both too far in to take back control of ourselves.

  “Oh yes... Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...”

  And, BOOM!

  With that last, furious push, the two of us burst, and my screams grew louder and more disruptive than ever as I shook on top of him. Rob ejaculated, filling me up to the brim with his hot, molten cum, drenching my cunt and my thighs, and sending me spilling over the edge with an intense, bone rattling orgasm of my own. I arched my spine with pleasure, and sank my fingers into his flesh, and tightened up so hard against him that I thought I might crush him between my legs.

  And then, at last, I collapsed, my heaving body toppling off of him like a timbered tree, my breasts heaving, and the two of us panting like dogs as our heads spun from the heights of our pleasure. Still, though, I felt as though I'd missed out on something, and I leaned in to try and wring the last ounces of pleasure from his body. I sucked off the leftover portions of his fluid from his semi-flaccid prick, though this did little to help matters either, and at last he sighed, pulling back up his sweatpants, and ducking beneath the covers.

  “I love you babe,” he said, and was ready to sleep as easily as that.

  I, meanwhile, sat naked and full of him on the bedspread beside him, and it seemed as though somehow I'd just been cheated in a very real and very major way, though I couldn't really seem to put my finger on it.

  I suddenly felt like crying.

  I put my hand to my eyes in an effort to hold back what I thought was coming, squeezing hard, and somehow managing to avoid tears.

  I pulled my hand back again and sighed, shaking my head as though it was ridiculous that I'd been willing to cry over whatever the hell this was that was unexplainably bothering me.

  I rolled my body off of the bed and grabbed the bathrobe once again, not putting it on all the way, but just sort of draping it over my naughty bits in the event my daughter happened to be awake and attentive as I walked past her room.

  I stepped into the shower to clean myself up, and my head rang more painfully than ever with the regret of whatever the hell my life had turned into of late.

  It was going to be a long, sleepless night...

  Chapter 3

  The next day turned out to be uncannily similar to the previous one. I found myself struggling to do too many things at once, overworked, underpaid, all that jazz, and at the end of the day I knew that I didn't even have my mixed blessing of a home to look forward to returning to. It was, after all, the night of the parent teacher conference with Mr. Fellows, and I would be heading straight to the school almost immediately after the work day was over. I probably wouldn't even have the chance to grab a damn hamburger in the drive thru on the way over...

  Of course, Ron could easily have been the one to attend this conference on Emily's behalf, seeing as how his work day ended long before mine. But of course, when we'd received notification that the two of us were supposed to attend, the default assumption on his part was that I would be the parent responsible for showing up, and I'd stupidly avoided suggesting otherwise, used as I was to taking care of this shit almost all the time anyways.

  And so, once again with my head threatening to spill over into throbbing migraine territory, I found myself in the elementary school parking lot, wishing I had a shot of something in my system to get through this, but knowing that showing up to your daughter's parent teacher conference wasted was about the damn epitome of disgraceful. And anyway, if I kept on drinking myself into a good mood I was going to slowly morph into an alcoholic, and that was about the last thing I felt I needed at this point in my life.

  Sober and pissy, I stepped inside the school, ambling my way down the hallway until I found Mr. Fellows' office, and knocking on the door.

  “Come in,” said a voice, perhaps in his forties or fifties, and I stepped inside, ready to get this done and over with, and not the least bit suspecting of what was about to unfold.

  When I saw Mr. Fellows sitting there, I did have an initial impression that he was a remarkably attractive gentleman for his age- a silver fox, if you will. Not old, but more mature than myself, in his fifties probably, like I'd estimated from his voice. An athletic build, a sculpted physique, and a confident demeanor that got my fantasies flying from the moment I laid eyes on him.

  But, aside from that, there was no real pang of recognition or anything remarkable that made him stand out in my mind from any other handsome teacher in the world.

  What caught my attention, however, was when he suddenly said my full maiden name, both first and last, and it took me a moment to recognize that my maiden name was what it was he was using. He seemed astonished, disbelieving, that the person who was sitting before him was really who she was.

  “My God... I didn't even recognize you!”

  “Oh wow... Mr. Fellows! I'm so sorry, I- God! It's been such a long time! How are you?”

  Suddenly, this was very much like finding myself with a bad case of deja vu.

  I knew this bastard's name had sounded familiar! I hadn't remembered until precisely this moment, but this was not at all the first time I'd encountered Mr. Fellows in his capacity as a teacher.

  I'd had him, in high school, as a geometry teacher. And tragically, as I looked at him now, the absolute first thing that came to mind was that, as an eighteen year old girl sitting in his class, I had had the most unspeakable of crushes on the man, phasing out the lessons he was trying to teach me and instead fantasizing about staying after class, and him instructing me in the art of riding his long hard cock for him...

  Of course, a lot of girls from our school had had a crush on this man- we wondered why the hell he was in a small town teaching high school math classes with looks like his, when he could be posing in his underwear for Calvin Klein or posing as the damn centerfold in Playgirl. And I was thrilled to see that, even in his forties or fifties, he was every bit the handsome devil that he'd been back in the day.

  Although, admittedly, being put in a situation that, for me, was suddenly so overtly sexual, was hardly the thing I needed to be able to get through this meeting intact, as now thoughts of being bent over the desk by my daughter's grade school teacher were now making me cough and blush, and completely effing up my concentration.

  Somehow, to my credit, I managed to get a handle on myself and focused on the task at hand, telling myself that surely, even as a sexy young woman, alone at night with a perfectly capable specimen of masculinity in an empty school building, his intentions for me were purely in a professional capacity, and that any fantasies I had needed to be kept to myself.

  We shot the breeze for a while, catching up with one another's lives, as though we'd always had some close relationship that was suddenly be rekindled. He marveled at the fact that I was Emily's mother, and said that although he really shouldn't play favorites, he considered her one of the brightest and most talented students in all of his classes. I'm not really sure why, but I blushed at this for some reason. I mean, it was Emily he was complimenting, not me... But then again, whose vagina had Emily come out of, after all? Mine. And so, by the transitive property, it could clearly be inferred that his compliments on my daughter's academic performance were, in fact, compliments on my vagina.

  God, was I losing it...

  At any rate, he told me that, for the most part, these conferences tended to be more of a formality than anything. They were helpful for students who maybe weren't excelling quite to the extent that my Emily was, but that in her case, it was just a chance to touch base with parents, and to compliment them on displaying such an investment in their child's potential. Emily, he told me, was outgoing and popular with the other kids, but that she didn't let this interfere with her work, and was at the top of the class as far as her grades we
nt.

  I continued to beam at this, as every compliment he paid to my daughter came off as an advance toward me in my mind, and I wondered, vaguely, whether I was still somehow drunk or something from the night before.

  I was really, really enjoying the hell out of this...

  Before either of us knew it, the two of us had been sitting there for about an hour, having lost track of time with laughing and telling stories, and learning a lot more about one another than I'm sure we ever did in the years I had him as a teacher myself. He told me about how he'd made the transition from high school teacher to elementary school, asked me about old classmates of mine who I'd not seen in as long as he had, and after a while, it began to feel almost more like a date than a conference.

  Finally, though, there was a pause in the conversation, and suddenly he took a look at his watch.

  “Oh, God! I had no idea it was getting this late... You were my last meeting for the evening, but I should really let you get going, shouldn't I?”

  “It's fine,” I said, smiling cordially and continuing to blush at him, this time brushing a strand of hair flirtatiously back behind my ear without really meaning to, nervous as I was and my body seeming to act on impulse.

  He smiled back at me, with eyes that I thought seemed to wish they could do a hell of a lot more to me than just stare. He didn't let this show in any other way, though, and said finally, “Well, you and I are the last one's here, so why don't we walk each other to our cars?”

  I smiled, and agreed, feeling my body heat up almost unspeakably for this man.

  We stepped out into the parking lot, and the scene for me seemed strangely like a parallel of last night at the office. This time, however, there were only two cars in the lot, his and my own and, embarrassingly, they were parked right next to one another. The lot had been fuller when I'd arrived, and I'd had no real way of knowing that it was his car I was parking next to, nor that the evening would have taken the unexpected turn that it had.

  I took my first step down from the curb, and almost immediately my foot slid slightly on the surface. “Woah! God... Was it this slippery when I came in?”

  Mr. Fellows laughed. “No, the parking lot's been getting really icy at night lately. If you'd like, you can take my arm. I've gotten pretty used to navigating it by this point.”

  A shiver ran up along my spine suddenly, and I knew full well that it wasn't from the cold. But, in spite of my anxiety at the prospect and where it might lead, I reached out an arm for him to take, and allowed myself to be led, arm and arm, across the parking lot.

  I actually did quite a bit of sliding along as the two of us progressed, not falling, exactly, but managing a hell of a lot less stability than the hot teacher walking beside me was doing. He seemed to move across the slick asphalt with perfect poise, and I began to feel like a real graceless klutz for being unable to imitate him.

  It wasn't until the two of us arrived between our respective cars and he walked me up to the door that I suddenly lost my footing, and everything seemed to take a very shocking turn.

  “Oh God!” I shouted, as suddenly I went toppling down, and my nerves spiked up as I anticipated hitting the hard pavement beneath.

  “I've got you! Hang on!” shouted Mr. Fellows, scrambling to catch me, and things got very awkward, very quickly...

  He did indeed prevent me from falling, but as he reached for my collapsing body, his hands inadvertently squeezed against my breasts, filling me with pleasure even as I tumbled, and when at last he did manage to clumsily grab a hold of my arms and stop me from smashing against the slick pavement, my face was precisely eye level with his crotch, as though I was ducking down to give him a blowjob in the parking lot...

  The two of us froze, stunned for a moment, not sure what the hell we should possibly do. I know he was trying, so hard, not to react to this, but in spite of himself, I could see the stiff lump of an erection blooming hard and thick beneath the fabric of his dress pants, coming up inches from my chin, and my eyes so fixed on the thing that I didn't think I could pull my head away to save my life.

  And gradually, I brought myself up to full height, the two of us peering into one another's eyes, faces red, bodies trembling, not knowing where the hell we could possibly go from here- except in one, singular direction...

  And God, did we take it...

  Without warning, the two of us suddenly lunged at one another. I flung into his arms, and opened my mouth wide to let his tongue inside me, and we kissed, open mouthed, hot, wet, and passionate, a kiss that seemed as though it lasted an eternity. He pulled me into him, and I could feel his mature manhood grinding hard up against me, making me want him, making me burn for him, and yet I still could only partially believe that this was all really happening. His stubble grazed my cheeks and my chin and we choked on one another's breath as the moments raced by, and at last, when we pulled apart, I thought my head was going to burst with the crackling of sensations presently racing through my body.

  Neither of us said a word after that. We stared at one another, disbelieving, each seeming to test one another to see if we really, genuinely wanted to take this in the direction that it seemed to be going.

  And then, he answered it for me.

  We'd been standing between our two cars, at my driver's side door, and he'd been getting ready to open it for me. Instead, now, he turned to his own vehicle, and opened the passenger's side door.

  I stepped inside.

  He closed the door behind me.

  I was really, really, really doing this...

  Chapter 4

  I was in his house.

  I was in his bathroom.

  The water was running.

  His hands were all over me.

  I couldn't believe how fast this was happening- how suddenly I'd surrendered myself to my urges, or how quickly we'd made the leap from the school to his home, and how very hot and heavy the two of us were moving as we explored one another's bodies.

  He'd taken his shirt off and had wrapped me up in his strong, muscular arms, squeezing the life out of me in his embrace, nearly crushing me with his love, and making me tremble with desire for him as we kissed and touched and caressed. His chest was so broad, so powerful, so slick with perspiration... I found myself leaning in, kissing his nipples, rolling my tongue around and around him, running the palm of my hand up against his washboard stomach... And Jesus, he felt so wonderful...

  He began to peel me out of my clothes, the ones I'd been wearing at work all day, and which now felt so constrictive against my body that I thought I might overheat if I remained confined by them for a moment longer. My suit jacket, my dress pants, my blouse all went fluttering to the floor. He took an immense degree of care in peeling me out of my lingerie, the lacy black panties and the tight, revealing bra, its straps hanging loose as they fell along my arms.

  He pushed his fingers underneath, and worked the skimpy fabric around, so that my skinned burned with his touch, tantalized and tormented, and he teased me, constantly making me believe whatever article he was loosening was about to come off, but then immediately pulling the fabric back into place again.

  God, I just wanted to slap him...

  And then I did.

  I slapped him, just for the hell of it, and when he seemed stunned, I laughed girlishly at him, and he smiled.

  My punishment then came in the form of him slipping his big, strong hand down the front of my panties, making me yelp playfully as he put his fingers inside me, holding onto my bare pubes with his nails sinking into me, his touch more powerful and more devastating than I might ever have imagined it could be.

  Finally, he released me, making me shutter, and he finished the task of undressing me to my full, naked body. I felt incredibly self-conscious standing before him like that, with every warm, wonderful asset exposed, but I loved his eyes roving up and down along me, taking it all in, making his heart beat faster and faster and faster...

  I was going to show this beautiful old
bastard one hell of a good time...

  I peered over my shoulder at him as I walked over to the shower, smiling devilishly and popping my booty at him as I slipped behind the shower curtain, inviting him to come follow me once his pants were off, so I could show him a thing or two about how to pleasure a young lady.

  A moment later, he stepped into the shower with me, his pants off and his hard cock hanging out, swinging with the momentum of him having moved inside. I gawked at him intensely- he was huge!

  I loved being in such close contact with him, the shower stall miniscule and the obstacle of his dick impossible to avoid as a result, even if I'd wanted to. He pulled me into him, and the cock pressed hard and hot up against my body as he kissed me, lips melting into my own, hands clutching against my ass, tight, tight, tight as hell, as though he never wanted to let go.

  He seized hold of my leg, and pushed it up around his body, getting my pussy even closer to the blade of his cock than it had been, and the water continued to blaze down on the two of us like magma, taking our love up to a higher, higher plane.

  I pulled away from his lips, moaning, as he began to touch me once more, rubbing me tenderly, creating a dreadfully beautiful friction, making me want to cry at the top of my lungs as the sensations rang through my body.