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

by Piquette Fontaine

  At this point, I turned instinctively to my husband, who was smiling at me more devilishly than ever. He stood up from the couch, walking up toward me in a fashion that I had to admit felt just the least bit menacing, but I tried the best I could not to be intimidated.

  “At first, I was pretty hurt that you would betray me like that... But, at the same time, the more I thought about it, the less angry I got... You and I got married young, before we'd really matured and knew what we wanted with certain things in our lives. And as far as I'm concerned, I still wouldn't trade our marriage for the world, but I can definitely understand the urge to want to... Experiment... Try new things now and then... Hell, I can't say I haven't had the same feelings myself... My only real disappointment is that you never thought to include me you at all in your little fun...”

  And then, he did something that astounded me, and which set the scene for the remainder of the long, steamy evening ahead of us...

  My husband walked right past me, much to my surprise, and put his lips onto Dan's. My jaw nearly hit the damn floor, as Dan leaned down into him and the two men in my life shared an open mouthed kiss, pushing their tongues into one another, and Dan reaching down to Rob's crotch, squeezing hard on what was clearly a boner, until at last Dan was left groaning, shivering, and the two men pushed themselves apart again.

  And suddenly, I was wet as hell...

  The men stared into one another's eyes, gasping and panting, and then turned to me smiling more severely than ever, taking my own breath away.

  “I can really see why you chose Dan here, of all people... He's been one hell of a teacher... He's shown me a lot about myself that I might never have known otherwise. He's just so worldly and experienced... He actually wondered if you and I might be interested in taking a little bit of a coed class with him together... Open enrollment starts today, if you think you might be up for it...”

  And now, I was far, far wetter than hell...

  My new bra and panties, which I'd purchased with the notion of doing a cute little striptease for Dan in his bed, did me very little good in my present circumstances. They frankly didn't stand a chance between the ravenous appetites of these two swollen studs, as they sank their claws beneath the fabric and peeled me down to my burning, naked bodies, ravishing me with love and so many kisses I thought I might die, whisking me through the house with their two swinging dicks slapping against me with every step they took, and shutting us inside the steam filled bathroom.

  Once again, I was in Dan's shower, but this time it was two men who pressed themselves up against me, the three of us rubbing around one another's wet bodies as we twisted and writhed into a number of positions in the cramped little shower stall. They had their lips all over me, sucking on my nipples, kissing my neck and my lips, smacking wet pecks onto my ass and taking turns sucking on my pussy. I thought I might come close to passing out between these two dirty sexpots' imaginative efforts, and my disbelief that this was even happening made me feel dizzy with delight.

  And it wasn't just me they played with, either. Frequently, I caught them pushing their hands between my legs with the express goal of seizing and playing with one another's long, hard cocks, jerking one another off, and just to mess with them as they did so I would close my legs like a vice around their dicks, squeezing tightly, giggling as they retaliated by sticking their fingers up inside me.

  At one point, Dan pushed his entire weight up against my body, forcing me up against Rob and pinning both of us up against the wall of the shower, as behind me Dan grabbed his mature cock up and down between the wet, shampoo slathered cheeks of my ass, getting me worked up like hell.

  Finally, Rob and Dan started kissing again, much to my delight. And it was at this sublime point that I squatted down onto my knees and began to deep throat both men, slathering their cocks with spit and alternating between downing either one of them as far as I could, choking myself on their immensities, struggling to breathe in the steamy, stifling air, but loving the whole ordeal more and more as the moments rolled along.

  The water began to get cold, and the two men pulled themselves apart, staring down at me as I continued to suck them off, and grinning as they surely considered all the things they would be doing to me in just a matter of moments.

  The two men dried me off with a tenderness was almost romantic, if the circumstances had been different and I didn't already have an inkling of the sweet, sweet brutality that was about to be in store for me...

  Soon, I was being carried by both of them into Dan's room, almost in the style of being carried to a marital bed on one's honeymoon, and they sat me down on the mattress, body still damp with perspiration as I awaited what wonderful things they might be about to have in store for me. It was strange, I felt almost like a patient in a hospital or something, my body being manhandled and instructed to wait by passively as they decided what they would do to me next. And to be honest, that strange notion turned me on like hell... I reached between my legs accordingly, rubbing my pussy and limbering myself up as I watched the two naked men with their long erections whispering into one another's ears, discussing what their strategy for boning me should be, whether they should take turns and in what order, I assumed.

  And then I saw Dan pulling out a condom, much to my consternation and confusion. Maybe I was underestimating the extent to which this thing would go, but up to this point Dan and I had never used protection in the past- I was on birth control, and Dan was completely clean, with me being his only other sex partner at the point in time of our affair. So the fact of him putting a rubber on now of all times seemed confusing to me.

  At any rate, as I watched him put it on, it was my husband, not Dan, who came climbing up onto me, backwards from the direction that I might have imagined him doing so. He dipped his head between my thighs, and I opened my mouth to receive him in turn, as we arranged our bodies into a sixty-nining configuration.

  I opened wide, and he slid his cock into the tight, wet crook of my throat, and I suddenly felt the shock of sensation from my pussy as he began to munch on my cunt in turn. I moaned past the obstacle of his erection as he ate me, loving the hell out of this, and not bothering to wonder where exactly this might all be heading.

  After a few minutes, however, Dan added his weight to the bed, and the mystery of the condom was suddenly and erotically revealed. I hadn't been expecting it at all, but Dan was climbing up onto Rob right over my face, pushing his condom-clad cock into my husband's butthole, sliding himself inside, and making my eyes grow wide as the churning of dick into anus took place directly in my field of vision.

  And good God, was it beautiful...

  It turned me on like hell to suddenly discover that my husband was full on bisexual, not just experimental as he'd claimed, and I savored the collision of their bodies as they fucked right on top of me. Their scrotums rattled around crazily, pelvis smashing into ass and Dan's fingers sinking into Rob's flesh, as all the while Rob moaned crazily with pleasure, the sensation of him licking me down below intensifying to an extent that I could hardly stand with the extra visual stimulation of these two going at it anally.

  At last, when it seemed the two of them could no longer stand it, my husband's pounding came to an abrupt halt, and the two of them collapsed without having arrived at climax.

  I was next, though, and it would be my own tight wet body that would finish the job...

  The three of us collapsed, panting and kissing one another while we regained our strength, and it wasn't long at all before we were rearranging ourselves, getting our bodies into position for the grand and long anticipated finale.

  I climbed onto my husband and he entered me from beneath, the force of his cock more splendid than I'd remembered it, causing me to moan and to cringe as he touched down deep inside me. Then, Dan mounted me from the top, this time with the condom removed, and he pushed himself inside me atop my husband's own cock, grinding up deep, tight, and excruciating into my body, the sensations beautiful as the
two huge men stretched me out, and my eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as they both touched down at last.

  I was full to the brim at this point, my body prone to bursting, and about to do just that as they churned me up with their love. They began to thrust, to fuck, to pound me from either angle, pushing their bodies into mine, the three of us meeting in the middle, and our flesh melting devastatingly into one another. I groaned and moaned, and began to sweat like hell as the two men's cocks slid across one another inside me, turning me on like hell, as all the while their thrusts grew harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster, and God, oh God, oh fuck, I couldn't fucking take it anymore...

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  At once, the two of them hit my tightest, wettest, sweetest spot, and I was sent plunging into carnal splendor, my entire body shaking, twitching, and the two of them unleashing their full, hot fury inside me. They began to ejaculate wildly up my pussy, coating my floral folds with their scorching, molten magma, lubricating one another with their sperm as they continued to thrust, and this notion, in itself, sending me soaring across the finish line.

  An orgasm, unlike any I had ever before had the blinding pleasure of experiencing, came booming through my body like a fucking shockwave, blinding me with pleasure, causing my screams to become ear piercing, and leaving me so drunk off my ass with the love of the two men inside me that I didn't think I would survive the rest of the ride.

  And at last, they pulled out of me, the three of us slick and sticky and all practically scorched in the afterglow, entwined and kissing and continuing to fuck for hours thereafter, a potentially dreadful situation having come to the happiest conclusion possible.

  And God, what a long, hot, incredible night it was...

  THE END

  Island Hot Swap

  Chapter 1

  I woke up, stretching like a cat in the sun, whimpering in a fashion that was particularly feminine, working the kinks of sleep from my spine and loving the coolness of the sheets up against my warm, naked body. I brought my arms up over my head, and curled my toes, closing my eyes and allowing my nostrils to flare, groaning with such satisfaction that it should have been criminal. I remained like that for some time, extended in this fashion, simply absorbing, taking in what was around me, and savoring each delicate feeling as the moments ticked by. There was, of course, a mild roaring to be heard, and for a moment I compared it with something I'd heard back home, in the city, and which had a habit of pissing me off rather routinely. The engine of a garbage truck idling, for instance, as unpleasant an ambience for greeting the day as you might care to imagine.

  But this particular noise was nothing at all like that, at least no more than in being reminiscent of it, the contrast the only notable cause for recollection. This sound was soothing, gentle, and inviting, and I could have gotten lost in it forever, in the warm air and the carefree surroundings. I actually came mighty damn close to drifting back into sleep again, in fact, the noise being like a lullaby as it was. But at last, I managed to scoop my head back up, and gently pry apart my eyelids, thinking that surely the visage of my surroundings couldn't possibly stack up to the utopian picture of things I'd built up in my mind.

  But of course, I was more than happy to be proven wrong in this fact, and I was only too content to see that everything around me was absolutely as I desired it to be. You know all those resort commercials you see on TV, the ones featuring couples wearing nothing but their swimsuits the entire time, drinking out of coconuts and laughing their asses off, dancing in the water, kissing, and all the while the music overtop of everything promising the potential visitor that they would have the time of their lives? You must think, surely, as I did, that these commercials at least go some distance in the way of fudging things, making a stay seem far more luxurious and exotic than it actually is in reality. It had seemed impossible, even as my husband and I embarked on this journey together, that I would genuinely be residing in the sort of sheer paradise guaranteed me. It would be nice, sure, but I didn't really believe it could transport me from the day to day monotony of my life into a feeling of such sheer, overwhelming splendor.

  But then I'd arrived here. And everything had been perfect.

  Everything, and I mean everything, lived up to what was promised in all of those advertisements, ads which you might find annoying when you're so cut off from attending such a resort without hopes of ever being able to do so. And maybe it was my then-present reality that made me so cynical in the matter, the extent of the period of time that I'd gone without a break, and the toll it was taking on Adam and I's marriage that neither of us could seem to get a breather, or spend almost any time together at all, for that matter.

  It just hadn't seemed possible that things could be anywhere near this good. But now, I opened my eyes wide, and beheld the clear blue ocean just outside my window, and the beautiful, sweeping sands, and the palm trees swaying all around... And yes... God, yes... It was everything I could have ever have imagined, and more. So much more...

  And then, if that alone hadn't been enough, I now turned my head to gaze sleepily at the man in bed beside me, the man who'd made it all possible... Or, well, not exactly “all possible.” I could have afforded to do this on my own, and I guess it's probably not the proper feminist sentiment to possess to say that I needed to rely on a man to enjoy myself in this way. But it very much was this man who'd convinced me to take this trip in the first place, my beautiful, loving husband, and without his support I might very well have worked myself straight into the ground while refusing to give myself a rest.

  Even in sleep, he looked like a sweet, sexy angel beside me. He'd always been a heavier sleeper than myself, and Lord knows that he was being worn out during these hazy tropical days, and he needed to rest up and recuperate his strength. I thought vaguely about waking him up, wanting him to be with me as quickly as possible, but then I decided to let him rest, to just lie there in slumber, because I was more than content just to lie there beside him and stare at him in the meantime.

  Like me, he lay beneath the covers completely naked, preferring the sheets as his only covering during these warm, Caribbean nights. This, of course, was much to my advantage as I peered down at him in his unconsciousness, as it gave me a hell of a lot more skin to inspect.

  As intimately familiar as the two of us were with one another's bodies at this point, I honestly didn't think there could be a chance in hell of me ever getting tired of that glorious bombshell's thick anatomy, no matter how many times I was reintroduced to him physically, each time feeling like the first as we indulged in almost painfully beautiful acts of intimacy. His shoulders were broad and thick, sweat trickling very light and gingerly down along his body, slight, sweaty rivulets following every crevice, and then disappearing beneath the fabric of the blankets on top of him.

  He was covered only from the waist down, which, of course, gave me an adequate enough view of the rest of him to be able to complete the picture on my own. Somehow, despite his own immensely busy schedule, he managed to find the time for fitness, for maintaining that supermodel-caliber body of his through rigorous exercise and dedication to eating well. And I mean hell, as far as that went, I was no slob either. With my tight, well-maintained abdomen, my near perfect proportions, everything in its proper place, and beautifully angled to just the right degree. But I was just lean, petite, and my appearance came primarily from a self-control over my eating. As beautiful as I may have been, this was a man with some actual muscle on him, and I felt all the more dizzy with arousal for him because of the fact.

  His broad, sculpted pectoral muscles heaved pleasantly with sleep, their glossy forms absolutely agonizing sights to behold. Even more severe, however, were the glazed rungs of his six pack abdominals, so deeply cut that it nearly made me dizzy, along with the little heaving fleck of his navel, which, I kid you not, filled me with an intense urge to lean in and bury my tongue in the thing.

  I resisted the urge, however, and allowed myself t
o relish for a while in the swooping lines of his Adonis muscles, the most splendid physical asset a man could possibly possess, as far as I was concerned, or, at the very least, the second best. Its deep arrow led my eyes down along his body to the treasure below his belt line, but of course this was covered up by the sweaty heap of blankets. Though, admittedly, my man was one particularly well-endowed specimen, and imagining what resided down there was no difficult feat while staring at the immense lump in the fabric. And of course, I should have known better than to get too immersed in this section of his anatomy at this point in time, given that I'd been attempting to focus on avoiding waking my sweet, sweet lover, and the more and more I thought about his immense package, the harder and harder it became to avoid pouncing on top of him right then and there on the spot.

  But, once again, I managed to somehow remain a good girl through all of this, clearing my throat, and blinking hard so as to shoo away the sight of him from my field of vision. I leaned back over onto the head board, trying to keep to my side of the bed and avoid coming into contact with him to the extent it was possible, lest the temptation of even the slightest physical contact set me clean over the edge with sheer, perverse horniness.

  Of course, though, now that the picture was in my head, it became impossible not to let it roam free in my mind, and I decided to surrender myself to the impulse. Letting my imagination run wild until Adam woke up couldn't possibly do any harm, I reasoned, and accordingly I brought my hand down beneath the covers, and began to play with myself. I slid my fingers delicately through the floral folds of my pussy, stroking along to the mental imagery of being plowed by my husband, having that thick, hard cock pushed into me, and stuffed so tightly into my body that I could barely see straight.