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

by Piquette Fontaine

  Without saying a word, Marion began to unbutton her blouse and exposed her soft, supple flesh to the air. The fabric fell away. It was the first time she been naked with men but her passion provided her with courage, and soon enough her panties were being slipped over her ankles, revealing her moist pussy. She drew her hands and they lingered over her burning mound, and she stroked and teased herself before bringing her slick fingers up. She curled her body around, her soft curves moving like the flowing of a stream as John and Richard descended upon her. They drifted either side, both of them crackling with supernatural energy. Marion gulped as she felt the pulses throb through her and then she held out her hand to put her new skills to the test.

  She stretched out her hands and touched them both. The phantoms flickered but she felt them connect with her and the three of them became entwined on a plane that transcended mere physicality. The ghosts flashed and shimmered and Marion’s body jolted with the shocks of pleasure that shot through her like lightning bolts. Sharp moans leapt out of her lips and her eyes snapped shut at the intensity of it all. Her hands drew back and fell to the sheets while the ghosts came down and smothered her. She felt them all over her stomach, her breasts, her whole body was alive as if being enveloped in an orgasmic cocoon. John and Richard swam around her body, in between her breasts and around the back of her neck. She felt them spark against her lips and her mouth searched for something to lock onto. Her hair crackled with static electricity and she felt her arms being gently pushed up to rest against her head. A cool sensation trickled down her sides and her hips swayed along with them.

  Marion gasped as she felt the ghosts reached down from her head to her thighs and then slowly encroach to her inner thigh. Richard was on her right and John on the left and they moved in tandem, slowly, teasingly, tantalizingly getting ever closer to her sweetest, most intimate area. She moaned with anguish as the spectral forces teased her clit and then erupted within her, reaching deep inside, for they were filling up her whole body with their strange and fantastical energy.

  Her eyes shot open as the sensations exploded within her. Everything was vivid and intensified, as if she had become somehow hypersensitive to the world. Everywhere she looked was a sea of blue haze and in amongst it all were John and Richard’s bright, white eyes that led to a heavenly realm of unbridled pleasure. She writhed under their influence, the two of them made her shudder and her skin was soaked in a sheen of sweat. Her gasps became more frantic, more hurried, her chest heaved and her heart pounded in her chest and the ghosts were so deep within her that she could almost feel them cradle her heart in their supernatural glow. But down in between thighs they throbbed and pulsed against the lips of her pussy. Her legs twisted against the sheets as the ghosts stimulated her and rippled inside. They pressed their spirit forms against her breasts and she felt the weight of them against her, both of them, surrounding her, binding her to the bed, and she responded with a willing body and a willing mind. She stuck out her tongue and tasted their sweet aura, it was a strange sensation at first because her mouth wanted to swallow but there was nothing there, and then suddenly it was filled with the cool sensation, like a bubble expanding against her lips. She felt a pressure against her head and sucked gently, allowing it to flow and coat her cheeks and jaw and ripple down her neck. And then, it all boiled up inside her with the fury of a fire. It started at her pussy and flooded through the rest of her body. She clenched the bed sheets as an intense orgasmic force thundered through her, buffeting her body against the spectral forms of John and Richard. The room was filled with their haunting gasps of pleasure as they saw Marion wince and writhe in sweet ecstasy and then her scream spilt the air as her skin became flushed and her mind cracked and then she lay there, raw and spent as the ghosts remained by her side, caressing her with their spirit forms as she caught her breath.

  And for the first time Marion didn’t miss London, she didn’t miss her parents, and she thought that perhaps she would begin to like life in the country after all. Whatever mysteries remained about the house were of no concern to Marion for she craved pleasure, and she was determined not to make whatever mistakes her mother had made.

  THE END

  Sexy Reunion

  Chapter One

  The red rays of the setting sun bathed the car’s wet windows, creating an atmosphere of warmth. I was enjoying the heat on my face and slowly awakening from my dream.

  In the front seat, Anton was driving towards the low sun, while Nina was talking to him, or at least that was how I left them before falling asleep. Now, the music was nothing more than a deep hum and instead of speaking, there were whispers exchanged between them. The moment I realized what was going on, I wished I was still asleep, as I saw Nina reaching over and kissing Anton’s throat, with tongue and everything, while he was still driving.

  She was earnestly marking her territory, sucking happily on the spot where his jaw meets his neck and nipping at the sensitive pulse point. The barely there “Nina, I’m driving!” was lacking any conviction, especially if you looked at his hand resting on Nina’s knee and the way the Anton’s body leaned into hers.

  “For God’s sake,” I thought. “They can’t keep their freaking hands off each other even when driving.” I pushed myself up in the backseat, without being noticed and considered my next move. My tolerance had its limits and truth be told, I was more than a little jealous of the tenderness they shared.

  However, although I tried not to be disturbed by the make out session going on in the front seat, when Anton let his head fall back, shutting his eyes and moaning in pleasure, I decided that enough was enough.

  I cleared my throat and said, “Anton, could you please keep your eyes on the road. I still have things to live for.” Nina’s lips sprang from her skin like it was on fire, while Anton grabbed the wheel with two hands. “And Nina,” I added for good measure, “if you could refrain from physically attacking him while I’m conscious or, you know, while he is driving, I will very much appreciate the effort.” Their combined tortured looks were the only answer to my sarcastic comments, but that was enough for me to consider apologizing later.

  So, as this memory sprang to life to torture me, in two words you could describe me as a lonely, resentful woman, who has many things to be proud of, but forces herself to live without love. In my mind, I have always compared women’s lives to the existence of the leaves. It is somehow different with men, but for a woman the real life starts with the first love, the first kiss, passes through the sunny days of motherhood and ends in the embrace of the loved ones. The leaves, in a similar fashion, start their lives with the coming of the spring, receive their first kiss from the sun, enjoy the hot summer days and end up all together scattered under the trees. So, the fallen leaves tell many stories, some of love, others of suffering and sacrifice, but they all come from a real life experience and prepare for the next step.

  Similarly, a woman is able to live in love and in hate, in joy and in sadness; she is what the poets call the heart of humanity, always ready to fight for her love and against her fate. The saddest thing in the world is a woman without love. Have you ever seen one? Do not make the mistake to look only for the so exalted romantic love. Love has different forms, shapes and colors; it is just like the fallen leaves – whole, broken, beautiful, ugly, eternal and transitory. Then, have you ever seen a woman in love?

  Chapter Two

  Red, brown, yellow, black, the colors are quickly changing before my eyes… It’s been almost five years, but to me it seems that only yesterday I left the mountain. The smell is too strong and familiar. How can I ever forget? How, my God, a person forgets something that is part of her own self? And believe me; this mountain with the colorful carpet, made from fallen leaves is not helping the process of forgetting. The truth is it only makes me remember more – the long carefree nights spent running; the heartfelt talks with friends and family; the beauty of the friendship that I thought would last forever... How could I forget!?

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nbsp; So, here I am; the first born daughter of the clan Belota. The renegade, the outspoken, the girl that chose to run. Five years ago, I simply took few things and left without saying goodbye to anybody else but my closest family. Today I have to face the whole clan and see their disappointment towards me. Nothing in my young life could have prepared me for this moment. Family is never easy to deal with and my family is especially hard to face.

  The return to the car took me longer that I expected and by the time I reached it, I was heavily breathing. The shifting took me no time at all, and my clothes were where I left them. Oh, I forget to mention – I AM A WEREWOLF. Funny, isn’t it? In a world where everybody is in love with the horror or romantic side of the monster movies, werewolves actually exist. I have been living among the humans, read books about my kind and listened to stories and theories, how that is even possible, since I was born. Actually, the answer is very simple – we are people, who can turn into wolves, whenever we want to. There are no bites, moons or any other horror details that make you become one. The simple truth is that you are either born one or not. There are a few clans scattered on the Balkan Peninsula and that’s it. The idea, created by movies and TV shows about us, is mostly exaggerated and unrealistic. The only thing that distinguishes the werewolf from the human is his or her ability to become a wolf, whenever he or she desires to. With the real wolves, we have little in common, apart from the looks and reinforced senses. It is true, we can smell, see, run, fight and so on, like wolves, but we certainly will not eat raw meat or live in a hole (although some of us may deserve to).

  An almost imperceptible movement on my right side snatched me out of my thoughts. A little sniffling, however, told me immediately that there was no danger and I simply smiled, imagining Ivan hidden in the bushes watching me.

  “Hi! I could honestly say that when I thought of coming home, I never expected you to be the first one greeting me!” The young, well built man who came out of the bush, had been one of my best friends for many years, but I was afraid that my sudden and unexpected disappearance might have made him resentful towards me.

  “Hi, Katya. How nice of you to finally come back.”

  “Oh, stop it,” I said angrily, “you are simply mad at yourself that you never had the courage to run, as I did.” I had known Ivan my whole life and was too well aware of his dreams and fears. At seeing his face paling at my words, however, I felt guilty for ever saying them.

  “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Just… it is so unfair of them to force us into a life we do not want to live.” Knowing my family’s ideas of law, family and marriage, I had no doubt that I was summoned back to be forced into some kind of commitment. “You know something?”

  “You know, the usual,” he said with his characteristic deep voice, which I had really missed during the years. “They are going to marry you off.”

  “No!” I cried and almost stamped my feet down as a spoiled kid would. “I’m certainly not marrying someone only because my clan says so.” My father was in for a big surprise, if he expected me to simply go with the flow.

  “Calm down, your future husband is also against this arrangement, and considering who he is, there is always the possibility everything will simply blow out.” The way Ivan kept looking at me made me suspicious.

  “So, who is he? Stop grinning like an idiot and tell me.”

  “Mihail!”

  If there was a name in the world able to freeze me, this was the one. I suppose, it was obvious to Ivan that I barely stayed upright, considering his fast movements towards me and the outstretched hand that supported me. “Mihail!” – My lips seemed to have their own mind and I wasn’t able to stop them from saying the name again and again. Ivan was silently staying there, holding me to his chest and slowly petting my hair. Of all the people in the world, he was the only one ever suspecting of my feelings for Mihail. For the rest of the clan, Mihail and I were best friends, always ready to make some trouble, but never romantically interested in each other, unless you consider that night five years ago, when………..

  ***

  The man was hot and perfect, and although I knew in my sub consciousness that he wasn’t real, I couldn’t refuse the pleasure of losing myself in him. Just then some noise from the fireplace awoke me and I wasn’t at all surprised to find my hand shoved down my pajama bottoms. While I slowly drifted into consciousness, I heard Mihail snoring softly next to me. I stilled my hand guiltily. Never before I have done something like that with someone else in the room. For crying out loud, I was still a virgin! I definitely shouldn’t be doing it, with my best friend in the bed, but my hips arched into my palm in their own accord, and it felt so damned good. The bathroom was so far away, and anyway, it’s not like Mihail would ever know about it. My hand felt so good once the decision was made and I slowly settled into a rhythm that made my whole body tingle.

  At least until another hand slipped inside my pajamas, and I heard Mihail mumbling, “I got you, baby!”

  I froze, while three distinct thoughts passed through my mind: first, Mihail was still asleep; second, he was apparently used to having horny girls in his bed; third, he was used to dealing with the problem at hand. His hand slid up and down my most private place, and my clouded mind provided me with yet more unwanted information – Mihail’s hand felt really good.

  Mihail made a sleepy noise and ran his free hand up my side, making my whole body tremble and finally flipping the switch. I pulled away, turning my back to my best friend. Shaking and still very horny, I was angry with myself for almost taking advantage of my sleeping friend. What was wrong with me?

  Before I could even consider the answer to that question, Mihail pressed his body against my back, his hand reaching urgently towards my pants, and his erection hard and hot against my ass. I shoved his hand away, but he returned like a heat-seeking puppy. The elbow in his stomach, however, did the work.

  “Ah, what was this for?” Mihail demanded, sitting up in bed.

  “A little personal space, please!” I answered between my teeth. The silence that followed was long and heavy in the fire lit room. “Okay!” Was all the answer I got and my expectation to hear him going back to sleep was not met, when he continued with, “I’m sorry, Katya!”

  That’s new! I couldn’t even remember when was the last time he even bothered apologizing to me, and now with that voice! I heard him getting up and going into the bathroom. The running water almost masked the noises, but I still could hear him splashing his face. Then, silence and slow steps towards the door.

  “Mihail?” I called softly.

  “Go back to sleep, Katya.” Mihail’s voice sounded broken.

  I kind of snorted and got out of bed myself. The room was lit only by the dying fire, but the light was enough for me to see Mihail going towards the door.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Going to sleep,” he answered with a slight movement of his shoulders.

  “Outside?” I asked incredulously.

  Today had been a busy day, and with all the guests and family members, coming and going, the rooms in the old house were insufficient. Mihail and I have been sharing rooms and beds since kids and no one thought twice about the current arrangement – best friends and all. However, outside this bedroom, there was no other free bed or sofa, and if Mihail refuses to sleep here he would end up sleeping in a chair.

  “The chairs in the dining room are comfy.” His voice low and somehow sarcastic. “Now go back to bed and let me get some sleep myself.”

  I shook my head and asked. “Mihail, this is crazy. Please, tell me what the problem is?”

  Mihail laughed and glared at me. “You want to know what the problem here is?

  I glared at him in return, the duh silent, but loud enough for him to hear.

  “Ok, here it is….” With us it was always a challenge and Mihail was taking this situation as one, as well. “I swore to myself, I would cut my hand off, before ever touching you. As you know only
too well yourself, I went overboard without even knowing I was doing it, so the only thing I can do now is make sure it never happens again. Okay? Is that enough of an answer for you?”

  “Not so much,” I snapped back. “Mihail, you can’t sleep in a chair all night.” And then I seemed to replay what he had just said. “Wait, you wanted to touch me?”

  He turned abruptly and almost fell in his haste to reach the door. “I’m going now.”

  “You are such an idiot,” I said and stepped forward, pressing my hand over the crotch of his boxers. The softness and heat I felt beneath my open palm wasn’t something I was expecting, but the feeling was gone too quickly with Mihail taking a step back. He stumbled back and nearly fell over his own feet. “What, what are you doing?”

  “I am simply evening the score, you moron.” I cried and watched his face going through a number of expressions – surprise, exasperation, hope!?

  “Katya, you can’t simply…”

  And then I did something that surprised even me, I leaned forward and kissed Mihail on the mouth. The kiss was soft, just my lips touching his surprised ones. He pulled back and perplexedly cleared his throat.

  I never gave him the chance to speak. “And now we are not!”

  “Not what?” he asked, looking at me as if he has never seen me before.