by Marni Mann
Cannon’s struggling—at least, I think he is. I hate that I can’t get a read on my own husband. But that’s just how he’s been lately. I remind myself that he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be.
“I thought…I mean, I guess I thought we’d talk or something first,” I tell Tilly with a voice full of nerves. “I’ve never—we’ve never done this before.”
“You mean, about the rules?” Tilly questions.
“That’s a good idea,” West says, agreeing with us both. His voice is as sinful as the rest of him. And then he goes and licks his lips, and I almost fall to his feet. “Come sit with us,” he says.
Cannon places his hand on the small of my back and ushers me through the door. His eyes sweep across my face. You okay? he mouths silently.
I give him a little nod, thankful for his protectiveness. But I can tell I’m flushed, and that makes me feel a little guilty already.
“Relax,” he whispers as he squeezes my hand.
That little bit of reassurance helps calm my nerves. Because, nothing that happens between Tilly and Cannon will make me less of a wife. No matter how close they get, I’m still the one going home with him. I didn’t realize how much I needed that from him until this moment.
“Sit with me, Cannon,” Tilly says.
Cannon looks down at me.
I whisper, “It’s okay. Go sit with her.”
He lets go of me and takes a seat next to Tilly. I wait for West to sit down, and then I join him. The four of us sit opposite each other on the edge of the beds.
Tilly bumps her knee against Cannon’s and smiles. “We need to loosen up. This is supposed to be fun.”
“This is all new to us,” Cannon tells her.
Tilly gives him a tender smile and I wonder what her relationship with West is like. Were they ever this awkward and unsure about swinging? Because right now, they’re seasoned pros.
Tilly glances at West and then back at me. “So, what do you think?” she asks me.
I freeze, unsure of what she’s asking. If Tilly knew about our morning runs, she’d already know how I felt about her husband. How I more than approve of this arrangement.
After a few more moments of awkward silence, she laughs and says, “I’m just kidding.”
“Why don’t we get back to the rules, Tilly?” West tells her.
“Okay, yes. Back to business. I’m game for just about anything, but I have two rules that I think you’ll agree with. First, all four of us have to be present for any kind of sexual interaction to take place. That doesn’t mean we all have to be in the same room or watching, just that we’re all aware and together in one place. The other is protection. Nobody does anything without it. If we can agree to those terms, I think we should shut down this stuffy meeting and have a little fun. Unless there’s something else you’d like to add?”
I swallow, unprepared for this entire conversation. I’m not as bold as she is. I wish I were sometimes, but that’s not who I am. I’m a thinker and a feeler. I overanalyze situations, and then I worry myself to death. Sometimes, the anxiety is so bad, I can’t think straight, so I try not to think at all. Cannon hates when I do that.
“No,” I tell everyone, “there’s nothing else I can think of right now.”
My husband locks eyes with me and agrees.
Tilly watches Cannon the whole time. Already, I can tell she likes what she sees, especially when Cannon smiles back at her.
Am I still scared? Yes.
But there’s no going back.
Cannon’s ready.
I’m ready, too.
West
I need to know what Piper’s smile tastes like. What it feels like against my tongue. What her reaction will be when I lick the entire length of it.
It’s going to be mine.
So is she.
But, right now, she’s leaning against the wall by the bed after a quick trip to the bathroom. She’s way too far away, and that grin of hers is weak. She’s nervous. I can tell by the way she answered Tilly’s question, how she couldn’t sit still, how she darted off to pee the second the rules were spoken. She’s also timid. She thinks her words through before they ever leave her mouth. And, as she stares at me, she’s trying to find the courage to make the first move. She won’t. She has too much self-doubt.
I’ll change that.
After tonight, she’ll know how gorgeous she is, and she’ll know how incredible a man can make her feel. And, when she looks at her husband, she’ll expect more from him.
I know shit between them isn’t as hot as what Tilly and I have. Cannon doesn’t look at Piper like he wants to take her clothes off with his teeth and have his mouth live between her legs. He gazes at her like he wants to ask where they’re going to dinner and what movie they’ll see after.
There’s a difference between fucking your best friend and someone who actually worships your body.
Piper will soon know the latter.
And that’s why she’s here. To know what it feels like to be with a man who lusts for her cunt.
She picked the right couple to swing with.
“Have fun, baby,” Tilly says, our stare connecting. She gets up from the bed and straddles Cannon’s lap.
Until I finish devouring Piper, this is the last time I glance at my wife.
“Get over here,” I say to the timid one. I push myself a few inches back to give her enough room to stand between my legs.
She slowly moves away from the wall and gradually makes her way over. When she tries to take a seat on the bed, I stop her and guide her between my knees. I don’t want her facing Cannon. I want all of her focus on me. Just because she wants to be with another man doesn’t mean it won’t be hard to watch him with someone else.
Once I have her where I want, she attempts to glance over her shoulder.
I say, “Eyes on me.” I clench her waist with both hands, keeping my face close to her chest.
Her lips part, desire pooling in her stare. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look that way. I just—”
“I know.” The first thing I have to do is ease the nerves she’s feeling. “It’s just me and you, Piper. There’s no one else in this room. Tonight is all about making you feel good.”
Heat builds in her cheeks.
“But, before I touch you, I have to ask you something.” I keep my voice low. This is between us. Tilly and Cannon don’t need to know that this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Piper. “Did you know?”
She nods and takes a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
Each time she inhales, her tits rise, and they move closer to my mouth. She’s watching the peaks of her nipples, the same way I am, and I can feel the anxiety in her body.
She isn’t ready for my question yet, so I say, “Kiss me.” When she doesn’t respond, I grip her waist a little harder and stand, yanking her against me. “Kiss me, Piper,” I speak my words into her face, the whiskers of my beard brushing across her cheek.
She closes her eyes, her face moving a little to the side, and I rub the coarse hairs down her neck.
“Kiss me,” I demand again, hovering my mouth over hers. “And then, when you’re done, I want an answer.”
“West,” she moans.
“Yes.”
My hands move to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Fuck, they fit perfectly in my palms and have just the right amount of meat to grip and slap, to suck my cock in where I’ll get lost inside her crack.
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
I hold her head back, so I can extend her neck, and I exhale some air all the way up her throat. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”
She lets out the tiniest groan, shivering beneath me.
On my way past her cheek, I stop at her lips and hold mine over hers. I’m not making this decision for her. She needs to do it on her own.
“Kiss me, Piper.”
And she finally does.
My cock lengthens inside my boxer briefs, becoming so goddamn hard, I’m sure she can feel it through my jeans.
When she skims her body over it, I know she has. That’s when her kiss deepens. No longer slow and reserved, Piper opens herself up. Still, I keep things gentle, not wanting to scare her off. But, as each second passes, more tension leaves her body, and her hands start to wander over my chest and down my abs.
I need more.
I lift her ass, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I set her on the bed. Her head rests on the pillow, and I stay between her bent knees, removing her shoes and pants and then her shirt, leaving her in only her thong and bra.
I take my time admiring her body. It’s so different than my wife’s. Tilly’s hard in all the places I want her to be soft. Not Piper. She has the body of a real woman.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
She tries covering up and pushing her legs closed. It’s hitting her that the man touching her isn’t her husband. That she’s almost naked. That she likes it more than she’s comfortable with.
Keeping her legs spread, I say, “You’re not going to get shy on me. What I’m looking at is perfect. Don’t take that away from me.”
Then, I watch how the words make her feel. The smile comes back. Her skin’s flushed, and I can tell it’s not from embarrassment.
“You’ve kissed me,” I say. “Now, answer my question.”
“I didn’t know if this would really happen.” She almost looks to her left but stops herself. “I mean, it was planned, but I wasn’t sure if we would follow through with it.”
“You had second thoughts?”
She shrugs. “Things come up, people change their mind, you just never know. And since I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to make our mornings awkward.”
I drop my hand to the top of her panties, letting a finger dip under the top of them. “You don’t think it’s going to be awkward after I do this?” I trace all the way down her clit to the base of her hole. “Or after I eat your pussy? Because, every time you see me on the beach, you’re going to picture my face right here.” I cup her whole cunt.
She gasps. “I—”
But I cut her off as I rub around her hole and then stick my finger in my mouth. “Fuck, you even taste sweet.”
“Oh my—”
Stopping her from speaking once again, I shred her thong off her body and fling it across the room. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I flatten my tongue and press it against the top of her clit, sweeping it straight down.
“West,” she moans.
I lick every part of her pussy before moving up to her clit and focusing my attention there. As I give her long, quick strokes, her back arches off the bed, and her hands tug my hair.
“I can taste how turned on you are.”
And, if she were beneath me, she would feel how fucking revved I was. I’m surprised my jeans are still intact, that I haven’t torn them off just so I can free this raging hard-on.
I give her a finger, tilting it up and forward to hit her G-spot. I keep it all the way inside her but circle that sensitive piece of flesh.
“Where are you touching me?” she pants. “I can’t…I don’t…”
She doesn’t know, and that means she hasn’t been touched there before.
Damn, I like that.
I surround her clit and begin to suck. I’m not being kind to it. The whiskers of my beard are scratching the sides of her pussy, my teeth are rubbing as hard as the suction, and my finger is moving at a speed where I’m causing a hell of a lot of friction.
“West, I—”
“I know.”
She doesn’t have to tell me. I can feel it on my lips. I can taste the thickness that’s coming out of her. I stop sucking and flick the very top of her clit as fast as my tongue will go.
“I can’t hold it off.”
My actions tell her to do just the opposite. I use more pressure, more power, moving quickly and deeply, and she shudders against my mouth, the walls of her cunt clenching my finger.
She’s so tight.
I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like once she’s doing that around my cock.
I lick until she stills, and then I reach for one of the condoms Tilly placed on the nightstand between the beds. I slip off my clothes and roll it on.
She watches as I move closer and tease the tip around her hole.
“I’ll take it slow.”
I don’t know how big Cannon is. I don’t want to know, and there’s no way I’m going to look at the bed to the right of me to find out. But I know I’m a couple of inches taller than him, I weigh a good thirty pounds if not more than him, and I have at least double his muscles.
Playing professional hockey gave me a kind of strength that most men don’t have. It’s not a sympathetic sport. It’s rough, painful, angry. So, when something promises to feel good, I want to bury my cock inside it, and I have to remind myself she feels every stroke, every thrust, because I don’t want to tear her apart.
My wife can take it.
But something tells me Piper isn’t prepared for what I can do, nor can she handle it. At least not the first time I’m in her.
And, when I see the look on her face, telling me she appreciates what I said, I know I’m right.
I slowly work my way in. When I’m in as deep as my base, I wait a few seconds, letting her get used to me. Gradually, I shift my hips, giving her short pumps in and out, feeling her start to loosen a little, and then I lift her legs onto my shoulders, so I have full access to her cunt.
After a few full strokes, I ask, “You doing okay?”
Her nails are stabbing my thighs, and her nipples are so hard that they’re almost poking through her thin bra.
When she drops her chin to look at me, I see the change in her eyes. The Piper who first walked over to the bed is gone. In her place is the woman I saw in my head all along. The one who ravenously looks at me, who suddenly knows how gorgeous she is and how it feels to have a man make her feel as good as she deserves.
“Whatever you do,” she hisses, “do not stop.”
But, for just a second, I have to. Only because I need to move her.
I pull out and flip her onto her side, making her face away from the other bed, and I get in behind her. Before I plunge back in, I slip off her bra, and then I find that warmth again and sink myself into it.
She gasps a second time when I pinch her nipple.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“West,” she pants.
I reach down and rub circles over her clit. As soon as I do, she clenches my cock, and I know she’s about to come.
“That’s what I want,” I tell her. “Give it to me.”
“Again?”
“Yes,” I growl in her ear. “Again.”
She screams out a moan as her body quivers, narrowing so much that it only takes a few more pumps to get me off.
“Do you want me to come, Piper, or do you want more?”
She becomes quiet, and I still.
Then, she turns her body just enough that her mouth can reach me. “Kiss me.” Her hands are in my hair, and she pulls me into her.
It’s nothing like before. This is desperate and hard, like if she takes in enough of my tongue, she’ll come again. And, as she sucks, she grinds over my cock.
“Yesss,” I bark. “Ride it.” I break our kiss and flip her back toward the window, away from the other bed. I snarl into her ear, “Bounce right over that fucking dick, Piper.”
Her strokes become longer and faster.
“Take it, baby.” I find her clit and pinch it between my fingers. “Ride me until I come.”
When I feel the orgasm start to build in my balls, I rock my hips forward and meet her, thrusting into her even harder than before. And, the second I feel her tighten, I come into her pussy, holding her earlobe in my mouth, my teeth biting into it as each load of cum shoots into the condom.
“Fuck,” I finally say, releasing her c
lit and gently rubbing it, knowing it has to be sore. “You have one hell of a pussy.” I should stop there. But I don’t. “I can’t wait to be inside it again.”
A small groan passes through her lips, and I pull my dick out, reaching for her clothes and handing them to her. I grab my own and see that Tilly and Cannon are watching me, so I go into the bathroom to flush the condom and get dressed.
When I come out, Piper’s sitting on one bed, Cannon on the other, and my wife’s standing near the window. They all look at me, and I’m sure the other couple doesn’t know what to say.
My wife will take care of that.
And I’m right.
She comes up to me and puts her arms around my waist. “You good?”
I nod. “Yeah.” I don’t need to define how good I am. I’m sure she heard the sound I made when I dropped my load.
“Should I—”
“You can email her,” I whisper after seeing the expression on Cannon’s face.
The dude looks like he just caught his parents fucking.
“Okay.” She looks behind me to where Cannon’s sitting. “I’m going to go say good-bye.”
That gives me a chance to go over to Piper. She still hasn’t moved, but she’s holding the ripped thong in her hand, staring at it.
I lift her chin until she looks at me. “I’ll get you another pair.”
She shakes her head. “No need. I’m sure you’ll rip the next ones, too.”
I’m not sure why I do it—maybe it’s the response she just gave me—but I lean down and kiss her. It’s gentle, even softer than the first time my lips touched her. My hands cup her face, and I take one last inhale of her before I pull away.
“Mmm,” I hiss. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her eyes widen, and then I turn around. I meet my wife at the end of the bed, and we walk out of the room. She doesn’t say anything until we get into the elevator, and she presses the button for the lobby.
“Do you want to do this again?”
I knew she was going to ask, and I already have my answer. “Yeah, I’ll do it again. But it has to be with them.”
She smiles. This time, it’s a real one but still nothing like Piper’s.
“You might want to wait a few days before you reach out to her. Whatever you did to that poor guy, it’s going to take him some time to recover.”