SWINGER’S SECRETS (Menage Romance LBGT MMF with MM Hot Wife Sharing): Box Set - 3 Erotic Married Couple's Explorations! (Swingers Secrets Book 4)

by Mia Moore

  SWINGER’S SECRETS

  (A Bisexual Lesbian Transgender Fantasy of Hotwife Sharing)

  All Three Episodes Of A Slutty Hotwife In One Volume!

  By

  Mia Moore

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2014, Mia Moore

  License Notes

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  About This Book:

  All it took was a taste…

  Tara had always been straight. Even though she and her husband Steve are swingers, she’d never been attracted to women. Never. She always enjoyed playing the role of a slutty wife. Letting him share her with other guys was always a turn on for both of them. But the idea of playing with a woman? That was wife sharing she didn’t want any part of.

  Until Dawn.

  For Steve’s birthday, Tara and her friend Dawn play a sexy game and let him watch. He thought it was hot!

  It was just supposed to be fun and games. But it wasn’t. Not for Tara.

  Her body’s visceral response to Dawn’s touch is astonishing. Dawn brings her to a mind shattering climax and velvet bliss. It had always been wonderful with Steve and the guys… but Dawn has torn open a doorway to something entirely new. Something she’s never experienced before. This brings wife sharing to a whole new level! What took her so long?

  She wants more. No, she needs more.

  Now she’s consumed by a lesbian fantasy. At work, Joanie always flirted with her only to be brushed off. Now Tara can’t get her out of her mind! How would Steve feel to be made a cuckold by a woman? How can she even tell Steve about her new desires?

  If she goes down this road, where will it end? Should she tell him? Or keep this a secret?

  This secret—will it enflame her marriage? Or destroy it?

  Three scorching episodes of a passionate couple exploring and tasting the other side of the menu!

  Author’s Note

  In this book, some of my characters do not practice safe sex and have no consequences. Please understand that this is a novel, and not an endorsement of such behavior. In real life, play often, and always play safe!

  Love,

  Mia Moore

  Table of Contents

  About This Book

  Episode 1: What Took Me So Long?

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Episode 2: What’s Good For The Goose…

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Episode 3: Time For Dessert

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Author’s Note

  Episode 1: What Took Me So Long?

  Chapter 1

  As they had every time for the last five visits to The G-Spot, Steve held the door open to the entrance. As Tara walked past her gallant husband, he took her arm for a moment.

  “Look, anytime you want to stop, leave or anything, just say the word ‘screwdriver’ and we’re out of here, honey.” Unlike the first time, his deep set eyes were crinkled in a smile. He wasn’t nervous; he was just upholding their tradition.

  “Screwdriver,” Tara replied. She brushed her blonde ringlets behind her ear so she could look him straight in the eye.

  Steve’s face didn’t change. He let go of the doorknob and it whispered shut. Another couple had arrived in the parking lot and was getting out of their car about twenty feet away.

  “Not a problem, honey. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

  Tara’s face brightened and her lips formed that small U shape smile that had driven Steve crazy for the last twelve years. “I’m just messin’ with you, babe.” She grabbed the door, swung it open and walked into the entrance.

  Steve dropped his head and shook it. “Ohhh… funny, sassy girl, hunh? You know what happens to smart assed girls, don’t you?”

  “I sure hope so!” Tara called back over her shoulder. She was just messing with him, but she also wanted to see how much his face would fall when she said their code word. She stopped, waiting a beat for Steve to catch up. His face not moving an iota was perfect. The dance music was a dull throb as they crossed the foyer to the sign in counter holding hands. God, they were going to have a good time tonight, that was for sure.

  Gloria was behind the counter as usual. She was the oldest staff member at the club, in her late 50’s or so. And she wore her years proudly, with her hair frosted silver with black highlights running through it. She was wearing a blue satin bustier that pushed her breasts up and out like a pair of soft melons, cut down almost to her nipples. Tara could see the change of hue of her skin. She knew Gloria’s areole was just past the satin cup. Glancing over to Steve, she knew he was thinking pretty much the same thing. He was a tit man for sure.

  “Looking good, Gloria,” he said. He took his wallet out and slid their membership card across the counter.

  Gloria’s face brightened. “Then that makes three of us.” She glanced down at the membership card and back up to Tara. “What’s under your coat, Tara?” She clacked away at the computer monitor as Tara unbuttoned it.

  “Oh, just something I pulled out of the closet at the last minute.” Like a flasher in an alleyway, she spread the panels of her trench coat.

  Gloria stopped typing. “Mmmm… someone’s ready to play, that’s for sure.” It was the most daring outfit Tara had ever worn to the G-Spot. She was wearing a black lace cat suit. The sheer fabric hugged her body. A smoke of fabric sheathed her skin, showing everything under it in a dark shadow. The side of the suit was cut away, the front and back panels held together by a satin ribbon diamond pattern. At her waist was a short-short pleated miniskirt. “Crotch less, I bet,” continued Gloria, leaning across the counter.

  “Of course!” Tara held the edges of her skirt, pulling them out and up. Underneath, the catsuit turned into a garter and stocking set, baring Tara’s ass and shaven pussy before growing back into full leg coverings down to her three inch stilettos. Tara turned in a circle.

  Gloria finished typing on the computer. “One of the best perks of this job is the live fashion show I get at the start of each night,” she said with a smile.

  They paid their entrance fee and entered the club, stopping at the archway that led to the dance floor.

  The club was busy already and it was only 9:00 p.m.. Dance music throbbed out of the speakers as thirty or more people gyrated on the floor. The spinning lights flashed and pulsed in time to the music, adding to the primal beat. Steve’s eyes scanned the crowd on the dance floor as Tara looked over at the patrons seated at the tables that ringed it in three tiers.

  Steve’s fingers clasped Tara’s hand again. “You want to get just a table for us, or join some others, honey?”

  With a wave at one table, Tara pulled Steve up the aisle to the
rear. There were three large white leather sofas arranged in a U shape around a coffee table. Four people were already sitting there. The line of clutch purses down the center told her that there were other guests, probably on the dance floor. “Let’s sit with Ellis and Dawn, hon. We can table hop later if we want.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Ellis and Dawn were one of the first couples they had fucked when they started coming to the G-Spot two years earlier. They also threw the best house parties that Steve and Tara had ever attended.

  “Seems like they’re starting early,” said Steve. Ellis was sitting back on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table. Dawn had his cock out and was squeezing its semi hard flesh. As Steve and Tara approached, she leaned forward and licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, slowly pulling her head up, stretching the sticky fluid out in a thin string.

  “Hey, guys! I’d get up, but Dawn’s getting me up!” Ellis waved.

  With her mouth now encircled the crown of Ellis’ shaft, Dawn looked up and gave a short wave. With a sucking noise, she popped the knob out of her mouth. She shook Ellis’ hardening shaft at Tara. “Hi, hon—want a taste?”

  Tara stepped over and squatted down. She licked the edge of the crown and gave Dawn a kiss on the cheek.

  “Maybe later… hell, probably later!” she laughed.

  Dawn tucked Ellis’ meat back into his black slacks and pulled up the zipper. She cuddled into her husband’s outstretched arm and tucked her feet under her hips. Her hand came up to his chest and began to rub it.

  Tara leaned forward and kissed his cheek, Steve and Ellis shook hands.

  Dawn and Ellis were more than ten years older than they were- in their late 40’s. Ellis had a bit of a pot belly that belied the musculature underneath. Twenty four years as a cement contractor gave him a bad back yes, but strong arms and the stamina of a bull. Dawn was an olive skinned petite woman. Tara had watched Ellis fuck her standing up, holding her with only one arm, she was so tiny.

  But a fireball. “I TOLD Ellis that we were going to explore the Lifestyle when I had my first hot flash,” she had confessed to Tara when they first met. “My sex drive’s the highest it’s ever been.” Something to look forward to, Tara supposed. Her own sex drive went into hyper drive a year after giving birth. Instead of post-partum blues, she had post partum horny. And it would increase even more?

  “Wait till your kids are teenagers, Tara,” Dawn had told her. “The high school years are draining. You spend every waking moment worrying about them!” She ended that with a laugh, because her own three were all finished with college, let alone high school. “This stage of life is for Ellis and me. When we started coming here, the first thing I did after our first time at a swing club was join a gym! Best thing I ever did!”

  She was sure right. Dawn was a MILF, no doubt about it. Her firm thighs and small waist gave women half her age something to aspire to. Dawn had been approached by two websites and one men’s magazine that specialized in older women to do photo shoots and videos. She had turned them down, but was flattered that she was considered that hot.

  Tara cuddled into the other side of Ellis on the couch. His hand wandered down her back.

  “Love the outfit, kid,” he said with a smile.

  “Thank you, Pops!” she teased back. “What’s going on here tonight, Ellis? It’s only 9:00 or so, and the place is jumping!”

  “Spring fever, I guess. It’s going to be a wild night, I think. Last week was pretty quiet. Only 25 couples showed up.” He waved his hand at the dance floor. “It’s still early, and I’ll bet there’s over 70 couples here already. Yeah… it’s going to be some night!” His hand slid up the side of Tara’s torso, rubbing that area just where her breast meets her chest. Damn him—he knows that gets her aroused like a switch! She cuddled in tighter, her hand joining Dawn’s on his chest, playing with the hairs sticking out from his golf shirt’s collar.

  “Oh.” She was glad that they didn’t go last week. She and Steve were only able to enjoy the Lifestyle a few times a year—so each time was important for them to have a blast.

  “Nahh.. . it was okay—we had plenty of room to play. Hell, there were couples fucking on the tables here!”

  “Oh, I didn’t think that was allowed. I thought the sex was restricted to the back area.” The club was designed in two halves. In the front was the bar and dance floor. Patrons went through a door to the playrooms and lockers for the sexual activity.

  “Well, since it was a quiet night, Gloria put the closed sign on the door at midnight and they made an announcement that anything goes for the rest of the night.” Ellis took his hand away from Tara and reached down and lifted his drink and took a sip. “Smart move- everyone pretty much got naked right here and played.” He gave a short laugh. “There were one or two newbie couples sitting at the tables for two at the entrance way. I thought they would have a stroke when clothes started flying!”

  “Did they join in?” Steve had taken a seat at the end of the couch adjoining theirs and was listening.

  Dawn eyed Steve. She disengaged from Ellis and crossed over and sat with him. He took her and perched her on his lap. With a squeal, she nestled her hips into his crotch. “What do you think?” she asked him.

  Steve’s eyebrows raised. “Hmm… for the first time?” He nodded towards Tara. “I’d let her decide.”

  “I’d be too shy,” said Tara.

  “Yeah, pretty much. We’d probably just sit at the table and mess around with each other while we people-watched.” A server brought over the drinks they had ordered—both were drinking wine spritzers.

  “Yeah, that would have been a good plan,” said Ellis.

  “One couple did pretty much that, but the other couple had a melt down and wound up leaving,” said Dawn.

  “Melt down?” Tara and Steve said together.

  “Mmm hmmm…” said Dawn. She looked over to Tara. “You two guys obviously did a lot of talking between yourselves before you walked in here for the first time, right?”

  Steve chuckled. “Shit, we don’t stop jabbering at each other on Lifestyle nights ever! On the drive out here, we were talking about— ”

  “Yes, well, let me finish,” said Dawn, putting two fingers on Steve’s lips, silencing him. He had a tendency to monopolize a conversation, and it was something he was working on. She turned back to Tara. “Hon, you came here for the first time, what—two years ago?”

  Tara nodded. Twenty five months ago, to be exact. Their first time was at any Lifestyle event was The G-Spot’s Valentine’s party. How they came around to going for the first time was an epic tale in itself. “More or less, Dawn,” she said.

  “And I’ll bet you two had agreed on a set of rules before you even contacted the club for the first time, didn’t you?”

  “Yup,” said Steve.

  “And then after you made all the arrangements—the hotel reservation, the online application to the club, picking out your outfit to wear…” she eyed Tara.

  “More sensible than sexy to tell you the truth,” said Tara. She looked down at the catsuit she was in tonight. If someone told her that first night coming here in her black blouse and skirt to the knee that she would be wearing THIS outfit two years later, she’d have questioned their sanity.

  “You kept on talking with each other though, right?”

  “If anything, it even increased,” said Tara. She could remember as the night got closer, it was the only thing they talked about other than how their baby was doing. Their normal topics—the latest office gossip, current events and so forth all got pushed aside. She was excited to go—after all, it WAS her idea—but she was also nervous as hell.

  Ellis leaned forward. “Bet ya had rules and limits as to what you were going to do if you met anyone here that first night, didn’t ya?” he said with a smile, eyeing them both.

  “Yup. Look but absolutely no touching anyone else. Period.” Steve smirked at Tara as he began to fondle Dawn’s thigh.

  “So what
happened here last week?” asked Tara. Not to be outdone, she began to toy with Ellis’ fly. He was wearing black pants, but she could still see the damp spot on the fabric where he was already drizzling. Of all their friends, she liked the taste of his cum the best. She loved it after he shot a load into her. Especially if she hadn’t orgasmed yet…. Her hand began massaging his shaft through his pants.

  “Hey, not finished here!” laughed Ellis. He only rested his hand on top of hers though, as he began to pulse his hips into her palm.

  “Sorry, can’t you multi-task?” said Tara sweetly.

  “Yeah…. Anyway… one of the couples new here… they didn’t have a game plan worked out.”

  “What happened?” asked Steve.

  “Well, after Gloria made the announcement that anything goes anywhere in the club because she had the closed sign up, a lot of the members really started dirty dancing.” Ellis smiled. “It was great! I went from dry humping Dawn on the dance floor to fingering her…” He glanced at Dawn, perched on Steve’s lap. In response, she spread her legs and took Steve’s hand and placed it on her crotch.

  “Mmm…” she said. “And a lot of other couples got right into it too. In about five minutes, half the people were half naked or more… but still dancing….”

  “And that was when one of the new couples went off side.”

  “How?” asked Tara.

  “Well… the guy saw what was going on, and left his table and came onto the dance floor. He went up to Phil and Cynthia and just started to paw at her boobs.”

  “Can’t blame him for wanting to,” said Tara. She glanced over to the dance floor where Phil and Cynthia were. Cynthia was a former Playmate, and had the body to go with it. At 38, she still appeared in swimsuit issues of a couple of men’s magazines. “He didn’t ask permission though, did he?”

  “Nope. Just walked over and started mauling her.”

  “That must have went over well.”

  “It started a fight, right on the floor,” said Dawn.