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

  “Going to do you good too, baby, don’t worry.” He lifted her legs and the skirt of her nightgown slid to her waist, exposing nakedness from the waist down. Eric gazed at her pussy and looked back up into her eyes. “Oh yeah… your pussy’s already damp… this is turning you on for real.”

  Her cheeks enflamed, she pressed her lips together, and nodded.

  “Well, we can take care of that, can’t we, Chuck?”

  “Oh yeah, bro. Oh very yeah.” Chuck stepped closer and held one of Tara’s legs as Eric squatted onto the floor.

  “Gonna get me a taste of this honey pot, bro,” Eric leaned forward.

  “You want some of my cum first, man? Whet your appetite an’ all?” Tara watched as Chuck, still holding one of her legs high in the air, pointed his chubby cock at Eric’s mouth.

  “Don’t mind if I do. Why should that guy over there get all the cock, huh?” Eric turned to Chuck’s cock, taking the entire shaft in his mouth.

  “Oh fuck bro! I love it when you do me like that!” Chuck’s ass cheeks quivered as Eric’s mouth made slow chewing motions over his cock. “Take all my precum, bro… oh fuck yeah!”

  Eric slid off his buddy’s shaft. “You got some good spunk in there, man,” he licked his lips. “Now for some honey.” He turned his attention to Tara’s pussy.

  With both hands he pulled her swollen outer lips apart, laying the tender pink flesh below exposed. He eased his mouth into her and stroked her entire slit with his thick, wet tongue.

  She climaxed instantly, throwing her head back against the tabletop, gasping with the release.

  Panting, she opened her eyes, turned her head to Steve. He watched her, Joel’s cock in his hand. Her eyes blinked slowly, hand travelling to her clit and murmured “Mmmm…” Steve smiled and turned his head back to Joel’s waiting cock.

  “No, that’s enough for now, boy,” Joel pulled Steve’s head away. “I’m gonna get me some of that pussy. Stand up.”

  Joel stepped closer and nudged Eric away from her crotch. “I got me an idea, here. I’m so hard from this…” He stepped between Tara’s legs and glanced at Steve. “You want me to fuck her, don’t you?”

  Steve didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

  “Show me. Guide my cock into your wife’s cunt, boy.” Steve looked at Tara, who nodded wide eyed, a small smile on her lips.

  “We just got to get through this, honey,” Steve rose to his feet.

  “Fuck me with his cock, babe.” She rose to a sitting position, and pulled her legs up; the heels of her feet rested on the edge of the table. Steve fell to his knees and took Joel’s cock into his mouth, wetting it for her. He gazed into her eyes while his hand grasped Joel’s shaft and slid it against her pussy, rubbing her clit with the tip, and sending small shocks into her belly.

  “You want it?” he whispered.

  “Do it!”

  He pushed Joel’s ass, shoving the hard thick cock inside her. Oh God yes! She watched wide eyed as her husband stroked her clit with his tongue. Joel pushed deep inside. Steve pulled his head back when Joel’s hip mashed against her. He rolled his hips, and she felt his shaft press different areas of her cunt.

  Eric fondled her tit, watching the two men service her hot box. When Joel pulled out, she felt the void deep inside. At that moment, Eric pinched her nipple firmly and she recoiled with the sting. He relaxed his fingers and rubbed her areole softly as Joel once more pushed inside her, this time going even deeper. Again, when Joel withdrew, Eric pinched, and then rubbed when Joel re-entered.

  Each time Joel pushed inside, he went deeper. The head of his cock lightly brushed the part inside her, where it could hurt. He grazed it enough to tantalize her. When he started to pull out again, she bore down on his cock.

  “Oh, you like this, don’t you, girl?” he grunted. She looked up to him, her eyes shining and bit her lower lip.

  “Please…” her voice was small. She couldn’t stop him. She was a piece of meat to him, nothing more. He was a piece of meat to her. And she wanted more. There was no good, no bad, no right or wrong; just her aching need. “Please!” she hissed.

  His eyes flashed in pleasure and his lips curled. “As long as you’re asking nice.” He plunged into her as deep as he could, hitting that ‘Ow-ey’ spot with beautiful pain. He pulled back and did it again and again. Just when she was edging past pleasure and into pain, he withdrew a little and softly stroked her with his shaft.

  Eric’s hand on her breast squeezed and kneaded like it was bread dough. Oh fuck, these guys were good. She glanced down and saw that Steve had moved over to Eric, giving him the same pleasure he had given Joel. Their eyes locked, while Steve’s hand lowered and he stroked his own stiff cock.

  She whipped her head around when she felt Joel again grind into her. Oh Christ it was perfect. Her hips agreed, pulsing into him and away when it got too much.

  Another climax began to well inside her. Deeper, inside her belly, the wave began to throb. Oh yes. She rode the wave in time with Joel’s strokes and Eric’s hand. Joel grabbed her ankles, hoisting them over his shoulders. She was spread open and helpless. Oh God, please let him finish good!

  He panted, riding his own wave, lurched into her and raised himself on the balls of his feet at the last moment, his cock shoving into new places.. Oh God. She arched her hips to get it in just the right place… Oh God…

  The wave inside her pulsed and crested, undulating and growing larger with each thrust of her hips and Joel’s. Oh God!

  Joel’s face drew back into a tight mask, his lips pulled back from his teeth. She felt him tremble against her hips. Oh, he was coming, splattering up inside her!

  “I’m almost there!” she croaked. “I’m…. almost….! His cock and her pussy. Her cunt.

  Joel leaned forward bending her legs farther back. His breath became gasps then a low guttural cry as he fell over his edge into her.

  The wave crashed into her with a tidal force, spewing over her again and again. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could against this force, but to no avail. The pleasure of her climax and the pain of his unyielding cock buried in her created a nova of experience. She grasped his shoulders as he rutted her like a boar, her fingernails clutching at his flesh.

  With a wail, she fell into the nova, erupting in her own burst of color and heat. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging in for dear life as he pounded into her, spurting and glistening within her.

  She rode him as he rode her. The eternal moment, the forever and ever time of the powerful release ebbed away. His head drooped, face buried in her neck, warm breath on her skin, strong arms wrapped around her. Her hands found the back of his head and held him just as firmly. She realized she was panting.

  Together they inhaled deeply and shuddered. She inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of his cologne, musky with a floral background.

  Joel lifted himself, and gave her a peck on her forehead. “One down, one to go...,” His smile was almost kind. A man who had just came like thunder was now a gentle Spring breeze.

  He stepped away and Chuck now stood before her. Her feet were dangling over the edge of the table until he lifted them, locking his elbows under her knees and pulling her to him.

  She readjusted her position, waiting for him. Chuck’s cock was considerably shorter than Joel’s. Even so, her eyes widened at its girth. It was as fat around as an ear of corn, precum already leaking out. None of her sex toys were as thick as this.

  There was a film of sweat under Chuck’s lip. “Your husband gives great head, baby, now let’s see how this pussy is.” He was shorter than Joel, with a thicker body.

  He wasted no time, he didn’t have to. Her motor was already humming, and Joel’s cum up inside her oozed from her slit. Chuck adjusted himself at her opening, and with a single shove filled and stretched her like never before.

  His chubby cock was deceptive. It was as hard as any cock she’d ever experienced, like a brass plug that filled and stretched her walls. “I love slop
py seconds,” he said, “don’t have to waste any time getting you ready.”

  Her pussy felt as stretched as her ass had been the night Steve fucked it, but without the burning. She opened her knees as wide as she could, trying to fit over his thickness. He didn’t have to move very much in and out, but like Joel had done, he rotated his waist with each thrust. But this was different, she was being ravished by a short baseball bat, pushing and stretching her walls to their limit. She clenched her teeth trying to fit him all in.

  Glancing past Chuck, she watched Steve finish cleaning Joel’s cock, sucking on it like a starving man with a pork rib, smacking his lips with pleasure as his eyes watched her. Joel stepped away, and Eric placed his semi erect cock against her husband’s mouth. Steve gobbled on it greedily, one hand cupping Eric’s balls and his other, wandering to the man’s ass.

  “Fuck you’re tight, baby.” Chuck brought her attention back to his thrusting.

  “Fuck you’re thick!” She bucked her hips again, savoring the now delicious stretching.

  She was well and truly stuffed as she watched Steve’s head bob and loudly suck on Eric’s shaft.

  “Babe, you fuck me last, okay?” she called to him.

  “Can’t get enough, can you?” Chuck grinned.

  She looked up to him. “Not like I had a choice. Come in me you bastard.” She grabbed him by his shoulders. He looked fat, but again it was deceptive. His flesh was as firm as the cock he had buried in her. She dug her nails in, urging him on. “Fuck mee!”

  Chuck began to punch her in the pussy with his shaft. He pulled completely out of her with each stroke, and filled her again with each return. She got lost in the pattern of empty then stuffed, over and over. She slid her hand down and stroked her clit in time with each of Chuck’s thrusts.

  She was primed and ready feeling another orgasm begin to build inside. Her eyes closed and she chewed on her lower lip, bearing down as hard as she could on Chuck’s shaft, clenching her walls on him. It only served to spur him on, as again and again he pounded into her.

  “Okay! Oh God!” Her eyes flew open as the orgasm exploded inside her. She began to babble and grunt. She wanted to rip his cock off at the root; she wanted him to split her open at the same time. She turned her head and through hooded eyes saw Steve’s head clamped in Eric’s hands, his mouth a hole as Eric quivered in his own orgasm.

  As he climaxed, Eric’s hand clamped on her tit, tearing at it, shuddering in his own orgasm. At the same moment she felt Chuck’s cock expand in a flutter, spurting inside her, extending her own orgasm. She flopped back down to the tabletop, her entire being subsumed by the pleasure exploding outward. As Chuck emptied himself into her, she again panted through her own ecstasy.

  He pulled out and her eyes flew open to see Steve standing between her legs, his cock thick and stiff. Wordlessly, he entered her and bent forward. Taking her face in one hand he leaned in to kiss her.

  She opened her mouth and tasted a dollop of cum on his tongue. As he fucked her, she sucked his tongue, savoring the tang he had also enjoyed.

  He straightened and continued to stroke in and out of her, letting her legs dangle off the table’s edge. She sat up and looked down. Oh wow…

  His cock was slathered in the cum from her first two partners, the thick ooze running down her ass cheeks and glistening on the table top. She looked back up to him. “Oh wow…” She lay back again. “Put more in me, Steve, fill my hole with more, baby!”

  He grasped her legs under each knee, lifted them, while his cock slithered and slathered in and out, making slurpy noises with each stroke. Looking past him, she saw the three invaders gathered, watching the two of them. Each of them wore a smirk of some sort.

  “Hope I didn’t loosen her up too much for you!” Chuck said. She responded by clamping down again.

  “She’s always tight, man,” said Steve. “And if she wasn’t, I’d fuck her asshole.” He continued to pound into her. He bent her legs back a little, to push and shove deeply.

  There. Right. There! She felt him hitting that spot with a burning pleasure. The kind of pleasure of fresh baked bread on the tongue, hot and burning but so fucking goood…. She clasped her husband around the waist with her feet. The other men were raw in their lust. Steve’s lust was deeper, a craving for more. For all of her. Where the other men excited and aroused her, only Steve made her joyfully wanton.

  Her libido spent, only a small climax flowed through her now. But tomorrow… She smiled and held on, urging her man to his own peak. This man…

  He must have felt her thoughts, because before long, his whole body stiffened. He cupped her face in his hands as he spent himself within her.

  They lay on the table clasped for a moment until Steve’s breath evened out. He lifted himself on his arms, looking down silently.

  “Okay Steve, one more thing here!” said Joel sharply. Steve turned his head, and nodded with a small smile. He got off her, and Carl and Eric took a leg and slid her to the end of the table.

  “Save some for everyone, Joel,” Steve said.

  With a ‘humph’, Joel squatted down and fastened his mouth on her pussy, looking up in her eyes. He softly sucked on her pussy, his tongue caressing up inside her. After a moment, he stepped away to be replaced by Eric, then Chuck and finally Steve. Each man paying homage and sucking her pussy of the cum that had flooded her.

  “Less filling, tastes great,” said Steve, wiping his mouth as he stood. Again he hugged Tara, holding her tightly as the three men donned their clothing.

  “We’ll see ourselves out,” said Joel.

  Tara released her hold on Steve and slipped off the table. She went first to Chuck, then Eric and finally Joel, embracing and kissing each of them. As she moved from one man to the next, Steve shook hands and hugged each one in turn.

  Returning to Steve’s side, she said, “Guys, THAT was awesome.”

  “Bit of a surprise, huh?” said Chuck.

  “Are you kidding me? The masks were perfect for the first impression! I was so startled!” She elbowed Steve. “And I thought it was only going to be you and me rolling around on the couch!”

  “Well, there’s always tomorrow for that,” said Steve. He tipped his head to the other men. “Your wives didn’t have a problem with this then, huh?”

  Joel laughed. “They’re all waiting in the cars, man! They’re going to want to hear all about it!” He flicked his flannel shirt. “Construction worker was pretty easy, by my Linda’s got a thing for cops for her fantasy night.”

  Steve grinned. “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

  Tara stifled a yawn. “I’m sorry, guys, but you really did wear me out.” She held out the skirt of her nightgown. “I got just enough energy to take another bath and I’m going to crash.”

  The men said a final good night and Steve ushered them out the front door.

  Cuddled together in bed, later Tara said, “That was awesome!” She rubbed his hand cupping her breast. “But honey, I’ve been thinking…”

  “Uh oh.”

  “No, I don’t have any fix it projects around the house. I was just wondering, how do we top this?”

  Steve tucked into her. “I got some thoughts.”

  “Are they dirty thoughts?” She couldn’t believe her hips were squirming again.

  “Of course.”

  Chapter 15

  Two months passed before Steve and Tara indulged again. After talking about it, they decided their bi sexual explorations would be every other month, or ‘Bi-Monthly’ as Steve put it. Tara wasn’t crazy about the idea— if she wanted to do something, she wanted to do it now! Steve laughed at her; she had an impetuous streak that was for sure! He stuck to his guns, though, because he felt that if they overdid it, the experiences would lose the shine. More out of a sense of respect than agreement, Tara went along.

  On top of that, the week preceding their escapade, he proclaimed it to be ANOTHER ‘No Sex Diet’ week! She’d been patient and understanding,
but he was really pushing the envelope. Steve had made all the plans, and they were going to indulge on Saturday night at a hotel downtown.

  By Friday night Tara was climbing the walls with pent up desire and a blistering curiosity. All week long she asked about details, but Steve held her off.

  “Don’t anticipate, participate,” was his reply to her questions, wearing a goddamn evil grin to boot.

  GRRR! She hated yet loved it at the same damn time--the anticipation.

  On Friday night, they were in bed, both looking forward to Saturday, their release from the ‘No Sex Diet’. They had both taken to wearing pajamas in bed during the week as laying next to each other naked, had proven to be just too damn much of a distraction. Steve wore the pants, and Tara wore the shirt as a nightgown.

  Picking at the pocket of the pj top (why in the world men’s pajamas had any pockets was a mystery, but a shirt pocket was totally baffling), she asked “We’re all set for tomorrow night?”

  “MmmHmm.”

  She turned her head. “Aaand?”

  “And what?” He looked at her wth wide eyes.

  She pursed her lips and exhaled. “So, what’s on the menu?”

  He chuckled. “I guess this is a bad time for me to play coy, huh?”

  “Ya think?” She raised her hand. Oooh! If ever a man deserved a swat!

  “Hey, hey, take it easy!” He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay. I was going to make it another surprise, but right now, maybe that’s a little dangerous.”

  “For you, yeah!” She lowered her hand. “So…”

  “So… I hired a professional.”

  She dropped her head sideways, open mouthed. “A professional? As in a prostitute?”

  “Yep. An ‘Escort’ is the general term.”

  “Why on earth would you do that? I mean… aren’t our friends from the club good enough?”

  Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Steve crossed his arms behind his head and sat back against the headboard. “None of our friends have the attributes of the person I hired.”