by Mia Moore
I looked down at the glass of wine, twirling the stem in my fingers slowly. “We’re actually going out of town for the evening.” That past was true. The club was fifty miles away in Black Rapids.
She leaned forward and grinned. “On the holiday weekend? Traffic’s going to be insane! What’s out of town that’s so special?”
Oh my God. She was like a dog with a bone on this. My mouth pulled to the side and my voice was low. “It’s Jason’s Aunt Edna. She’s sick and we’re spelling off his cousins, visiting her to give them a break.” I looked over at her and grinned. “Now about Sunday...how about you come over at two. That way you can sleep in and take your time.”
The waitress had set Chloe’s gyros down in front of her as I spoke, catching her attention for a moment. Thank goodness. Now we’d get off the subject of Saturday night. I’m not a great liar at the best of times but today her besieging the Saturday subject had me a bit rattled.
She placed her napkin in her lap and leaned forward grinning at me. “I’m starving. Is there anything you want me to bring on Sunday? Of course we’ll bring wine and beer, but anything else?” She picked up her knife and fork, and began to slice into her lunch.
I took a sip of wine before answering. After the morning I’d had, skipping breakfast, the alcohol melted into my muscles in a warm fuzzy way. Maybe I’d have a second glass. “Just bring yourselves. I can’t wait to meet Ethan. I feel like I already know him.”
My eyes drifted from Chloe’s mouth down the smoothness of her neck, to the small line of cleavage between her full breasts. What kind of bathing suit would she wear—a one piece or bikini? Was it the wine, or the excitement this morning, talking in bed with Jason? Actually revealing that I’d liked being hit on by that woman in the red dress?
Whatever. I’d always thought Chloe was pretty, with the curvy, petite body, now I saw her with fresh eyes. More the way a man would look at a woman, sizing her up, undressing her in his mind and wondering…
She reached across the table and patted my hand. “I know. Same here with Jason. From all you’ve told me about him, he sounds like he’d be a blast to hang with. The life of the party.” Her eyes dropped and she pulled her hand back to toy with her food. “Too bad about his aunt.”
My gut tightened and my gaze dropped to my plate, avoiding hers. I nodded and took a bite of the pork. I really hated lying to her.
***
An hour later, I dropped her off at her office and headed back to work. I sat in the car for a moment, refreshing my lipstick and getting a breath mint from my purse. Even though I was glad for Chloe that she’d landed a job at Griffiths, I missed working with her. Getting together for lunch a couple times a week wasn’t enough. She was right— and the four of us should start doing more things together. That would be fun.
I was about to open the door when the paisley case of my cell phone, resting in the console caught my eye. Shit, I’d left it there all through lunch. I picked it up and pushed the button to see if there were any texts or calls I’d missed.
The screen lit up and a text message from the O Zone Club popped onto the screen. They’d sent it a little over an hour ago.
“We’re really looking forward to a sexy night at the club! No need to take in fireworks in the park! There will be plenty shooting off here on the dance floor and in the playrooms! See you Saturday!”
There was a tug low in my stomach and I grinned, picturing the Couples Club. Not that they had to send out a reminder to the people who’d already booked, like us, but it was probably good business. I slipped the phone into my purse and opened the car door.
It wasn’t until I was in the elevator going up to the fourth floor, thinking about the lunch with Chloe, that it hit me. Oh no. I’d left the phone in the car when I went into the drug store. Had it buzzed then and she’d read the message from the club? I fished it out and looked at the message once more.
Sent at twelve twenty p.m. Were we at the restaurant then or the drug store? Oh my God. It could have been either place. She’d been late leaving work...exactly how late? Oh my God.
It sure explained the questions at lunch about Saturday night. My face was hot as I rushed back to my desk. I’d have to play dumb and watch her closely, to see if she’d read it. No way was I going to volunteer that info. I’d know on Sunday when they came over to the house.
Chapter 3
Chloe
The afternoon dragged along. It had been quiet. Guess not a lot of people were thinking about insurance on the Friday before the July 4th weekend. I knew I sure as heck wasn’t thinking about it.
I’d been biting my nails, wondering about that text message on Grace’s phone. A reminder about a sexy Saturday night? And she’d lied through her teeth every time I’d brought it up. Something was up and she’d looked so guilty.
When Margaret left the office early, I’d pulled up the website for the O Zone. OH MY GOD! It was a sex club! A Swinger’s club for couples! Jason and Grace were swingers? Oh my God. I couldn’t wait to tell Ethan! Oh shit! Grace had asked us to their place on Sunday! Did she have more than swimming in mind? Maybe swinging was more like it. Oh my.
I clicked through various pages of the website, glad that it wasn’t busy and I was alone and able to do this. Holy cow! The photos of the women on the dance floor left little to the imagination. And then there were the pics of the play rooms—king sized beds, some kind of like bunk beds, others with a wicked looking ‘S’ curve and then there was that machine! Oh my. It was kind of like a saddle but the horn was a huge rubber cock. Had Grace ever tried that?
There was a tingling in my pussy as I skimmed through the sexy pictures. I glanced up at the clock. Thirty minutes until I could lock the door and go home. I squirmed in my chair and squeezed my legs tight together. There was another warm jolt of pleasure between my legs.
I flipped back to the photo of the machine, trying to gauge how big that dildo actually was. Fuck it looked huge. A flash of Grace squatting on it flooded my mind—long ivory legs parted, the huge thick dildo invading her cunt while her lips and closed eyes showed how turned on she was. I could feel the tingling in my clit grow hotter and definitely wetter. I read the caption on the pic and learned it was called a ‘Sybian’ machine.
It was time to cool down a little. What if a customer came in, wanting to file a claim or something? Even though the air conditioning was set at a frosty sixty degrees for menopausal Margaret, a trickle of sweat rolled down my neck. I grabbed a tissue and dabbed my face and neck. Next, I clicked off the site and back to our company’s home page.
I glanced at the door and then clicked back to the swinger site. I wouldn’t look at photos but maybe reading a bit would calm me down. Besides which, I had to know more about this. How had Grace and Jason found it? Joined this club? And what was with these playrooms? Did everyone have to have sex with each other? Was that a given when you walked through the door?
I read for the next twenty minutes, managing to calm down just a bit. Still, when I glanced at the clock and it showed five, I quickly shut down my computer, turned off the lights and locked up. I couldn’t wait to get home and see Ethan. I’d jump his bones the minute he walked through the door.
It was only a ten minute walk to our apartment and the day was warm. The swinger site had made it clear that people from all walks of life were part of this lifestyle. That was a new term—lifestyle. As I passed other people on the sidewalk, I took more than a passing glance at them. What about that guy in the sports coat, sauntering along beside the woman in the short tight dress? Were they swingers? The next one, a raven haired beauty in the low spandex top and skimpy jogging shorts, probably was. What was with the small smile she gave me when we passed each other?
Scantily clad mannequins in the window of a lingerie store caught my eye. I paused, looking at the lacy bra and G string panties on one of them. The other sported a garter belt with black stockings and a black bra. I’d never been in the store but had always wanted to. I pulled
the heavy glass door open and went inside.
The aroma of spicy candles and perfume filled my nose as I wandered over to the display of corsets. Most were black but there were a few fiery red ones. Fiery red like Grace’s hair. Did she wear a corset at that club? They were pretty sexy.
“May I help you find something?”
I spun around to see a sales woman with dark eyes and bright red lipstick, smiling at me. For a moment my mind went blank noticing the low cut blouse and clinging black skirt. With a body and face like that she could easily model the corsets and they’d sell like hotcakes. “I’m looking for some sexy lingerie to surprise my husband.”
The sales lady placed her fingers on my shoulders and smiled wider still. “How about something in red? That’ll catch his eye and other things. Plus red is your color. You’re a summer type—blonde hair, blue eyes with a hint of a tan. Yes. Come this way.”
‘Come this way?’ Fuck, I’d pick any way to come right about then. Do you have a Simeon machine? I thought to myself as I followed her, watching her hips gyrate.
We stopped at a rack of bras and panties.
“You’ll want to start with the right foundation. Were you thinking of a negligee as well?” She pulled a bra from the rack and then her eyes dropped to my chest. “Thirty-four D?”
I nodded, noting the low lacy cup of the bra. Normally my girls need a little more support and fabric to hold them up but the idea here wasn’t to hold them all that long.
“Would you like to try it on for size? Some companies vary in what the label actually reads. I could help you determine if it’s the right fit.” She smiled at me and once more her gaze dropped to my chest.
I grew hotter still and my voice was a squeak when I spoke. “No. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll take it and the matching panties.”
Her gaze dropped to my hips and she leaned to the side checking out my ass. “High cut, bikini or G string? A G string would be effective. You’ve got kind of what I call a bubble butt, high with a well defined bum.”
I swallowed and looked at her wide eyed. A bubble butt? Me? Sure I knew the term, but never thought it applied to my ass. There was a mirror on the wall beside me, and I glanced over to it. Yes, I DO have a bubble butt! Nodding to the saleswoman, I said, “I’ll take the G string. I think it’ll really surprise him.”
She smiled, took the panties, a strip of lace really, from the hanger and led the way to the cash register. “You’re sure this is all you’d like today?” Did I hear her correctly? She blinked her eyes slowly and my pussy tingled. What the hell was going on with me?
I gave my head a mental shake. Now there was a thrill tingling in my clit as I pictured Ethan’s face when he saw me in that outfit. He’d give me the ‘all I’d like today’, for sure.
As she folded the items and placed them in tissue paper, she glanced up at me. “We’ve just received a line of swim suits. If your hubby likes this, he’ll love the bikini. We’ve got some in this exact shade of red. No lace just lycra, but they’re pretty sexy.”
I sighed. I really shouldn’t. We’re really close and tight budgeted, saving for a home, but... We’d be at Grace and Jason’s house on Sunday. What kind of bathing suits do swingers wear? Probably not much. For sure Grace would be in a bikini. My bathing suit was a one piece Speedo, built for comfort and coverage when you’re swimming. I’d be dowdy next to her.
“I’ll take a bikini as well. In for a dime, in for a dollar I guess...” The thought of being at Grace and Jason’s, flaunting my body in a bikini caused my brain and other areas to fry. If it was just hormones deciding the purchase of a bikini, Ethan would let me know. Maybe I’d only ever wear it with him around but it was worth the money, even so.
I waited silently for a few minutes for her to return with the bikini. My pussy was wet and aching to get home to Ethan. My mouth fell open as I realized that just reading about the swinger club, knowing Grace and Jason would be there was making me horny. Is that why they went? If just thinking about it got me this warm, what was it like for them waiting to go? Was it to rev up their sex life? After fourteen years of marriage, they probably needed a little spice. Fuck! After seven years of marriage, even we could use a dash of naughty.
I paid for the bikini and lingerie and raced out the door. I would beat him home if it killed me. Ready and waiting in my sexy lingerie.
Chapter 4
Ethan
I trudged up the wooden stairs and took the apartment keys from the pocket of my jeans. God, it had been a hot one out there. A cold beer or five would hit the spot. It would be great if Chloe was home and had the AC cranked up. When we are able to buy a house, it’s got to have central air.
When I stepped inside cool perfumed air drifted onto me. The AC was good but what was with the perfume? That was something she normally only wore when...I grinned and set my lunch box on the hall table. “Chloe?”
“In here.” Her voice called out from the kitchen.
When I stepped inside, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Holy fuck! She was wearing a red bra that her boobs overflowed and the panties were only a triangle covering her pussy. Taking small steps in a set of high heels, her hips swayed from side to side, her hand extended holding an icy beer out to me. By the time she reached me my cock was already stiffening.
I grasped the bottle and took a long swig, nearly choking when her hand cupped my crotch. Wow. Normally I initiate sex and normally it’s in the bedroom. “Someone’s pretty horny. I like the bra and panties.”
She stepped back and swirled in a slow circle, before facing me with a soft smile. The panties did nothing to cover the cheeks of her ass, which was waaay okay with me. She had the nicest ass that I’d ever seen on a woman.
Gripping her own bottle of beer she skimmed it across her chest, taking care to rest it for a moment between her breasts. I reached for her breast and tugged at the lacy fabric, pulling it down to expose her nipple. Oh yeah. It was all pebbly and firm, the dark button top protruding a little. I had the feeling that the cold of the beer bottle had nothing to do with how erect her nipples were.
Her hand once more went to my crotch and she pulled at the zipper.
My cock swelled even harder and I could feel the drop of pre cum oozing from the end. “You don’t want to do that, Chloe. I need a shower. Bad. But hold that thought, will you?”
Her blue eyes twinkled and the tip of her tongue skimmed over her lower lip. She pressed closer, and her tongue brushed the spot under my jaw. “I like it down and dirty.” Once more she tugged at the zipper.
It was all I could do to keep from tearing the string of panties off and throw her onto the kitchen table and fuck her blind. But since she was initiating this, I’d let her play it her way.
Her fingers slid into the opening of my jeans and curled around my shaft. “Oh yeah, that’s the way to greet your man,” I said, my voice low. I took another long sip of beer and set the bottle down on the counter. “I like the sexy look. How many of these beers did you have before I got home?”
“Just one, while I slipped into the bra and panties.” Her eyes were sultry looking into mine.
There was a small jerk of her hand before my cock popped out of my jeans, hanging heavy in her palm. The tip of her finger played in the slit, teasing more juice from me, and then rose to her lips and tongue. Oh fuck. She was always sexy and hot but she was pulling out all the stops with that move.
Her voice was a purr when she spoke. “I haven’t showered either. I’m a dirty girl. You like dirty girls don’t you?”
My eyes shut for a moment and I sucked in a long breath. “Oh fuck, Chloe. Yeah.” Her hand went back to rubbing my shaft, twisting her wrist as she pulled softly on my meat, just the way I loved it. My fingers threaded through her hair and I pulled her mouth to mine, my tongue rolling against hers. Enough teasing. The way she was acting, she wanted to be fucked and rode hard.
I un-hooked her bra and tore it from her shoulders and down her arms. Even my big carpenter
’s hands, her tits overflowed them. I pinched the tip of her nipple between my fingers, and was rewarded with a soft moan from her throat. She was soft, lush and aching for more.
My hand skimmed down the satin of her belly and lower to push the lacy straps of the panties off. My fingers slipped through her slippery furrow. Oh God she was so wet and willing. Her weight shifted from side to side, stepping out of the panties as I finger fucked her. Holy fuck, her hole was hot and tight and the nub of her clit swollen. From the sounds of her soft whimpers of lust, she was as ready to come as me.
I gripped her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the table. Her legs parted and I stepped between them, my cock drizzling over her thigh. She settled back on the table, balancing her upper body on a bent arm, while the other hand reached for my cock. It was a sexy sight, watching my wife’s passion, legs spread opening her lower lips, the longing in her softly slitted eyes.
“Yeah, that’s my dirty girl.” She held my cock in her fist, the thick knob protruding, aiming it at her cunt. As she pulled me up inside her I felt the white hot of her tight walls gripping and clinging my shaft.
She tilted her head back and let out an “Ahhh...” as I filled her.
The soft whimper of her voice and her eyes tightly closed inflamed something deep inside. Immediately, I pounded into her, claiming her with cock. Her breasts, heavy and full, rocked up and down on her chest as I thrust deep again.
She sucked in a deep breath through her teeth and her hand shot to her clit, teasing the burgundy nub quickly with her fingertip. “Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard...” Her hips rocked up and down, meeting each thrust with a hard reciprocating jerk.
Oh God. It was close. Her cunt sucked on my shaft each time I drew. I pushed deeper, driving her higher on the table with my cock.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, that’s it! That’s it!” Her words were mumbled through parted lips. She had her head pitched forward, watching me impale her, straining to envelop me even deeper.