by Mia Moore
His eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned his shirt and I slipped the tight dress over my head and off. A small smile played on both our faces as we watched each other. This was what it was all about—us. The whole evening had been hot and exciting for both of us. We teetered on the thin edge of taking it to the next level, actually playing with as opposed to alongside another couple.
If there was anything that had been solidified in my mind that night, it was that I couldn’t wait to try some bi action. The dance with the dark haired woman had left me craving more. And Jason wanted that too. It would be a small step to take it to the next level from there, fulfill his fantasy of seeing another guy fuck me.
I wrapped the towel around my body and tucked the end of it securely between my breasts. My finger traced the outline of Jason’s cock, pressing against the light cotton towel. Oh yeah. The bi thing was hot but so was that.
Chapter 8
Jason
Our footsteps were soft walking from the change area to the other room. When the door closed behind me, I held Grace’s hand in mine, standing quietly, giving time for our eyes to adjust to the low lighting. The muted sounds of bodies sifting and making love on beds was punctuated by low sighs and moans.
In the middle of the room, on the low over-sized round bed a couple were engaged in sixty-nine. The woman’s blonde hair cascaded over thick dark thighs, her head bobbing slowly up and down as she deep throated his shaft. The line of her back curved down into her waist and rose again, as she straddled the guy’s head between her legs. Soft slurping sounds and sighs of pleasure drifted from both ends of her torso.
There were a series of king sized beds along the far wall, arranged next to each other. Two of them were occupied with couples, but the far one was empty. I nudged Grace and discreetly pointed to it. At her slight nod and eager eyes, I held her hand leading the way.
There were curtains that framed each bed, kind of like in a hospital but they weren’t drawn. Obviously the couples making out on the two beds didn’t mind the fact that people could watch them. Actually, most times that’d we’d been at the club, this was the case. I smiled as we got closer. There was something hot about watching other people fuck. Grace and I had always pulled the curtains, but tonight I was realizing that there’s something hot about being watched as you fuck.
The broad back and shoulders of the guy on the first bed caught my eye. There was a tangle of legs below the firm cheeks in an ass rising and falling, driving his cock deep into his woman. There was just a glimpse of her forehead as she lay totally dwarfed by the mountainous man. But the soft moans were definitely pleasure not pain.
Grace squeezed my hand and hesitated for a moment, signaling with her eyes to look at the couple on the next bed. Bingo. It was the dark haired woman and the silver haired guy. From the dance floor. I could feel my already thick cock begin to stiffen more. We’d be right next to them.
She was astride his hips, rising and falling on his shaft. As we passed, her eyes turned to us and she smiled.
Grace slipped her towel off and laid it on the bed before easing down onto the cool white surface. I tugged my towel off and then knelt beside her, nudging her hip to get her to roll onto her side and face the other couple. There was no way we weren’t going to watch the dark haired beauty as she rode the silver stallion. Grace wanted it as much as I did. When she turned over I snuggled in behind her, pulling her tight and lifting her leg over mine.
The silver haired guy turned his head and smiled at us. I think we played into another level of his own fantasies. He looked up at his partner and his hand gripped her hip, stopping her movements while he shifted his butt to the side a few inches. She followed his movements, being steered by his joy stick deep inside her.
Before, her slender thigh had blocked the view. Now it was possible to see his cock as it slid into her depths.
I grinned at him and pushed and pulled at Grace’s body until we were angled on the bed in such a way that they’d see everything too. My hand cupped her breast and then slithered down her tummy to part her slippery lips. God she was wet. Her nub was firm under my finger.
She moaned softly and began to rock her hips into me. Beside us, the woman resumed her ride on the silver stallion, his cock long and glistening going in and out of her. As I played with Grace’s clit, I watched the wanton sight of the other woman’s pussy being softly fucked. Her hips rotated on it and her hands cupped her breasts, rolling the tips of her nipples between her fingers.
It was sexy as hell, making my cock dribble pre-cum into Grace’s already wet pussy. I pulled back and my hand pushed at the knob, forcing it into Grace’s cunt. Holy fuck, the hot tightness there...watching the other woman ride the guy’s cock...seeing him watch us.
His finger left his partner’s hip and landed on her clit. “Oh yeah...” the soft murmur drifted from her lips as she rolled her ass in a slow circle, pulling on his cock.
I pumped faster into Grace, my senses filled. There was a delicate scent in the room of arousal from all the couples. I could feel the ripples of Grace’s pussy walls as my knob slithered up inside her. Hearing the coos of pleasure escape from the strangers beside us, with the soft slurpy sound of her pussy as she glided over him again and again.
Grace raised her torso balancing on her elbow, pushing hard against me each time I drove deep. Her breasts heaved and jiggled with each thrust. The other guy was watching us as intently as we were.
“Fuck me, Phil!” The dark haired woman’s hips were rising and falling like a jack hammer, her boobs bouncing heavy on her chest.
“Jesus, Maya...Don’t stop.” His words hissed through his teeth, as he strained upward, his finger a whir on her clit.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” Grace’s fingers fisted the sheets, pushing back hard as her own orgasm started.
Oh fuck. It was too much, everyone coming... “Aaaah.” I sucked in air as my cock surged in white hot lust, shooting deep into Grace. I spasmed watching Maya ride Phil’s cock... releasing another spurt of pleasure.
Grace’s cunt tightened, spasming in her own ecstasy, pulling more from me still. Another hot jolt made my legs tremble. It was taking all of me...but I didn’t care. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, moans of pleasure, whimpers. All of it melded together flooding through my veins like molten fire. Oh God. One final jerk and my head dropped onto Grace’s shoulder.
She turned and kissed me softly. “God, I love you. This was fantastic.”
She eased down and her arm curled around my body. My cock was still in her slippery cunt but it was fading. I kissed her neck, snuggling close and inhaling her scent. “You’re the best. And yes, this was the best yet. I’m glad we found this spot next to them.”
I looked over and Maya had tipped forward, her chest on Phil’s while his hand stroked lightly along her back. His face was soft as he turned to kiss her head. I had the feeling that even though his hair had mostly turned to silver, he wasn’t that much older than us. Maybe mid to late forties. But Maya, she was our age. It showed in the lines of her body, breasts still firm and high.
I hugged Grace closer still. Maybe next time, she and Maya would get together. If we saw Phil and her at the bar, later, I’d buy them a drink.
Chapter 9
Grace
Sunday Morning…
After a long hot shower, I toweled off and followed my nose, wandering into the kitchen. The aroma of coffee mingled with the smell of bacon. I smiled watching Jason stir scrambled eggs and then turn to take the toast from the oven. On Sunday mornings, he took over in the kitchen, usually preparing enough food for an army.
His eyes met mine and there was a devilish grin on his lips. There was no need for words. We were both thinking the same thing—how awesome last night at the club had been. Awesome enough that it had been hard to get out of bed this morning, both of us still buzzing with ramped up sexual excitement. It was always this way after a night at the club.
“What time did you say they’d be he
re?” He took a plate from the cabinet and dished eggs, bacon and toast onto it.
I took a seat on the high stool and leaned forward, placing my elbows on the granite surface of the island. “At two. Why?” I smiled sweetly, my gaze locking with his as he set the plate and cutlery before me.
“Well...” His fingers tugged at the neckline of my robe, exposing my shoulder. He leaned over and the scratchy stubble of his beard was like sandpaper before his lips closed over my skin.
A jolt of lust sparked in my pussy and a small giggle rose in my throat. “I think we have time. It’s only eleven.”
His hand slipped inside the gaping robe and fingers toyed with my nipple. He was whetting my appetite and it wasn’t food that would satisfy it. He stood straight and walked over to the stove to dish out another plate for himself.
When he turned carrying his plate over to join me at the island, he smiled. “Let’s go for a swim after breakfast. When they get here we’ll have to wear bathing suits. I’ve gotten spoiled this summer.”
I took a sip of coffee. “Yeah, I know. I hate the thought of that as well. I like my all over tan and the feel of the water. Even a bikini feels restricting.”
His hand skimmed my thigh as he continued to eat. “That was really hot last night. Too bad we didn’t see that couple at the bar later.”
The scene of them on the bed next to ours flashed in my mind. We’d been close enough that we could have reached out and touched them. It was the first time that it had happened. All the other times, we’d been farther away from other couples. “Yeah, I know. It’s great to go to the club but it’d be nice to make some friends there.”
He turned and grinned at me. “You mean fuck buddies.”
I nodded and took a bite of bacon, slowly chewing it as I pictured what that would be like. Maya was the total opposite of me in looks. Her hair was black and complexion, olive. She was so dusky in tone that her nipples had been really dark, deeper than a chocolate brown. When she’d kissed me on the dance floor, I’d wanted more...to explore her body with my hands and mouth. My kegel muscles tightened, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my pussy.
Quickly, I finished what was on my plate and gulped the coffee. I grabbed our empty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “Let’s go.” I nodded my head in the direction of the patio door and slipped the bathrobe off. I tossed it on the stool and started to open the door.
Jason was right behind me. No doubt he’d been picturing the scene at the club as well. The day was already hot and humid, the stillness broken only by the sounds of birds high in the trees. I smiled as I walked over to the pool, my bare feet padding on the smooth concrete. The wooden fence surrounding our back yard was about ten feet high, giving us total privacy.
I stepped down into the water and sunk to my knees, submersing my body. Oh yeah, it felt good. The water was just slightly cooler than my body.
At the soft touch on my shoulder, I turned to face Jason and smiled. Sometimes, he just took my breath away when I looked at him. It was like the first time when we’d met. His chest was broad, the pectoral muscles dark with the skim of dark hair, while below that his abdomen was still flat and hard. His dark chocolate eyes gazed into mine and his lips were parted and curled up in the corners, as he stepped closer.
I glanced down and smiled seeing the thick knob of his cock bobbing, straining upward to his navel. My hand fluttered through the water and I grasped it, curled my fingers around the shaft and massaged it gently.
His eyes closed for a moment and the small hiss of his mouth sucking in a breath of air followed. Oh yeah, he was as ready for this as I was. God, we’d both woke up horny and had gone at it like rabbits and here we were again. I loved that club!
I looked up at him and smiled. “Are you thinking of that couple? Imagining that it’s her hand on your cock?”
His eyes met mine and a soft sigh left his lips. “No. I was thinking of the two of you on the dance floor. I can’t wait to see you together and then for Phil to fuck you after.” His hips rocked gently back and forth, like he was fucking my hand.
He leaned over and his hands went under my armpits and he lifted me up and set me on the concrete edge of the pool. He moved closer, his feet on the bottom step and rubbed the slippery tip of his cock through my pussy.
“You wish it were her mouth there, don’t you?” He pressed forward, his hand gripping my knee, pulling my leg higher, for his cock to tease my hardened bud. “Her tongue licking your pretty pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yeah...” A thrill of lust gushed in my cunt at his words. It was close...the muscles in my cunt squeezing adding to the thrill in my clit.
His mouth was on mine, tongue swirling over mine. My hips thrashed back and forth, swollen clit riding his hard cock.
As the first wave of hot pleasure consumed me, my mouth left his. “Oh fuck...”
He pushed me onto my back, thrusting his thick rod hard into me...punching into my cervix, spreading me again and again. My legs quivered, straining to pull him deeper still. There was only the hot pulsing wetness of my cunt and his pelvis brushing my clit with each stroke.
His hips became a jackhammer, thrusting the hard cock faster and faster into my cunt. One final deep thrust impaled me, shooting fresh jolts of ecstasy to my core. “Jesus Grace...I’m coming!” Another short jerk and then another as his lust erupted deep inside me.
“Ahhhh...” His eyes were squeezed tight, his lips tight while sweet release flowed through his body, and into mine.
His head fell forward onto mine, our foreheads touching. “Oh my God. That was good.”
My hands skimmed over his back, loving the smooth muscles and masculine feel of him. For all that I might be curious about sex with another woman, there was nothing that could top a thick cock pounding hard into my cunt—especially Jason’s. With that wicked curved shaft of his, he usually hit my G spot.
He stepped to the side and propping his hands on the edge of the pool he hopped up to sit and then lay beside me. “Grace.” He nuzzled my neck and whispered in my ear. “I adore you. Someday, we’re going to make that fantasy, a reality. We both want it. I think we’re both able to handle it, don’t you?”
My fingers threaded through his hair and I closed my eyes. “I love you too. Yeah, let’s make it happen. Maybe next time at the club.” I sighed and tapped his shoulder. “I’d better get up and start getting food ready for when Chloe and Ethan get here.”
The shrill sound of the telephone sounded from inside the kitchen.
“Just a few more minutes.” He turned and kissed my lips.
I pulled back. “No. I’d better get that. It might be Chloe. Maybe something’s come up or she’s lost our address.” I scrambled to my feet and raced across the patio and into the kitchen, grabbing the phone on its fifth ring. It was Chloe’s voice that answered my hello.
Chapter 10
Ethan
I looked over at Chloe as we waited for the door to open. She’d already knocked once without results. Surely, after the second knock, which was louder, they’d hear it and answer the door.
After a minute, standing there, the door still firmly shut and no sounds of footsteps or movement inside, I sighed. “Are you sure we’ve got the right house?”
Her eyebrows drew together and she reached into her purse. When her hand came out, she held a piece of paper between her thumb and forefinger. She looked down at it and shook her head. “It’s the right house. 948 Lincoln Drive.”
I chuckled as a thought popped into my head. I leaned closer and muttered close to her ear. “Maybe they didn’t make it back from the swinger’s club last night.”
She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Maybe they’re too worn out to answer the door.” Taking my hand, she started down the steps. “It’s a gorgeous day. They’re probably out back in the pool and can’t hear us. We’ll go to the side of the house. There’s probably a gate to the back yard.”
I followed her across th
e lawn and down the concrete walk at the side of the house. She turned to me and smiled, nodding her head to the wooden gate in the high fence. The sun’s rays beat down on my head and a trickle of sweat trailed down my temple. It was sure a scorcher. Being next to a pool would be nice.
I reached around her and my thumb pushed down on the metal latch before pulling the gate open. I let Chloe go ahead. Grace was her friend after all. I nearly toppled into her when she stopped short. I looked over her shoulder at the expanse of blue water in the pool and my mouth fell open. My eyes opened wider as my dick became granite hard.
They were naked, his back to us as he pounded into her with his cock. Only her legs, long and lithe, curled above his waist was all that showed of Grace. Was this how swingers welcomed you to their home? Just jump right in and join the fun?
I took a step forward and Chloe’s hand grasped my arm. Reluctantly, I turned to look at her. Her eyes were as wide as mine and she shook her head from side to side. My eyes were drawn to the sight at the edge of the pool again. It looked like they were finishing up—they were gasping and clinging to each other. After a few more seconds he rolled off and lay next to her.
Chloe’s fingers dug deep into my arm, tugging me back. I took a step backward, my gaze never leaving the sight across the pool from us. Grace’s legs sprawled open, her pussy exposed in more ways than one. Shaven completely clean, the dark lips glistening with cum. Oh fuck.
There was a jerk on my arm and I stepped back again, watched Chloe close the gate quietly.
My mouth formed the silent words. “What the fuck?”
Her finger crossed her lips and we crept quietly up the sidewalk and around to the front of the house. She clutched my hand hard, walking fast to our car. When we inside she turned to me with saucer-like eyes.