Sultry Swingers:A Steamy and Filthy Tale (Swingers Threesome Bisexual MMF Cuckold Menage Romance)

by Mia Moore

  My chest tightened picturing Chloe almost drooling over his dick. I’d caught that and the way he’d ogled her body, asking her to help him in the kitchen. Shouldn’t he have asked Grace with that? What the hell was he up to? Goosing her when she bent to get the tray from the fridge?

  I took a long swallow of beer, finishing the can off.

  “I really hope you two come to the club with us. It’s an amazing place.”

  At her soft voice, my gaze flashed over to Grace. There was a small smile on her face as she picked up the goblet of wine. It was funny. Here we were sitting stark naked after a wild bout of sex, so relaxed talking about a swinger club like it was a fine dining experience.

  The sun’s rays really brought out the red in her hair and highlighted her high cheekbones. With the slight tilt of the corner of her eyes she looked feline and the casual way her arm extended to the side resting on the arm of the chair added to the lithe, cat-like aura. If she was nervous about her husband and Chloe being in the kitchen together, she wasn’t showing it.

  “This whole afternoon has been amazing—you and Chloe and then the four of us by the pool. I’m still in a state of shock, pleasant shock. Yeah, I’d like to be in a whole room full of people fucking and sucking.” As I pictured it there was a shot of pleasure that flooded my dick, making it heavy once more. “It really must be something to experience.”

  She sipped some wine and looked over the rim of the glass, her eyes narrow with mirth. “I can see you’re really up for it.”

  I blew a gust of air and my eyebrows rose high. “No kidding.” When she set the glass down on the table I rose to get the bottle and top it up. This time when I sat down, I took the seat next to her and leaned close. “So Jason is really up for seeing you with another guy? I’m still trying to get my head around that.”

  Her head tilted to the side and her gaze locked with mine. “It’s actually a common fantasy, being a cuckold. Whether it’s masochistic or just seeing how sexy your wife can be with another guy, getting her jollies...I couldn’t say. I’d like to try it.”

  My ears weren’t the only senses that took that in. My eyes widened and my cock was rock hard. Was she hinting that she’d like her and me to get it on?

  She took a sip of wine and my gaze openly dropped to her breasts and lower still to that tantalizing auburn landing strip on her pubes. My hand floated over to her thigh and rested there on the hot silk of her skin. It was as far as I would take it without Chloe being there. Hell, it could even be taken as a small gesture of friendship, even though we both knew it was more.

  At the thud of the patio door opening, I turned my head to see Chloe walking out the door carrying a large wooden tray. Behind her, Jason held a tray with more food and a couple fresh cans of beer. Whatever had transpired in the kitchen had to have been pretty quick from the softness of his cock, slapping his thigh with each step.

  As they got closer and I made no move to remove my hand from Grace’s thigh, their faces lit in warm smiles. If anything they seemed happy to see Grace and I sitting close together.

  “Cheese, pepperoni and crackers.” Jason looked at Grace and winked his eye. “I added some smoked oysters. You know what they say about oysters.” He laughed as he set the tray on the table.

  Chloe’s gaze met mine and she grinned. “Somehow from the state of your dick sitting so close to Grace, I don’t think you need the oysters.” She set the tray down and ambled closer to get the bottle of wine and top up her glass.

  When she was done she stepped behind Grace’s chair and her hand rested on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “What have you two been talking about?” She smiled glancing at me and then looking down over Grace.

  Grace’s head fell back against the chair and she looked up into Chloe’s eyes. “Jason’s fantasy. Seeing me with another guy.”

  Chloe bent lower and kissed Grace’s forehead. She smiled and glanced over at me. “Funny, that’s what Jason and I talked about too. I’m cool with it if you two want to.” Her hand slinked lower and she massaged Grace’s breast, tweaking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

  Oh God. My cock was standing straight up, a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. I sure didn’t need the oysters or Viagra or anything to get me going. Chloe stepped away from Grace and now stood next to me, bending lower and her hand rubbed my cock softly.

  Her lips brushed my ear and she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Jason and I will watch. He’s okay with that and so am I.”

  I turned and looked into Jason’s eyes, saw his head nod slowly.

  It was like being in a dream, an erotic fantasy when Grace rose to her feet and stood before me, her naked breasts directly in front of my face. Her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me forward. Oh Jesus, this was incredible. A naked woman urging me on to fuck her while her husband and my wife gave us their blessing!

  I filled my palm with her supple flesh, pulling and kneading her breast while my lips closed over the firm pebbled skin of her nipple, tongue teasing the tip. With my other hand I gripped her ass, squeezing the cheek lightly.

  She kissed the top of my head and reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet. As I stood up, Chloe’s open lipped smile and her eyes soft with lust, met my eyes. There was a subtle nod of her head and I followed Grace, over to the pool and the plush towel.

  Again there was an unreal quality as she dropped to her knees and her hands closed around my cock, pulling it forward, away from my stomach. My breath caught in my chest looking down into her beautiful green eyes, the tip of her tongue rolling over her lower lip, while her hands curled and rolling gently, sent waves of pleasure through my shaft.

  Movement to the side caused my gaze to shift there. Jason stood next to Chloe, towering over her while her hand played softy on the bulging muscles of his upper arm. His hand fisted a cock that was thick and dark as he watched Grace.

  I sighed when hot, wetness closed over my knob, like wonderful velvet. Her tongue circled the ridge, lingering on the sensitive line of skin on the underside, flicking gently there and making my knees weak from the erotic pleasure.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, her mouth lowered, tongue sliding against my shaft until her lips pressed into my groin, her breath warm and moist on my skin, while her mouth drove my cock crazy with lust. The tips of her finger rolled over the ridges of my sack, tightened like walnuts, and behind to the tight muscle there between my balls and asshole. Oh man…

  Oh fuck! The pressure of her fingers pushing the ridge of muscle, my cock deep in her throat was almost too much. I pulled back before I blew a load right then and there. I dropped to my knees and kissed her lips, my tongue dancing with hers, whipping at it, lashing it. Still holding the kiss she shifted and lowered until she was on her back with me straining forward, my arm supporting my torso.

  My hand skimmed her body, her breasts, tummy, down to the hot wetness of pussy. My finger pressed into her slippery furrow and a soft moan rumbled in her throat when I teased her clit. She was so ready for more, pumping her hips into my hand.

  I couldn’t wait any longer! I pressed her knees wide and slipped between them, my cock poking out from my fist, aiming lower to her opening. Her legs cupped my ass as I thrust forward into...hot, tightness. She mewled when my balls slapped against her ass, buried to the hilt in her cunt. Oh God. I pulled back and pounded once more deep inside.

  “Oh yeah...hard...fuck me hard!” Her whispered words incensed my body and mind.

  Her ruby lips were parted, eyes soft slits of passion while below, her breasts bounced from the force of my cock thudding deep into her. Oh God, her muscles became vise-like gripping my meat when I pulled back. The sharp sting of her fingernails digging into my ass, clutching, yanking me forward spurred me on. Once more, I thrust hard, impaling her with my shaft.

  Her eyes closed for a moment and when they opened, she looked behind me and to the side.

  Still jerking deeper into her, I glanced over to where her gaze fell.

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sp; Oh God, Chloe’s legs were tucked under her haunches, her hand resting on Jason’s thigh as he sat beside her. His fingers closed around his shaft, rubbing it slowly as his gaze focused where Grace and I joined. If I’d ever wondered what rapture looked like, I knew it now. It was all over his face.

  Her hand looked delicate on the dark muscled skin, mere inches from the deep purple knob protruding above his fingers. For a fleeting moment I pictured her hand touching it and my breath caught in my throat. Before I had time to register my reaction, whether it was shock, jealousy or lust, Grace bucked hard up against me.

  She stopped clawing my ass with her hand; now her fingernails flashed bright whirring on her clit. A gush of hot wetness coated my cock. Ohmygod, she was coming! The sight of her riding my meat, hips pumping fast as her finger flew against her hot bud put me over the edge.

  My hips pulled back and ploughed hard into her again. “Oh yeah...”

  There was nothing but the exquisite tightness on my cock. The sweet jolt of my balls against her ass each time I pumped into her. My hips were a jackhammer, pumping an iron piston hard and fast into the hot wetness.

  A geyser of lust exploded from my cock deep inside her. “FUCK!” My legs trembled from the strain and pleasure. Once more I jerked high, pulsing a searing pleasure that consumed and fired in every cell of my body. Lost in ecstasy, lost in the lust of Grace.

  “Oh God. Ethan that’s so fucking hot.” It was Chloe’s whispered voice that filtered softly into my ears as the final spurt of lust shot from my shaft.

  I collapsed forward, caught my upper body on my arm. My whole body was tight, the muscles still tingling from the hot release. There was a gentle tap on my shoulder blade and I looked over.

  Jason was on his knees, his cock hard and dark in his hands as he nodded his head to the side. “My turn.”

  Oh God. I pulled out, loving the sweet sucking sensation of her satin wetness on my cock. I rolled to the side and shifted my body to give him room. Before another heartbeat, he was between her legs, thrusting deep inside. His cock glistened with each withdrawal, slathered in the result of Grace and my orgasm.

  Grace’s hands rose and circled his neck, the pink heels of her feet pressing into his waist. Jason was like a man possessed, fucking his wife like there was no tomorrow. It was a wonder to me watching him, but I knew. A big part of what was driving him mad with lust was the fact that she’d been fucked by another guy, was filled with another man’s cum.

  It was hot and wonderful watching him drive deep inside her, watching the love in her eyes and in her touch on his skin.

  I looked across at Chloe. Her lips curled in a small smile when our eyes met. She felt it too, the wonder of the moment.

  Chapter 22

  The week following, Wednesday night

  Grace

  Oh my God. I flopped back onto the bed, totally drained. Another raucous bout of sex even though the Cleveland Indians were playing the Yankees on cable TV. Jason was an avid fan but even the Indians had to take a back seat to his libido these days. Not that I was complaining.

  He passed me a wad of tissue and smiled. I tucked it into place wincing a little from the tenderness between my legs. Ever since the weekend, we’d fucked a couple times a day at the very least. And of course, it was the scene of Ethan fucking me and the bi-sexual thing with Chloe that got us fired up.

  My stomach felt heavy as I tossed the damp tissue into the waste basket. Both of those scenes were hot as hell for me but I knew in my heart I wasn’t being fair to Jason. I’d enjoyed both of our play partners while holding him back from the same experience, not that he’d be interested in doing a bi thing but Chloe? Fuck, she made ME hot for her, why wouldn’t it be the same thing for Jason? He was honoring any qualms I might have.

  God, I loved him.

  I rolled over and snuggled into his body, inhaling the male musk of his skin, a mixture of aftershave and sweat. That smell always got to me, like a bee drawn to nectar. “Jason?”

  His hand skimmed along my back, sending shivers up my spine. “Mmhmm?”

  “I’ve been thinking.”

  “Uh oh.” He chuckled and jerked his hand onto mine, keeping me from swatting him.

  I strained forward and gave his neck a little love bite.

  “Ow!”

  “Serves you right.” I kissed him and snuggled into his neck once more. “I think I’d be okay with you fucking Chloe.”

  My eyes flew open and I smiled when he pulled away from me, staring at me like I’d grown an extra head. “I’m serious. I fucked Ethan and neither you or she minded.”

  He shook his head, his dark eyes crinkled in the corners. “MINDED? That’s the understatement of the year. Fuck. We both thought it was hot!”

  I looked at him silently for a few moments. I knew it was true. Chloe and I had lunch that afternoon, a brown bag one in the park giving us privacy to talk. It was funny. Now that we’d been together sexually, we’d grown even closer. I knew her better than anyone else, aside from her husband, of course. We’d always been affectionate, hugging before we left each other but now there was an element that bordered on love. Not so much romantic. More like a deep connection.

  “She and I talked about that today. From the sounds of it, Ethan is on board as well. It’s just sex. Totally awesome sex that we share as a couples. She likes you but she loves her husband. Same with us. I had great sex with Ethan but it’s you I want to share my life with.” I pulled him closer to my body, feeling his heartbeat in concert with mine. We were soul mates, two halves of a whole. There was no one else I’d ever want to grow old with.

  His breath was warm on the top of my head. “Are you sure, Babe? You think you can handle that, seeing me fuck another woman?”

  I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “But that’s just it. It isn’t just any other woman, it’s Chloe. She and Ethan are tight as a couple.” I looked down at the coverlet and bit my lower lip. “If it were some sexy stranger at the club, I couldn’t say how I’d feel. That might not sit right with me.”

  I sighed. This was tough, facing my insecurities. Jason was a great looking guy. I’d seen other women give him the eye and of course he’d have to be blind not to notice that as well. When was I ever going to be proud that he’d chosen to be with me rather than fearful that he’d be stolen from me? It was silly but there it was.

  His finger touched under my chin and he lifted my face until our eyes met. “How about we take it slow, do baby steps? Maybe, when we see them this weekend I’ll kiss her. Then we’ll check to see how you and Ethan are with that. Sound fair?”

  I nodded and my lips curled in a smile. I sighed, letting the overwhelming surge of love in my chest for this man, this wonderful man, out. He pulled me close and we settled back into the warmth of the bed.

  “I love you, Grace. Nothing will ever change that. If you change your mind at any point, I won’t think any less of you.” His hand rubbed across my arm and he squeezed me tight.

  “Double ditto for me.” I rubbed my mons against his thigh. “Actually, I’m looking forward to it.” I pulled back and grinned gazing into his eyes. “Know what?”

  His head tilted to the side and his smile was tentative. “What?”

  “Chloe is dying to fuck you.”

  His eyes went wide and if the light in the room was any brighter, I swear he would be blushing. After a minute of silence, he pressed his groin into my tummy. Yup. He was hard as a rock again. That thought had done the trick.

  My oh my oh my! I wouldn’t be able to walk straight if we kept that up. But what a way to go.

  Chapter 23

  Friday Evening

  Chloe

  I tossed the empty Styrofoam containers in the garbage and rinsed the plates. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan open the fridge door and take out a couple of beers. That was odd. Normally we stopped drinking beer after dinner but he was getting us fresh ones?

  Actually all week he’d drank more than I’d normally seen hi
m do, four or five every night. Even though he said he was having trouble sleeping and it helped him fall asleep, there was more to it than that. He’d been acting kind of off ever since Tuesday. Sure we’d screwed like rabbits all day, especially giving that new vibrator a workout, but he’d been quieter than normal.

  I turned from the sink and gazed at him as he sat back down at the kitchen table. “Are you having any second thoughts about going over to Grace’s tomorrow?”

  His head jerked up and his eyebrows were high as he looked back at me. “No! Are you?” He looked down at the table again and his thumbnail scraped at the label on the bottle.

  My eyes narrowed as I gazed at him. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I walked over and stood between his open legs and ran my fingers through his hair. “Is it Jason?”

  Once more his head shot up and his eyes were wide meeting mine. “Jason? What about him?” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

  I shook my head and a small chuckle left my throat. “What about him? Only the fact that tomorrow he and I will be getting it on. That’s all! Something we all agreed on.” My breath hitched in my throat for a moment. “Are you having second thoughts about that?”

  I pulled his head forward into my chest and my hand stroked through his hair. “It’s okay if you do y’know. I mean, we don’t have—”

  He pulled back and his hands gripped my wrists. “No Chloe. That’s not it.” He nuzzled his face into my breasts and when he looked up at me again, there was a smile on his face. “Believe it or not, I’m kind of looking forward to seeing that. I never in my life thought I’d say that—that the sight of another guy screwing you would excite me, but there it is.”

  There was a tingle between my legs at the thought of tomorrow—the four of us naked and doing anything and everything to each other. It was going to be hotter than hot. His hands fell and he pulled me closer, his fingers cupping my ass.