by Mia Moore
“Sean, would you like to fuck her doggy style?” I smiled, watching him get behind her and lift her ass so that she was on her hands and knees.
While Janice once more took my cock into her mouth, Sean was guiding his shaft to her opening. When he pushed forward into her, I felt her moan in my dick. This was a fantasy come true watching Sean’s fingers grip her hips as he rocked slowly in and out of her tight pussy. Considering his size, probably most women would feel tight.
Janice sighed when Sean’s hand slipped under her stomach and his fingers teased her clit. I was ready to explode in her mouth watching him fuck her, pushing her up and down on my shaft. His movements became faster and from her moans, I knew she was close to coming again.
“Fuck her hard till she comes. Ahhhh…” I thrust my pelvis towards her as cum shot from my cock, deep down her throat. My fingers curled into fists, gripping handfuls of her hair as my back arched, lost in an intense orgasm. Oh God, I felt such love for this woman, my wife who had surpassed even my fantasies of this moment.
I slumped, utterly drained, yet still turned on watching Sean piston into Janice with an animal-like ferocity. Her moans of pleasure became cries for more, demanding all of him to fuck her. I’d never seen her like this, almost screaming like a cat in heat, taking that massive cock deep inside while he played with her clit, holding her on the edge of pain and pleasure.
His chest glistened with a sheen of perspiration, mouth open and loose while his eyes were carnal, half closed. Janice moaned and her chest lowered to the mattress, giving all of her sweet pussy up to this relative stranger, consumed with her orgasm. I watched, spellbound as his eyes squeezed shut, knuckles ivory above fingers probing her creamy ass, body stiffening while he came, buried to the hilt inside her.
After a minute or so, he sighed and withdrew from her, falling over to land on his buttock. “Oh man. That was so fucking hot.”
Janice rolled her hips to the mattress and placed the tip of her pinky between her teeth, looking up at me. “Was this everything you thought it would be?”
I leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Waaay better. I could do this all night if it was a Saturday.” I looked at Sean who was lying on the mattress, his head turned smiling at us.
“You’re on. I’ll hold you to Saturday night.”
Chapter 11
Sean
Three more days. I pulled out of the parking lot on auto-pilot, my mind totally blown by what had just happened. It had been the hottest sex I’d ever had and that was saying something. There had been some pretty good times with women over the years.
Janice was incredible and seeing Damian so turned on watching me fuck her…wow. And, they want me to go to their house for the next session! God, I’m living the dream—awesome sex with a porn star, sexy woman and I don’t have to wine and dine her. Not that I would mind, of course. Hell, I’d take BOTH of them to a five star restaurant if it meant at the end of the night we’d be fucking like rabbits.
Damian’s a lucky guy to have a wife like Janice, open-minded with a high sex drive. Someday…Maybe I should try finding a woman on the swinger sites instead of the vanilla ones. At least, we’d both be on the same page when it came to the lifestyle. But for now, being with Janice and Damian was a fantasy come true.
A bleep, bleep of a siren tore me out of my head and I glanced into the rear view mirror. Fuck! A police car with its signal light flashing to pull me over. It’s a good thing I’d only had a few beers over the course of the evening. I flipped my signal light, stopped at the curb and reached for my ownership card in the glove box.
At the light tap on the window, I hit the button to roll it down. Barely visible under the brim of her hat, dark scrutinizing eyes peered at me, before her gaze flitted into the contents of the car.
“Hi Officer. Was I speeding or something?” I was already handing her my registration and driver’s license.
“Quite the contrary. Stay here for a moment while I check your papers.” She turned and walked back to her vehicle.
I watched the erect carriage of her body in the rear view mirror, as she walked. Not overly tall but making the most of her presence in the confident slow gait. I’d met plenty of women in the military like her—the training always showed.
After the night I’d just had, this dose of reality was like a bucket of ice water thrown over my head.
The interior lights of the police car lit up, showing that she was doing a lone ride. Well, that took guts to be out this late and stopping cars. She looked Hispanic with the olive complexion and dark should length hair. Finally, the door opened and she got out, walking deliberately with a flashlight in hand.
“Get out of the car, Sir.” She shone the light in my eyes and stepped back.
“Is something wrong? What’d I do?” My hand was on the door handle opening it as my heart beat harder in my chest. What the hell was this about?
“Up against the car.”
My jaw dropped watching her but there was no way I wasn’t going to obey. She was the one with the holstered weapon. There had to be some mistake. I turned to face the car and put my hands on the warm hood, opening my legs for the inevitable frisk.
Her hand patted under my arm pit and around to the front of my shirt. “What were you doing earlier this evening, Sir? Where were you coming from?” Her voice was low and officious.
“I was with friends at a club but I swear I only had a couple of beers. What’s this all about? I wasn’t speeding, you said so yourself.” Holy God the fantasy evening I’d just had was ending in a nightmare. “Fubar.” I’d muttered this under my breath but her hand stopped.
“Military? Where’d you serve soldier?”
“Afghanistan. Why?”
She switched hands and now patted my other side. “I ask the questions, not you. What club were you at tonight, Sean?”
Holy fuck! This was really none of her business. She had no right to ask me this! All right Ms., if that’s the way you want to play this, I’ll tell you. “I was at the O Zone and I fucked a guy’s wife while he watched.”
“Oh really.”
Her hand was edging awfully close to my package and I could feel her warm breath close on my neck when she edged closer. “Yeah. I came twice, she was so hot.” Shit, of all the times for my dick to get hard, this was not the time.
Her hand was on my crotch and wasn’t patting anymore! Holy shit, she was rubbing it! Who the hell WAS this woman anyway?
“I know where you were. I saw you pull out and followed you. I’ve always wondered about that sex club and wanted to stop someone leaving it.” Her voice was husky and low while she continued to massage my cock.
“My lucky day, huh?” The words hissed through clenched teeth. My hands balled into fists on the hard surface of the car, having to stand this way while a fucking officer of the LAW was molesting me. If she didn’t have a gun, I’d have…I’d have… I exhaled loudly and closed my eyes. Her hand did feel good.
Her hand left my crotch and I heard her step back. “Turn around.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled my hands up before stepping to the side to face her. What the hell was she going to do to me now?
She handed my papers back to me and I took them, noticing that a business card was included. In answer to the questioning look on my face, she stepped towards me.
“Friday night. You and me at the O Zone.”
It wasn’t a question or proposition it was an order. For the first time I got a good look at her face when she looked up at me. With the high cheekbones, full lips and dark eyes, she was actually a great looking woman. I deliberately looked at her chest, waist, hips and legs and slowly my gaze returned to her face. It was time to put this bitch in her place—if I was going to have to take her on a ‘date’, there wasn’t going to be two alphas.
Oh my God. Her fingers swept to the buttons on her shirt, undoing the top two and revealing a river of cleavage between ample creamy breasts. So much for taking control of the situation
. I glanced at the business card.
“What do I call you when we meet there? Office Crow? Rebecca or Becky? Nice rack by the way.” For the first time, I saw her smile. Her face softened and she was pretty!
“Nice package yourself. Nine o’clock, Friday night, the O Zone. Show me a good time.” She turned and I watched her walk back to her vehicle, this time there was a sway to her hips.
I shook my head and got back into my car. Usually blondes appealed more to me, but Rebecca? Becky? Officer Crow?, she was an interesting woman. It might be a struggle for my ego to bump heads with hers, but other parts of my anatomy were looking forward to some bumping.
Chapter 12
Officer Crow, Rebecca, Becky
I watched his car pull away before my hand went to my chest. Oh Wow. I’d dreamed about this for some time, but to actually DO IT! To top it off he was handsome as hell and hung like a bull.
Thank God, Barry had called in sick and they’d had no one to do patrol with me. It had been a now or never and it turned out better than I could ever have imagined. It was time for a walk on the wild side. Sure, I knew about the O Zone and could have gone any time I’d wanted. I’d have been the Unicorn, guaranteed to get laid with my pick of any couple there. But that wasn’t my style.
It was a little weird that I could be dominant and confident in my job but party situations made my palms sweat. To dress sexy and walk into a bar ALONE, would give me twelve different shades of panic attack, but no one would ever guess that. Besides, it was a turn on to dominate a guy, like I’d just done.
If it hadn’t been for the two cops who were killed in the line of duty last week, I probably would never have acted on my secret fantasy. I didn’t know them—hell, they were out west, different province and all. Even so it brought home that life is short, especially in this line of work.
What would Sean be like in bed? He’d been pretty casual admiring my boobs. Most guys were fixated on them. He was certainly no candy-ass like Gerry. I’m glad I ended that relationship when I did, before he had a chance to. The last time we’d had sex, he’d been scared and I knew it was just a matter of time. Can I help it if I have a high sex drive and like it rough?
Just as well, I guess that I ended it. I’d never told him that my handcuffs sometimes ended up in the bedroom. That would have totally freaked him out. There’d only ever been one guy strong enough to cuff me and give me the wild fucking that I craved. But like the two cops killed last week, he was gone too.
Sean seemed a little cocky when he found out why I’d really stopped him. There could be some potential there and with his military service, he was probably alpha. Nice muscles too.
The radio interrupted my thoughts with a call, a drunk and disorderly. “Car 18, I’m in the vicinity and on it.”
My lascivious thoughts of the date on Friday night would have to wait.
Chapter 13
Janice
“Do you think Sean will mind if we take some video on Saturday night? Now that we’ve started, I’d like to increase our home porn collection.” Damian’s voice drifted in from the bedroom.
Oh God. My pussy felt like I’d been gang raped, he’d been so big. I held the shower head between my out stretched thighs, sighing as the cool water rinsed and soothed my inflamed flesh. But it had been worth it.
Damian was really getting into the filming thing. I turned off the shower and reached for the soft cotton towel, drying myself gingerly. “As long as we assure him that it’s only for our collection, he might.”
I tucked the towel around my body and saw that Damian was already in bed when I walked into bedroom. He was still grinning from our evening with Sean, everything he had fantasized had finally come true.
“Janice, seeing you with Sean was amazing.” He lifted the coverlet up. “Look. Just picturing it’s got me hard again.”
I climbed into bed and snuggled into his chest, sliding my hand down his stomach to massage his shaft. “What can we do on Saturday that would be hotter than tonight?”
His hand cupped my breast, his thumb absently teasing the hard nipple, quiet for a few minutes. “The only thing that could possibly be hotter would be if there were a couple of guys fucking you and I filmed it.”
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I’d just had awesome sex with two guys and now he was suggesting THREE. Warmth spread through my pussy and I couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on my lips. Three guys? Like in a gang bang type thing? My body had already decided and my mind was catching up.
“Mmm. That would be fun. Now that you’ve broke my cherry with other guys, I’d like to try that.” I continued stroking his cock with my hand. A mental picture of a group of naked men flashed through my brain. Just how slutty was I prepared to be?
“Oh yeah? You’d like that? Should we look for a couple more guys on the swinger site? Or maybe you could go to a club and pick up a couple. What would you like?” His thumb and forefinger teased my nipple sending a jolt of pleasure to my clit.
“Yeah, maybe I’d pick some stranger up and tell him to meet me in a hotel room at a certain hour. I’d have to dress and act kind of slutty. You could watch from another table. Would you like that?” I heard him exhale loudly in answer.
“God yes. Tell me what you’d do.” His voice was thick with arousal.
“I’d find the best looking single guy in the bar and I’d place my fingertips on his arm, while leaning forward to give him an eyeful of my tits and ask him to buy me a drink. Then, when I was seated next to him, I would run my hand up his thigh and gently tease his cock.”
“Fuck, I’d like to see that. Okay, what would happen in the hotel room after you got two guys to go along with this?”
“You want me to describe what I’d like? Hmm…Let me think.” I sat up and turned my body so that I could give him head, while opening my legs, placing my pussy close to his face.
“There’d actually be three guys besides you and of course Sean would be one of them. I’d be your come slut wife who you’d offer to these guys.” I leaned over and swirled my tongue over the head of his cock. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt his mouth press gently against my clit.
“You’d tell me to kneel on the floor while they stood in a circle around me. I’d have to suck each one of their cocks and make them want to fuck me.” Now my tongue slid down the length of his cock and over his shaven balls.
“Even Sean? He’s too big for you to suck.” His tongue swirled in small circles over my clit. Oh God, even though I’d had two orgasms earlier, if he kept doing that, I’d come again.
“I’d just have to lick him and use my hands. Then, you’d make me deep throat one guy while my hands were full with the other two cocks, rubbing them almost to orgasm.” I opened my mouth and took all of Damian’s cock in, breathing slowly through my nose. I felt his pelvis thrust forward so that my lips were against his groin.
His mouth on my clit, sucking it in, twirling his tongue over the sensitive underside was driving me crazy with lust. When he inserted his thumb into me and placed his finger on my anus, I just about lost it.
“Oh God. Keep doing that.” I closed my eyes for a second enjoying the sensations. “Next, you would ask one of the guys to lie on the bed and I would straddle him, taking his cock deep in me. I’d lean my chest against him and another guy would fuck my ass.” Again, I stopped to take him in my mouth, stroking his cock in a rolling circular motion the way he liked.
He pushed the tip of his finger into my ass, mimicking what one of the guys would be doing. Oh fuck, this was hot! And to think he had started this with HIS fantasy. I was really getting into the headspace of being gang banged.
“While these guys are fucking my ass and cunt, the third guy will put his cock close to my lips and you’ll tell me to suck him off.” This time when I took Damian’s cock in my mouth, I sucked like my life depended on it, my head bobbing up and down.
His finger pushed farther into my anus while his thumb bent at the knuckle, filli
ng my opening. His pelvis was thrusting deeper and faster. There was a thickening pulse at the base of his cock, his testicles tight while he moaned into my clit. We were no longer just Janice and Damian but were part of the fantasy I’d described. It wasn’t Damian’s cock that was spurting cum down my throat but some stranger, I needed to please – to please Damian.
And this final fleeting picture in my mind put me over the top. My hips pumped my pussy hard against his mouth. “Fuck me harder.” His finger in my ass became two fingers, stretching me while his thumb circled my insides. My head drew away from his cock as I became lost in my pleasure, reveling in the last couple of spurts of cum on my cheeks. Oh God, it was so fucking hot being fucked by three mystery men while my husband watched.
My pelvis arched away from his mouth on my over sensitized clit and my head and shoulders collapsed onto his thigh, gasping for air.
“Maybe, we should contact Sean and see if he has any friends who’d like to join us.” Damian’s hand left my ass and caressed my thigh.
Chapter 14
Sean
Oh my God. Is that her in the black vinyl mini dress? I didn’t think she was that tall when I met her the other night. Oh wait, it’s the high heels. They’ve got to be almost five inches high—how does she walk in those things? Look at the ass on her! The cop pants covered up that sweet spot pretty well.
I shut the engine off and opened the car door. Should I call to her or just run to catch up? Maybe goose her ass with my hand. Wonder how Officer Crow would like that? She’d probably deck me.
I followed her into the club and saw her standing near the reception counter. With the mop of unruly black curls, dark eye shadow and long lashes, she cleaned up real sexy. And the hint of cleavage that she’d shown the other night was nothing to the way her tits were almost bursting up from her low cut dress. The kind of chest you could bury your face in and never want to come up for air.