“Baby, did you find anyone?” Joe whispers in his sultry voice. I look over at my mate of six years and smile. His excited brown eyes are glimmering in the low lighting of the bar but the way he fills out that Armani suit- fucking hot. And I love the way he smells like danger and control. The way his eyes glow red with passion and need.
I shake my head and comb through the crowd again. Shit, it’s the exact same lame people as earlier. “Are you sure you are okay with another man?” I’m asking because guys are super sensitive about having their dicks out when there is another man in the room.
Just because your dick is out, doesn’t make you gay if it’s in the room with another dick out.
Babies.
His neatly clipped hair scans the crowd again before he finds someone that he likes. “Jill, what about her?” He points off into the bar crowd but I don’t see who he’s specifically pointing to just yet. The soft lighting from the bar hits his elongated fangs.
“Who?” I ask and search through the bodies of half naked women and men who are all here for the same thing. To pick up someone extra for their bedroom.
Joe places his hand high up on my thigh and I can feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric. It sends tingles down my sides. “The pretty redhead wearing the black dress. I think she’s here by herself. Why don’t we go and talk to her?” He whispers these words into my ear and my body shivers from anticipation.
“All right,” I confirm and stand up to go and talk to her.
My heels are making my walking a little wobbly or maybe it’s the tequila that I have consumed to be here and doing this.
This was Joe’s idea after he told me in therapy that he is missing something out of our relationship. Talk about a slap in the face. I’m still not sure how to take that bombshell. Our therapist is the one that suggested we go to a group meeting for couples that have hit a dry spell and when we went, someone gave Joe the information for this.
We have been married for six years but have been together since middle school. Hell, I haven’t even kissed another person. I have only ever been with Joe. We went to the same high school together and then college. Fuck, I doubt that people even know our names separately from each other.
By the time I have walked through the crowded room, I’m seeing the woman who Joe picked out. She makes me feel a little uncomfortable as if I’m not nearly as sexy as she is, but I suck it up and walk up to her. Up close, she’s even more beautiful and I want to hate her on sight.
“Hi, uh, my name is-”
The redhead starts laughing and then shakes her head. Dumbfounded, I look up at her and see she’s laughing at me. “What?” I ask and then look around the room.
“You must be new. You don’t just go up to someone and ask them to fuck. You need to get to know them and make sure they are right for you and your mate. And by the way you are holding your hands, I’m guessing you aren’t attracted to women. Do me a favor and run along.”
I’m pretty sure that my face is beat red and I spin on my heels and go back to Joe. Once I’m there, I feel tears of embarrassment leaking out of the corner of my eyes. “What happened, baby?” He asks and puts his arm around my shoulders. Once I’m close enough to put my face in his neck, I feel the tears coming harder and faster.
“I want to go home,” I say and then wrap my arms around his waist.
Joe and I are new to the vampire world and are trying to get used to everything. Talk about a rude awakening at the bar. I don’t think this was a good idea at all.
By the time we get to the car, I have stopped crying and he’s holding my hand. “What did she say to you?”
I shrug and look out the window. “She knew that I never done anything like this and told me that this wasn’t how it worked.”
Joe squeezes my thigh and then lifts his hand to brush against my pussy. Sex is the last thing on my mind and all I want to do is go inside and sit in the tub. “Stop,” I whisper and let the tears fall more. Suddenly, I feel bad for rejecting him and I turn to look at his profile. His firm jaw is clenched and he looks pissed off. “I’m sorry. We will find a way…” I try to placate him.
Two
I’m in a meeting at work and all I can think about is how to find a third for our bedroom. I try to be discreet as I pull my phone out of my purse and open up the web browser. In the search bar, I type in: swingers in Oakland County Michigan and then hit search.
There are several websites that come up for dating sites and all of that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for a website that introduces married couples with others who are wanting to do the same thing.
Finally, an ad pops up and I click on it. There are scrolls of couples and their photos that are surrounding the page. The title says: “Are you looking for something to spice up your relationship?” I click yes and then am directed to a questionnaire that is asking me questions about what I’m looking for.
“Jill?”
“What?” I ask as I set down my phone. I am looking at the heads of the company and they are staring me down.
One of the head honchos looks at me from across the table and I can see he’s looking curiously at me. His smell is something I have smelled before. He’s one of us. My fangs elongate and I look at him closely. I have never realized he was one of us. The thought of someone else know who I am excites and scares me. “Jill, please put your phone away and concentrate on the meeting.”
I do what is asked and slip it under my thigh. I survey the room and see everyone is looking at me. There are several people that are older than me but I never realized that Brandon, the head honcho, he’s actually pretty cute. His body fills out the suit that he’s wearing and his gold cufflinks shine and twinkle in the light.
My pussy clenches at nothing and I shift myself in my seat.
About an hour later and an hour worth of inappropriate thoughts about my boss and not my mate, I leave the room before I can embarrass myself anymore. Once I’m in the hallway, I beeline for the bathroom and lock myself into the stall at the end. I don’t have to go to the bathroom, but I sit on the toilet anyways and take a deep breath.
Holy shit. I feel like I just got caught doing something totally wrong. But I didn’t. I’m trying to save my marriage and there is nothing wrong with that. I’m doing what I need to do to save it and if that means I have to watch him with someone else, I guess I will have to deal with it.
Three
When I get home, I’m beyond ready to be there. I park my car and reach in the back to get my briefcase that Joe bought me last year. As soon as I’m inside, I kick my shoes off in the corner and then begin to strip.
This is my daily routine because I hate wearing a bra. I feel like I’m suffocating in it. I’m a natural 42 DD and every time I take it off, I have lines from the underwire across the outer-tit.
“Jill? Baby? Is that you?” Joe calls from the den.
I walk through the mudroom and into the den. This is Joe’s space and he’s decorated it in University of Michigan colors. “Hey.” I lean over him in his chair and kiss his lips gently. “I joined a swinger website. And I found out one of my bosses is a vampire today.”
He puts down his phone and then looks over at me. “I’m so sorry-”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear you apologize about voicing what you are not getting in our relationship.”
I pull out the app and hand my phone over to him. He scrolls through the profiles and then types out a message to one of them. “Now what?” I ask and he shrugs.
“We wait.”
When he hands me my phone, I read his message.
ME: Hi, my name is Joe and I’m looking for a third person for my wife and I. We are an adventurous couple who is looking to spice up things in the bedroom. We are open to you meeting us for dinner first and then we can see how things go. My number is 248-555-5555. Please text me or call me with any questions. We look forward to hearing from you. Thank you.
I’m not going to lie, my insi
des did a little flip and my pussy contracted against the emptiness in it. Damn, I never thought this would happen. I’m actually excited about this.
I set the phone down and place my hand on Joe’s hardening cock. Once I’m gripping it, I squeeze a little tighter and it makes him moan. “Let me suck you off,” I whisper and then I undo his zipper.
Quietly, I slide off the seat and situate myself in between his thighs. Joe rubs his fingers through my loose blonde hair and then grips the hair on my scalp. “Damn, baby. I love looking at those heart shaped lips as they get ready to suck my dick in them.”
Feeling praised, I do just that. I don’t do a warm up, but I swallow him whole into the back of my throat. I relax my throat muscles to accommodate him and I hear him groan. That groan is my motivation and I pull out the nasty kit in the back of my mind that I hold for these moments.
I love feeling like a goddess and knowing that I’m the one that is doing this to him.
With my throat muscles massaging his head and shaft, I slip my hand off of his thigh and rub his balls. “Holy fucking shit, baby!”
With my other hand that’s not on his balls, I grip his shaft. Joe shoves himself farther into my throat and his pubic bone smashes my nose. The lack of oxygen is making me feel dizzy but it’s empowering.
I fight against his hands in my hair and then pull off of his dick. There are strands of saliva that are connected between my lips and his dick. I lick my lips and then look up at him with lust filled eyes. I love that he looks like this. I love seeing his cloudy green eyes as he watches me with wonder.
“Put me back in your mouth, Jill. I’m going to come all down your throat and you are going to take every fucking drop. Aren’t you? You are being my dirty girl tonight. I fucking love it.”
His dirty talk is making my thighs squeeze and I do just what he asked. I suck his head and lave it with my tongue around the mushroom head. I love sucking his dick. He’s got the perfect size. Not too big but not too small. Just the right size for me to suck him into the back of my throat.
The bite from Joe’s fingers in my hair is making me swallow him all the way into my mouth. Shit! “Take it, baby. Take everything I have to give you. I love you. I love that you are being my dirty girl tonight.” I suck his head and shuttle my hand up and down his shaft and he groans. “Fuck! I’m coming!”
The first splash startled me and I jump a little and open my eyes to look at him. His eyes are closed and squeezed shut but he looks beautiful. When the last splash hits me, I pull off of his dick and then lick my lips as I look in his eyes.
“Fuck, baby.”
I smile and climb off the floor to start dinner.
Four
While sitting in my meeting the next day, I notice that my phone buzzes repeatedly under my thigh. I do my best to pay attention to the big wigs complaining about how the pens that they want are twelve cents more but they write better. Blah, blah, blah.
I pull my phone out because I couldn’t take it anymore.
BANKER: I got your message and I’m interested in meeting with you and your wife. I am married and I’m willing to do a swap. I want to be in the room with you when you are sleeping with my wife though. Let me know what you think.
Holy shit. Granted, I was well aware that Joe would be with another woman or be there when I’m with another person… But this is getting very real. Jesus. For the next five minutes, I try to think of what to say and I can’t think of a damn thing.
Finally, I forward the message to Joe and he writes me back instantly.
JOE: Message him back and ask them to go to dinner with us and we can discuss everything there. Does that work for you?
ME: All right… I’m nervous.
JOE: You won’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to.
His text makes me feel better but I can’t help thinking that if I back out, would he do this behind my back? I sure hope not but he told the counselor that he’s missing something. He kept saying that it had nothing to do with me, but he’s wanting something more sexually.
Decision made, I tap out a message to him.
ME: All right. I will.
I take a deep breath and look around the room to see everyone continuing with the meeting as if I’m not contemplating my life. It’s crazy.
ME: Yes, that’s fine. Would you like to meet for dinner? My mate and I work in downtown but we are available to meet whenever works for you.
BANKER: Let me talk to my wife.
Before I message him and ask what the hell, I set my phone down and concentrate on the remaining part of the meeting. I look over at Brandon who is rubbing his bottom lip and he has a slight smirk to his lips. Damn, he’s pretty.
BANKER: Seven tonight work? At Spruce?
I wilt a little inside at the mention of the most coveted restaurant in Oakland County. Anyone who is anyone eats there and it’s an expensive restaurant. Damn. That’s going to be pricey. I shake it off and message him back telling him okay. I also text Joe and tell him about what we decided.
Five
I smooth my hands down my only nice dress and slip into a pair of torture devices, I mean, heels. Self-consciously, I fluff my hair out to make it look beachy with waves. I straighten my wedding rings on my left hand and then spray some perfume on.
It’s crazy. I feel like I’m going on a date and it’s making me crazy. By crazy, I’m so excited. I guess this is considered a date since we are going out with another couple.
“Are you ready?” Joe says as he leans against the entryway to the bedroom. He’s dressed in his slacks that are fitted perfectly to his body and a button down shirt that is molded to his torso.
What he sees in me, I will never know.
I nod and bend over at the waist to grab my purse. I’m wearing an off black dress that has capped sleeves on my shoulders but is fitted loosely on my body. I love this dress because it makes my tits look perfect.
We are both wearing brown contacts to cover up our red eyes.
Joe wraps his arm around my shoulders and then leans in and whispers: “You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thanks. Let’s go.”
The whole way there, I’m debating on jumping out of the car. You know? Straight tuck and roll out. I’m so nervous that my thighs are sticking together and I’m worried that I’m going to stink. This is not cool. Fuck!
When we get to the restaurant, I’m not calm at all. I’m straight up freaking out. What happens if they don’t like me but want to sleep with Joe? Is this like a two-for-one deal?
He parks the car and hands the keys off to the valet man that is waiting. The other valet, opens my car door and holds his hand out for me to grab. I grab it and then swing my legs out of the car. Once I’m standing, my nerves come to a head.
Fuck me!
“You look absolutely beautiful. Your mate is a lucky man,” the valet guy says and I look at him with blushed cheeks. He’s about eighteen years old with a baby face. He’s adorable.
“Thank you. Really, thank you,” I murmur and then Joe comes over to me. I slip my hand from the other guy, and then tuck my hand in Joe’s elbow.
We walk with stride into the restaurant and the hostess is smiling as we enter. I don’t know if she knows what we are doing, but I feel like I have HARLOT written across my head. “Hello, how may I help you?”
I speak up and then I see Brandon and the redhead that shut me down at the bar. Holy shit. I begin to recoil inside as I see them walking over to me. No, no no! This is not happening.
I back away from Joe but he holds onto me and then squeezes me tighter. “We are not doing anything wrong, baby. We are just having dinner. Brandon won’t even know.”
“I don’t believe you! They are coming this way!”
“Joe and Jill. Our table is over here.”
Quickly, I yank my arm out of Joe’s and then look at our boss. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Brandon chuckles
and then the redhead from the bar steps forward and thrusts her hand out to me. “I’m Whitney. It’s nice to meet you.”
Am I dreaming? This is not happening. What the hell is going on? What the actual fuck?
Six
We walk to the back table and I consider walking out of here. What the hell is going on? Since when is Brandon into this?
Oh fuck!
“Am I being fired?” I ask as we sit down. The waiter pours me a glass of wine and I snatch it out of his hand and down the liquid courage.
Brandon laughs and shakes his head. “No. I saw your profile online and showed it to Whitney and she told me that she saw you guys at the bar.”
Whitney giggles and places her hand on Joe’s and I wince with jealousy. But then, looking at the attraction in her eyes, I feel a sense of pride. She’s interested in my mate. Her eyes glow from the lights in the restaurant.
At least she’s one of us, too.
The restaurant is beautifully decorated with red and gold while being classy. Our table is lit by candlelight and there is real flowers in the middle of it. It's a circle shaped table with captain chairs surrounding it. I’m seated in between Joe and Brandon and I shiver from anticipation.
Joe looks over at Brandon and nods his head. “This is actually been set up ahead of time. I knew that Joe was looking for something to spice up your relationship and I knew that we could help. Whitney and I are a part of a swinger community and have been doing this for years.”
I grab Joe’s glass of wine and down it as well. “Are you even attracted to me?”
Did that seriously come out of my mouth? What the hell is wrong with me?
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