Hedonism Box Set (BBW Menage Swinger Romance): All Five Cuddly Swinger Episodes In One Volume! (Cuddly Swingers Book 6)

by Mia Moore

  They were architect’s renderings of buildings. Placing them on the counter, he continued. “This was going to become a sort of trade school for the kids in high school. We were going to teach trades and office skills and also do hardcore college prep for kids that wanted to continue their educations.” He hand stroked each picture lovingly. “We wanted each kid ready and able to live a good life from the moment they left here… at least have as good a shot as our own kids Dorothy and Danny have back home, you know?” He sighed. “The kids here paid up front with enough hard times just by being here.”

  I nodded.

  He put the sketches back on the shelf and closed the cupboard door. “But that’s all on hold. We only have half the budget in the bank, and it’s going to take another three years to raise the rest.” He gave a small laugh. “They say a million dollars isn’t a lot of money these days. Try raising it.”

  “Sounds like a chunk of change to me. I’m a waitress in a diner, my income comes from one, two dollar tips.” Steve didn’t know a thing about Jess the multi millionaire, and I wasn’t going to play Fairy Godmother for him. Yet.

  He put his arm around me. “That’s what you do, hunh?” I nodded. “But then… how were you able to afford that suite back at Hedo?”

  “My best friend came down here a few weeks ago with her husband.” I swatted my ass. “She’s as… ‘cuddly’ as me, and we’ve both been self conscious about it. She came back a changed woman, and… well… I hit the lottery for some money, and decided to see for myself.” There, not the whole truth, but not a lie either.

  He took my chin under a finger and looked in my eyes. “Your luck was my luck then, Jessy” he said and kissed me.

  I put my hand on his chest and stepped away. “Steve! In front of Pam?”

  He laughed. “We’d been swingers from the very beginning. She’s jumping for joy right now, trust me.”

  “Still kind of gives me the creeps.” Even saying it, I stepped back into his arms and hugged him.

  He started stroking my head. “Look, I’m a complicated guy, okay? I’m one horny son of a bitch who hasn’t gotten laid in over four years.” He gave a small sigh. “I’m actually nervous about you and me, to tell the truth.”

  “Good. That makes two of us, Steve. It was a lot easier fucking the guys last night than it is hugging you right now.”

  He gave a small laugh now. “And THAT was so hot! But…”

  “But what?” I turned my head up looking at him.

  “But… there’s more at stake for me than hopping into bed with you. I mean… this is going to last longer than this vacation I think. You enchant me, and I don’t want to screw it up.”

  Enchant? He just told me I was enchanting? Oh this was goood… “How do I enchant you?” I’m not above urging compliments when the guy’s in the mood; it doesn’t happen often, let me tell you.

  “You kidding? You’re pretty bright, you have a strength about you, and you’re hot as hell.”

  “Only pretty bright?”

  “No! I meant—” I shushed him with a finger on his lips.

  “I’m just messing with you. You forgot my sense of humor.” He started sucking on my finger and sent a jolt right to my panties. I pulled my finger and it came out of his mouth with a ‘pop’. “Slow down, cowboy… save it for tonight.”

  He nodded, then turned his head away and said, “That sounds like a plan.” He turned back to me. “I think it’s going to be the start of something a lot bigger than No Strings Attached sex though.”

  I gave a short nod, and he continued. “But I need you to understand, I can’t support you.”

  I should have won an Oscar for keeping a straight face. “What do you mean?” I said instead.

  “Well, I’m doing okay, yeah, but between supporting this place here and the kids at home, I don’t know if I have the money to look after you too.”

  I kept my face straight. “I’m not looking for a Sugar Daddy, Steven. I’m pretty sure I can hold up my end financially.”

  “As a waitress? Really?”

  I squinched my shoulders and gave a quick nod. “Sure.”

  “And what if we have kids, Jessy? What then?”

  “Well, I guess we’ll do what people in love have done forever—we’d figure it out.” I held up two fingers. “No more than two though.”

  “Yeah, that sounds right.”

  We both became very still. Very, very still as both of us stared at each other, our eyes growing wider.

  What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened?

  I felt my mouth starting to drop in perfect synchronicity with his as we stood in shock over what we were just talking about. All the air had just left the room.

  I gave my head a shake at the same time he did.

  “Right.” We both said it at the same time. We nodded to each other, and I joined him in an embrace. We stood silently in that room for quite a while.

  Chapter 5: Small Acorns?

  Steve

  I held onto Jessy as chastely as I could. I knew in my heart and soul that if I so much as touched her skin, I’d jump her right then and there, and to hell with the students back in the library seeing or hearing anything.

  I was so horny it scared me. I didn’t want to make love to her, I didn’t want to screw her. I wanted to fuck her through the floor. I wanted to climb so deeply inside of her we’d burst. My desire for her was more savage, more primal than any desire I had ever experienced before in my life. I wanted to grab her by the scruff of the neck and put the blocks to her, not giving a god damn about her pleasure or needs, just use that magnificent, lush body to please my own ends.

  I wanted to claim her with my cock, fill her with my cum. If I could, I’d prick my finger with a needle and make her suck my blood. I wanted to fuck her up the ass, I wanted to fuck her pussy so hard it would hurt for a week.

  I wanted her sweaty and aching, dribbling from her pussy, mouth and ass with my come and beg me on hands and knees for more.

  And then give it to her, again and again and again.

  Holding her in that hug, my cock began to swell. The rawness of my craving for her caught me off guard. I let go of her and kissed her forehead.

  “Let’s get out of here before we get in trouble,” I said in a whisper. I was whispering because it was hard to breathe.

  “Okay…” she had a bit of a question in her eyes, but didn’t say anything else.

  As we left the library, I kept my hands in my pockets. I didn’t trust myself to touch her, and to be honest, I was positive that they would be shaking if I took them out.

  We headed back to the administration building where Geoff and Princess were cataloging the delivery.

  The rest of the afternoon, lunch with the students in the cafeteria, and my discussion with Geoff over the needs of the school for the next three months all went in a blur. When we went over the books together (I was put on the board of directors years ago, and every time I show up, he feels obligated to show me how well he’s handling the money for the place), I could only nod. Jessy was at the preschool/ daycare center. There were about six little ‘uns there, and she said she hadn’t spent any time with toddlers in a long, long time.

  By the time my meeting ended, I had regained some self control, and felt okay with driving back.

  Until I saw Jessy come out of the pre-school and walk towards me as I was waiting by the truck. My knees turned to water. I had never had her walk to me. Her hips swayed with each step just a little bit, rolling perfectly from one foot to the next. Her boobs, those generous orbs, shuddered just a little in perfect timing. A soft breeze caught her hair, wafting her ringlets off to one side. There was such a look of… well, joy, dammit, on her face. Her eyes were shining, and there was such a smile on her face.

  “Ohmygod Steve-O! They’re soooo cuuute!” was the first thing she said when she came up to me. “They wanted to show me all of the things they had been working on today!” She held up a sheaf of papers and riffled through about eig

ht finger paintings. “My first souvenir from Hedonism!” She laughed.

  I smiled. “Yeah, I know how you feel, Jessy. Wait until you come back here again, and see how big they’ve gotten.” I shook my head. “I mean…”

  “I know.” A small smile came over her and she glanced away. “I know.” Looking back at me, she said, “I guess we need to get back, hunh?”

  “Yeah.” I patted my portfolio. “I got a new list from Geoff of what they need. Because Martin was such a great help with getting this shipment through customs, I’m going to go over it with him and see if I can just arrange shipping from the States.”

  “Will we be coming back here this week?”

  “Would you like to?”

  She nodded.

  “Sure.”

  She jumped up and down clapping her hands like a kid herself. “Yay! When? When?”

  “We’ll figure it out, Jessy.”

  We both stood by the truck for a moment or two. The impact of this place, and what transpired between us was starting to sink in I think. She looked around us, taking in the buildings and the kids that were about.

  “You know Steve-O, this is a pretty special place,” her voice was soft.

  “Yeah.”

  She turned back to me. “No, I really mean it. I felt… I don’t know… but I felt something the moment we turned in here from the road.”

  Pam had said exactly the same thing years and years ago. “Yeah, I know. Like it’s hallowed ground or something.”

  “Well, maybe, I don’t know. I just know I’ve never had that kind of thing happen to me before,” she had her hand covering her chest.

  “Did it scare you?”

  She shook her head briskly. “Hell no. It was…” she turned her head a bit and chewed the side of her lip. “It was comforting somehow.” She turned back to me, her eyes shining now. “It was like a piece to a puzzle dropped into place, but I didn’t even know a piece had been missing until it did.”

  That was as good an explanation as I had ever been able to come up with. I nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  She stepped into me now, and put her arm around my waist. She turned her head up to me. “Ready to get wicked now?” she said, her smile now impish.

  “Yeah… I think I could be talked into it.” I opened the door and we got in.

  ****

  Steve

  Jessy was a lot more relaxed on the ride back to Hedo than she had been on the trip in. When we were heading in, she sat upright in the shotgun seat, all belted in. Now she had slid halfway down the seat and put her feet up on the dash. What is it with women riding in cars that way? One hand was wrapping and unwrapping one of her ringlets and her other hand was just casually resting between her legs.

  I kept glancing at her hand between her legs. I so wanted her to masturbate for me on the ride back. I got some odd tastes when it comes to sex, and one of my favorite foreplays is when a woman closes her eyes and masturbates for me, saying out loud what she’s thinking of.

  I didn’t though. We kept the conversation light the entire trip in. Well, not really light. We didn’t talk about movies or anything like that. Actually, it was a lot more nuts and bolts sort of stuff. And not about us, but about the school.

  She asked all sorts of questions about money. Not about my money— but about how much money Columbia Academy went through. She started off by asking how many kids lived there. I told her about 90 or so. Then she wondered how much it cost to feed them. Then clothing. When she started asking about the utility bills for the place, I drew the line.

  “What’s with the verbal audit, Jessy?” I felt a little miffed because I was so damn horny. And coming out of my meeting with Geoff where we went over the quarterly financials always gave me an acid stomach. The place was running close to the bone. One bad storm and we would be screwed because there was pretty much zero cash on hand. The damn donations had dried up this year, and Geoff and I were finding it hard to figure out where else we could cut.

  I preferred being horny.

  “Nothing. Just making small talk,” she said. She had a sort of smart ass smile when she said it.

  I let out a sigh. “Look, it’s not small talk. Let me tell you what’s going on. Right now, Columbia’s donations have dried up. The government kicks in a part of their budget, but they have to come up with the rest.” I turned my head to her. “And you really can’t charge orphans tuition, you know?”

  She nodded. “You guys are covering it though?”

  “Well, not really. We used to get more donations than we’ve been getting this year.” I ran my hand through my hair, missing my horniness. “The bottom line is that we’re going to start letting people go in the next month or two.”

  “How short are you?”

  Damn. Okay, you want to know, fine. “Right now we’re going to be a ton short. Fifteen thousand a month.”

  “Oh, that’s all?”

  “Jessy! Fifteen grand’s a year’s pay for one of the teachers for God’s sake! And that’s a month!”

  “Well, maybe I can help?” she said in a small voice.

  “Oh? How? Don’t get me wrong, Jessy, but you told me you’re a waitress. In a diner, not a posh restaurant. I figure you pull down, what—five, six hundred a week? It’s great you want to help, but this is a lot more than what you can afford.”

  “Well, I know some people from my job. Maybe I can approach them? And put up a donation box at the restaurant?”

  “Who do you know? Construction workers? School teachers? Look, we need to find people with deep pockets.”

  “Or a lot of people with spare change.”

  “Fifteen thousand a month is a lot of spare change.”

  She rested her hand on my arm. “I know this old guy from Chicago. His name’s Donahue—shit, I call him ‘Mister Donahue’. He’s a good guy, and he’s some sort of hot shot banker.”

  I laughed out loud. “Bankers! Ha! You mean ‘Banksters’ Jessy. As in ‘Gangsters’. I tried approaching a bunch in Colorado and got laughed out of their offices. Those guys have no heart, girl.” Some of the shit they said to me—why should they give a damn about black Jamaicans when they could care less about African American kids at home.

  She sat up and put her hands primly on her lap. Damn. “Steve-O, you don’t know Mr. Donahue. I do. He’s a good man. A kind man. Let me see if he can help out okay?” She started waving a finger at me. “This waitress might be able to be a lot of help!”

  She got me. “Yeah, I’m sorry, Jessy. I just don’t want you biting off more than you could chew.”

  “Mighty oaks from small acorns grow, Steve.”

  “Alright. Now I feel like a jerk. I should be thanking you for wanting to help.”

  “That’s better. Yeah, you should.”

  I glanced over at her. “Thanks Jessy.”

  She smiled that odd smile again. “You’re welcome Steve-O. Now step on it. I need a shower.”

  Chapter 6 Step On It, Steve

  Jess

  We sort of fell into a comfortable silence for a while, and that was fine with me. I needed to think things out.

  I didn’t want to tell Steve about my bank balance. When he told me that they were short to the tune of fifteen thousand dollars a month I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I make almost a hundred thousand a month in interest! But before I step in and play some half assed hero, I had to touch base with Mr. Donahue. I think he’d have some good advice, and I didn’t want to distract Steve from ‘us’ and worry about what I would or wouldn’t do.

  I’ve spent thirty two years being just Jess. And I’ve only been ‘Uber Rich Jess’ for a few months. I was sitting in a truck with a man who a couple of hours ago I was talking to about having his kids, and now I’m being cagey. I didn’t care for it, but I had to be careful.

  It’s ironic. All the people I know worry about money on a regular basis. A car breaks down and my friend Lori’s household is thrown into disarray. A customer at the restaurant gets ill, and the first thing you ask when you hear about it is ‘Do they have insurance?’ Here I was, seriously contemplating tossing fifteen thousand dollars a month at a guy I just met.

  I decided to put Columbia Academy on the back burner. No matter how it would work out between Steve and me, I’d still help out, but I was concerned that the money would cloud things between us if it came into play this early.

  This was some vacation. And it is a vacation. A break. I didn’t come down here to adopt an orphanage. I didn’t have any intention to talk about having kids with a guy. I came down here… well, to feel beautiful. Something had happened to Lori when she came down here, and I wanted a piece of that.

  Lori came back from Hedonism changed, but not changed. She didn’t lose a pound down here, she didn’t change her hairstyle, and she didn’t have any plastic surgery done. But she was changed. She said that a turning point for her was to parade around naked. Shedding her clothes bared her to the world, and she accepted who she was. All of who she was.

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