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

by Mia Moore

  My hand traced circles across my waist from one side to another. Steve was still watching intently. I traced my midriff in the same circles, pressing into my flesh. I pinched an inch or two of my belly for him and was rewarded with a hiss of him inhaling sharply.

  I continued fondling myself for him, my hand now cupping one breast, then the other. I stroked my boobs through the lace. I felt my nipples, already puffed and slid my fingers beneath the lace. I rolled one between my fingers and pinched it. It was wonderful.

  My hips began to gyrate on their own, and the movement caught his attention. His mouth curved into a grin. He reached over and began to stroke the side of my hip, from my waist halfway down to my knee and back up again. His strong hands fondled and luxuriated in my flesh, grasping folds between fingers before moving on.

  I had never let him do that to me before.

  Yeah, help me out with a gang bang? Sure. Piston into me like a pile driver? I’m totally there. But grasp and fondle my body like this? I’ll admit it—that was unnerving. Looking back, I laugh at myself over that now, but it was true. I could, and have, fucked like a cat in heat more times than I could count; but to have a man focus on that part of me that I’ve always (to be completely honest) hated about myself and be turned on was something I was still trying to get my head around.

  But I’m a trooper if nothing else, right?

  I closed my eyes so I could focus on the feel of his touch. And it felt wonderful. His hand grasped at me, and I felt his wanting through his fingers. Keeping my eyes closed, my hand reached out to his shaft and my thoughts were confirmed when I encircled his thickness.

  He kept it up, massaging every inch of flesh he could reach. With each stroke he made me feel less fat; I became in my mind’s eye chubby, then plump, and finally…

  Sexy.

  I clenched my eyes tightly, but still a single tear squeezed out from one corner.

  It was glorious.

  I dropped my head down so he couldn’t see.

  “Love me Steve. Love me hard” I said, flexing my hand on his cock for emphasis.

  “I already do, baby.”

  He brushed apart my laces and satins, and pulled himself above me. I released my grasp on him as he moved. I didn’t know what to do with my arms, so I lay back and crossed them above my head, the heel of my hand brushing that teardrop away as he gazed down at my spread open legs.

  I bent my knees and with my feet on the bed, raised my hips up to him.

  “Now, Steve!” I hissed.

  He took his cock in his hand and guided it up to my swollen mons. I was already damp, and I didn’t need any other lubrication. I sorta wanted his first thrust to sting a little anyway.

  He slid up inside me, filling and stretching my aching pussy, bottoming out within. It only rubbed sharply for a second, and when he pulled out, my internal wetness had him fully coated. I felt him place his hands on each side of my head as he pushed into me again.

  My eyes still shut, I wrapped my ankles around his hips, pulling him as deeply into me as I could get.

  “Hmmm…” he murmured, “You want it like that then.” He leaned back a moment, and taking his hands off the bed, he hooked me at the knees, bending my legs and curving my spine. My pussy was totally open to his cock now.

  “Oh Christ, yes!” escaped my mouth when he punched into me. I was bent back like a gymnast, just a hole.

  Just his hole.

  He entered me and ground his hipbone into mine with each thrust. He swept in and out of me with a steady rhythm—not a peppering banging, but an unrelenting series of thrusts; like a locomotive piston that was just beginning to move. He was fucking me long and oh God, so hard…

  “Play with your clit, baby, I’m gonna cum soon,” he gasped.

  My hand flew down to my slit. With a couple of fingers, I caressed his cock, and with my thumb and index finger, I rubbed at my clit.

  “Oh shit, Steve, that’s perfect!” I felt that wonderful wall of whiteness swell up in me, pulsing and growing.

  “Oh yeah, Jessie!” he gasped. He was just about there. I bit my lower lip, coaxing my own cravings out of me.

  Oh shit! Right there! I was right the hell there! My eyes flew open to see his eyes boring into me.

  “Steeeeve!”

  “Jessssie!”

  My hand flew away from my pussy as I tumbled with him over the edge. I grasped him around the neck, raising myself up into him as we both erupted into that shearing burst of whiteness.

  He turned his head into mine and our mouths met as we continued to release into and with each other. Our tongues laved each other as he kept pumping down into me and I kept thrusting up to meet him. It lasted a few moments as we came down from our ecstasy, it lasted a lifetime.

  He unhooked my knees from around his elbows, and my legs flopped back onto the bed. He lowered himself onto his elbows, our hips still joined. He was still thick.

  I always loved this moment —when he stayed inside of me until he grew soft. It took him a little longer this day, maybe; we continued kissing and grinding our hips.

  He scooted off after a while, but pressed right up next to me as I still lay on my back.

  “Hey…” he said. I turned my face to him. “I love you deeply, Jess Adams.”

  “I’m so in love with you, Steve Doucet,” I replied with a smile.

  A shade passed over his face for a split second. Crap. Busted. Then he smiled even wider.

  “That’s not exactly the same, baby,” he said. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he continued. “But it’s honest and true. And…” he reached up and tapped the tip of my nose with his fingertip. “Aaand… it’ll grow.”

  I turned onto my side facing him. I nodded. “I think so too.”

  “Good.”

  I held my hand up that had the dollar store ring on it. I didn’t say anything.

  “It’s a placeholder, Jessie.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “What that means is we’ll have to go shopping for a real one.”

  “A real one what?”

  “A real engagement ring when you’re ready to commit.” He stroked my side. “When you realize that there’s not much difference between being in love and loving forever.”

  Now I felt confused as hell. “I…”

  “Hey… that ring is me saying ‘I got dibs’. How’s that?”

  There’s a hell of whole lot to be said for older guys. I didn’t know what the hell I was feeling, and with just a few words, he steadied all the confusion in my head.

  I nodded. “That’s fair.”

  “Yeah—it’s a little weird, maybe.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re going to have to tell me when you’re ready I guess.” He looked away for a moment. “Or else you’ll be telling me you’ll need to move on.”

  “I don’t see that happening, Steve. I just need to get my head around this.”

  He nodded and turned back to me. “Yeah, I understand. You’re sort of in a doorway. You’re either going to cross the threshold, or close it. There’s really no third choice, is there?”

  “How long do I get to stand there?”

  He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Baby, as long as you need to.”

  Chapter 12: Change of Plans

  Steve

  We made love again that evening after dinner and it was great. I spent the night because we had to go to Chicago the next day to meet the Donahue guy who contacted me about that charity job he offered. While asleep, I was roused out of sleep by Jess getting up and getting dressed in the dark.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Shhh… I just have to head down to the lobby. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I sat up. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just need to get some… uhhh… pain killers.”

  “You okay?”

  She stood in the darkness, backlit from the bathroom light we left on. “Sure.
Just… uhh… some cramps is all.”

  She was lying. She’s a terrible liar. I decided to let it slide. “You’ll be back soon?”

  “Yeah, just a minute or two, that’s all.”

  I lay back down and she left the room. She was up to something, but what, I didn’t have any idea. It was funny though. I was curious more than nervous. I’m old enough to realize that everyone needs their privacy sometimes. No matter how much they love each other, we all need some personal space.

  I rested on the pillow with my arms crossed under my head.

  Maybe it was a chintzy thing to do, putting that dollar store ring on her finger. I’ll get her a real one as soon as she gives me the okay. I gave a snort. Usually it’s the guy who keeps the girl dangling!

  I wondered if we’d have kids. I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. At my age, having another couple of kids… well, I’d be in my 60’s when they finished college.

  I had absolutely no doubts that Jess and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together. If we did have kids, she’d have to quit working. I was pretty sure we’d be able to swing it on just my income; by the time we had any kids, my own would both be out of college.

  I thought about our romps today and got a chubby again. Jeeeezus! Since I met her, my sex drive had come back with a vengeance! From the moment I first noticed her at Hedo, up till right then in bed alone, that woman got my juices going.

  I dozed off again, stirred when Jess climbed back into bed.

  “You feeling better now?” I mumbled.

  She kissed my cheek. “Loads. Night night.”

  ****

  Jess had this secret smile on her face all morning. I noticed it as soon as we woke up, and asked her about it at breakfast. She waved me off and told me to be patient.

  We hopped in a cab in the morning to head to the airport. When we got off at the airport exit, Jess leaned over to the driver and said “We have a charter waiting for us at the Executive Terminal.”

  “Hunh? Donahue had said that there’d be tickets waiting for us at United, Jess.”

  She looked over at me. “Change of plans, Steve-O.” She turned back to the driver. “You okay with the new destination?”

  “Sure,” he said. “Have you there in just a few.”

  Jess sat back next to me and took my hand. “Just go with the flow, Steve.”

  I was in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. Jess was wearing a black skirt and white blouse with pumps. Her legs were bare, and I stroked her knee. “You got me curious as hell.”

  She nodded, but stayed silent.

  We pulled up in front of a terminal building that was a hell of a distance from the main terminal at Denver International. It was also a hell of a lot smaller—the main terminal went on forever, but this building was maybe the size of three single family homes set side by side. While I was paying the driver, a guy came out of the double entrance doors pushing a luggage cart.

  “Can I help you with your bags, Ma’am?” he said.

  Jess turned to him. “We don’t have any luggage; we’re coming right back after our meeting.”

  “Ms. Adams and Mr. Doucet I presume?” He was about 30 and was wearing a grey suit.

  “That’s right,” said Jess.

  “I’m Jason, the terminal manager. Your G is fueled, prepped, and ready to leave when you are.”

  “Thank you, we can leave now.”

  “Just follow me.”

  “Whoa, whoa,” I said. “Just hang on a minute.” They both turned and looked at me. “Jess, what the hell is going on?”

  She smiled brightly. “It’s a surprise, honey! I’ve never flown in a private jet before! Isn’t this great?” She took my hand. “I’ll explain the whole thing when we get on board, okay?” She tugged at my hand and I let her lead the way.

  We followed Jason into the terminal. If you could call it that. It looked more like a lobby for a hotel. There was a reception desk with a woman behind it. The rest of the space was taken up by a collection of plush chairs, love seats and coffee tables. All together, maybe fifty people could wait in it.

  Jason took us to the desk and introduced Joan. Turning to Jess he said, “All the paperwork’s done, your account exec at Amex set everything up. We just need to scan your card. Then you just need to sign the lease agreement and the passenger manifest.” She handed over a black credit card, and as Joan was running it through, she scribbled her name before I could say anything.

  “Okay Jason, let’s take off.” She tucked her card in her purse and took my hand again.

  “Very good.” I swear to God, the guy almost clicked his heels. We followed him again, and went out another set of double doors on the tarmac side of the building.

  Parked on the taxiway was a black private jet with the engines running. There was a set of stairs extended at the side, and a young woman, about 25 or so was standing by it, smiling. Next to her were two men wearing pilot uniforms. They were smiling too.

  They introduced themselves, and I’d be lying if I told you I remember their names. The young woman was our flight attendant, and the two guys were our pilots. We boarded.

  It was just like in the movies, but better. There were only eight seats or so, and each one was bigger than a LazyBoy with off white leather upholstery. Towards the rear of the cabin was a loveseat and coffee table with two more of those big ass seats facing it.

  “Feel free to sit wherever you’d like,” the flight attendant said. She stood by the door and pushed some buttons on the wall. The stairs retracted, and she shut the door to the cabin.

  Jess leaned over and whispered something to her. Then taking my hand she guided us down to the loveseat. The woman went to the flight crew compartment and spoke to the pilots. As Jess and I buckled in on the sofa, she came back from the crew cabin and slid a folding wall across the width of the main cabin. I heard the engines wind up, and we began to move.

  “We have a place in the departure lineup and we’ll be airborne in just a few minutes, folks,” came a voice from an overhead speaker. Flight time to Chicago is 90 minutes. Relax and enjoy the view.”

  “What did you say to her?” I asked Jess.

  “I just told her we had some important things to discuss, and that we required absolute privacy.”

  I could feel the plane rolling and turning through the different runways. I always watched through the window of any plane I was on as we set up for takeoff. But this time I couldn’t be bothered. She had some ‘splainin’ to do.

  “Jess, what the hell is going on?”

  She sat forward, her elbows on her knees, staring off. “You love me, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Even though I’m just a waitress.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t love you because of what you do, Jess; I love you because of who you are.”

  “Why do you?”

  “What?”

  She reached out and tapped the surface of the coffee table, emphasizing each word with a tap. “Why. Do. You. Love. Me?” She looked over her shoulder up at me.

  I waved my hands in front of me. “This is stupid.”

  She sat up straight. “What?”

  “When you get right down to it, why the hell does anyone love anyone else, Jessy? Honest to God, people have been trying to figure out that question for as long as there’s been boys and girls! Why do I love you today will be different from why I’ll love you in a year. Shit,” I took a breath, “I love you in a different way than I did just a month ago.”

  She looked crestfallen, so I hurried on. “I could go on for hours about your hotness, your strength, your smarts and your good heart. But so what? That doesn’t answer the question either.” I leaned over and took her hand. “I love you because when I’m with you I love being alive more. I love you because since you came into my life, colors are brighter, good music is better, food is tastier.”

  I dropped her hand. “But that’s not the answer either. Those are the effects of loving you, not the c
auses.” I shook my head. “Why do I love you? I don’t have a fucking clue, I guess.” I picked her hand up again. “All I know is that I do.”

  We sat there as the plane’s engines spooled up and shot down the runway. We sat there silently, sort of leaning, as it climbed to altitude and leveled off.

  She patted my hand the entire time. “That’s an honest answer if ever there was one, Steve.” She turned halfway in the seat to face me, knee to knee. “Now I have to be honest with you. You fell in love with me when I was ‘only a waitress’.”

  “I never used that phrase you know.” It sounds so demeaning.

  She nodded. “I know. But you see, the fact that I am, and you do, makes the rest of this easier on my mind. I am just a waitress.” She looked up at me with her eyes bright. “But I’m a waitress with one hell of a bank balance.”

  ****

  By the time the plane landed she had filled me in on everything. Her lottery winning, her plot with Mr. Donahue and how that grew out of control when he put the word out to his other clients. She explained that I was really needed to help out with this new venture.

  She told me that we’d never have to worry about money again. Hell, our grandkids wouldn’t have to worry about money!