by Mia Moore
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it (I liked it)
—Katy Perry, I Kissed a Girl
At Matt’s words, Elena turned to watch Eva and Sophia walk onto the dance floor. Another slow song filled the air and the two women moved close together, their arms around each other’s bodies. Elena made no attempt to hide the fact that she was watching them closely. Hell, in that place, it would be weird to NOT look.
Eva’s back was to Elena, her long platinum hair shimmering in the coloured prisms of light from the glass ball overhead, flowing over the band of her bra. Her flesh was smooth and taut above the waistband of the black skirt, the edge of hem barely covering the fullness of her ass, revealing the under creases, like the curve of a smile. Her legs were bare, ending in the spiked heels.
They had their hands on each other’s waists, gliding them up and down the sides of their hips as they swayed and thrust in time to the music. The way they moved together was soft and sultry; they were seducing each other as their hands skimmed lightly over flesh. Elena barely breathed watching them, feeling a warmth in her pussy.
This was the second time tonight she’d felt that, being aroused by another woman. Her face became warm and she looked away for a few moments. She’d never had sexual feelings for other women. What was going on tonight? It had to be the uninhibited sexual atmosphere of the place. It would even get to a monk!
When she turned to watch them again, the breath caught in her chest. Sophia’s hands had lifted from Eva’s hips and now cupped the blonde woman’s breasts, her eyes staring down at her partner’s chest. Slowly she kissed Eva’s neck and kept lowering her face until her lips skimmed the swell of Eva’s breast above the lacy edge of the bra.
There was clench of arousal between Elena’s legs when Sophia pushed the cup of the bra down and took the other woman’s nipple in her mouth. From the thickness of Matt’s cock pressing into her stomach, it was obvious he was watching too.
Her knees became weak and she faltered in her step when Sophia’s hand slipped under Eva’s skirt. From the way her wrist moved, she was masturbating Eva right there on the dance floor! Elena’s mouth dropped when Eva looked over and their eyes met. With slow deliberate seduction, Eva’s tongue rolled over her lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Elena.
Elena’s heart raced in her chest and her face was a burning ember watching the two women, but she couldn’t look away. Thank God Matt was holding her tight or she would have stumbled when Eva’s bra slid down, baring her chest for all the world to see. Her breasts were fleshy and full, topped with stiff nipples, the colour of milk-chocolate. Matt was no longer moving, the two of them just swaying slightly watching the women fondle one another.
When the song ended, Eva made no move to pull her bra up but in a flash of her hands removed it completely. Elena gulped when Eva smiled at her and led Sophia off the dance floor. Oh my God, they would have to sit at the table with a topless Eva and...and...Oh my God. It was crazy! Was this even happening?
She took Matt’s hand and this time it was she who led the way back to the table. But instead of letting her husband—he was after all a red blooded male!—sit next to Eva, she took that seat. On the other side Sophia was still caressing Eva, softly rubbing her thigh.
Chris and Frank grinned at each other and took a long sip of their drinks. Holy shit. They were totally okay with this. Frank even looked proud of his wife sitting there topless. Matt would kill her if she even thought of doing that.
Wouldn’t he?
It dawned on her— she didn’t really know. She thought she did… but did she really? Watching Matt steal glances at Eva made her unsure.
Sophia leaned over the table and looked at Elena and Matt. “A lot of people are playing in the back area now. Actually, we’re probably going to go back there soon.”
Elena’s gaze took in the two husbands and Sophia. “The back area?” Her voice came out as a squeak. She cleared her throat and repeated the question. THAT had to be where all of this was leading. The orgy in the back.
“We also call it the playroom, Elena!” Chris laughed and put his arm around his wife. “You’re free to check it out. There’s no obligation to partake, and it’s pretty hot watching. That’s all we did when we first came to the club.”
“I’m ready if you are.” It was Eva, getting to her feet and polishing off her drink.
Without waiting for anyone to agree, she walked away from the table. Immediately, the other three rose. But before she left, Sophia leaned over the table and smiled at Elena and Matt. “It was nice meeting you. I hope one day, we’ll see you here again.” She slid a card across the table at Elena.
Elena nodded and picked it up. Their full names and phone number met her eyes. She glanced at Matt who was gazing at the three people following Eva down the corridor next to the dance floor and then through an archway. That was where everything happened.
Back there.
In the ‘Play Room’.
Elena turned to look at Matt. From the look on his face, he was only waiting for her to say yes. They’d come to this club not knowing what it was but now that they were here, in another city...Her gut tightened at the thought. Who would know? It would just be her and Matt. From the eagerness in his eyes, he was as curious as she was.
Matt reached for her hand and held it. “What are you thinking?”
Chapter 9
Breaking all the rules when we get together
Anything at all, are you ready to do
Breaking all the rules we can run away
Just me and you, oh, oh, oh
— Breaking All the Rules, She Moves
Matt could tell by the look in his wife’s eyes that she was sitting on the fence. Just the slightest of nudges and she’d be willing to follow the others into the back to see the action. There was no way they’d participate but hell, now that they were there, they’d be silly not to see everything.
He stood up and looked down at her. “C’mon Babe. You know you want to.” As for him, he’d been thick so many times since they’d got there, it felt like his underwear was sticking to him from all the drizzle. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Elena was feeling it too!
Her eyes twinkled and a small smile twitched in the corners of her lips as she rose to her feet. “Just a quick peek couldn’t hurt.”
Her hand was hot and moist in his as he led the way down the space next to the dance floor. The archway before them was a door to another dimension, where anything could happen. Normally he’d be embarrassed to be hard in public; but here it was totally cool. He led the way, following the compass of his cock.
When he stepped through the archway there was a narrow corridor ahead of them, with the bathrooms. They walked past and through another door to an area lined with metal lockers and low wooden benches. Pristine white towels were draped on the benches at intervals. There was only one more door to go through. He turned to look back at Elena.
“You ready?”
“Yes. Scared to death, but yes!”
He snorted. “You sound like a turned on virgin!” She swatted at him playfully.
“Oh, and you’re not nervous, Matt?”
He snorted again. “You kidding? I’m every bit as antsy as you are!”
“Then let’s go before we lose our nerve.”
He squeezed her hand and they entered. The lighting was low and the air filled with the sounds of lovemaking—soft slapping of flesh on flesh, and murmurs of pleasure. He stopped and gazed around, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
It was a large room, bordered on three sides with beds and curtained closures. In the center was a low king sized platform where two couples were entangled. Two couples were side by side making love. The two women were laying on their backs, halfway turned to each other, kissing deeply. Their legs were clamped around their partners who were thrusting in and out of them with a steady, relen
tless rhythm.
Holy fuck! It was totally awesome. They were only a few feet away from Elena and him, so close that you could almost reach out and touch them. It was like stepping onto the set of a porn flick but better because these were real life people, not actors and actresses posing and acting the part.
The couples were probably in their thirties or forties, the women with a little extra steerage and the abs of the men were way past a six pack. But the way they kissed, the guys’ eyes softly hooded as they thrust into their partners, watching the women caress was totally hot. Matt glanced at Elena and smiled seeing her lips part and eyes widen as she took in the tableau before them.
Matt squeezed her hand and led the way past the bed, suddenly conscious that they were openly gaping at the sexual scene. But if they hadn’t wanted to be watched why hadn’t they gone to one of the side areas?
To their left was the startling white hair of a woman who could only be Eva, her back to Matt and Elena. She was squatted down, straddling a man’s legs, and from the way she moved up and down, it was apparent that she was breakin’ eight on his cock. When Matt stepped closer Chris’s face showed he was the bronco with no wish to throw his sexy rider.
Next to them, Frank was sprawled on his back while Sophia’s head covered his crotch. It was mind blowing that the two couples they’d had drinks with were having sex with each other’s partners, so open and free. Frank’s gaze lifted from Sophia and his eyes met Matt’s. From the smile on his lips, Matt could tell that he had no problem with them watching the action. A thrill of pleasure tingled in Matt’s cock watching Sophia suck Frank, her mouth wide, bobbing up and down, while her naked ass was lifted in the air, so ready to be filled.
Holy fuck, this was hot. His cock had become so hard that it was making his pulse pound in his ears. He pulled Elena in front of him so that her back and ass tucked into his body, watching the action on the bed. She must have felt it too, rubbing her ass against his throbbing meat, her breath ragged.
He almost lost it when Sophia rose and swung her leg over Frank, facing Matt and Elena. Her dark locks fell over her shoulders as she fisted Frank’s cock, aiming it into her opening and lowering onto it, impaling herself on his shaft. The flesh of her breasts undulated with each rise and fall of her hips, their sway adding to the intensity of each rolling motion. She bit her lower lip in pleasure when Frank’s hand came around her waist, his fingers stroking the top of her pussy. She leaned her head forward to watch his fingers play and cock stroke in and out of her; her eyes taking on an almost drunken intensity.
Elena sighed and squirmed against him, pressing harder onto his shaft. She began to roll her hips, nuzzling his shaft into the crack of her ass. He circled her with his arms and began to grind firmly into her flesh. Sophie raised her head and focused on them; her mouth curved into a depraved, wicked smile as she watched them watch her get well and truly fucked.
The sounds of pleasure, moans and sighs were definitely getting to Elena as well as Matt. He looked around, anywhere there might be a vacant bed. Spotting one nearby, he pulled Elena to it. She scrambled onto the soft surface and rolled over onto her back. He placed his knee on the edge of the bed and pulled the curtain shut. Their agreement to ‘not do anything’ had been brushed away by the raw desire that had enveloped each of them.
Elena lifted her ass and tore her panties off, watching his hands loosen his belt and undo his fly. She licked her lips when his cock bobbed heavy and free. Her tongue continued to slide over her lips as she spread her legs wide, opening herself. Oh God, he wanted her, his cock oozing pre-cum, yearning to fuck and get release. Her hips rocked up and down in small thrusts, a cunt aching for cock to fill her.
With shaking fingers, he held his cock, as he clambered forward between her splayed thighs. Resting it against her opening, he fell forward. Her cunt was hot and slippery on his shaft. He thrust his hips, pounding his rod deep inside, lost in the rut, male claiming female. She too was animal heat, her fingers clawing at his back, the other hand sneaking between their groins to tease her hot button of lust, hips jerking upward at each hard thrust to claim it deep into her belly.
“Fuck! Yeah, yeah..!” His eyes squeezed shut... the first spurt of joy, electric and hot shooting deep. He gulped air and jerked forward again, the only consciousness of being—his cock, thick and pulsing hotness...lost in ecstasy...delirious lust. Again....Again...
A gush of fast breath burst from parted lips, and he gasped again, opening his eyes to adore her. His wife, his mate. “Oh God, baby.” The words were whispered into her neck.
“Fuck Matt.” Her fingers were soft and light on his back. She turned her head and whispered into his ear. “That was so fucking intense.” She sighed and there was a low murmur in her throat, a purr of spent pleasure.
For a few minutes they just laid in each other’s arms, their hearts slowing to a normal rhythm, listening to the sounds of pleasure surrounding them. He kissed her gently and rolled onto his side, his belt buckle tinkling. He hadn’t felt the kind of urgency to fuck her since they’d first dated. It was kind of like being a teenager again, a walking hard-on who could fuck at the drop of a hat...he smiled...or the drop of panties. What the hell was that all about? THIS PLACE! Hell yes.
She giggled and then whispered into his ear. “We’re coming here again. Forget Florida, I’ll take Eden.”
Chapter 10
She said “Sex me up
And I’ll sex you down
Whatever you want
Is my Command
—Datarock Sex Me Up
Elena held Matt’s hand in the cab, driving back to the hotel. She was still in a daze at how horny she was after watching people having sex in the club. If Matt hadn’t dragged her off to the bed when he did, she was sure she would have raped him—she wanted sex that much! It had been a long time since she’d felt that kind of hunger. Sex was usually good but that was fucking raw. Scary good. Her pussy was still tingling for more.
When they entered the hotel room, she scrambled out of her coat and dress, kicking her heels off. When she turned, Matt was doing the same, his eyes wandering over her body like he’d never seen her naked before. It was like that for her as well. His cock, which she’d sucked fucked and adored for years was like a new toy at Christmas. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, especially now that it was dark and sooo thick!
She stepped towards him, closing her fingers around his shaft, gently pulling him along as she walked backwards to the side of the bed. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading hard the flesh in his palm, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, causing fresh quivers of lust to tickle warmly in her clit.
The room was softly lit from the streetlights outside, giving it the same ambiance present in the room at the club. Don’t say anything. It was a plea in her mind that on some level he must have intuited. He stayed silent, his face dark, eyes hungry. A fantasy born from the depths of lust at Eden, two strangers coming together to fuck.
His hands pushed her back and down onto the bed before lifting her and throwing her higher on the cushioned surface. He placed his knee on the bed, brushing the inside of her thigh, his gaze focused on her pussy. She rose, propping herself up on an elbow, her other hand reaching out to grasp his shaft. But again he pushed her, until she was forced back, laying sprawled on the bed. His dominance and control released something deep inside her mind... a decadent, delicious, surrender.
He was now crouched between her legs and edging closer, until the satin firmness of his cock slid over her clit. Her arms rose and rested on the bedspread above her head, open like Venus on a half shell to him, this stranger.
At the thrill of pleasure in her clit, his cock vibrating and softly teasing, she sighed. Her eyes closed, obliterating everything but the pleasant sensation sparking in her clit, the muscles in her cunt tightening, yearning for more. A picture of Sophia laying back on Frank, impaled on his cock flitted through her mind, made her ass tighten, rocking her pussy higher. A low moan,
a cry for more rumbled in her throat, but still he toyed with her.
He shoved his cock lower to her opening and she thrust her hips, her body begging to be filled, to be fucked but he slid it higher again. The bastard was playing with her, making her legs quiver, her cunt wet with longing. Her hips rocked up and down, her body ravenous for his cock to fuck her...
“Unh...” It escaped her lips, his cock now deep inside, punching her cervix with pain and pleasure. Pain shot through her hips and ass in the hard grip of his fingers, holding her firmly, her cunt a soft wet target for his shaft.
With each pounding thrust the wiry hair of his pubic bone scraped the sensitive nub of her flesh, driving her wild with its teasing pleasure. Unlike the hot urgency of earlier at the club, this time she wanted it to last...to be fucked and fucked until she couldn’t take it anymore. The hard club inside her hole filled and stretched her in wicked new ways. This stranger fucking her blind, his fingers digging into her flesh, claiming his pleasure in her body, making her moan and cry for more.
His hand clamped onto her breast, fingers digging in. Her head flew back at the sharp pain and she gasped. He yanked his hand away; having ratcheted her senses up to an even higher level. The pleasure flowing through her hips intensified from hot slipperiness to a molten flow. Her body was on fire, craving more, craving harder, craving faster. Her legs curled over his backside, gripping and pulling him deeper into her. Her teeth clenched and relaxed in perfect timing with the spasms in her cunt... those muscles hotly consuming, devouring his cock.... “Oh fuck me...” hissed through her teeth... the first wave of lust gushing slippery over him.
His thrusts became fast, an industrial piston hammering into her, riding the tsunami of pleasure where they joined. The hot incense of their passion filled her nostrils, hips humping up to meet his. Her legs shook, muscles tight and straining as another wave of bliss claimed her soul. She reached for him, her hand slithering around to fondle and cup the tight sack of his balls. With a grunt, he jerked hard high into her, one final thrust shooting his load deep in the slick velvet of her cunt.
