by Mia Moore
“Look who’s talking. I was kind of hoping that you’d be with Byron and me the other night. After the sexy dance and what you were wearing…” I lean forward and place my hand on hers. “Promise me, we’ll get together at the party.” My gaze drops to the table and my voice is almost a whisper. “I’ve never done anything to a woman…I mean Sheila did me but…I’m looking forward to that with you.”
Is it the wine or the fact that she looks so damn attractive in the low lighting of the restaurant? If we weren’t in public, I swear I’d lean over and kiss her.
“Oh God Anna, you’re making me wet. Josh feels the same way too. He and I have a thing for busty blondes. Your dance card is going to be pretty full on Friday.”
Chapter 3
“Derek’s going too, isn’t he?” I brush mascara onto my eyelashes standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
Mason leans against the door jamb with his arms folded across his chest, a patient smile on his face. “Wild horses couldn’t keep him away. He actually turned down a date to be there.”
My head swivels, mascara brush aloft. “Really? What’s the score? Someone asked him out?”
“Yeah, a woman at work. According to him, she’s been flirting like crazy since she heard he was single again. He took a pass on Friday but they’re going to dinner on Saturday.”
I stare at him for a moment sorting through my reaction. But of course, I’m a woman, a natural born romantic. “What’s she like, older, younger, any serious potential?”
“I don’t know. All he said was she’s built like a brick shit house.”
I scowl and shake my head, turn back to the mirror. Men. If Derek had told me, I’d sure as hell have the dish. “Well, I hope she’s nice. He deserves it. It’d be a bonus if she was liberal minded, I mean sexually. After being with us and then the club, I don’t think she stands much chance with him, if she isn’t.”
“I don’t know about that.”
I turn to him. “What do you mean? It’s going great for us three… isn’t it?”
He smiled. “Sure it is. But Anna, we’re married. I mean, we’ve done the whole dating stuff, engagement, and we’ve been a couple for years before we started this thing.” He gives his head a little shake. “I think that if Derek and his lady become a couple, he probably will put everything else on hold.” He shoots me a grin. “For a while, anyway.”
That sort of made sense. If Mason asked me to go to a swingers club with him when we were dating, I doubt I’d be able to handle it. “Well, we’ll just have to wait and see I guess,” I say.
I slip the mascara back into the make-up bag and grab the lipstick. From the corner of my eye I see Mason step behind me. In the mirror his gorgeous, smiling face appears next to mine. He plants a kiss on my cheek and slides his hands past my waist and up. One hand slips inside the low neck on my dress and cups my breast.
“I’m a lucky man. I hope he finds someone as beautiful and open minded as you. Who do you fancy tonight, my love? Sexy Byron or will it be the uber-stud Josh?”
I gaze into the reflection of his eyes and my lips part, become slack for a moment. “Carrie.”
He rubs his pelvis, cock now getting hard, into my ass. “Mmmm. Can I watch, maybe join you two?”
“You may have to arm wrestle Josh. Carrie told me he wants to fuck me.” I press back against him, wiggling against the stiff rod.
His lips brush my earlobe, his breath hot. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I turn and throw my arms around his neck, pull his head close to mine. “Maybe Carrie and I will be the warm-up. After that, don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck her, ‘cause I know you do.” I slide my hand along his body and massage his cock.
“Fuck, this is hot. Look at us, talking so easily about fucking other people tonight. Did I die and go to heaven?” His hand drifts over my ass and fingers sneak under the short flared skirt. “I love the G-string by the way.”
“Are there any limits tonight? Anyone you wouldn’t feel comfortable seeing me with?” The fabric of his slacks under my hand is damp from pre-cum. God, I’m not the only one wet and horny.
“Do anyone and as often as you want. No limits here. How about you?”
I picture the gang of people from the club and shake my head. “No. They’re all nice. But we play together, same room at least.”
“Got it.” He gives my ass a resounding swat. “C’mon let’s go.”
Chapter 4
The rain has started and it’s difficult to see house numbers on Sylvia and Byron’s street.
“There it is!” I point to a long ranch style bungalow, set back from the street, front door warmly aglow from two overhead lights. The driveway is full of cars, and others are parked along the street.
Nerves and excitement duel for control of my stomach—so many people, they’re all friends and have been members of the lifestyle for years. I scan the street searching for Derek’s car. Nope. Looks like we’re on our own walking in there.
He pulls ahead of a dark sport utility and parks the car. When he turns to me, there’s apprehension in his eyes too. “You ready?”
I nod, feeling like a deer in the headlights of a Hummer. My throat is dry yet somehow I manage to swallow and take a deep breath waiting for Mason to open my door.
He takes one of my hands in his, balancing the umbrella over my head as I get out. The rain mutes the sound of my heels clacking along the sidewalk but not the pounding in my chest. I clutch his elbow, huddling close to his body as we walk.
When we stand in front of the double door entranceway, he presses the bell button and glances quickly at me. I smile and turn when the door opens and Sylvia is before us.
Holy cow, she looks like she just stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret ad, from the spiked heels, black thigh high stockings and flowing peignoir, hanging open to reveal a sparkling ruby belly clip and hint of creamy white breasts.
“Hi! Come in. Come in out of the rain!” She steps back and opens the door wide, her smile a welcome beacon. “There’s a great crowd here. Dani, Keith, Josh, Carrie and some other folks who can’t wait to meet you.”
“Hi Sylvia. Thanks for inviting us.” I step inside and immediately Sylvia gives me a hug and peck on the mouth. Her perfume, a spicy, lemony scent fills my nostrils. Mason shakes off the umbrella and when he steps inside, she embraces him as well.
Behind her, Dani and Carrie stand, drinks in hand, grinning at us. Dani’s in a red corset replete with garters and red stockings, and Carrie’s in a purple demi-bra and lace panties.
“Wow! You look terrific!” Mason holds Sylvia’s shoulders giving her the once over with his eyes before turning to look at Carrie and Dani.
“Thanks. Let me take your coats.” Sylvia extends her hand, smiling seduction at my husband.
From the way he’s returning the look, maybe Sylvia will be number one on his agenda tonight.
“Derek didn’t come with you? He IS coming, right?” She smiles and takes my coat. “Very nice, Anna.” Her mouth drops open and her eyes are wide taking in my outfit.
It’s the one I didn’t get to wear at the club, the one Derek had chosen, very low neck, a royal blue, lace sheath.
Somehow getting a compliment from another woman, means more than if it came from a guy. “Thanks.”
Carrie steps closer and throws her arms around me, pulling my head and ear to her lips. “You look good enough to eat. RRowllll.”
Oh my. A thrill goes straight to my clit at her warm breath and suggestive comment. I place my hand on her back, holding her in place, leaning in to kiss her ear lobe and breathe my reply. “So do you. I can’t wait.”
Sylvia goes to hang up the coats and immediately Dani takes her place, reaching for Mason and drawing close to him. “So nice to see you again.”
When I glance over, she’s on her tip toes, straining up to kiss his lips. A look passes between them, familiarity and fondness. It’s probably the way it goes—the first one is kind of special.
Is that how I’ll be with Byron?
I don’t have to wonder very long. I hear footsteps and he appears in the short hallway, drinks in hand. My stomach flutters when I see him—the small knowing smile, bedroom eyes gazing straight to my core.
“Anna.” My name on his lips is soft as a kiss.
“Mason, Anna, come in. We’re all downstairs and things are heating up. Your timing couldn’t be better.” He lifts his arm, balancing the drinks, nodding to the open door way to his right. “Sorry, I’d rather have my hands on you guys but the drinks beat you to it.”
Carrie takes my hand in hers and leads me to him. I place my arms around his neck and reach up to kiss his lips. Not a quick friendly peck, but slow, my mouth opening, darting my tongue between his lips. His breath hisses through flared nostrils and he kisses back, hard, his tongue dancing with mine.
I sense Mason and Dani behind us, watching, waiting to join the others, and break the kiss. “Later.” Our breath mingles.
“Get a hotel room, you two.” Sylvia laughs. “Wait, this IS kind of a hotel room isn’t it? Carry on.” She brushes by Byron, giving his crotch a squeeze as she passes.
Byron steps back and Carrie leads me down the stairs. I follow and my eyes widen when the large room fills my vision. Oh my god. It is a den of erotic pleasure.
A gleaming brass pole, mounted on a platform is set next to a mirrored wall. An Asian woman, wearing only emerald pasties and matching G-string wraps her leg around the pole and twirls, falling back at the waist so that her long hair brushes the floor. A couple of naked men and a woman with severe red bangs fringing her eyebrows, a black choker and garter belt, watch the dance.
The pole dancer chick is pretty good—almost as good as the ones at the strip club. How many times has she practiced that routine? And the music is great too, with a deep throbbing beat.
The far end of the room doesn’t have any furniture. Instead, the square area, about ten or fifteen feet to a side is covered with a collection of mattresses and padded mats. There’s no doubt in my mind what that’s for or the fact that I’ll be spending some time there. I turn to Carrie and shake my head in wonder. “Now this is what I call a rumpus room!”
She laughs out loud.
Next to the mats is a conversation pit—two sofas flank a slate fireplace--where three couples are chatting.
To my left is the bar, its gleaming oak top reflecting the glow shed by strings of colored lights hanging above it. Byron is there, stirring a stainless steel container, spoon clanking against the sides and the ice cubes. When he sees me looking, he smiles and offers a drink with a hand gesture.
I step closer, more than willing to mellow out, enjoy the evening to the fullest. “This is some place you have, Byron. It’s almost as good as the O Zone.”
He finishes mixing the drink and pours the liquid into a fluted cocktail glass, smile widening as he hands it to me. “Thanks. I’ve got a couple of ‘S’ shaped lounge chairs on order. I was hoping they’d be here before the party, but c’est la vie.” He wiggles heavy eyebrows, his eyes twinkling. “They’re great for any sexual vagary you might care to indulge. Very fuckable. Like me.”
I take a sip and savor the icy, vodka martini. I think he must have known when we’d arrive and had it ready on hand, to fix at the last minute. As for fuckable…oh God. Again, my pussy tingles as I recall him pounding his cock into me last week and me begging him to do it.
“Speaking of fuckable…how come you aren’t naked, like the guys over there? I’d like to be served by a naked bartender.” I grin and set the drink down.
Carrie appears at my side, drapes her arm around my waist and tugs me into her.”What’s that about naked bartenders? C’mon Byron, you’re the host. Indulge your guests.”
“Only, if Anna removes her dress at the same time.” He places his hands on the bar and leans towards me, challenging me with a smirk.
“What’s going on? Do I hear a striptease about to happen?” Josh appears on the stairs, Keith ambling behind him.
Keith grins and turns to call up to the first floor. “Mason! Your wife’s gonna do a strip tease. C’mon Dani, Sylvia!”
Oh my God. I pick up the drink and drain it in one long gulp. It looks like the table’s been turned on ME! “Pour me another, Sir. I’ll need it.”
Byron takes my glass and as he pours, mutters, “I LIKE the Sir, wench.” His eyes glimpse up at my face for a second and again his voice is low. “Actually, I think YOU like the Sir.”
Carrie turns and kisses my ear soft and slow. “I’m wet thinking of your naked body. Strip home girl.”
Oh fuck! They’re both getting to me. I shift my weight to the other leg, oh so aware of the swollen warmth of my pussy. When Byron hands me the drink and looks into my eyes, I know in his mind I’m already naked and longing to be fucked. I down the glass of courage and step away from the bar.
A glance shows me the others from upstairs are on their way. And Derek’s arrived too.
“Hold on.” Byron turns and scans the laptop set up behind him. He does a search of his music files and clicks on one. When he faces me again, there’s a wicked grin on his face as the classic stripper song starts with the wail of a horn section. DAH DAH DAH DAH! DAH DA DAH DA!
Oh shit, everyone crowds around, clapping, chanting ‘take it off, take it ALL off!’
Byron steps out from behind the bar and we face each other, the bull and the Matador, except that I’m the bull and he’s the Matador taunting me, so controlled and assured.
His fingers drift to the buttons on his dark shirt and slowly, hips revolving in a circle any Elvis impersonator would envy, unbuttons it. He slips the shirt open. AND, he’s got a chubby! He’s SO enjoying himself and my shyness.
I take a breath and pull my shoulders back, raise my chin trying to look down my nose with eyes narrowed in determination. Meanwhile, my hands tremble as they drift to the hem of my skirt.
I lift it slowly, copying his hip movement, watching his fingers reach the last button and tug the shirt out of his pants.
The stretchy lace fabric hugs my hips, G string panties above dark thigh highs flash as I continue to roll my hips, the skirt now gathered at my waist.
“Atta girl, Anna! Woot! Woot!” Carrie claps her hands above her head, grinning and eyeing my crotch.
Byron shrugs his muscular, tanned shoulders from the shirt and he tosses it, in Dani’s direction. I have to smile when she catches it, brings it to her nose, inhaling deeply and feigning a swoon. She puts one hand across her brow and collapses back onto the sofa she’s sitting on. Josh throws his arms around her and scoops her to her feet.
Byron thrusts his hips forward, head down, eyes glinting at me as he slowly unbuckles and slides the leather belt from their loops. He swings it in his hand as I pull the dress over my breasts, the flesh popping up from the constraining demi bra.
He keeps the belt in his one hand but the other, flips the button on his trousers and slides the zipper down. Oh my. His cock IS hard. It pops out of the opening, hanging heavy, almost horizontal. Fuck, it looks just…so…suck-able.
I place my two fingers on my lips and slide them into my mouth, in and out.
“Anna! That’s so fucking hot!”
“Anna, suck it.”
“Anna, you got him on the run.”
All of this seeps into my consciousness. The crowd loves me! I pull my fingers from my mouth and turn around, bend over and wiggle the bare cheeks of my ass at Byron. There. Take that, Sir!
Thwack! His belt nips one of my ass cheeks. I jump, causing my breast to pop up, revealing half of my nipples. Fuck! That felt good though. I bend over once more and taunt him for more.
He rewards me with two sound whacks, one on each cheek. I moan but remain in position, turn my head to look at him and slowly lick my lower lip.
People start chanting my name. “An-Na. An-Na. An-Na.” I know I have them in my corner. Now…if only Byron would fill my corner…
I pivot my waist up and
down, mimicking a ‘fuck me’ movement. He steps behind me, hand on his cock, directing it, while his other hand pulls the fabric of my G-string to the side. His cock presses against my opening, hands fly to my hips and he stabs me with that glorious, thick cock. Oh Jesus, it’s so hard and huge!
“Ahhh…” The sigh rolls from my throat. I fall farther forward, rest my hands on the floor as he rocks into me, long, deep strokes. People have changed their chant, now they seem to be on his side. ‘Fuck her! Fuck her! Give it to her Byron!” I hear Mason’s voice mingled with the others, and that turns me on even more.
It feels so good, his cock fucking my cunt, people watching, getting turned on…but I raise my torso, push his hands off me and step away.
I lift the dress over my head and toss it at Carrie. I smile when I see her drag it along her satin covered pussy. Oh yeah, it’s not just my dress that will be tickling her there, later.
“Skin! Skin! Skin!” This crowd can’t get there fast enough. I see Mason standing next to Sylvia, his head bent nibbling her neck, hand around her waist. He’s not the only guy that’s turned on. Derek is on her other side, his hand inside her robe, kneading her breast. His side faces me and I smile as he humps her leg between his.
Fuck, this is sooooo hot! I’ve never felt more sexy and alive! There’s an older couple, probably in their sixties standing next to Derek. The guy has a bit of a tummy and his partner, a woman wearing a full corset with a saloon girl type skirt is rubbing his cock. I glance up and see their glowing smiles.
I reach behind me and strain upward with my hands to unclasp the hooks on the bra. Byron has kicked his shoes off and is sliding his pants down his thighs, lifting his legs.
Oh fuck. I can’t let him beat me. He’s almost there and the God damned hooks are being impossible. Carrie scrambles forward and her fingers tug at them. “There!”
