Swinging At the Keys

by Reed James

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?” he asked, grinding his hard rod into her ass.

  “Oh, yes!” she laughed. “I'm going to be so naughty tonight. And you know what that means?”

  “I'll have to make your pretty, pale ass glow when we get home.”

  She shuddered. Being spanked by Frank was the most intimate experience. It was the line she wouldn't cross. No matter how many lovers she might fuck in front of her husband, she would never let one bend her over his lap and spank her pert bottom. That was for her Master and love alone. It was the second rule she had given herself, added to their one rule—only indulge with each other. Anything else was cheating. Evie had toed that line the night she let Officer Connoly fuck her instead of arresting her. She had gambled on Frank's desires.

  And it had paid off. They had a new intimacy. No secrets from each other. No desire was too obscene or taboo to shared.

  “I'm going to fuck them both tonight,” she purred as her husband groped her tit. “At the same time. While you watch.”

  “So naughty,” Frank groaned.

  He lifted the hem of her skirt, and the two men's eyes lit up as they witnessed her neatly-trimmed, dark bush between her pale thighs. Frank had given his blessing—the game was on. The men walked over.

  “You have such a beautiful wife,” the first said, grinning at her.

  “You must be so proud,” the second, taller man said.

  “You have no idea,” Frank answered, dropping her skirt.

  “Such passion burns inside her,” the first smiled, reaching out to caress her cheek. “More passion than any, one man can handle, no?”

  “I can handle her.” Her husband squeezed her tit, then rolled her nipple through the fabric of her dress; she gasped as such wonderful pleasure tingled through her. “She's my little bird and sings whenever I command.”

  “Oh, yes,” Evie groaned, the pleasure from her nipple shooting straight to her dripping pussy. “He brings the sweetest sighs from my lips.”

  “I would love to hear you sing my name,” the tall one grinned.

  “And what is your name?”

  He reached out, playing with a lock of her hair. “I am Samir, and he is Tony.”

  “I'm Evie, and he's Frank.”

  Tony's hand slid down her cheek and neck to fondle her other breast. “How lovely to make your acquaintance.”

  Pleasure burned through Evie as two men played with her tits. It was intoxicating to have so many hunky men drool over her. At thirty-five, she still had it, attracting a pair of young bucks. Tony's finger slipped inside her dress, rubbing her nipple directly.

  “Umm, do you always grope a woman you've just met?”

  “Yes, when she has a pair of breasts as magnificent as yours,” he grinned. That smile is to die for.

  “We must dance with you,” Samir purred, still playing with her hair. “You have set fire to our souls, and we must make you ours. For a while.”

  “Ask my husband,” she moaned. “He's my Master.” She looked behind her. “Can I sing for these men, Master?”

  “Yeah,” he groaned.

  His arms went slack, and Samir took her hand, pulling her away from Frank. She shot her husband a flashing smile as the two men pressed around her. Frank's eyes were fixed on hers as he backed off the dance floor, settling down on the plush love seats that dotted the wall. Beside him, two women were in the throes of passion, their tops off as they ground and tribbed each other.

  But Frank had eyes only for her.

  “Can you feel how much your beauty has stirred my soul?” Samir asked, his hard-on grinding into her ass.

  “Did I do that?” Evie gasped, rubbing her butt into his crotch.

  “You did?” His mouth found her ear, his hands her breasts. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I think I can help you out,” she moaned, then took his hand, shoving it between her legs. “Your eyes on me stirred my passions to a froth.”

  She shuddered as his finger penetrated her, sliding deep inside her. Then he pulled out, holding his glistening finger to her lips. She tasted her spice, moaning as her tongue swirled around his finger, sucking hard to clean every last trace of her passion off him.

  “You burn so hot!” Samir groaned.

  Tony moved in closer, pressing against her, and she could feel the steel of his ardor grinding into her aching pussy. Pleasure writhed through her, and she humped his jeans, her clit rasping on the rough material.

  “Oh, god!” she moaned, her head lolling back; Frank watched her intently. Her new lovers' hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, stroking her sides, fanning the furnace inside her. “You are so wicked to touch a married woman like that!”

  “We're going to do so much more than this,” Samir whispered, jabbing his bulging cock into her ass. He felt so big and she pressed her rear against his pants, delighting in the feel of his girth.

  “Umm, what are you going to do to me?”

  “I'm going to unzip my pants, stick my cock in your juicy cunt, and then I'm going to fuck your gorgeous ass while your husband watches.”

  “That will make me sing beautifully!” Evie giggled, reaching behind her, pushing her hand between their bodies and finding the zipper to his pants. She fixed her eyes on Frank, smiling at him, and unzipped another man's fly, pulling out his hard cock.

  Frank shifted, sitting on the edge of his seat, his hands rubbing his hard-on.

  She shoved Samir's cock between her legs, guiding him to her dripping hole. Tony's hands found her tits, squeezing them as he humped against her clit. Her blood boiled, she was so close to erupting already.

  His cock penetrated her in the middle of the dance floor, couples grinding all about them; she felt so wicked. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, her body shivering as pleasure washed through her. She sang into Tony's neck as Samir buried all the way inside her climaxing hole.

  “Oh, what a hot pussy!” Samir hissed. “You will not be disappointed, Tony.”

  “How could I not?” the second man laughed. “She's a horny, hot wife.”

  “A naughty wife!” Evie moaned. She saw a flash of red, and smiled as a gorgeous redhead sat down next to Frank. He deserved to have his fun, too.

  “I need a taste,” Tony groaned, grinding harder against her.

  “She's all yours,” Samir answered, pulling his cock out of her wet hole. He slid it up, pressing it between the cheeks of her ass, searching for the passage to her bowels, leaving a trail of her sticky passion.

  Tony wasted no time. His hands ripped his zipper down and he deftly fished out his cock. Her legs spread and she gasped as he drove into her, pushing her back against Samir's questing cock. His head found her asshole, Tony's hammering thrusts driving Samir's cock into her tight ass.

  “That's it!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck! I'm so full!”

  “What a slutty wife!” gasped Toni as he pumped away.

  There was no mistaking what was going on now. The couples dancing around them flashed hungry smiles as they watched the men fuck both her holes, double penetrating her like a wanton slut. She loved their gazes. Frank was watching her be naughty, and now so were all these strangers. Her lust grew and grew as the cocks pumped both of her holes.

  “That's it, slut!” hissed Samir. “Be free! Be our whore while your husband watches!”

  “I bet he never fucks you this hard?” grunted Tony.

  “Oh, yes!” she gasped, not really caring what they were saying. She was beyond their dirty talk, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Her rapture neared, her head lolled back. “Fuck me!” she screamed, letting everyone hear her naughty moans. “Pound my ass and cunt! Fuck me while my husband watches! I'm such a naughty wife!”

  “Yes, you are!” Samir growled, his hands squeezing her tits as he drove his hard rod over and over into her ass.

  Her orgasm overcame her.

  The music pounded through her, matching the pulses of passion surging from the depths of her femininity.
She moaned, writhing between the two men. Tony's lips sucked at her neck; Samir's hands pinched her nipples. And both their cocks pumped in and out of her naughty holes.

  Every eye was upon her. Men roared their applause and women clapped their approval. All her fantasy were made flesh, burning inside her. Her head lolled and she saw her husband's eyes fixed on hers, savoring her passion as the redhead sucked his cock.

  A single thought screamed in her mind: I'm doing this for you as much as me, Frank!

  And their wonderful cocks kept pumping in her, driving her back to rapture.

  “Fuck, she has a tight cunt!” Tony moaned. “You are one hot pussy!”

  “I am!” she purred. “And my hot pussy's hungry for some cream!”

  His hand dug into the flesh of her thigh as he pumped faster, grunting in her ear. “I'm going to shower your cunt with my love!”

  She gave a throaty purr! “Do it! I need it so bad!”

  “And what about your ass?” demanded Samir, his fingers squeezing her nipple, sending hot flashes down to her sex. “Does your ass want to be flooded!”

  “Oh, my ass is on fire!” Evie panted, savoring the sensations of two hard shafts sliding through her flesh, sending wonderful pleasure to her core, building her to another screaming orgasm. “Use your big hose and douse the flames!”

  “My pleasure!” Samir laughed, nipping her ear. “I'm always happy to help a hot, slutty wife in need!”

  “And I'm in so much need!” Evie purred as the two men hammered her pussy and ass. “I need so much cum!”

  “You're going to get your wish!” grinned Tony. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt over her waist and gripped her hips as he drove with deep, powerful strokes into her, his groin crushing her clit; sparks exploded inside her.

  “Oh, keep that up, stud! You're going to make me cum again!”

  “Good!” Tony grunted. “Cum. Let us hear your sweet song again!”

  His squeezing fingers were iron, digging into Evie's flesh as his strokes drove Samir's cock even deeper into her bowels. Liquid warmth flooded her pussy as Tony buried his cumming shaft all the way into her depths.

  “Feed my pussy!” she gasped, her next climax about to overwhelm the naughty wife.

  Tony grunted, pulling out, naughty juices rolling down her thighs. Samir thrust harder, his hands sliding down to grasp her stomach, pulling Evie back onto his impaling rod. Her ass was so on fire and needed to be doused. Her hips writhed, meeting his thrusts, squeezing her ass down on his dick.

  “I still want to hear you sing, songbird,” purred Tony, his hands pushing between her thighs. He found Evie's clit, rubbing hard, pleasure roaring through her as her little bud was massaged.

  “Oh, shit!” she gasped. “Keep doing that and I'll make beautiful music!”

  His fingers flew across Evie's sensitive bud, the pleasure shuddering faster through her body, escaping out her lips as sweet sighs. The friction on her clit shot straight to the fire growing inside her. She exploded! Such rapture surged through her body. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing out more of Tony's cum to drip down her thighs, and her ass writhed about Samir's invading cock.

  “That's it, little wife! Cum on my cock! It's much bigger than your husbands, isn't it?”

  “Yes!” she gasped, losing herself in the fantasy.

  “Here it cums, slutty wife!”

  “Yes! Cum in me! I need it so bad!”

  Warmth spurted. His cock kept hammering Evie's ass as he flooded her with his seed. He grunted, squeezing her breasts. Then his thrust slowed and he held her, Evie's body swaying with the music as her orgasm dwindled. He nuzzled her neck, kissing her then cooing, “You are an amazing woman, songbird.”

  “Umm, you weren't so bad either.”

  “Why don't you come back to our loft,” he continued. “And we can have so much more fun tonight.”

  Evie froze, flashing her husband a glance, her body aching to tango with these men some more. But the rule...

  Chapter Three: Personal Guide

  Frank's stomach twisted in knots as he watched Evie grind between the two dusky, young men, lapping up their attention like a sponge soaking up water. His cock was rock hard, delighting in the scene even as jealousy roiled within him. He hated watching her with other men, and loved how excited it made him.

  Evie's eyes caught his, smiling at him as she reached behind her and unzipped Samir's pants. He squeezed his hands on his thighs, his palm sweaty, as she drew out another man cock, slipping it between her legs. Then she gasped as the man thrust home into her pussy.

  Frank couldn't peel his eyes away if he wanted to. Another man was fucking his wife. He wanted to go over there and punch the man, but his dick begged him to sit still and watch her be as naughty and wanton as a whore.

  “Your woman seems to have found other admires.”

  Frank barely glanced at the redhead that sat next to him, her large breasts straining the low-cut bodice of a champagne-party dress. She leaned into him, her fiery-red hair setting off her porcelain face, green eyes, and pouty lips.

  “For now,” Frank answered.

  “Is she your girlfriend?”

  “My wife,” he answered. “Evie.”

  “What a lovely name,” the woman purred, setting her hand on his thigh; electricity ran through him and he was all too aware of her plunging cleavage hovering on the edges of his vision. “I'm Grace.”

  “Frank.”

  “Such a terse man,” she cooed. “I like that. You don't waste time. You take your pleasures where you want them, don't you, Frank.”

  “Yes, I do,” he growled.

  “And so does your lovely wife,” she laughed, her hand stroking up to the bulge in his pants. “It excites you to watch her.”

  He didn't answer. Tony had just stuck his dick into his wife's pussy, driving her ass onto Samir's cock. Does she like their cocks more than mine? Such thoughts always haunted Frank when he watched her with another man. She always came back to him, but he feared that one day she wouldn't. He trusted Evie, but he had learned just how passionate she was when she had fucked Officer Connolly in front of him, moaning at how big his Black cock was.

  He wanted to walk across the room and take his wife from the men and fuck her himself.

  But she was having so much pleasure, and he didn't want to take that away from her. He would just have to trust her to always come back to him.

  Grace's lips found his cheek. “Your eyes burn for her. I can see the pain. It hurts you that she's so free with other men.” Her hand squeezed on his cock. “But you also find it so intoxicating. It's a drug that you just can't shake.”

  He glanced at the woman, her green eyes knowing. It was true; part of him wished to have Evie all to himself, but his wife let him indulge in his fantasies and he needed to let her experience her own. That was love, desiring the best for your partner even if that meant she wanted to fuck another guy. After all, he wanted to fuck other women.

  Fair was fair.

  “You must hate it when she goes off with her lovers, sitting at home, waiting for her to come back, fearing she never will.”

  “She doesn't do that,” Frank answered.

  “Really?”

  “Our rules. Only together.” They had bent them for Evie's trip to Chicago, but the webcam made it almost like being there. “Anything else is cheating.”

  Those green eyes lit up. “How wonderful for you two to have such love that can survive in this place.”

  “You sound jealous.”

  “Envious,” she purred, her hand unzipping his cock. “Let me experience a taste of what keeps that woman with you.”

  Frank grunted as she leaned down, her breath hot on his cock. Her tongue licked out, swirling about him. He groaned, hips thrusting to meet her lips. His eyes found his wife as she writhed between her young lovers, their cocks spearing both her holes, and her sweet song echoing over the pulsing music. She was radiant, burning with joy.

  Grace sucked hi
s cock into her lips, her mouth hungry as she sucked hard. He let his fingers tangle in her fiery curls, his breath coming in gasps as he savored her mouth. Evie was cumming, convulsing between her lovers, that beautiful face twisted in passion.

  “That's it,” he grunted. “Cum, my little songbird. Be their whore! You are so naughty. I'm going to have to discipline you!”

  Grace chuckled about his cock, adding a momentary hum that left him shuddering, his balls bursting to cum. Not yet. He wanted to savor this blowjob and watch as his wife enjoyed her lovers. The men were fucking her harder, nearing their own orgasms as Evie came down from hers. They stroked her flesh, nuzzled her neck, and whispered dirty words that Frank wished he could hear.

  “Such a dirty, naughty wife!” he grunted. “I'm going to make her ass glow red for being such a tramp tonight!”

  Grace sucked harder, her fingers squeezing his balls. Frank pushed her mouth deeper down his cock, not caring if the strange woman wanted to deep throat him. He couldn't peel his eyes away from his wife. She was so wild and beautiful, her black hair flying as she writhed and moaned. She was building to another orgasm, the first man spent.

  “Cum!” he growled, bobbing Grace's head up and down his cock. “I want to see you cum, Evie! Be their whore!”

  Evie shuddered and gasped, pressing against Samir as he erupted into her ass. Evie's body slowed to a sensuous shiver, and then she was pulling away. They talked to her, his heart beat faster. Frank could tell that they wanted his wife to leave with them. His stomach twisted in knots, his cock never seemed harder as the redhead pleasured him. Would she stay, or would she abandon him for her new young lovers?

  Her head shook, she glanced at him, smiling, and then she walked towards him. Frank's heart beat for joy—she chose me.

  His smile was broad, and hers matched it. “I see you found a way to amuse yourself,” she smiled, holding out her hand. He took it, squeezing her, then she sat down on the love seat, her hand touching the red hair of the woman.

  He kissed her, putting all the affection he could into the kiss and groaned into her lips. His cock erupted, flooding the strange woman's mouth. He moaned into his wife's kiss, thrusting his tongue into her lips as he shook and convulsed. Pulses of cum flooded Grace's hungry mouth, her throat swallowing.