You gotta play the game to the fullest. You never know when it will end.
The best summer ever has to end sometime. Jen and Brett Andrews have reveled in their erotic threesome with summer housemate Sarah Creston—but it’s August, and she’ll have to leave.
How do they react? For starters, they branch out to a new sizzling encounter with a Latino couple who’ve been flirting with them on the lifestyle site. Addition is so much better than subtraction.
Sarah wastes no time, either. Worried about Ryan after his heart attack, she arranges a private threesome with him and Donna to ease him back into the play scene, then makes her own moves to line up possible future playmates.
As a finale, Jen and Brett stage a house party to die for.
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Summer’s End
Copyright © 2013 Adriana Kraft
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Summer’s End
Swinging Games Book Eleven
By
Adriana Kraft
Trying not to smile at the all-too-familiar awkward moment, Jennifer Andrews blew her husband a kiss and swiveled her chair so she could give Angelica Santiago what she hoped was one of her best seductive smiles. The wiry Latina and her husband, Rico, had been fun dinner companions, with conversation ranging from kids, to careers, to experiences with swinging. Now the four of them sat in Jen and Brett’s hotel suite, waiting for someone to make the next move.
The couple had proven to be as intriguing as Jen and Brett hoped. Angelica, a former thoroughbred jockey, was now an assistant trainer. Rico, who had trained horses early on, now primarily worked as a bloodstock agent, helping match up sellers and buyers for no doubt a handsome fee. Rico, like his wife, was in his mid-fifties. He had a cute, small mustache and salt-and-pepper hair. Jen couldn’t decide which of the two she like the most. Both laughed easily and seemed quite comfortable with each other—and, apparently, with the progression of the evening.
Jen caught each of them lustfully eyeing her long legs, which she’d purposefully showed off by wearing white thigh-highs with a black mini. Had either of them caught a glimpse of her bare pussy? Brett had encouraged her to go commando. It always thrilled him to know that his wife, sitting beside him at a restaurant looking like a fairly typical soccer mom or grandmother, was bare and ready for play. On more than one occasion when they’d met a couple who bored them to tears, his hand would squeeze her thigh, letting her know they’d have a good time as soon as they could make their excuses and ditch the bland couple across from them.
But not tonight. No, they both were eager to take things to the next level with Angelica and Rico.
Once they’d settled in the suite, however, the conversation had become a bit strained. Jen knew they were each trying to figure out how to gracefully begin the play part of the evening. Given her experience with swinging, it no longer surprised her that even for experienced swingers, getting the clothes off and getting onto the bed could sometimes be quite daunting.
Brett grimaced at her. Rico looked furtively at his wife and then at Jen.
Jen chuckled and stood, extending her hand to the wiry, brown-skinned woman. “Come on, Angelica. If we’re going to play, which I assume we all want to do, it looks like it’s up to us to start things rolling. Our men are too gentlemanly to make the first move. Besides, I want to see those perky breasts that have been playing peek-a-boo with me all evening.”
Flashing a quick, easy smile, the shorter woman rose to her feet and took Jen’s hand. “How about a little kiss to warm me up?” She giggled. “Not that I need a lot of additional warming up. I so want to taste that bare pussy of yours.”
“And me yours,” Jen murmured, ducking down to hug the smaller woman and slant her mouth across Angelica’s parted lips. Their kiss started slow and quickly deepened. Angelica pushed her tongue into Jen’s mouth and Jen sucked on it greedily. She cradled the woman’s tight little ass and they ground their hips together.
They parted, catching their breath. Jen loved the sparkle and lust snapping in Angelica’s dark eyes. “You have an incredibly tight body,” Jen said. “I work out…but wow.” She glanced over her shoulder at Brett, still sitting in the cushioned chair. “You’re going to love how fit she is.”
He nodded, but did not speak.
“Later,” she murmured, redirecting her attention to her newest lover. “Let’s get this blouse off of you. You must work out a lot.”
Angelica shrugged, tugging on Jen’s pullover top. “Some. When you ride horses for a living, you’d better stay in shape. Being a jockey is dangerous enough. Hey—you’re going to have to raise your arms for me get this off of you.”
With three buttons yet to undo on Angelica’s blouse, Jen raised her arms high so Angelica could tug off her top.
“Oh my,” Angelica said, cradling Jen’s breasts. “Look at these, Rico. She has the reddest nipples I’ve ever seen. And look how long they’re getting when I pull on them like this. Is it okay to twist them?”
Jen nodded, shuddered and closed her eyes as Angelica’s tongue slid over her right boob while Angelica twisted Jen’s left nipple back and forth. “Jesus,” she murmured, “I have to warn you. I have very sensitive tits.”
“Me, too,” Angelica chortled. “I can orgasm if someone plays with my titties just so. And you?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re already revving me up. Help me get your blouse off—but don’t stop what your tongue is doing.”
With some effort, Angelica undid the last buttons and shrugged off her blouse, all the while keeping a steady rhythm sucking Jen’s breast.
“Oh, my God, that’s incredible.” Jen slid her hands down Angelica’s bare back, pulling the woman closer. “Your skin is so smooth. I need to touch you.”
Angelica found the zipper at the side of Jen’s skirt and pulled it down just as Jen did the same to the dark skirt Angelica wore. Never stopping loving her boob, Angelica kicked off her skirt, then Jen stepped out of hers. Jen glanced down at Angelica and couldn’t help laughing—they’d both chosen to wear thigh-highs without panties.
Feeling her own climax building, Jen didn’t hesitate to slide a hand down between them to find Angelica’s pussy. Not surprisingly, her finger slipped in with ease. “Damn, you’re bare and fucking wet. Suck my tit harder. Pinch the other nipple harder. Oh, yeah. I’m almost there.” Adding a second finger to Angelica’s pussy, Jen drove both fingers in and out. The woman’s scent filled her nostrils. The slapping noise echoed across the room. Jen glanced over at the men to see both of them flexing their hard cocks.
She kissed the top of Angelica’s head and began to shudder. “Come with me.”
She felt Angelica’s teeth scrape
her nipple, then gasped when Angelica took nearly her whole tit in her mouth.
“That’s it!” Jen screamed. “Come with me. Don’t stop!”
Jen fought to stay focused as an orgasm rippled from her breasts to her pussy and back again. She concentrated on bringing Angelica to the brink and beyond. “Yes, you’re coming. I can feel you. You’re so soaking wet.”
Backing away from her lover, Jen dropped to her knees. “I’ve got to taste you. Now!”
She withdrew her fingers and quickly replaced them with her tongue. Clasping Angelica’s ass in both hands, she rocked the smaller woman back and forth across her tongue.
“Oh, my God!” Angelica wailed, grabbing Jen’s head and hugging her tight. “I’m coming again. So hard. So fucking hard.”
Jen caught the first wave of Angelica’s flow on her tongue and then swallowed. Wave after wave she swallowed until Angelica collapsed in her arms. Jen kissed the woman’s belly one last time and beamed a smile at her. “You taste wonderful. Let’s get you on the bed. From the looks of the guys, we aren’t going to have very long to recover. They’ve been patient.”
Angelica stretched out on her back crosswise on the bed, blinked, and sighed softly. “They do look eager.” She curled a finger toward Brett. “You’ve got something I want. Badly. Your wife has me more than primed, but I need a cock now. And that’s the one I want. Why don’t you lie beside me, Jen? Let’s let the men do the work. They’ve enjoyed the show. Now they can do their part.”
“Excellent.” By the time she settled next to Angelica and spread her legs, Rico was right there with cock in hand.
Jen played with her pussy, teasing him. “See anything you want? Why don’t you slip a condom on? We can try other things later. Right now that guy in your hand is what I want, right here.”
While Rico grabbed a condom off the nightstand and did the honors, Jen glanced over at Brett, who was two steps ahead them. She watched his encased cock slowly entering Angelica for the first time.
The Latina raised her legs and draped her heels over Brett’s shoulders. Brett sank deeper into her heat. “Yes,” Angelica purred, “you’ve reached bottom. Now fuck me hard and fast. I’ve wanted this since I first saw your pic. Slow later. Now, hard and fast.”
“No problem,” Brett grunted, “I’ve been waiting for this, too. You’ve been teasing me all night flashing this hot little pussy at me.”
Jen watched Brett rear back and plunge into his partner.
“And me, too,” Rico growled, entering Jen cautiously. “I know your pussy winked at me more than once earlier.”
“Glad you enjoyed the show. Nice,” Jen murmured, scooching forward to get the right fit. Rico wasn’t exceptionally long by any means, but he was wider than most she’d experienced. “Easy…almost. There.” She caught Rico’s concerned expression and flashed him a smile. “Now that we’ve got you in, I want what your wife is getting—a good hard fucking. Think you can manage that?”
Rico’s nose flared. Jen couldn’t make out what he might have said. All she knew was he filled her very nicely, and then his hips took off, matching Brett’s. “Holy shit,” she squealed. “Fantastic! So wide.” She hooked her ankles behind his ass. “Give it to me. Hurry. I am so open.”
She glanced quickly at Angelica, whose eyes were wide. She’d stuffed a fist in her mouth. Jen grabbed her arm. “Don’t hold back. Brett loves a screamer.”
Jen interlaced her fingers with Angelica’s and squeezed hard. She thrust back at Rico and grinned at Brett—this night was definitely living up to their expectations. “Fuck us!” she wailed.
“Fuck us!” Angelica echoed.
“So damn hot,” Brett bellowed, sliding his hands under Angelica’s bottom. He easily hoisted her off the bed and lunged forward, then back and in again. “I’m coming.”
Angelica’s eyes squeezed tight as she obviously rode the crest of yet another wave. “Yes, give it to me.”
Jen stretched her legs straight up high, knowing the effect that move had on her pussy muscles. That plus the visual nearly always guaranteed triggering her lovers.
“Damn, woman,” Rico yelped, pistoning faster and faster. “Can’t hold on…here I come.”
“I’m on the edge,” Jen wailed. “Fuck me faster.”
Rico fingered her clit and Jen exploded. “Son of a bitch. That’s it! More.”
Bracing herself, she took everything Rico gave her. At last, he slowed. Dazed, she looked at Rico’s wife beaming her a smile before sliding over to kiss her long and deep. Both men continued pumping slowly into each other’s wife, no doubt trying to memorize the scene before them. Jen sighed into Angelica’s mouth. She’d certainly have some muscle memory come morning of this evening fun. And she truly doubted they were even close to finished.
* * * *
“Rico, I can’t remember Jen ever being this insatiable with a new couple.” Sitting next to Rico on the gaucho, Brett kept his gaze on his wife. Jen was leaning back in the swivel chair with her long legs wrapped snugly around Angelica, who was taking her time nibbling on Jen’s labia.
“It’s been a helluva night.” Both men watched his wife’s tight ass swaying about as she worked her tongue and finger deeper into Jen. “You two have been a real find, Brett. Glad to see you guys have enjoyed meeting us as much as we’ve enjoyed meeting you.”
Slipping his boxers back on, Brett nodded in agreement. “I may not be able to move in the morning. Damn, when your wife rides a guy…she’s fucking amazing.”
“I know what you mean. She is a jockey. And she can be a bit greedy at times, like right now. But there was no way she was going to leave without tasting Jennifer.“ Rico grinned broadly. “Jen is one sweet tasting lady. Damn, look at them. Angelica’s almost got her. Go for it, babe. Eat her good. She’s about to come all over your face.”
Brett saw what Rico saw. Jen’s hips began lurching up off the chair. With her head flung back, she started to moan that familiar moan. “Go for it, Jen. Give Angelica what she wants. Let it go.”
Jen grabbed the back of Angelica’s head and bucked. “Coming! Don’t stop! I’m coming.” Her heels pounded Angelica’s back and she pulled on her ears. And then she collapsed back into the chair, looking totally drained.
Angelica withdrew her finger from Jen’s depths, then took her time licking and cleaning Jen’s wet pussy. “Tasty. Yummy. You are one hot chick. Even your juices are hot. Do you have more for me?”
“So good, baby,” Jen cooed. “But no more.” She hugged Angelica to her mid-section. “I’m done. I hope that was enough for you.”
Angelica sighed softly, then rose and kissed Jen lightly on the lips. “That was amazing. You taste so delicious. I’m so happy you guys responded to our email. And this will have to do until next time.”
“I wish you guys could spend the night,” Jen said, brushing strands of dark hair from Angelica’s forehead.
“We do, too,” Rico said, pulling on his pants, “but my darling wife has to be at the track by 5:00 AM to exercise horses. She’s going to be cussing a blue streak when that alarm goes off at 4:00.”
“So true,” Angelica said. “Next time, maybe we can plan ahead so we can stay longer.” She stepped into her skirt. “This was fantastic, guys.” Brett felt her eyes on him. “And I mean both of you. You guys know how to play.”
Brett watched Jen steady herself on wobbly legs and reach for her robe. “You guys will let us know if you can come to our party next Saturday night? We’d love to have you and introduce you to a few of our friends.”
“No guarantees,” Rico replied, “but we’ll see if we can rearrange our calendars. We usually have to plan things fairly far ahead.”
“We understand,” Brett said. “Usually we have to, too, but the woman who has spent the summer with us has to go back home, so we wanted to have a party for her. Sarah wants it to be an end of summer party rather than a good-bye party.”
“She sounds like lots of fun,” Angelica said. “She just a
bout has to be, if she spent the whole summer with you guys.”
“Hopefully we can reconnect before we travel to Keeneland in mid-September,” Rico said. “Just remember, I’ll have box seats reserved for you for the Breeder’s Cup at Churchill in November. You put that in your cell calendar earlier.”
“I’ve got it,” Jen said. “We’ll really try to get together before you leave for Keeneland if you can’t make it next week.”
Fully dressed, Angelica leaned in to kiss Jen. “And Lexington isn’t all that much farther than Louisville. It’s a great place to visit in the fall.”
“Okay, guys, we really have to go, or I’m going to have to pry Angelica out of bed. Let’s check our calendars and figure something out. We’ll let you know one way or another about your party.”
“Just know we’d love to come,” Angelica interjected. “But I’m not sure we can get the backup we need that quickly.”
“Do what you can,” Brett said, taking her in his arms. “It’s been a lot of fun. Next time, rear-entry. I want to feel your tight ass in my hands.”
Angelica giggled. “Guess we didn’t get around to everything.” She brushed her lips across his. “I do like a man to ride my ass.”
Brett watched his wife unfold herself from Rico and their goodbye kiss. Rico then turned toward him and they did the standard backslapping hug thing. “Oh, I should probably let you know, if you decide to come to our party you are likely to see some male-male action. Don’t know if that’s a turn off for you.”
“No problem, man,” Rico said, his mouth turning up into a smile. “I like cock now and then, too.”
He turned and shepherded his wife toward the door. “Be good, guys.”
“You, too.” Jen said.
“Safe trip.” Brett said.
He waited until the door close and then turned to Jen. “Wow,” he said, extending his arms to her.
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