by Mia Moore
I giggled at the thought and looked across at him. His eyes were fastened on the screen, roaming over Cindy’s bare breasts, full and high topped with small, dark nipples. Her arms were above her head, bent in a graceful arc, while her legs lolled open, revealing plump, bare, pussy lips. You could even see the tiny bud of her clit peeking through. Another jolt of pleasure flooded through my clit, my cunt moist and slippery, licking my lower lip, eyeing her.
He clicked again and this time, she was on her hands and knees, the ivory orbs of her ass with the darker oval of pussy lips facing the camera. She was twisted at the waist so that you could see a pendulous breast but again, her facial features were blurred.
I reached for the crotch of Phil’s pants and sure enough, his shaft was thick and hard as iron. He’d read the invitation in her pose and he’d like to pay her pussy a visit.
As I rubbed him, both of us leering at the screen, my breath caught in my throat. How would I feel watching, if he ever got to fuck Cindy? Could I handle that or would I be jealous? She was after all, quite a little sexpot. Maybe he’d like fucking her so much he wouldn’t want me anymore?
“Phil?”
“Yes?” It came out kind of like a croak, so lost was he in the sight before him.
“I’m scared.”
His head swiveled and he faced me, concern flowing from his eyes like a warm blanket. “Of what? Of this? It’s only shitz and gigglez. We don’t have to actually DO any of this. It’s fun to look at though.” His hand left my pussy where he’d been trying to insert his fingers.
The back of my neck became tense and my hand halted on the fabric in his crotch. “I know but…we both want to try this. But, what if when we meet other people, we get too close and end up fighting or something? I wouldn’t want that.”
He rubbed my thigh and leaned in, close to my face. “Me either. But from what I read last night, it’s all about communication and honesty. I mean, we’re here, and we’ve joined this site because we were honest with each other, that this would be fun to try. We don’t have to jump in head first. We’ll take it slow when we meet another couple. We talk first and set limits…try things out to see how we feel. The important thing is honestly telling the other how we feel.” He smiled still gazing into my eyes, “One of their members, giving advice to newbies, wrote to go slow. Take baby steps.”
I could feel my body relax and I returned his smile. “Okay? Say we meet a couple, Cindy and Hank for example, and you dance with Cindy. Then you check with me to see how I feel about that. If I’m okay, then maybe you kiss her.”
“Yeah. That sounds about right.” He kissed me, his fingers prying into my panties, successfully this time. Oh God, when he touched my clit it was wonderful. “I love you Maggie. Nothing or no one will ever change that.”
I kissed him softly, sighed into his lips, “I love you too.” He’d said exactly the right words to reassure me. It was true, I loved him more in that moment than ever.
His cock was hard beneath my palm, straining at the coarse cotton of his shorts.
I broke our kiss, my eyes sparkling above a sly grin. “Let’s do our profile for the site.” I stood up and took his hand. “Time for some naughty pics.”
I walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway, shedding my shirt, bra and skirt along the way, doing a pretty good stripper routine. Behind me, Phil whistled and yowled as each article of clothing landed on the floor.
When I got to the bedroom, the lace panties ended up draped over the lampshade on my bedside table.
I flounced onto the bed, my pinkie finger between my lips and watched as he retrieved the camera from the top shelf of the closet. It didn’t get much use these days with our cell phones always being so handy.
When he was ready, the camera focused in front of him, I raised my arms above my head and smiled—an inviting, lewd smile. I swung my legs open displaying everything, just like Cindy had done.
“Play with yourself.” Phil’s voice was a low rumble, flashing shots from different angles.
Oh God, I was like a porn star, sliding my index finger between my pussy lips and rolling it over my clit. It was hot and dirty. That’s what I was—a dirty slut. My finger moved quicker and my pelvis rocked up and down. Lust seared through my body, my heart pounding hard, wanting to orgasm in front of the camera. Fuck, it was good.
“My turn.” Phil set the camera down and pulled his shirt over his head.
I slid my finger from my pussy and sighed. God, I’d been so close to coming but he was right. I needed to get some pics of him for the profile. I smiled and sat up. Actually, feeling horny like this would work out well when we contacted Cindy and Hank. There was no way we were not sending them an email.
I picked up the camera and exchanged places with Phil, giving his cock a little rub on my way by, not that he needed my hand to get him hard. You could have hung a flag on that pole of his.
Just like any Playgirl pin-up model he lay on his back, hand was under his head, arm relaxed and angled out to reveal a broad hairy chest and flat stomach. One leg was straight while the other was bent lolling to the side, displaying his thick hard shaft rising from the darkness of his pubic hair, like the proverbial Phoenix. His two forefingers pinched the base, holding it ramrod straight.
“No head shots. I made sure your face wasn’t in the photos. Cindy and Hank’s faces were blanked out but I don’t have the software to do that. Well, I DO but it would take too much time. We want to get this posted right away, don’t we?” He wagged his cock at me and grinned.
“For sure.” I took a few shots, varying the angles to get the best one. “C’mon. Let’s get these uploaded.” I smiled and hurried from the room, with Phil close behind.
He popped the card into the machine and the photos appeared on the screen. Holy shit, we looked hot!
With a few clicks of the mouse he inserted them into our profile.
I leaned close to the screen, and grinned. “Let’s send them an email to let them know we’d like to meet them.”
He nodded, his eyes glittering with excitement. His fingers were poised above the keyboard, eyes flitting back and forth across the table. “What do we say? How do these emails go? Christ, where’s Gus when you need him!”
I sat stock still and looked at him. Yeah, how sexy should we get? Oh fuck it. I was horny from the photo shoot. “Let’s be a bit naughty. I think they’d like that. I’ll dictate.”
I cleared my throat and began. “Hi Cindy and Hank. Read your profile and you sound like a great couple. I’m bi-curious (Lola speaking, not Richard, ha, ha). The pics of your body really got me hot. Such luscious tits that I’d like to fondle and then suck the nipples. Wow! Your pussy! I could see your clit peeking through from the dark folds and my mouth watered.” I paused for a moment, squirming in my chair and trying to come up with the next sentence.
“You’re doing good there, Maggie…I mean Lola.” Phil grinned, his eyebrows wiggling up and down.
My breath was coming fast and I rubbed my hands together. “Yeah, this is FUN! New sentence. I’d like to lick your clit like it was a lollipop, long and slow at first and then flick it back and forth real fast. I’d put my fingers inside your cunt and fuck you with them.”
Phil’s hand dropped from the keyboard and rested on his cock. “Jeeze, this is fucking hot.” He rubbed his shaft and then his hand returned to the keyboard.
My kegel muscles were flexing and un-flexing and I squeezed my thighs tight together. He was right. I was so horny.
“After a warm up with you, I’d turn my attention to Hank. What a big cock he has. I’m drooling at the prospect of having that monster in my cunt. You’re a lucky woman! Richard wants to see Hank fuck me. Believe me, Cindy, when Richard fucks you, you’ll scream with pleasure. He can go all night, too.” I reached under the table and took Phil’s cock in my hand. Yeah, she’d like it.
Hell, I’d probably like seeing it despite what I’d thought at first. But I’d go slow, when it came down to ac
tually doing anything, like what Phil had read.
“Check out our profile and if you’d like to get together, let us know.” I watched his fingers fly over the keyboard finishing the email.
“YOU hit send. There’s still time to back out of this and I don’t want to seem like I’m pushing you into anything.” Phil’s face was serious when he looked at me.
I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath before reaching across and clicking the mouse on the ‘send’ icon.
“How long until they get back to us, do you think?” He stood up and pressed his cock into my arm. “Fuck Maggie, this is hot.” His hand drifted to my head, pushing me lower. When he spoke, the words came out of his chest in a growl. “Suck me.”
Oh Jesus, the thrill of lust that shot through my pussy made me swoon. I fell forward out of my chair, reaching for his cock as I knelt before him. I loved it when he got all he-man with me. His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling my mouth onto him, while my other hand slithered between my legs to play with my clit.
I froze at the jarring blare of the doorbell.
OH FUCK! It was Sophie and Gus at the door! I’d forgotten all about them!
Chapter 2: Sophie
“What the hell?” Gus opened the door of his car and scowled at the driver’s seat.
His arm muscles were tight ropes and the ivory knuckles of his hand, clenched the side of the door. He leaned into the interior and scratched at the leather with his thumbnail.
“What’s wrong?” I took a step closer and looked at the seat. A burgundy stain, about the size of a silver dollar, marred the tan colored leather; a blemish in an otherwise mint interior. It was obvious from the shock and annoyance in his eyes that HE hadn’t done that. “How did this happen? You don’t think that Phil or Maggie did it, do you?”
He straightened and smiled weakly. “Yeah. Who knows? Maybe I spilled coffee or something and that’s the first I’ve noticed it.” He shut the door and took my hand. “C’mon. Let’s get my bags.”
From the look in his face and tone of his voice, there was no way he thought he’d done it. That only left Maggie and Phil. But why would either of them do something so mean? It didn’t make sense.
We walked up their walkway and he rang the doorbell before glancing at me with a tight lipped smile. It was hard to read his eyes. Was he annoyed, knowing that they’d done that to his car or was there more? Yesterday, Maggie and Phil had acted pretty weird. There was something going on before I’d arrived and that stain in his car was part of it.
Gus might be FBI and all that, but I’d had some training in enforcement as well. I could tell when something suspicious was afoot.
“Maybe they’re out back in the pool.” He rang the bell again and squeezed my hand.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Maggie, once more, peeked out from behind it. Oh God, not again.
Her face was flushed and she avoided my eyes, “Sorry, we were just—”
“Gus! Sophie. Come in.” Phil’s head appeared beside hers. His eyes shifted to Maggie briefly and he opened the door wide for us. They both wore bath robes, but Maggie’s was loosely tied, open almost to her midriff, revealing the curve of the underside of her breast.
She was naked under the robe—no panty line cinching the flesh of her hip. Her eyes flashed to Gus and then back to Phil.
Oh my God. They were at it again, as if yesterday hadn’t been enough?
I stepped inside, my eyes drifting from Phil to Maggie. “We won’t stay too long—just have to get Gus’s things.” It was hard to act as if everything was normal when Maggie’s face was anything but.
Gus brushed by me and stopped before going down the hallway to the guest room. He looked at Phil with narrow eyes, his lips pulled to the side. “Were you and Maggie in my car after we left, to get something, maybe?”
Phil’s head jerked back, his eyes wide and shook his head from side to side, but Maggie’s face turned scarlet.
“Oh no. It was me. Yesterday. I was…I was walking by with wine in my hand. There was…there was a…a BEE in your car. I…ah…I opened the door and some of my wine spilled onto the seat.” She pulled her lips together, drawing them into her mouth for a moment. “I’ll pay to get it cleaned.”
Gus’s head tilted to the side, his eyebrows tight over narrow eyes, peering at her. “That’s okay. Accidents happen. No problem.”
He glanced at me, eyebrows twitched upward for a moment and turned to walk down the hall to the bedroom. He wasn’t buying that either.
Gus bent and picked something up, a smirk on his face handing it to Phil. I couldn’t see what it was but Phil rushed ahead of him stooping a few times to pick more items off the floor.
He opened a door and tossed whatever he’d retrieved inside and then followed Gus into the guest bedroom. “Too bad your visit’s cut short, but I can understand wanting to be in town.”
They continued talking but it was impossible to hear what he was saying. I turned to Maggie and smiled. “So what are you two doing today? I thought you’d be in the pool since it’s another hot one.”
“Um…we were thinking of it.” Her face was still pink but she smiled and turned, on her way into the kitchen. “I’m parched. Would you like something to drink? Water? Wine? We could go out on the patio and have it there.”
Wine? No way I’d touch any of THEIR wine, not after how they’d been yesterday.
She opened the fridge door and I called out to her, “Maybe a glass of water, please.” I followed her into the kitchen past the dining room table where their laptop was set up. Phil must have been catching up on some office work from home, even though Maggie hated that. They hadn’t even bothered getting dressed and he was working?
“Phil up to it again?”
Maggie turned so fast the glass of water slopped over the rim, onto the floor. “What do you mean?” The words came out like the bullets of a machine gun and she frowned, staring into my eyes.
I jerked back and stared. What was up with her? I don’t know how many times she’s bitched to me about him working too hard. My hand swept back, indicating the laptop. “A holiday weekend and he’s working?”
Two spots of color graced her cheeks, “Oh…oh that. Yeah, but, just a bit.” She handed me the glass and took a few steps to the table to shut the machine’s lid with a sharp bang. She turned and smiled but her eyes refused to meet mine. “I’ll meet you on the patio. I’m going to finish getting dressed and I’ll be right out.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise before I saw the guys come back into the room. Gus set his bags near the door and Phil seemed focused on Maggie and the laptop.
“Phil, would you get something to drink for Gus? I’m going to put some clothes on and then we’ll have a drink on the patio.” Maggie picked the laptop up and started to walk away.
Her husband watched her for a moment before going into the kitchen and opening the fridge. What kind of look had just passed between them? Gus came in the room, and from the way his eyebrows pulled together , mouth askew, I could tell he wasn’t sure what was going on either.
“Here’s a beer, buddy. You two go on out. We’ll be there in a sec.” Phil handed the beer to Gus with a weak smile and disappeared down the hallway.
I clutched Gus’s arm and leaned close to whisper, “What is with those two? It’s almost two thirty in the afternoon and they’re not dressed and they’re acting—“
His finger crossed the middle of his closed lips to silence me. “Let’s go outside.” He glanced down the hallway and urged me forward, out the door.
While we walked to the table by the pool, his voice was still low, “We interrupted them. Her clothes were strewn all along the hallway.”
“They knew we were coming.” I snapped. The chirp and buzz of the cell phone in my pocket interrupted any other comment. I scooped it out and took a seat at the table. Reading the message, my mouth gaped and heart stopped. “It’s the swinger site! Someone sent us an email!” I brushed the screen w
ith a trembling finger pulling email up.
“Aren’t you glad I talked you into syncing the two devices? What’s it say?” Gus leaned over my shoulder, peering at the screen. “Holy fuck…”
“Oh my…” My eyes flew over the sexy email, sitting stock still. “Boy, this Cindy really lays it on the line…what she wants to do with me.”
“Click on their profile. Let’s have a look at them.” Gus’s fingers squeezed my shoulder.
My heart had started again and was now pounding in my ears. I leaned to the side and looked towards the patio door of Maggie’s bedroom. “What if they come out? We can’t—“
“Don’t be silly. I’ll hear them and we can shut it down. I’ve got to see what this woman looks like after all the filthy things she wants to do to you.”
Chapter 3: Phil
I walked into the bedroom to find Maggie slipping a pale pink, sundress over her head. I sighed seeing that she’d also put a bra and panties on. My cock still tingled from the excitement creating the swinger profile and the blowjob she’d started to give me.
Fucking Gus and Sophie! If they could have been just half an hour later getting to the house! Oh well, maybe they’d have just the one drink and then get back to her place.
I slipped the robe off and took a step to my dresser, but Maggie’s hand on my cock stopped me. She held it in her hand massaging it slowly, getting me hard as a rock in a nano-second.
“Would you like me to finish what we started before they interrupted?” She rose up on the tops of her toes and nibbled my ear lobe, her breath hot and sultry. Oh God, a bead of pre-cum rolled from the tip of my shaft. Fresh lust coursed through my veins straight to my groin. If we kept this up without finishing, I might get blue balls like some teenager dating a virgin.
