by Mia Moore
ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS 2
MORE PLEASE!
A Tale of Slutty Hotwife Sharing and Bisexual Menage
By
Mia Moore
About This Book
After taking their first bite while in The Big Apple, all they want is MORE!
Blacks Rapids is a dirty town… in a good way!
Coming back home from their incredible New Year’s Eve trip, Elena is astonished to find out that their own town has a vibrant Swinger community. She’s surprised and Matt’s pleased as punch!
The alluring flirt she received from Sylvia in the store is quickly fanned into a flame. Not only is Sylvia confident and successful, her scrumptious figure is burned into Elena's mind. What would it be like to stroke her back, caress her arms… What would Sylvia taste like? Yes, Sylvia’s older… and like a matured wine, her ripeness is intoxicating.
Matt’s as enthusiastic as she is to accept Sylvia and Byron’s invitation to a meet and greet. From the moment the first glass of wine is poured the evening surges into a rollicking revelry of earthly delights. Elena indulges her new found fascination as she traces the form and warmth of Sylvia’s body. Elena and Sylvia bring new meaning to wanton hunger. Watching them together thrills Matt down to his core.
But…
When Elena tells Matt that she would like to be as thrilled by watching him and Byron play, he freezes. This wasn’t in any game plan of his! He shuts the door on that idea with a definitive slam. It’s just not for him, okay?
But… why then is he having such raunchy dreams? What’s happening here? This isn’t what he expected?
Is this new Lifestyle really for them after all?
A note from Mia:
In my novels, my characters don’t always practice safe sex. In your playing, please play often and play safe!
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2015, Mia Moore
ISBN: 978-1-927984-80-2
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Table of Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
A Final Word…
Chapter 1
Elena walked to the store entrance and watched Sylvia walk down the corridor in the brightly lit mall. A small smile played on her lips as she admired the confident, sexuality Sylvia flaunted striding forward in the dark leather boots, the hem of the fox fur coat swaying luxuriously. In her mind’s eyes she saw the woman’s thigh extend and contract lusciously with each step. She wondered— was Sylvia wearing stockings with garters, thigh highs or panty hose? The successful realtor would turn heads wherever she went, but now, after Elena’s foray into the Swinger Lifestyle, her appraisal of the older woman held more than a hint of lust.
It was amazing that they’d met right there in the store she managed. It was almost as if there was some secret pheromone oozing from her pores that attracted sexual soul-mates. When she and Matt had returned from their wild night at Eden, the posh swinger club in Brooklyn, they’d been convinced something like that would never be possible in small town Black Rapids. Yet, Sylvia had made it clear that she and her husband were in the Lifestyle. She’d even extended an invitation to their home!
“Elena?” Amanda appeared at her side. Her fingers grazed Elena’s arm and she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Do you know that woman?”
Elena felt her cheeks grow warm as she turned and smiled at her co-worker and friend. Even though they’d been friends for years, there was no way she’d ever be able to tell her. Amanda might be liberal minded but there were boundaries that Elena would never cross in their friendship. Telling her anything about what had happened on New Year’s Eve was definitely out of bounds.
“Yeah. She sells real estate. Sylvia. She was looking for corsets. That shipment from Yandi’s is coming in this week, I hope. Valentine’s day isn’t that far off.” Elena led the way back into the store.
Mila looked over from across the room where she was pricing dresses and hanging them on the rack. “Valentine’s day falls on a Friday this year. If it’s no problem with you, I’d like the night off.” Her plump ruby lips spread, revealing a set of perfect white teeth that made her almond skin seem darker still.
It was no surprise that Mila spoke up, asking for time off. She was pixie doll cute and curvy, with a raft of admirers both male and female. Add that to the fact that she made no bones about sleeping around—of course she’d be busy on such a romantic night.
Elena glanced over at Amanda before answering. Amanda had more seniority and had stayed to close the store on New Year’s enabling the others to get away early. She nodded her head slightly and her eyebrows rose in silent answer to Elena’s question.
“Sure. I don’t see a problem with that. Got big plans for the night?” Elena walked over to help with the pricing and sorting of the rack of clothes. When Mila grinned and flipped her long lustrous mane of hair, she couldn’t help smiling in return. Mila had to be twelve years younger than Elena but that twelve years was like another generation. There was absolutely no shame in the young woman, bragging about her sexual exploits.
“A friend of mine is having a party. It’s a theme, costume thing, all about romance! But she’s claiming Cupid. Too bad. I would look better in a set of wings and loin cloth than her.” She pouted and then like a chameleon her face changed to a wide smile, holding a dress against her body, gazing down at the silky red fabric. “This is kind of nice, don’t you think?”
Amanda and Elena exchanged a look and Elena spoke first. “You could wear that. Be the Lady in Red like that Chris De Burgh song. That colour suits you.”
“Who’s Chris De Burgh?”
Elena chuckled. “Google it; it’s a great song.”
“Oh, an oldie, huh?” Mila grinned and gave a small wave with her hand. “Not important anyway. I was thinking maybe I’d go as Betty Boop. Remember that cartoon character with the little mini dress and dark curly hair? I’d make a good Betty Boop.”
Amanda laughed and shook her head. “But that’s not romantic. She was just a cartoon.”
“Wrong! Name me one guy that didn’t secretly want to fuck her. She was a hot little number, that one. I’m picturing a short dress that barely covers my ass and no panties. Trust me if I show up in that, no one’s gonna notice Gina in the Cupid’s costume.” She fluffed her hair and struck a pose before going back to tagging the dresses.
Elena felt her neck grow warm watching Mila. The dress she’d des
cribed could have been worn in Eden and not look out of place at all. Her own dress on New Year’s had hardly covered her ass but she had worn a thong. So, she wasn’t as out there as Mila. She’d love to be a fly on the wall at the party Mila was going to. How far did it go? Were they swingers as well?
Mila turned to Amanda and her smile was flirty. “You should come with me. With your height and body, you’d look great in an Aphrodite costume. A Greek goddess, for sure.”
Elena watched the interplay, wondering once more what had happened between the two of them at New Year’s. Mila and her boyfriend of the week had crashed at Amanda’s. Had they all ended up in Amanda’s bed? She wouldn’t put it past Mila, but Amanda? Amanda had always been more conservative, less of a serial dater than Mila. Why not put it out there and see...
“I think you should go, Amanda. But go as Venus, the Roman goddess.” Elena affected a casual chuckle. “From the sounds of it, it could become a Roman orgy or romance orgy...whatever.” She held her breath waiting for a reply. Now that her own bi-sexual side had been unleashed she was curious about her co-workers... hell, and these girls were just the start! She was curious about everybody now!
“Good one Elena! I like the sounds of that.” Mila held her hand up for a high five. When Elena grinned and raised her hand, Mila continued. “Too bad you’re married with a family, Elena. Look at all the fun you’re missing out on!”
It was all Elena could do not to laugh out loud. After, being part of the six people having wild, uninhibited sex at Eden, there wasn’t anything that she was missing out on. True, she hadn’t started in her twenties like Mila, but she wasn’t exactly over the hill at thirty five. She smiled, looking from Mila to Amanda. “Just let me in on all the details. It sounds like a great time all right.”
At the sound of her cell phone ringing, she walked to the back room of the store. She picked her purse up and fished the phone from the front flap. It was a text message from Matt.
Hey Babe! I miss you. It’s a drag being back at work after being off for Christmas and (pant, pant) New Year’s Eve. HARD to concentrate here, if you know what I mean. :)
She slipped down into the chair and typed a reply, feeling a pleasant warmth between her legs. She knew exactly what he meant!
You’re not going to believe who I met this morning! A sexy real estate lady who made it pretty clear she’s in the lifestyle. She and her husband want us to go over to their house on Saturday. And I think something’s going on between Amanda and Mila! Small world!
Immediately her phone flashed with his reply.
Holy shit! That’s incredible! Can’t wait to see you tonight!
Elena clicked the phone off and smiled.
Chapter 2
Later that night, Matt striped off his shirt and stood at the foot of the bed smiling up at Elena. Even with the make-up scrubbed off, her face was gorgeous, her blue eyes wide above perfectly sculpted cheekbones and full pink lips. She sat in bed, the floral cover tucked over her hips while the navy lace of her nightgown barely contained her breasts. But it was the eager look in her eyes, her lips twitching in a smile that played on his heart strings. She was dying to tell him about her day, meeting the realtor and about Amanda and Mila. This was their first time alone all week. The kids were each doing a school week sleep over.
He undid the snap of his jeans and pushed them down, gathering his boxers in the process. Immediately his cock hung heavy, brushing the top of his thigh. It was crazy but ever since they’d gone to that swinger club in New York City, he had a perpetual hard-on. The night had been expensive but considering the residual benefits that lingered on and on, it was well worth the price.
They’d made tentative plans to go back to New York and visit Sophia and Chris on Valentine’s weekend and he couldn’t wait. But now that Elena had met this real estate woman...well, it sure would be more convenient to get together with couples in Black Rapids. If they could have as much fun in their home town, instead of the long drive to New York City, that’s a bonus.
Her gaze was riveted on his groin as he rounded the bed and climbed in beside her. “Somebody’s in the mood tonight,” she purred as he settled in. She grinned and snuggled into his body, curling her fingers around his dick. A thrill of pleasure pulsed in his cock at the warmth and sensuous roll of her hand.
“So what is this about the real estate woman? What company does she work for? Is there a picture of her on-line?” He laid back and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the loving attention of her hand.
“Wow! You’re certainly interested in this. Should I be worried?” She laughed and sat up, rolling to the side to grab the laptop from the bedside table.
“Hey! Look who’s talking. You’re the one scrambling for the computer! You couldn’t wait to tell me all about her. “ He grinned, teasing her with his words. Actually since she’d texted him earlier that day, it was all he thought about. Another couple, close to home?
He pulled his body higher up on the bed till he sat next to her. The aroma of her shampoo and perfume drifted into his nostrils when he leaned closer. Her fingers were flying on the laptop and the logo of a local real estate office filled the screen. She scrolled down to the photos of the six agents who worked there. Her finger tapped the screen under the picture of a pretty blonde woman with a warm smile.
“That’s her. Sylvia Blackmore. I know you can’t tell from the photo but she’s about my height and she’s got a sexy body. Well at least her legs are shapely. It was hard to tell with the fur coat. But she asked for a corset in my size.”
Matt continued staring at the photo. There was a confident, saucy look in the woman’s eyes. Sylvia looked a bit older than him and Elena but at Club Eden Sophia was in her forties and she’d been totally hot. Actually, the fact that she was older added to the appeal for him. And from the way Elena talked about Sylvia, she was attracted to her as well. That was half the equation solved.
“So she asked us to their house this weekend? What if...well, what if you don’t like her husband? It’s not like we’re at a club and we can just say no thanks and sit at another table. I mean...we’re at their house. What’s the protocol here if we, I mean you primarily, want to take a pass? We both think she’s hot but what about him?” He turned to Elena, hoping she’d know the right thing to do.
Her eyebrows drew together and she bit down on her lower lip gazing at him. It was plain she was no wiser on this than he was.
“She gave you her card, right? Maybe you should call her. Have a coffee with her and somehow get her to show you a picture of her husband.” He tapped the side of his head. “I know! You can show her mine to start with.” This was trickier than he’d thought at first. You weren’t just trying to get two people to agree, you were trying to get four people on the same page. He could understand now why clubs were so popular. It was an easier way to blow off rejections.
Elena’s head dipped to the side and she nodded. “Yeah that could work. She knows we’re pretty new at this. Although something tells me, that her husband is probably attractive too.”
“Yeah, well...maybe. But I’d feel better if you had some idea of what he looks like. I know it’s shallow but there it is. I just don’t want you to feel any pressure or anything when we’re there. Actually, we probably should set the boundaries even before we go. Let’s just meet them and talk about it later. If we both agree, then maybe the next time...” The knot that had formed in his gut began to loosen.
“Totally. That’s the way to handle this. I’ll call her and let her know that. If they don’t like it, then it’s their loss.” She snapped the laptop shut and set it back on the table.
When she turned to him, her eyes lit up. “Wait till I tell you about Amanda and Mila. You know Mila...She’s trying to talk Amanda into going to this sexy costume party on Valentine’s Day.” She laughed and shook her head. “When you were a kid, did you ever fantasize about Betty Boop?”
He blinked a couple of times and then stared at her, shaking hi
s head. “Well yeah. Her and Jessica Rabbitt, Daisy Duck...never Minnie Mouse...that’s weird huh?”
Elena’s hands shot over and she tickled his waist. “Daisy Duck? Are you serious? That’s just sick, Matt.”
He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, rolling over and shoving her thighs apart with his knee. “That’s a normal, horny as fuck boy, honey.” He leaned into her and kissed her neck, “So what’s Betty Boop got to do with Mila and Amanda? You think there’s something going on between the two of them?”
He’d met both of them of course, when he’d picked up Elena from the store and Amanda had been over to their house a couple of times. They were both gorgeous young women in totally different ways. Amanda was tall and lithe like a model whereas, Mila was a tiny bombshell. Cute and cuddly as hell. The funny thing was, if he was single they’d probably never register on his radar. They were waaay too young. What would he ever talk to them about? Nevermind... he went back to sucking on Elena’s neck.
Elena squirmed under him, rubbing her pelvis against his thigh. “Mila is going as Betty Boop. She’s not going to wear panties. She wants Amanda to be a Greek goddess. No doubt, wearing a toga that leaves one boob bare.”
Matt’s grip on Elena’s hands loosened and he fondled her breast, trying to focus on the moment. But the image of Amanda and Mila in their costumes was like an ear worm. From the way Elena was humping his thigh, her heart beating hard under his hand, she was probably picturing it as well. He slid lower on the bed and his lips traced a trail down Elena’s throat, down to her chest until his mouth was on her nipple.
She moaned and her fingers threaded through his hair pulling him tighter onto her breast. The lacy nightgown had shifted to the side, leaving it exposed and nipple puckered, firm between his lips. Was she picturing Amanda in the goddess costume?
His hand slid over her body until he cupped her mons, his fingers gently parting her already moist lips. She gasped when he touched her clit, rolling it gently under the pad of his finger. “So Mila won’t be wearing panties? This is probably what she wants.” He dipped his fingers into her slippery hole, wetting them and flicking them quickly over her clit.
