by Mia Moore
Elena gasped and spread her legs wider, arching her pussy up for more. It was all the signal he needed. He lowered on the bed and lay between her thighs, his mouth brushing her pussy gently. Her pelvis rocked up, seeking his tongue, soft whimpering cries rumbling in her throat.
This was something that he never got tired of—making her writhe with pleasure with just the touch of his tongue. And since they’d delved deeper into their sexuality, living fantasies they’d never dared to even give words to before, their love for each other was intoxicating. He sucked her clit inside his lips, whirring his tongue over the sensitive underside, rewarded by the sound of her breath getting ragged. His fingers slid inside her slippery hot flesh, pumping and curling to touch her G spot.
At her cry of pleasure he looked up at the heaving mound of her tummy, her hands squeezing over her breasts, fingers rolling the tip of her nipples while her teeth were bared, gasping gulps of frenzied air. She was close. The sight caused a pulse of pleasure to fill his cock, oozing a drop of pre-cum onto his thigh.
At the gush of wetness that spread over his fingers and onto his wrist, he almost lost it. Elena whimpered and gasped while her cunt clamped onto his fingers, her thighs quivering and shaking the bed. She squirmed to the side but he held her tight, determined to ride with her through the intensity of her orgasm.
“Oh God...” Her head arched back, her fingers fisting in his hair. She grunted her pleasure, holding his mouth hard onto her cunt, the musky scent of her orgasm infusing his senses.
Suddenly, it was as if she melted, her thighs falling loose and her death grip of his hair easing. He could stand it no more. He rose and kissed her mouth, the wetness of her ecstasy mingling as their tongues danced. Her fingers curled around his cock, pulling it to her opening.
He thrust his hips hard, burying his shaft deep in the tight heat of her flesh...claiming her lush body...Her thighs clamped tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass, every thrust of his groin banging hard against her pelvic bone. She snaked her hand between his legs, her fingers tickling the tight ridges of his sack, striving for more. The sensation was hot, driving him mad with lust. His hips were like a jack hammer, driving his cock deep and fast inside, his universe centered there.
“Ungh....” His eyes squeezed shut as the first jolt of his orgasm pulsed deep inside her. The sensation was surprising in its intensity and urgency. Again his body stiffened, his face contorted as he became lost in the moment of pleasure. Her fingers pressed behind his balls, and another spasm of hot release burst from his shaft.
“Matt...oh Matt.” Her whispered words drove him deeper still, till her tight flesh pressed against his groin. Oh fuck, the sensation was wickedly good...on and on till he arched forward, collapsing onto her chest.
For a few moments, they laid still, their hearts pounding fast against one another, their breath becoming slower. He smiled and once more their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. He rolled to the side, still kissing her and pulling her body close. He loved her so much. This, their fevered love-making was just one part of it.
She broke the kiss and snuggled into his neck, her breath warm on his neck and ear. “This just keeps getting better and better. How is that possible?”
He held her close and kissed the top of her head. “I don’t know but I hope it never stops.”
Chapter 3
Later that week, when the shipment of corsets arrived in the morning, Elena had a good excuse to call Sylvia. She was alone in the back room of the store, punching in the numbers on her cell phone. Her tummy was filled with butterflies. Her fingers shook a little as she clutched the phone, listening to it ring through.
“Hello?”
She took a deep breath. “Hi Sylvia. This is Elena from ‘The Clothes Rack’. Remember when you were in—”
“Yes! Yes of course! How are you Elena?” Sylvia’s voice was musical and light.
“Fine. I just wanted to let you know that the corsets arrived.” She glanced at the doorway, checking that Amanda and Mila were still out in the main area and she had privacy.
“Great! I told Byron about meeting you. He’s looking forward to you and your husband coming over on Saturday. He thinks we’re doing a fashion show of lingerie and corsets.” She laughed. “You’re still up for that, right?”
Elena was silent for a moment. “Yes. But, Matt and I are kind of new to this. Actually, we’ve never been to anyone’s home before...I mean—”
“Don’t worry. I totally get what you’re saying. Don’t worry. Byron and I never pressure anyone. Come over for drinks around eight, and we’ll see where it goes. I think you’ll like Byron by the way. If I had to describe him, I’d say he looks a lot like Antonio Banderas. How about your husband?”
Elena smiled. Antonio Banderas was one of the sexiest actors she’d ever seen. If Byron was like him...well it could prove pretty interesting. “Matt? Hmm...He’s in awesome shape. I can’t think of an actor but he’s pretty good looking.”
Sylvia laughed again. “If he’s your husband, he’s got to be pretty hot. I mean, look at you.”
Elena could feel her cheeks getting warm at Sylvia’s flirty tone. It was one of the best things about the Swinger Lifestyle–the fact that you could flirt with another woman, and compliment them without feeling in any way threatened or jealous. “Thanks. You’re pretty hot yourself. I’m looking forward to seeing you model a corset.”
At the warmth that pulsed between her legs, she squeezed her kegel muscles tight, increasing the pleasure. This was fun to tease and flirt with Sylvia!
“Oh boy. This is going to be torture waiting till Saturday. Why don’t we meet up for lunch today? I’m going to be in the area. What do you say?” Her voice sounded a little throaty and eager.
Elena’s eyes popped wide and a smile curled her lips. She’d been thinking of Sylvia and her husband since she’d met her. Matt was keen to get together with them too. Why not? It was only lunch, even though the thought of seeing Sylvia was making her panties damp. “Sure. I usually brown bag it so going out for lunch would be a nice treat. There’s a restaurant in the mall—”
“No. I’ll pick you up at the mall entrance at one. There’s a cozy Italian restaurant not far from there. My treat.”
Elena’s breath caught in her throat at Sylvia’s words. The fact that Sylvia wanted to take her to a restaurant far from the familiarity of the mall, made it kind of...kind of risqué. Almost like a date? “Sounds great! I’ll show you a pic of Matt.”
“Wonderful! See you soon.”
The phone clicked off and Elena glanced up just as Mila entered the room.
“A picture of Matt? What’s that all about?” Mila stopped and looked down at Elena, a smile playing on her lips.
Oh God! Elena’s neck flamed and she slipped the phone into her purse. Shit. She had meant to send a text to Matt to let him know about lunch but Mila had shown up. “Oh it’s nothing. I’m meeting a friend for lunch. She hasn’t seen us in a while and I’m just bringing her up to date.” She stood up and walked to the door. “Can you take an early lunch today? I’m leaving at one and probably won’t be back until after two.”
Mila nodded but the look on her face was full of curiosity.
Just another couple hours to go. Nervousness battled with excitement in her stomach.
***
It was a crisp, startling bright February day standing in the mall entrance waiting for Sylvia. A grey BMW pulled up to the curb and tooted its horn. Elena grinned, and stepped forward seeing Sylvia at the wheel. She opened the door and slipped inside.
“I’m glad you could join me for lunch. It’d be nice to chat and get to know each other better before Saturday.” Sylvia grinned and glanced in the rear view mirror before pulling away from the sidewalk.
Elena was speechless for a moment. The expensive car, the fur coat and perfect grooming were a little intimidating at first. But Sylvia smiled and continued talking, putting her at ease.
“I hope you like Ita
lian. Silly me. I never asked, just assumed you’re like me and like pasta.”
“I love pasta, no worries. I’m still a little gob smacked meeting you. I mean, Matt and I never would have dreamed that there were people like us in Black Rapids. And yet, here we are.” Elena buckled the seat belt and smiled over at Sylvia. The woman’s hair and make-up were perfect. She looked like she should be in Hollywood not a sleepy little Ohio town.
“You’d be surprised. We’ve had parties with twenty or so couples. Normal people, like you and me. I can’t wait for you to meet our friends.” Sylvia pulled onto the main road, smiling over at her a few times as she drove along.
“It was so crazy how we stumbled on the club in Brooklyn. We were looking for a dance club and the hotel concierge recommended it. You could have knocked me over with a feather when we found out it was as Swingers Club!” Elena grinned remembering how shocked she’d been at first, which gave way to curiosity and then to outright arousal.
“That must have been wild.”
“It was a whole other world. We just watched the first time but the sex afterwards was crazy good. So we decided to go again and give it a try. I’d never thought I was bi-sexual until that first night.” Elena blushed and smiled shyly at Sylvia. She’d had more than a few fantasies about her new friend.
“I think there’s a bit of lesbian in every woman.” She smiled as she parked the car in front of the restaurant.
Elena looked out the window. It was one she’d never visited before. Between two wide windows, under a bright red awning with ‘Gaetano’s’ inscribed in white lettering was a black door. She opened the door and joined Sylvia in entering the building. Immediately the warmth and smell of fresh bread and garlic infused her senses.
Sylvia smiled at the Maitre ‘d and followed him to a cozy table for two at the back of the restaurant. Even though there were many people seated there, the nook where she and Sylvia sat was private.
Sylvia took a seat and slipped her coat off, setting it beside her. “I love Gaetano’s. Their lasagne is to die for.”
Elena put her coat over the back of her chair and sat across from Sylvia. Soft music played in the background and looking across at Sylvia, she couldn’t help but compare the setting and atmosphere to being on a date.
Sylvia sat forward and placed her hands over Elena’s. “You don’t have to rush back do you? Why don’t we start with a carafe of wine?”
Before she had a chance to answer, the waiter appeared to take their order. Sylvia went ahead ordering the wine. Her experience and confidence clearly shone through and Elena let herself relax in her seat.
“I want to hear all about Eden. It’s been a couple of years since Byron and I were there. Do they still have the stripper pole? Actually, I have one in our rec room. It’s good exercise dancing on the pole, and at parties it’s a blast.” Sylvia’s blue eyes twinkled and she reached across and gave Elena’s hand a squeeze.
She was so warm and friendly that any shyness Elena felt dissipated quickly. The wine that the waiter brought didn’t hurt either. “I had fun trying it. Well, actually more because of the two women I was dancing with.” She pictured Eve and Sophia and smiled.
“I know. There’s something erotic about pole dancing with another woman. It’s a great warm-up at parties.” Sylvia took a sip of wine eyeing Elena over the rim of the glass. “So that was your first bi experience? At Eden’s?”
Elena felt a soft tug low in her tummy gazing across the table at Sylvia. From the look in the older woman’s eyes, she was looking forward to that as well. “Yes. It certainly won’t be my last.” She reached over and placed her hand on Sylvia’s.
She was totally on-side with anything Sylvia proposed. Now if Byron...
She pulled her hand back and picked her purse from the floor. “I have a photo of Matt in my wallet. Do you have one of Byron?” She laughed, sliding the photo across the table and watching Sylvia reach into her purse. “Look at us...I mean that is one thing I really like about this lifestyle, is the women calling the shots. After all, you were the one to set this up for Saturday night.”
Her eyebrows shot up when she looked at the photo of Sylvia’s husband. Holy shit! Sylvia hadn’t been kidding when she said Byron looked like Antonio Banderas. His hooded bedroom eyes glinted out from a swarthy complexion, and his hair was dark, except for a little bit of grey at the temples. His smile bordered on a sexy smirk, the lips full and a dimple showing in his cheek.
“Wow. Very handsome.” Elena glanced over at Sylvia, anxious to read her expression after seeing Matt.
Sylvia’s blue eyes were narrow with mirth when she looked up from the photo. “Yeah. I’d totally fuck him. He looks like he’d be fun and he’s cute as hell.”
Elena handed the photo back and her fingers grazed Sylvia’s hand. “Let me tell you, when he saw your real estate photo, he was pretty impressed.”
Sylvia looked down at the table for a moment and bit her lip. “That photo is almost five years old. I hope he won’t be too disappointed that I’m so much older than him.” Her eyes crinkled and she laughed. “It’s kind of fun playing a cougar though.”
Elena shook her head and grinned. “He’s all over that. The couples we hooked up with at Eden were older than us. He told me that their age was a turn on. You probably will meet your match in him.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the table. “Although we probably won’t play or anything on Saturday. This is new territory for us.”
The waiter appeared and Sylvia smiled up at him. “I’ll have the half order of lasagne and a garden salad.” She looked over at Elena.
Elena nodded and handed the menu back to the young man. “Make that two.” When he left she turned back to Sylvia. “So how long have you and Byron been married? How did you get into the swinger thing?”
Sylvia fluffed her hair back from her shoulder and leaned over the table. “We’ve been together twenty years. We were both married before but it didn’t work out. I had started selling real estate and met him when he was looking for a condo. It was love at first sight.”
“Any children?”
Sylvia shook her head and looked down into her wine. “No that wasn’t in the cards for us. We have nieces and nephews that we spoil to pieces but no kids of our own.” She took a long swallow and smiled placing the glass back on the table. “As far as the lifestyle...we’ve been doing this for about eight or nine years. It was something that just kind of evolved for us.”
Elena’s eyes flashed wide and her head jerked back. “Wow! That long? And it works for you, obviously. No jealousy or problems.”
Sylvia was silent for a few moments smiling at Elena. “We always play together. Sex with other people is fun but Byron and I love each other. If it ever became a problem, we’d stop in a heartbeat. We celebrate our sexuality with each other and…” she arched and eyebrow, “with our friends… men and women.”
Elena looked into Sylvia’s eyes. “One thing we noticed at Eden’s...bi-sexuality was just with the women there. I guess, in the Swinger Lifestyle men don’t go there?”
Sylvia did an exaggerated roll of her eyes and huffed a sigh. “At the clubs, that’s the way it is. But at private parties, anything goes, as long as everyone consents.”
Elena’s mouth dropped open. That was surprising. What would Matt think about that?
Her mouth dropped even further. What did she think about that?
Hmmm…
Chapter 4
Matt hunched over the steering wheel trying to see over the snow bank lining the road. It had snowed all day. Not only had the banks grown, but the roads still had some sloppy patches that made for a tough drive. It was just their luck that the weather hadn’t cooperated for the night out at Sylvia and her husband’s. Elena and he had been keyed up about it all day.
Elena strained forward and her hand rose pointing to a large house. “That’s it! Number 46.”
Matt eased off on the gas pedal and his head turned to look where she indicated.
There was a long double driveway next to the stately brick home, and golden lights highlighted the entranceway and walk. He turned in and parked the truck next to a grey BMW, Sylvia’s car from what Elena had told him.
He rounded the front of the truck and glanced at the house, snuggled cozy in the winter wonderland. His eyes took everything in and a smile formed on his face as he opened the door for Elena. This was going to be fun, meeting other people and from what Elena had said, Sylvia and her husband were nice. He held Elena’s hand, helping her alight from the high seat of the truck. She was wearing knee length leather boots with a four inch ‘come fuck me’ heel.
She reached back into the truck and lifted the plastic bag from the seat. Inside were an assortment of corsets in various colours. If the women tried them on and put on any kind of fashion show, it would be difficult to stick with the boundary that he and Elena had agreed on for the evening–getting to know Sylvia and Byron and no playing around on what for all intents and purposes was beginning to feel like a first date.
Hell, they’d even dressed like it was a date, Elena in a body hugging short dress while he was in a button down shirt and dress pants. If anyone had ever told him, he’d be going out with his wife to meet another couple to eventually have sex with, he’d have told that person, they were doing cheap drugs.
It sure gave a whole new meaning to ‘date night’.
He held her hand as they went along the interlock brick walkway. Even before they got to the door, it opened and Sylvia stood framed in the warm glow of the house. She looked exactly like her picture online, the shoulder length blond locks, the vivid blue eyes and friendly smile. In the little black dress that hugged every curve, low cut at the neck-line revealing a tantalizing view of cleavage and ivory flesh, she was a sex goddess.
