by Mia Moore
It was like living a double life.
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After work, making dinner at home, Elena stood at the kitchen sink rinsing vegetables. She didn’t hear Matt come in the door and when he touched her, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck she jumped.
“Hey! You’re home early.” She turned her head to kiss his cheek. His face was scratchy with stubble, but his dark eyes were crinkled with laughter.
“Where’re the kids?” He moved to the fridge and popped the top of a can of beer. He watched her as he lifted the can to swallow a long mouthful.
“Walker’s downstairs with a friend playing video games and Aria had a basketball practise after school. She’s catching a ride home with Nicole.” She placed the pot of broccoli on the stove and then checked the chicken in the oven. It was nice when she had the evening off, to be able to cook dinner and eat with the family.
Her eyebrows rose and she looked over at Matt. “Oh! How did you make out with Dave, changing the night they come over for cards?”
He held the beer in front of his tummy and grinned. “No problem. They’re coming over on Sunday. It’ll be an early evening I think. I asked them for dinner. Hope that was okay.”
Elena nodded. It wasn’t ideal but it was do-able. She and Matt would probably be tired from being out the night before, plus the excitement of being with their new friends but they’d manage dinner with Dave and Gwen. They had to cook anyway so what was a couple extra place settings?
She walked over to Matt and placed her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him lightly. “I love you. Everything is working out so well...don’t you think?”
Chapter 9
Saturday finally arrived. Aria was at Elena’s parents’ place and Walker was spending the night with a couple of school friends. Matt was dressed in black wool trousers with a white button down shirt and leather vest.
He smiled sitting on the bed watching Elena apply the finishing touches to her appearance. Her hair was loosely piled on her head, with a few stray tendrils falling over her neck and shoulders. The dress wasn’t new. It was a bright red form fitting, square necked dress with long sleeves. What was new was the fact that she had shortened the hem until it was barely an inch below the crease of her bum. In the high heels and dark stockings, her legs looked good enough to belong on a model. It never ceased to amaze him that a gorgeous woman like Elena had picked him to marry.
“I can’t wait to meet Josh and Carrie. Sylvia said we’ll like them.” Elena turned and the light caught the sparkle of her dangling earring.
Matt’s gut tightened for a few moments. This was going to be fun, being with Sylvia ad Byron and even meeting the new couple, but any move towards guy on guy....no way. He couldn’t handle that. It didn’t mean he’d be rude, but he’d say it wasn’t for him. From what he’d read, people never pushed in the Lifestyle; respecting someone’s limits was an important thing in this game.
“I hope so. If they’re anything like Sylvia and Byron, we will.” He glanced at his watch and rose to his feet. “We’d better get going. It’s six forty-five.” He led the way down the stairs and reached into the closet for their coats.
The doorbell rang and his heart stopped. Who the heck could it be? Elena’s hands flew out and she scampered like a scared rabbit up the stairs, long legs flashing under the ivory curve of her ass and red panties.
When she was out of sight, Matt turned to open the door. Oh God. His stomach fell through the floor. It was Dave and Gwen, grinning, while he held a case of beer up.
“Hi. Sorry, we’re a little late.” Dave’s eyes travelled from Matt’s polished dark loafers, to the dress pants and vest. “Hey. You didn’t have to dress up for us. Looks good though buddy.” He started to step into the house.
“You’re not supposed to be here. It’s tomorrow, you’re coming for dinner.” The words rushed from Matt’s mouth and seeing the look of horror on Gwen’s face, he immediately felt bad.
“What?” Dave’s head jerked back.
“Oh no. Dave!” Gwen shot daggers at Dave with her gaze. He face was flushed almost as deep a red as her hair.
“Jeeze Dave. Don’t you remember? Elena made plans to go out for dinner at her new friends and we were just on the way out.” Matt shook his head and tried to cover the irritation on his face.
Dave looked up the stairs and then down the hall. “Where is she? You said you were just going out...I don’t see her.”
Matt looked at his watch again. “She’s just finishing up getting dressed.”
“Come on Dave. Sorry about this Matt. Honestly, I tell him he needs to write things down.” Gwen put her hand on Dave’s arm, tugging him away.
“Hang on. I just want to say hi to Elena. They can’t go until she gets down can they?” Dave shrugged her hand away.
Matt took a deep breath, counting to ten. Elena would never come down, not dressed the way she was. But what could he say? Dave had a point. He slipped his arms into his coat, wondering if he should take Elena’s upstairs to her.
“There she is!”
His gaze flew to the stairs where Elena was walking down. She had slipped a longer black work skirt over the dress and looked much more conservative.
“Hi Dave, Gwen. What are you guys doing here?” Elena managed to smile graciously.
Gwen stepped forward. “Hi Elena. Dave screwed up. Sorry about that. We’ll get going and leave you guys to your plans.” She jerked Dave’s arm firmly this time. “Have fun!”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Dave called over his shoulder, being marched down the walk by Gwen.
Elena turned to Matt and her hands rose to cover her mouth, laughing and shaking her head. “Can you believe that?” Her hands rose to unzip the zipper at the back of the black skirt.
Matt held her coat while she stepped out of the skirt. “That Dave. I swear, I told him and he heard me—Sunday dinner. Honest.”
Elena laughed as she slipped her arms into the coat. “I think he knew. I also think he’s curious about us. Remember, we used to spend a lot of time with them but since Christmas...not so much. And remember that remark at your boss’s Christmas party, kidding around about us going to an orgy. Probably the wrong thing to say to a guy like Dave.”
Matt nodded and held the door for her. “Yeah. He is obsessed with his sex life; he’s always talking about what him and Gwen are doing.” He shook his head. “Then he expects me to give him a blow by blow account of what you and I do.”
Elena stopped in her tracks. “And what have you discussed with him?”
Matt laughed. “I’ve known the guy for years, I can tell you what Gwen looks like naked, and I’ve never told him a damn thing about us.” He crossed his heart. “Honest! I’m not in high school, you know.”
“Good.” Elena giggled. “If he had the slightest idea he’d have a heart attack!”
“Yeah. Even so, I guarantee you that I’ll be getting the third degree from him next week.”
Chapter 10
Elena’s head drew back and a grin flashed on her lips when Sylvia answered the door. Once more her new friend surprised her in the dress and hair that she flaunted. With the blonde curls trailing carelessly over her neck and shoulders and the tight and outrageously low-cut dress, she could have been a Dolly Parton stand-in. Even the warm smile and hint of laughter in her blue eyes was like the famed country music star.
“Hi you two! Come in.” Sylvia reached for Elena and drew her close to kiss her cheek.
“Hi Sylvia. Sorry we’re a bit late.” Elena murmured into Sylvia’s ear. The light floral scent of her perfume combined with the heat of her body drifted into Elena’s nostrils, and she breathed deeply.
“You’re right on time.” Sylvia’s words hung in the air behind her as Elena stepped forward to kiss Byron. Instead of letting her kiss his cheek he turned and their lips met, softly. He was every bit as gorgeous as she remembered from the previous weekend. Her neck became warm and there was a tug low
in her tummy, remembering how the night had ended.
When she slipped out of the winter coat, Byron’s eyes widened and he checked her out from head to toe. “Wow! I thought you looked great last weekend, but this dress is wicked.”
Her shoulders drew back and her chin tilted high, pirouetting and basking in the compliment. “Thanks!”
Behind her Sylvia was murmuring something to Matt, helping him with his coat. The air was electric with a sexual charge. She felt it in the lightness in her chest, and the moist heat between her legs.
Sylvia stepped close and placed her hand on Elena’s arm, leading the way to the kitchen. “That is definitely your colour Elena. Lady in Red.”
Standing next to the island counter was a couple a few years younger than she and Matt. The woman was petite, with short auburn hair and with the splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose; she was like the girl next door—very fresh and friendly.
Her husband was tall, dark and totally jacked. His eyes twinkled and there was a friendly grin, revealing perfect white teeth.
Sylvia extended her hand introducing the four of them. “Elena and Matt, this is Josh and Carrie.” She turned to Elena. “We’ve known Josh and Carrie for a few years. I sold them their house and then sold them on swinging.”
Byron eased closer and laughed. “That’s a whole other story. Before we get into it, can I get you some wine?”
Elena nodded and she glanced at Matt. He looked pretty comfortable with the new couple. “Yes to the wine and yes to the story. I’m dying to hear it.”
It was Carrie who spoke first. “At first I was shocked. Josh had come ahead to finish the deal, while I was still packing up the old house. Sylvia of course had met both of us and she suggested a threesome.”
Sylvia glanced over at Byron and she giggled. “I don’t do that very often. Byron and I like to play together, but I couldn’t resist. Besides, it did work in getting the ball rolling, so to speak.” She stepped into Carrie and her hands rested on the smaller woman’s shoulders. “Actually we’ve never had that threesome.”
Carrie leaned in and kissed Sylvia, running her hands over Sylvia’s back and down to give her ass a friendly squeeze. “No threesome, but plenty of foursomes, six-somes, eight-somes...Oh hell, we’ve fucked practically everyone at your parties.”
Elena’s eyes were wide and her jaw dropped watching the younger woman talk. She startled at Matt’s hand, slipping over hers and squeezing it.
Byron appeared before them, and handed them their wine goblets. “I’m so glad you are joining us for Valentine’s.”
Matt chuckled and looked down at Elena. “From the way Carrie’s talking, it sounds like it’ll be a pretty wild time.”
Josh cleared his throat and looked over at Elena and then at Matt. “Look, there’s never any pressure. I understand this is still pretty new to you. Byron and Sylvia are great hosts. They keep an eye on things too.”
Carrie stepped over and put her arm around Josh’s waist. “I must sound like a total slut—”
“I love sluts!” Sylvia laughed. “Sexy Lovers Unite Tonight!”
“As I was saying...” Carrie grinned and continued, “I’m totally nuts about my husband. This works for us. Our sex life is wicked good and we owe a lot of that to this, playing with Byron and Sylvia. We’ve discovered things about ourselves that we never would have known if not for this.”
Elena nodded, warming up to Carrie immediately. She was honest and fun. Not only that but, she was attractive as hell. In the green dress with the short flirty hem, her legs curvy and toned, she was a nymph. She wasn’t the voluptuous busty woman that Sylvia was but her body was vibrant with energy. Yeah, she could see herself kissing her plump lips and exploring that vitality.
Sylvia busied herself at the built in oven, opening the door and filling the room with the aroma of lasagne and fresh bread. She winked at Elena and slid the tray of pasta on the counter. “Told you I love this dish. Probably more than I should, if you know what I mean.”
Byron slapped her ass on the way by, opening the fridge to get a heaping bowl of salad out. “Sylvia’s always thinking her ass is too big. I love it just the way it is, don’t you?”
It was impossible after that remark not to glance at Sylvia’s bottom. Sure, it was curvy and full, the crease of her butt cheek peeking out under the short black dress, like a taunting smile. Elena turned to Matt when he spoke.
“For sure.” His voice was hoarse, betraying his arousal.
Josh laughed and his hand rose to give Matt’s arm a light punch. “Totally get that, Dude. Reminds me of when we first came over here for drinks around the pool. As I recall, it was a discussion and subsequent appraisal of Sylvia’s lower assets that got things heated up.”
“Cute pun.” Sylvia turned to Josh and shook her head. “Why don’t the four of you take a seat in the dining room? Byron and I have things underway here.”
***
The dinner was delicious, the conversation about work, their families could have happened in any dining room where three couples were getting to know each other better.
Elena felt a pleasant warmth in her body sitting at the table with her new friends. The glasses of wine probably had something to do with it as well. Now that the meal was over, would things get under way? Her gaze flitted to Sylvia and Byron.
“Would you like to see our playroom downstairs, Elena? It’s where the parties are...well, other than in summer.” Sylvia got to her feet and extended her hand to Elena. “You said you like the stripper pole.”
Elena smiled, feeling the flutter between her legs as she stood up. “Your house is amazing Sylvia. I can only imagine what your playroom is like.”
“It’s beyond decadent. I love it!” Carrie stood up and walked behind them, heading through the kitchen to the entrance to the downstairs.
Sylvia led the way down the set of stairs. The guys were on their heels and Elena, practically quivered with anticipation. The previous Saturday had been a soft warm-up for what would follow that night. She just knew it in her bones.
When her foot landed on the last step she looked around, and her jaw fell open. It was a large room with a wall of mirrors on one side. In front of them, a gleaming brass pole on an elevated dais was illuminated by recessed spotlights. Around the dance pole, the floor was padded with dark vinyl mats. On the opposite wall was a fireplace that was flanked by leather sofas. The adjoining wall was taken up by a dark wooden bar with twinkling lights sparkling on the rows of liquor bottles.
Their playroom had it all. There was a dance area, a cozy chatting area, a snuggling up to the bar area and of course a comfy area for erotic play.
“Wow.” She let herself be led to the stripper pole, hand in hand with Carrie and Sylvia.
Music began to play, a raunchy song with a throbbing beat. Between the lighting and the music, she could have been at Eden. It was perfect.
She stepped up onto the platform and her hands gripped the cool pole. Carrie smiled and her hand slid up Elena’s arm, swaying forward until their lips brushed softly against each other’s. It was just the faintest of touches, their mouths open and breath mingling, yet it sent a thrill of excitement down her body to spark in her pussy.
A sigh escaped her lips when Sylvia stepped behind her and put her hands inside the neckline of her dress to fondle her nipple. She was sandwiched between the women, the three of them pressing and pulsing into one another in time to the music’s rhythm.
There was a tug on the bottom of her dress and she breathed a soft moan when it slipped up and over her head. She glanced over to where the guys stood, their eyes soft and hooded. Covered only by a G string and stockings, Elena licked her lower lip and raised her hands to Sylvia’s chest. She filled her hands with the older woman’s luscious full breasts, rolling and kneading the supple flesh through the fabric of the woman’s dress.
She pulled on Sylvia’s dress, lifting it off her body, her fingers scrambling to free her breasts from the lacy b
ra. Elena bent lower and flicked her tongue over the firm tip of her nipple. Sylvia moaned and her hand clutched Elena’s head, pulling her in firmly.
In time to the music, Carrie’s hands caressed Elena’s ass as she rocked her pelvis back and forth against her butt, like she was fucking her.
“Oh God, that’s hot.” It was Matt’s voice.
Elena pulled back from Sylvia’s breast and she looked down at him. He was still fully dressed but Byron and Josh had slipped their shirts off and were working at the buckles of their pants. She licked her lips and then turned away from Sylvia, to face Carrie. It was time that little green dress came off. For whatever reason, the music, the wine, being there....a side of her was unleashed. An assertive, sexual side demanding attention.
She pulled Carrie closer and her finger unzipped the dress and pushed it off the tiny woman’s body. Her breasts were pert and full, the nipples cone shape betraying her arousal. Their puffy shape was mouth wateringly teasing. She bent to take one between her lips. At that same moment, Sylvia’s hand cupped her pussy from behind, spreading her slippery lips and teasing her clit gently.
Oh God. The thrill of Sylvia’s finger, as she laved Carrie’s nipple made her cream again. She was so horny she could scream. But it was sweet torture that she didn’t want to ever end.
Her hand was caught in a firm grip and she was pulled to the side. When she opened her eyes, it was Byron pulling her down from the platform. He was completely naked, his cock thick and pressing into her tummy. Another hand, smaller and softer caressed her back, warm lips on her neck.
Carrie’s voice whispered into her ear, “You’re going to love what we do to you.”
A thrill of wanton craving made her shudder and half stumble into Byron as he led the way to the thick mats. She lowered herself down onto the cool surface and watched as Carrie knelt before Byron and took his cock into her mouth, her hands rolling over it, adoring it with every fibre of her being. Byron’s hips rocked back and forth into her mouth but his eyes were on Elena.
