by Mia Moore
Sharing Janice
Swinger Fantasy, Episode 1
By Mia Moore
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2014, Mia Moore, Smashwords Edition
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*This book is intended for adults as it contains explicit sexual content.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1- Janice
Chapter 2 – Daydreams about night dreams
Chapter 3 - Damian
Chapter 4 – Janice, photo shoot
Chapter 5 – Damian, the photographer
Chapter 6 – Janice, porn star
Chapter 7 – Janice, the next morning
Prelude to Episode 2, Swinger Fantasies
About the Author
Chapter 1 - Janice
What was wrong with him? Shouldn’t he be happy that our sex life was as good as it had been when we were first married? Holy hell, last night had sure proved that! I leaned closer to the mirror to apply mascara to my eyelashes, not too much, just enough to darken them from the wheat shade of blond.
Another guy, with him watching? We’d always had a blast going to the O Zone as a COUPLE, and stayed that way all night. The place oozed decadent delights and that was enough to crank up our sex life…at least I thought it was, until last night. Was this his way of warming me up to the idea of full swing, so he could fuck other women?
My hand paused in mid air and I stared at my reflection. That was probably it. What would he get from another man joining us? He didn’t have gay tendencies, although one of his best buddies in college had come out of the closet and was in fact, now flaming. I set the mascara back into the make-up bag, smiling at their odd friendship--Damian, the star linesman of the football team towering over Malcolm in the cheerleading team. Mutt and Jeff.
I glanced at my watch and rolled pale pink lipstick over my lips. Thanks to Damian and his fantasy last night, I’d be late for work. Oh well, I couldn’t think of a better excuse for being late, than a night of raucous sex, although THAT wasn’t what I’d tell the boss. Mr. Grant would have a heart attack, if I came out with that one!
Damian was in the kitchen sipping coffee while scanning the headlines on his tablet when I walked in. His gaze flitted to me and I could feel his eyes boring a hole in my back as I poured a coffee. I turned to face him, my eyebrows lifted as I stared wide eyed. “What?” It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
A lock of hair brushed his smooth forehead when he nodded his head towards me. “You know what. Have you—“
“Given any thought to your fantasy?” I set the cup on the counter and walked toward him, putting my arms around him and drawing his head to my breast. “I love the intimacy between us now. I’ll think about it…but—“
He pulled back and looked up at me, a wounded expression in the set of his lips pulled back in one corner beneath sculpted cheekbones. Even after thirteen years of marriage, he could still make my knees weak with just a look.
“But what?” His hand trailed along my hip, pulling me closer with a tug.
“Are you sure we aren’t going down a slippery slope? First another guy, then another girl and the next thing you know we’re doing full swinging? I don’t think we’re ready for that.” My finger played absently with a lock of his dark hair. The truth was that I wasn’t ready for that, seeing him with another woman.
“Maybe the club’s not the right place if you’re afraid of that happening.” He smiled and then slapped my ass, hard. “We’ll discuss this and see what we can come up with.”
I rubbed my now stinging ass and watched him take his cup to the sink and rinse it. Not at the club? He had obviously given this some serious thought, anticipating my objection. That was more in line with the way I normally approached things, being a contract lawyer, examining all the ‘what if’ scenarios to protect my client.
“I’ve got a meeting with the engineers at ten. How about if I drop you off on the way? It’ll save you the head ache of traffic and we can talk about this some more.” He was already getting his keys off the hook by the door.
“Okaaay.” If I didn’t love him so much and hate fighting traffic, I might be annoyed at his persistence. But on second thought, it had been his idea to try the couples’ club a few months ago, when our sex life was becoming extinct. God knows, it had sure fired us up.
Last night when we made love, he’d really got into this other guy fucking me thing, talking dirty (which I loved) and using a vibrator on me, treating it like it was another guy’s cock. It was hot and I’d come like thunder, but that was just play. Right?
I followed him out the door of our home in suburbia, wondering for perhaps the umpteenth time, what kind of kinkiness went on behind the doors of our neighbors. After all, we were your typical upwardly mobile family and no one would ever suspect us of going to swinger clubs.
When we were settled and on our way, he glanced at me before he spoke. “Janice, I’ve looked at some swinger sites on line. I didn’t join because that’s something we need to discuss before we do anything. You wouldn’t believe the number of single guys with ads looking for a couple to swing with.” His eyes were wide when he looked at me again.
“Holy cow! I haven’t said yes and you’re SHOPPING for guys for me? Someone we’ve never met, who could be some kind of sicko?” I could feel the vein in my forehead beginning to throb.
“It’s not like that! Remember when I suggested the club, you thought it would be a grope-fest orgy? Well it’s not, right?” He shook his head focusing his eyes on a car that had stopped short.
“No, it’s not.” A smile spread over my face as I recalled my first trip to the club. It had taken ten minutes and two hits of a joint to get me out of the car. I’d clung to Damian like glue for the first half of the night until I saw for myself how relaxed and open everyone was, no groping, just sexy couples for the most part.
“Then trust me on this one too.” He was silent for a couple of minutes, weaving his way through traffic. “Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like fucking another man? I know you had a couple boyfriends in high school and college but that was all—not much experience. C’mon buddy! Drive it or park it!”
My heart was in my throat as he maneuvered quickly around a truck that was ambling along. I admit, I’m a nervous driver and prefer being a passenger, especially when it’s my husband driving.
“Have you?” He flipped the bird at the driver of the truck and sped by him.
“Of course. What woman hasn’t fantasized about a night with Brad Pitt or Daniel Craig?” This was a duck and dodge. Of course I’d noticed handsome men and even wondered about their package—checked out their hands and feet, although that’s probably just an urban myth or something.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He flashed a dark look at me. “These ads are pretty explicit with size and likes spelled out plainly. I think they’re worth a look.”
He wheeled the car into an empty bus stop in front of the office building where I worked and turned to face me. “I don’t mean to pressure you and if I’m coming off that way, I’m sorry. I love you but this is a fantasy of mine that I’d like to try. If I didn’t know you as well as I do, that I know you’d love it, I wouldn’t even suggest it.”
“I know. I lov
e you too and I’m not saying no to it. Just give me some time to digest the idea, okay?” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before scurrying out the door.
Chapter 2 – Daydreams about night dreams
“Hi Janice. Your ten o’clock is early. Would you like ten minutes to get settled in before I show him in?” Kim rose from her seat at reception and followed me, standing at the door to my office. “It’s okay with me if you make him wait, he’s not hard on the eyes, if you know what I mean.”
I placed my briefcase on the desk and looked up at her glowing round face, framed by a mop of brown, unruly curls. “Really? You say that about every client under forty. You’ve got to get out more, Kim.”
“Easy for you to say, you could be a model on a travel ad for Sweden and married to Mr. GQ. I’ll take my thrills where and when I can get them. How was your weekend?” She crossed her arms and thrust her hip out leaning on the door frame.
“Not long enough, but good. How ‘bout you?” I opened the case and withdrew the files I had meant to work on, but hadn’t. There really wasn’t a rush on them and with the trip to the O Zone on Saturday night, I had more fun things to do.
“Same old. Went out with the girls to a dance club and ended up the evening with my book boyfriend.” Her full, red lips pulled to the side in a frown and she sighed.
“Maybe you should try the on-line dating sites. Mr. Right is out there waiting to meet you.” I smiled at her, picturing the big, curvy women at the club who confidently flaunted their bodies. If Kim could get into that head-space, the book boyfriends would be history. She’d be fighting real guys off. But the club belonged in my personal life and was more than I could safely share with her.
“No on-line dating for me. My girlfriend tried that and had some weird experiences. I’d better get back to work before Mr. Grant gets in.”
I watched her leave, reminded of Damian’s on-line search in the swinger sites. These guys actually told their penis sizes? A thrill went through my pussy as I pictured a HUGE, erect cock inside me. Damian was bigger than the average six inch but what would a nine inch, thick cock feel like? Oh my God, here I am, AT WORK, thinking about this! I’ve got to stop this right now.
I booted up my laptop and checked my email. Nothing urgent, but there was an email from Aiden. He wants to have lunch? Normally we’d do that on Friday as a wrap up to the week. My eyebrows pulled together. Wonder what’s up? I banged out a reply, yes, of course, and rang Kim to show in the client.
Two minutes later, a mountain of a man filled my doorway. I was used to tall men, Damian is six one but this guy had to be six five if he was an inch. In two strides he was before me extending his baseball glove sized hand. Oh my. The urban myth of hand size and penis size flitted through my mind and as he sat down in the chair across from me I couldn’t help a glance at his crotch in the tight blue jeans. Yup, he filled that area pretty well.
The door to my office snicked closied and I tilted my head to the side, smiling at him. “What can I do for you Mr. Johnson?” For such a big man, he looked kind of nervous, edging forward on his chair, adjusting his tie in the tight collar of his white shirt.
“I’d like to incorporate my plumbing and heating business. I’m getting to the point that I need to hire a couple of people to help out.” The gaze in his grey eyes bounced from my desk to my hair and chest, everywhere but at my face. A meeting in an office was not in his comfort zone or was he uncomfortable with professional women like me?
He continued, giving me the details of his business while I made some notes. It was all rather routine so I sat back, trying with my body language to put the poor guy at ease. In his late twenties, with a body like his and clean cut, good looks, I wondered how many women had sabotaged their drains just to get him to come and fix their plumbing. I suppressed a laugh by clearing my throat and looking up at him.
He quickly looked away but he’d been looking at my breasts. Again, a thrill went through my pussy and I shifted in my chair. Oh my God, what was with me today? My hormones were on crack or something. His voice was deep as he continued talking and I noted his full lower lip, the shadow of his firm jaw and cheekbones, whisker shadow already appearing, even this early in the day.
If there was anyone like him on the swinger sites, that Damian had mentioned this morning, I’d be really tempted. Instead of looking down at my desk, I kept my gaze on him—to hell with making him feel more at ease. Kim was right. This guy was definitely mouth watering, eye candy with the broad shoulders, muscles in his arms straining the fabric of his cotton shirt. Would he have a hairy chest like Damian?
He placed his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it, still not meeting my gaze. It was mean, but I rose to my feet and with the grace of a cat, I sauntered to the side table where a jug of ice water and glasses were laid out. “Would you like a glass of water?”
“No thanks, I’m good.” His hand was still massaging his neck and he looked up at me from under dark eyebrows.
I just bet you are if a strong woman like me was giving the orders. There’s a problem with my plumbing that I could tell you how to fix.
That damned Damian! He’d planted this idea in my brain and now I’m acting like a sex starved, horny teenager and I’m at WORK! I poured a glass of water for myself and took a sip. It’d probably do more good to pour it over my head and simmer down, stop these naughty thoughts.
“I think I have all I need from you, Mr. Johnson. I’ll draft up the papers and see you next week.” I watched him rise and tower over the desk. Once more my tiny hand was enclosed in the massive paw and I treated myself to a last look at the tight jeans and his taut ass as he walked out of my office.
***
I was already seated in the restaurant when Aiden appeared and walked to our usual table. The smart ass grin that I’d thought was a permanent ficture on his lean face was absent when he sat across from me.
“Hi. What’s up? It isn’t Friday, but I wish it were.” I smiled and took a sip of water waiting for some clue as to what he wanted and the serious expression.
“Thanks for meeting me for lunch.” At last the familiar grin and laugh lines at the corners of his dark eyes. “I’m thinking of leaving the firm, striking out on my own.” He cleared his throat and signaled to the waitress for a drink.
“What! You’re not serious! Do you have the money for that?” My jaw was almost on the table but when I looked at him, it wasn’t the same guy I had grown to like looking back. This was a serious, confident man, sitting straight with broad, squared shoulders, head tilted back, almost arrogant.
“Furthermore, I want you to come with me. We’d make a dynamite team and a lot more money than we do now.” He leaned over the table and clasped his hands together on the hard wooden surface, close to my fingertips. I’d never really noticed how classically handsome Aiden was until that moment. He’d always been the guy kidding around with a joke to tell.
The waitress appeared and he turned his head to face her. A face I’d seen every day for the past five years and I’d never noticed the square jaw line and prominent nose. A big nose…hmmm. Currently, he was between girlfriends, the last one had been an Asian girl who’d had her sights on being his wife. I wonder what happened, that they split up.
“I don’t know Aiden. I’d have to give this some serious thought. When are you leaving?” Suddenly my appetite was gone, stomach filled with a heaviness at the prospect of not seeing him every day. I’d miss our bitch sessions that were filled with laughter.
He pulled his chair in closer to the table and his knees brushed against mine. Instead of immediately moving my legs and maybe throwing a smart ass comment his way, I sat still, conscious of the warmth where we touched. Aiden was a friend, like Kim was a friend and I’d never viewed him through a sexual lens, until now. Was it the prospect of losing him or the result of my jacked up hormones?
I knew he worked out three times a week and it showed from the drape of his expensive suit—broad shoulders, slim wais
t and hips. He was only a few inches taller than me and I normally liked taller men, but he was built like a wrestler. What would it be like being with him, crazy monkey sex, followed by laughter?
“I’m leaving next week. I’ve got a new office lined up that’s actually close to where you live. You could go home at lunch and have a nooner with Damian. How’s that for an enticement?” Instead of following up this remark with a laughing snort, he only smiled, peering into my eyes.
Or a nooner with you…the thought popped into my head and I could feel my neck heat up, and the spot between my legs was becoming damper by the minute. “Tempting,” was all I could mutter.
He proceeded to outline the partnership details, compensation and benefits that he had planned, while I listened quietly, seeming to hang on his every word. I only half listened as I was actually pretty content working for Mr. Grant’s firm. My focus was on his dark bedroom eyes, the tilt of his confident jaw and full lips. What could he do to me if those lips were between my legs? Was he a good lover, taking his time, drawing out the pleasure?
I couldn’t wait to get home and explore the swinger sites with Damian!
Chapter 3 – Damian
After meeting with Doherty and Gains, the engineers of the new shopping plaza, I had some time to kill. The meeting with the building inspector wasn’t until two and it was only eleven thirty. An early lunch at a restaurant near the job site would fill the time nicely. It was a dark, beery, man-cave where I could get a good hamburger and privacy to once more visit the swinger site on my iphone.
The waitress was a lusty red-head in a low-cut, tight sweater who took extra care to bend lower, revealing lots of cleavage when she placed the beer and burger before me. I smiled and paid homage to her extra service before thanking and dismissing her. If she knew what I had at home, a gorgeous, blonde with a porn star hot body, who I adored, she wouldn’t have bothered, I’m sure.
