by Mia Moore
Janice would warm up to the idea of being fucked by another guy. After being married for ten years, I knew my her better than she knew herself sometimes. She’d been shocked at first, just like she’d been when I’d suggested going to a couples club and now she loved it.
I took a large swallow of the icy ale and pictured the sex we’d had the other night, the first time I’d come right out and told her about my fantasy—seeing her get fucked by another guy.
She always liked it when I talked smutty during sex, but I’d used the dildo on her and pretended it was some hot stud’s cock. Why the idea of watching this got me so turned on, was a mystery, but it was hot as hell. Actually, if I wasn’t careful, I’d be hard as a rock before I knew it and that waitress would think it was because of her.
I scooped the phone from my shirt pocket and went to what was becoming my favorite spot—the swinger site. How many times could I surf the site before they made me join? I was glad the restaurant wasn’t busy and I wouldn’t have to worry about people snooping over my shoulder at the screen of my phone. They’d think I was gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Hell, my best friend in college had been gay.
I laid the phone on the table when the screen showed a guy in his late twenties, with dark hair, handsome with a nice friendly smile, who’d probably appeal to Janice. After a large bite of the burger, I read his profile. Hmm…likes blondes with a big rack, loooves cunnilingus and has a nine inch cock. She’d like that but maybe the cock’s too big; don’t want to spoil her for mine.
I brushed the screen with the tip of my finger and a blond, body builder type popped up. This guy would do both partners in a couple and loves double entry. Well, I wasn’t sure about that one, never had sex with a man and not about to start.
Bingo. The next guy who popped up on the screen was shirtless showing a nice six pack but more importantly he was smiling, friendly looking. His preference for a couple in their mid thirties, in good shape with a blonde wife was perfect for us, and his package wasn’t bigger than mine but…Holy cow, if he was telling the truth about the thickness, Janice would love it and I’d get to watch.
***
When Janice opened the door of her office building and stepped out onto the sidewalk, I was struck once more by how attractive she lwas—the almost Scandinavian blonde, flawless, ivory skin with wide blue eyes. How she’d ever been attracted to me was still a mystery.
“Hi. How was your day, Babe?” I took the briefcase from her hand and placed my other arm over her shoulder, drawing her close for a kiss on the cheek.
“Weird, even for a Monday.” She flashed a bright smile and squeezed my hand, hard.
“Hey! What happened?” I pulled my hand away and reached forward to open the car door for her.
“Aiden is leaving the firm and I’ve been having lascivious thoughts about men all day, thanks to you!” She slid down to the seat, revealing a lithe, strong thigh where her skirt rode up.
That was bad news about Aiden but I liked where her thoughts had been focused all day--very promising. I crossed in front of the car and got in, looking across at her as I started the engine. “You’ll miss Aiden and your gossip sessions. But I want to hear more about the thoughts. So you’re considering it?” I glanced in the rear view mirror before pulling out onto the street, trying my best to appear nonchalant despite the fact that my cock was getting firm.
“Yeah, Aiden wants me to leave and work with him in a partnership. I’m not sure about that. I like working for Grants.” She slipped the seat belt over her lap and reached forward to turn the radio on.
My hand flashed to turn it right back off and I grinned at her. “You are such a tease! You know I’m dying to hear more and you’re acting like it’s nothing.”
She laughed and turned to face me. “You’re right, but you deserve it. Do you know how horny I am? First I had this hot, young client and then lunch with Aiden and I kept wondering what they’d be like in bed. Not one of my more professional moments.”
My head swiveled to face her. “Aiden? I guess he’s attractive but you guys have been friends for years. Sex with him wouldn’t seem right.’ I jerked away when her hand flew up to swat my arm.
“Really? I don’t get to pick the guy?” She was silent for a few seconds. “Actually, you’re right. Not Aiden.”
“I found one that I think you’d like.” I glanced at her, half expecting another shot in the arm but instead her look brightened and she leaned towards me.
“What’s he like? How old? Dark hair, blond?”
“You’ll just have to wait until we get home, smarty pants.” Two could play at that game and this time I did get the playful punch.
***
“I’m going into the bedroom; bring your tablet.” Janice was already removing the jacket of her suit, striding purposely in her high heels across the kitchen floor.
I scooped up the tablet from the kitchen table and hurried after her. My dick had been hard too many times that day, picturing her getting fucked by the guy I’d found on the swinger site.
When I arrived in the bedroom, her silky blouse was off, breasts threatening to spill from the lacy white bra, as her hands worked the zipper of her skirt. I set the tablet down and tore at the buttons of my shirt to get it off. We were like two teenagers in the back seat of a borrowed car, frantic in our lust.
Janice stood before me in her stay-up stockings, and panties, about to remove her bra. “No. Leave it on but take the panties off.” My voice was low as I undid the belt of my pants watching her.
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second and a small smile appeared on her full lips before she lay on the bed.
I kicked my pants to the side and reached into the drawer of the night table beside the bed. My hand was almost shaking when I pulled the vibrator out and sat beside her. Next, the tablet to show her the guy I was positive she’d like. She raised her torso, supporting herself on her elbow to see the screen.
After a few clicks and the picture appearing, I angled the screen for her to have a better look, all the while peering at her features. Did it look like she found him attractive? Her eyebrows were pulled together as she read his profile.
I slid my hand along the smooth, satiny flesh of her abdomen, down past her slightly rounded, tummy to her shaven mons. My finger trailed along her slippery slit, teasing, softly. “Would you like his hand here? He’s gently parting your thick, wet, pussy lips to touch your clit.”
Her sharp intake of breath was all I needed to spur me on. I reached for the vibrator and eased lower on the bed, spreading her legs wide and moving my head between them. Her smooth pussy lips were only inches from my mouth, the nub of her clit aroused and protruding. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it slowly.
“He wants to lick your cunt and make you really wet because you’ll need to be wet to take that massive, thick cock. Do you want him to lick you?” Oh God, my cock was hard as granite, drizzling pre-cum on my stomach.
“Yes Sean, lick my clit, suck it into your mouth.” Her voice was almost a moan.
She called me the name of the guy on the site! Fuck yeah! He was going to suck her and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. I leaned forward and sucked one lip into my mouth, purposely making her wait, despite my raging hard on. And then the other, while I pressed the vibrator against her opening. God she was so wet and ready!
The tip of my tongue flicked quickly across the head of her clit as I pushed the vibrator deep inside her. Her hips arched for more of the cock and she spread her pussy lips wide with her fingers. Wow. She was really getting into the fantasy. She’d never done that before when I ate her out.
“Suck it into your mouth and keep licking it fast. Fuck me harder.” Her voice was husky as she took control of the fantasy lover.
My mouth opened and lips closed around her clit, licking the sensitive underside to the tip as I shoved the dildo into her faster. She was writhing under my touch, almost ready to come.
I cou
ldn’t take it anymore and rose up removing the vibrator and flipping her body over to take her doggy style. Her round ass cheeks were spread, the dark rosebud hole peeking up at me before I drove my cock deep into her…but it wasn’t me. In my mind it was Sean fucking her. I glanced sideways to see the reflection in the mirror, watched her beautiful, big tits bounce as he drove into her. Her eyebrows were pulled together, eyes shut as she bucked back against him.
“Yeah, that’s right, squeeze his cock tight, ride it and show him what a slutty, sex kitten you are.”
Her hand rose to take the vibrator and turn it on, placing it firmly against her clit. “Yesss. Fuck me fast Sean. You’re so thick and hard.”
Oh God, her muscles were clenched on the cock inside her, hips bucking up like a wild bronco. “Ahhhhh…I’m coming….” I rammed the thick cock deep inside her, shooting load after load of pent up lust into her slippery hole.
Her hand was rubbing the vibrator furiously against her clit and I felt her body stiffen, her legs tremble as she moaned incoherently.
My body almost collapsed on top of her, my hands snaking around her waist to be filled by her gorgeous tits. Fuck! If it was this hot, fantasizing another guy fucking her, what would it be like when it happened!
Chapter 4- Janice, photo shoot
“Oh God, Damian, that was hot, pretending you were Sean fucking me! I came three times! And his picture and profile-wow. I wasn’t sure this morning but…” I felt him slip out of me, leaving a trail of warm wetness on the inside of my thigh before I turned onto my side and sat up.
“For me, too. I’m glad you’ve warmed up to the idea ‘cause I think it’ll be great for both of us. You like his profile, huh?” Damian shifted on the bed to sit next to me, the tablet on his lap.
“Yeah, he’s clean cut and handsome as hell.” I gazed at Sean’s photo. He had a great smile; almost laughing and it showed in the creases at the corner of his light, blue eyes. If what he said about the thickness of his cock was true, it’d be the experience of a lifetime to have sex with him.
“I like the idea that he’s younger than us and the way he’s written the profile, it sounds like he has a good sense of humor. This is going to be exciting as hell, but I’d like to keep it light and easy.” Damian’s arm went over my shoulder and he pulled me close to kiss my forehead.
“I’m glad you’re going along with my fantasy but if you have second thoughts, we can drop it at any time. You know that, right? No questions asked. The important thing is us.” His face was serious and his eyes bored into mine.
“Of course. I love you and I think it’ll be fun. Look at how horny we were just PRETENDING! Are we going to join the site and contact him?” Now that I was in agreement, it couldn’t happen soon enough.
“Okay, my little Minx, there’s no time like the present. We’ve got to join to be able to contact Sean. Writing the profile will be relatively simple but have you given any thoughts to photos?” Damian rose from the bed to get his laptop from the office.
Oh yeah, photos. There was no way I’d let either of our faces be seen on a swinger site. This town was too small for that and we each had successful careers. “Can we blank out our faces?”
“I’ve looked at a few profiles of couples and there are some that don’t show the face; it’s blurred out. I think we can do whatever we like but we want to look attractive, dress provocatively.” He took a seat next to me and opened the case. “Looks like we’re going to be doing a photo shoot tonight.”
There were a few low cut, tight dresses that I’d bought for the club that were pretty daring. Maybe instead of blurring the features, we could wear the masquerade masks that we’d got at New Year’s. At least our smiles would show through that way. “Let me see some of the other couples’ profiles so I know how much to show or not show.” I edged in closer to the screen as he clicked away.
“You’ve got to be a paid member to see any nudity, so these ones are pretty tame.”
I poked him in the ribs. “You’re a real expert on this, aren’t you? How many women have you been checking out?”
He turned to face me and grinned. “Only the one sitting next to me.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head but inside my heart was bursting. He’d said just the right thing to reassure me. A photo of a dark haired woman in her late thirties popped up on the screen. She was standing in a bedroom wearing a black lacy bra, a garter belt and stockings. Her boobs were almost spilling from the bra and her hips were curvy above legs that seemed to go on forever with the high stiletto heels. The only thing blurred about her, were her eyes.
Damian moved the mouse and a picture of her husband filled the screen. He was stocky, wearing dark pants and a white shirt, also in the bedroom setting. He had dark hair that had begun to recede at the forehead, dark eyes and a trimmed beard and mustache—overall, not a bad looking guy.
The next woman to pop up was a red head with an athletic body, firm legs displayed in a micro-mini dress that hugged her narrow hips and waist. Her full face and the face of her blonde partner were plain to see.
So it really WAS up to the couple how much or how little they chose to display in their profile pics. I rose from the bed and called over my shoulder, leaving the room. “How about you order a pizza for dinner and crack open a bottle of wine? I’m going to take a shower and get sexed up for the photos.”
I paused at the doorway and turned to face him. “You know, we’ve never taken naughty pictures of us making love or anything like this. I think this will be fun.” When his eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, I winked and licked my lower lip.
“Our personal porn stash, starring Janice and Damian. I like it.” He lifted the laptop showing his cock, hard once more. “Annndddd, maybe our soon to be friend, Sean, would like to co-star.”
“You’re so bad! I love it!” I blew a kiss to the man who knew me so well, my partner and soul mate, feeling like a frisky school girl, hurrying in to the bathroom to get ready—the conservative lawyer role replaced by naughty Janice.
Oh God, I’d just had mind blowing sex and my pussy was tingling at the prospect of the photos, getting slutty. I turned the shower on and stepped in to clean my body while my mind was picturing filthy things I would do to Damian while the camera rolled. Maybe in another life, I’d been a burlesque dancer because I was getting into this very easily. It was hard not to let my fingers linger, washing my pussy.
When I turned the shower off and slid the glass door back, Damian was standing before me, extending a glass of wine. “Dinner is on the way.” His gaze drifted to my breasts, beads of water dripping from my hardened nipples. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
“Look who’s talking.” In the satin robe, tied loosely at the waist, his muscular chest and tight abdomen peeked through the folds of the cloth. I took the wine from his hand and raised it to my lips, my gaze drinking in his dark eyes, the shadow of beard in the hollow under his cheekbones and his full, parted lips.
“I’d better get out of here and let you dry off, before I’m tempted to fuck you again. I want to wait to get that on film.” He handed a fluffy white towel to me, and with a smile, he was gone.
I took another large swallow of the clear, icy wine and set the glass on the counter. It was fruity, burning its way down my throat but I wouldn’t need it for the liquid courage—my hormones were in over-drive already. After toweling myself quickly, I turned on the heat lamp and took my make-up case from the cabinet.
Even when going to the club, I wouldn’t wear as much make-up as I planned on using tonight. I applied a dark shadow, extending to the corner of my eyebrows and black mascara to my blonde lashes. Instead of the pale pink lipstick, I covered my lips with a bright, hooker red, shade. No need for foundation or blush. I pinned my hair loosely up, letting some tendrils frame my face and trail down my neck.
Deep inside the bag was a set of small, round clips, still in their packaging from when I’d bought them. I opened the plastic bag and opened the gold ri
ng to apply it to my nipple. Ow! It hurt, but in a good way, shooting a dart of pleasure to my clit. Next the other breast. I looked in the mirror and smiled at the gold ring pinching the nipple of my dark areole. Taking a deep breath, I bent and clipped one to my pussy lip. Another glance in the mirror…Oh yeah! I looked lusty and fuckable.
When I entered the bedroom, I could hear Damian speaking at the front door. The pizza must have arrived. What if I’d answered the door wearing only this jewelry? I couldn’t help giggling at the thought. Damian would probably get his fantasy way before we had a chance to meet Sean.
I pulled out a red, lacy bra and garter belt from the back of the drawer of my dresser and set them on the bed. The cup size of the bra was smaller than the normal ‘D’ I usually wore, but pushed the girls high, making them look enormous, spilling over the top. Next, the mesh bag with my stockings—a black pair would do just nicely, especially with the black stiletto heels.
When I was dressed in my hooker lingerie, I pulled a micro-mini red lace dress from a hanger in my closet. Ten minutes later, a dash of perfume and I was ready for another glass of wine and the photo shoot.
Chapter 5 Damian, the photographer
Something told me that dinner would be served late that night, IN BED. I turned the oven on low, placed the box inside it and poured another glass of wine, downing it in two swallows. When I turned to take the bottle into the bedroom to get dressed, my hand drifted to the counter, setting the wine down while my jaw dropped.
Holy fuck! Was that Janice? She’d always dressed seductively when we went to the club but now she looked absolutely luscious, all tits and legs, every guy’s fantasy! The ivory mounds of her breasts, bursting up from the scooped neckline, the slim waist with a tiny mound of her tummy, curving out to a round hip and long, lithe thighs—my cock was rock hard.
