Swingers Cravings (Swinger Bisexual MMF Menage Romance): All Three Books Bundled In A Single Volume!

by Mia Moore

  He finished pouring the drink and turned to hand it to me. “Are you kidding? You may never have known juniors existed but for me, guys like me… YOU and Joanne were the hottest girls in high school.” He leaned against the counter and sipped his beer.

  I smiled thinking how hot HE was, standing there so casually, the oddball boyish grin on his face.

  Reminiscing about days gone by was a welcome break from my obsessive thoughts of the big C.

  “Oh yeah? So who did you jerk off more to? Joanne or me?” I took a sip of vodka and watched him like an eagle watches a field mouse.

  “No fair. You know I’ve GOT to say you.” He shook his head and looked at the floor. “Which by the way is true.”

  “I wonder how many guys she slept with before she hooked up with Phil?” My head jerked back and I stared at him. “You didn’t sleep with her, did you?”

  His face muscles tightened in a sneering smile. “Are you kidding? I was a sophomore, invisible.”

  Thank God. A flashback of Phil and I making out at the drive-in appeared in my mind. He’d been the first and then Jeff, no big deal there of course. I grinned. Now, Don, which was a big deal. Three guys…in all my forty-three years, just three guys.

  My head jerked back and I looked at Don once more. “How many women have you slept with in your life?”

  His eyes closed and he shook his head back and forth a few times before he looked at me. “WHAT?”

  My heart clenched picturing him with other women, but I wanted to know. Five shots of vodka wanted to know. “You heard me. How many? I’m just curious.”

  He set the beer bottle on the counter and extended his hands, fingers splayed as he concentrated. I noticed his lips move, no sound of course and each finger twitched in sequence. Oh my God, he’d gone through all ten fingers and was starting again! My jaw grew slack and now I wasn’t sure I wanted to know anymore.

  Oh shit. Twenty! And he was still counting?

  He looked up at me, his head tilted to the side. “Twenty-eight.”

  “What the fuck! Twenty-eight! Oh my God, I’ve missed out on a lot.” I drained my glass and held it up for a refill.

  He stepped towards me and took the glass, his eyebrows drawn together, almost forming question marks on his forehead. “Okay. I’ll play along. How many for you?”

  My hand gripped the glass below his and I hung on. “Three. That’s all and that’s including you.”

  “Oh.” His answer was small and soft.

  I let go of the glass and sat silently while he fixed another drink for me. Just a few hours ago, I was almost paralyzed in fear of what the lump meant. Shit, I could die. And in all my years, I’d only ever experienced three men, whereas he’d been with twenty-eight women.

  Wait, was I included in the twenty-eight or was he really at twenty-nine?

  I watched Don’s wide shoulders, the broad back that narrowed to slim hips and muscular thighs. Sex with Don was better than it’d ever been with Jeff or Phil. I snorted softly. Now I knew why! Look at the experience he brought to the bedroom!

  When he turned and handed me my drink, there was a far-away look in his eye…or maybe it was the vodka that made me think it.

  I was feeling more relaxed (and horny) than I’d felt in days. “What was the kinkiest thing you ever did?” I took the glass from him and smiled.

  “You sure you want to hear this?” The muscles on his face scrunched into an incredulous expression.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” I’d had just enough vodka to add, “Look, if the lump turns out bad…well I’m living vicariously, kinda’, with your past sexual experiences, to know what it’s like. Sex with a bunch of people.”

  “Well first of all it wasn’t a bunch, not all at once kind of thing, an orgy. Just one at a time. But the one I’ll always remember… Maybe a lot of that has to do with the fact I didn’t have a lot of experience at the time. Anyways, Robert Stamp and I double dated and ended up at the drive-in with two girls.”

  I blinked, round-eyed at him, shaking my head and grinning. It wasn’t hard to imagine horny teenagers at the drive-in.

  “They were hot and lusty or in the popular vernacular of the time--sluts. I was in the back seat with one, fucking to beat the band while Rob banged the other. Hearing them, while getting my own rocks off, just made it so much hotter. I think I fucked her five times that night.” His hand dropped to his crotch and he adjusted his cock. “Look, it still gets me hard.”

  “Save that thought. I think after the stress of the last couple of days…” I looked at the floor for a moment. With a shake of my head, determined not to go down that train-wreck of thought, I added, “I kind of wish that I’d had sex with more guys. I was a little on the wild side back in high school but not really sexually. Some drinking, some weed, but that was about it. I mean my parents and older sister Elaine…I guess being a slut was something too out there, it wouldn’t have been tolerated. I’m a product of my up-bringing.”

  “Yeah, guys have it better in that respect. Not so much judgment about sleeping around. It’s bullshit of course.” He took a long haul of his beer and turned the radio on.

  Oh my God. It was that song again. The bucket list song. Well, now I had an item that I could put on that list--sex with more men. I sighed knowing that it was too late for that. I’d met Don and I loved him. Sex with lots more guys was out.

  Chapter 7: Brewer’s Droop

  “Sorry. Brewer’s droop.” Don snuggled his lips into my neck, holding me close.

  No matter what I did, the erection was only half-hearted and wouldn’t last. I’d massaged his cock the way he liked, sucked and licked him till my jaw ached, but he couldn’t stay hard when he mounted me.

  “Look, I’ll take a pass until tomorrow but I want you to come. There’re lots of things we can do.” He pulled his head back and in the low lighting of the bedside table his eyes danced.

  I’d had way too many vodkas but all the sex talk and the tension in my body had me pretty horny. “Do you want to use my vibrator on me?” We’d done that a few other times, as a warm-up to the real thing and it’d been fun.

  “That, plus there’s a video, you might like.” He pulled away from me and got out of bed, grabbed his laptop and climbed back in next to me.

  I smiled and felt a thrill go through my clit. I’d never appreciated porn until I’d met Don. Before him, sitting watching it in the comfort of your living room was a total bore. There was no plot really, no love story, just a lot of sucking and fucking. BUT, when watched in bed, snuggled close to your guy, it was something entirely different! We’d done it more than a few times after being out at a club, drinking and partying.

  He sat with the laptop tucked into his tummy, me snuggling into his arm watching the screen and navigated to the video. When it opened, and I saw what was playing, I looked up at him. “This is new.”

  He grinned and lifted the computer, shifted to kneel on the bed and set it down. He reached across to the night stand, took the rabbit vibrator from its case and then moved down to rest next to my thigh.

  Oh yeah. A flutter of warmth filled my pussy knowing I’d be getting a tongue lashing soon.

  On the screen four young couples were lounging around in a living room, drinking cocktails and flirting. The women wore short skirts and very low tops, revealing lots of cleavage. The guys were all buff, handsome and dressed business casual. It didn’t take long for one of the women, a busty blonde, to complain of the heat and start stripping down in front of all the others.

  I felt Don’s finger trail a line softly down my furrow to my opening. Oh yeah, he pushed it inside, fucking me gently.

  On the screen, another woman, this time an athletic looking brunette, rose to help Blondie out of her dress. She slipped it over her shoulders and wiggled as it passed her breasts, barely contained in a half cup bra. One of the men (not the one the blonde had been sitting with when the scene opened) joined the two women, assisting in removing the rest of her clothes. She stood ther
e stark naked, huge bare boobs, round firm ass and crotch shaved to just a landing strip.

  Mmm…Don’s finger slid up between my pussy lips and stroked my clit.

  Now Blondie wanted to show her appreciation to the man who had helped strip her. Her fingers slid the zipper of his pants down and she lowered her body to kneel in front of him, fished his cock out. Oh my. It was a big one, that needed just a few laps of her tongue to get it to stand at attention.

  The other couples on the screen rose from their seats and began to disrobe. They seemed to do a musical chairs thing, shifting from the partner they were with to a new one. Fuck! These were swingers about to get into an all out orgy!

  Don slipped the vibrator inside me and turned it on, placed the vibrating rabbit ear flaps against my clit. Oh God! It felt so good, rubbing my clit as my cunt was filled with the dildo.

  On screen one of the guys laid on an ottoman, dark, rock hard, cock pointing at the ceiling, his hand holding a red headed woman’s hand as she climbed onto him. She faced his feet, displaying a set of perky and pointy tits and a pink slit of pussy as she lay back onto him. Another woman, joined them, made quite a fuss of fingering the red head’s clit, making her moan with pleasure.

  Oh fuck, this was hot! And Don was really working the vibrator, pushing it hard into me. His mouth, hot and wet, replaced the rabbit flaps and I moaned just like the woman in the video. Oh God, what would that be like? Fucking a guy, not your husband, while his wife played with your clit?

  I closed my eyes for a second and I was there. Some hot guy was filling me with cock and his wife or some woman was eating me out. Oh Jesus! My hips took on a life of their own, pumping into the mouth, eagerly sucking that hard cock as deep into my cunt as it would go.

  “Oh yeah baby…Suck me, fuck me hard...” On the screen, the couples were going at it in earnest, with close ups on cocks and pussies. I was there…oh yeah…part of the orgy…my cunt being fucked by any and everyone like a wanton slut. Oh yeah, a slut to be fucked by…

  ”OH JESUS!” Waves of ecstasy shuddered through my clit, flooded out from my cunt to my very finger tips. I grasped Don’s head and mashed his lips onto my clit…humped his face, lost in bliss. There was only this moment, riding the wave of lust…

  My back arched and I pushed his head away from me. “Oh fuck, Don. Oh my God, that was good.”

  He rose, his face slick with my passion and kissed me. His hand guided his cock through my furrow. Oh my. That little session had him hard as a rock. Yum!

  When he thrust into me, I moaned. The vibrator had been good but can’t compete with the hot thickness of a real cock. He raised his torso and held his upper body on outstretched arms, looking down into my eyes.

  “Fuck you’re hot.” He pumped into me again, hard and deep.

  “As hot as the slut you fucked at the drive-in?” My words were a seductive whisper, rewarded by another deep pounding thrust.

  “Did she beg you to fuck her? ‘Fuck me Donny, please with that big cock’.” His eyes closed and he pumped into me faster.

  “Did you and Rob trade? Did you want to fuck his girl? Yeah baby, I bet she wanted you to fuck her too.” I thrust up, clasped my legs around him, rolling my hips.

  His hips were like a piston, back and forth pushing his cock deeper with each thrust. I reached for his balls. They were hard as walnuts, tight and drawn close to his body.

  “Did she hold your balls while you fucked her friend?” It was wild. I’d never said such things before and I loved every minute, loved seeing the effect on him—a guy who had drank too much that evening. The guy who’d had trouble staying hard was now a raging bull, hell bent and ready to blow his load.

  “Oh yeah…oh God…I’m…coming!” His hips ground into me hard, held still while his cock exploded hot cum, bathing my inner walls with his lust. I squeezed my muscles tight, milked every drop from him.

  His eyes opened for a moment and he smiled down at me. “Sara. All the things you said…”

  I ran my hands over his back and grinned. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

  His answer was a soft kiss on my lips before he rolled off and lay next to me.

  “I think you liked the video.” He reached for my hand and held it tight. “I love you. We’ll be okay, trust me.”

  I rolled onto my side and snuggled into his body. “I think we will be. I didn’t want to tell you but now I’m glad I did.”

  His hand drifted to the back of my head and he pulled me in tighter. “You didn’t want me to feel it earlier…will you show me now?”

  I pulled back from him and rolled onto my back. I reached for his hand and placed it on that too familiar spot—the lump. His fingers pressed in and rolled around.

  “We’ll beat this thing. I feel it but you were smart to get to the doctor as soon as you did. Thank God. It’ll be okay. Your doctor has seen this many times. If she reassured you, then that counts for a lot.” He removed his hand and lay back down, stroked my hair.

  “I almost believe you. Tonight was what I needed. Getting drunk, strolling down memory lane and then making love. I’m glad you’re in my life.” A tear rolled down my cheek, whether from all the vodka or just the relief of sharing the burden. One thing I did know…if I survived this fucking lump, there were going to be some changes in my life.

  Don had been turned on earlier in the kitchen relating the story of the double date. And then when I brought it up, getting him really hot, actually almost putting him back in that night in the drive-in, it had amped things up.

  And then me? Actually fantasizing about strange men fucking me while Don ate me out? The video had been hot but not just that. There was a world of sexual fun out there to experience with Don. If I lived through this mess in my breast, that was a world we would share together.

  To Be Continued in Part 2!

  Part 2: Ready Or Not!

  Chapter 1: This Can’t Be Good

  When I woke up I stretched my arms, to find Don’s side of the bed empty, not a trace of warmth. I pulled myself up, about to get out of bed when the door opened. At the sight of him carrying a tray, laid out with coffee and an omelet, warmth flooded through me and I sank back into the pillows. I wouldn’t have to suffer through another day, alone, waiting for the doctor’s call.

  “Good morning. How’s the hangover?” He set the tray on my lap and walked to the other side of the bed.

  Oh yeah. I should be feeling a bit rough around the edges but, surprisingly my head was clear.

  “I’m good. How about you? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

  “Yeah, but I called in. Joe will cover the most pressing appointments; the others can wait. It’s more important to be with you right now.” He lay back on the pillow and patted my leg. “Besides which, I’m tired. You really took a round out of me last night.”

  I sat staring at the coffee in front of me and felt my throat constrict. The sex had been really good, a little out there, sexier. How many more times would we be able to do that? I sighed and let my head fall back, bump the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “Oh Don…”

  “I know.” He leaned into me and put his arm over my shoulder. “Look, I’m calling her office and try to speed things up. This sitting, waiting is not doing either of us any good.”

  The knot in my stomach loosened and I turned to face him. The look of concern in his eyes, and the set of his mouth, straight, take no prisoners, shot straight to my heart. We were a couple, and I could count on him to be there, no matter the outcome.

  He glanced at the alarm clock and hopped out of bed. He grabbed the phone off the highboy and held it in his hand. “What’s the number?”

  “634-0255.” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

  His dark eyes narrowed as he punched in the numbers and then held the phone to his ear. It seemed that for too long a time, I had to be brave, be strong to handle any problem that came along. Right now, having him help, take charge of the situation meant a lot. I could almost believe that thing
s WOULD work out.

  “Hello. It’s Don O’Brien, Sara Elliott’s husband. I’m calling about the test results. Did Dr. Marker get them? We’d like to come in and talk to her.”

  His head bobbed backward for a second and eyebrows raised. A blank look came over his face.

  Oh no. What was going on?

  “Thanks.” He clicked the phone off and his expression was serious when he looked at me. “She has the results. We’re seeing her in two hours. They were just about to call us.”

  I exhaled slowly, unaware that I’d been holding my breath. Why would the doctor want to see me if the test was negative? All along, I’d had the secret hope that I’d get the call and she’d tell me it was just a cyst. But she wanted to speak with me in person. That couldn’t be good.

  Chapter 2: Life Is Short

  Don held my hand when we left the doctor’s office. The snow that had been in today’s forecast had started--wet, slushy flakes, destined to melt before Christmas. He pulled me along, navigating our way to the truck.

  Inside, with the heater blasting on my feet and the windshield, he turned to me. Lines crossed his forehead and separated dark eyebrows, as his eyes focused on mine. “Sara, remember what she said—the ultra sound was inconclusive. It may still be a cyst. We’ve got to think positively on this.”

  I shivered despite the fact that the truck was warm. “But if it was nothing, why did she schedule the biopsy for this afternoon? Oh God…” My hands covered my face and the tears flowed.

  He pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. “She’s a good doctor. Whatever the hell this is, she’s looking after it.” He pulled back from me and gently pried my hands away. “We’ve got an hour to kill. What do you want to do—get some lunch, just drive around…you name it.”

  My stomach left like a solid block of concrete. I pursed my lips and exhaled loudly. “No, I couldn’t eat a bite. Why don’t we just drive? Maybe it’ll take my mind off this for a while.” I pulled a tissue from my purse and blew my nose. When I pulled the visor down to check my eyes, sure enough mascara was smudged under them.