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

by Mia Moore

  “Take your clothes off and join us.” Her words were soft.

  There was seduction in her voice, inviting my guy to the bed. I lifted my head from her and looked at his face. He smiled while his fingers flew to take off his shirt. Maybe it was because she’d said she was more into women…I didn’t know, but the only thing I felt was happiness for him.

  Ginny was wanton and desirable. Why shouldn’t he want to join in? There may only be this night and if that was the case, then go for it. Live for the moment. If there was anything I’d learned in the past week, that was it.

  I took her nipple into my mouth, pulling it between my lips. It lost its cone shape and was a firm nub to savor. Once more my hand drifted to her pussy, and my fingers stroked her clit the way she’d showed me. She was wet, the swollen pussy lips hugging my finger as I slid it down and inside. If I could only give her the same pleasure, she’d given me.

  My tongue left her breast and trailed a path down her abdomen, toyed with her navel, and continued over the smoothness of her tummy. I shifted on the bed and knelt between her legs.

  “Mmm…” She murmured as she pulled her knees outward, tilted her pelvis up. Her pussy lips spread just a little with her movements—the red swollen clit peeking through burgundy folds. I gazed at her for a moment or two before leaning in and tasting her. With just the tip of my tongue I touched her clit, felt a tingle on my taste buds of her sweetness. There was a soft musk infusing my nostrils and desire. My lips closed on her sensitive bud and I sucked it gently into my mouth. She moaned and thrust harder into me. Oh God, the decadent delight of her doing that—my first time eating pussy. It spurred me on. I wanted to make her cry out.

  My fingers slipped inside, felt the tight, slipperiness of hot flesh. With pursed lips, her clit sucked into my mouth, I began to flick my tongue quickly over it.

  “Oh yeah baby…that’s it.”

  I looked up into her eyes, now mere slits, breath coming fast between her lips. I sucked and licked her like my life depended on it, all four fingers thrusting in and out of her hot hole.

  She strained up and reached for Don’s cock. He stepped closer and her hand closed around the thick shaft. When she took him into her mouth, my thumb joined my fingers, stretching her cunt, pumping hard, as close to a real cock as I could make it.

  Licking her clit while she gave Don head was licentious. This was total, raucous porn and hot as hell.

  No, it was better. The scent of her pussy, the soft licking noise she made as she sucked on Don, the feel of her flesh—no porn video could ever capture the essence of this.

  She pulled her head back from Don’s cock and massaged his cock, her hand jerking up and down quickly on his shaft. Oh God, from the look on his face, the way his hips rocked back and forth, he was going to come soon.

  “Oh…don’t stop…I’m coming!” Her head fell back onto the pillow, her hips jerking upward into me.

  I hung on, tonguing her clit, following her movements like a shadow. My hand and wrist was drenched in her arousal. Had she squirted? I thought that was a myth, something contrived in porn flicks. But my God, she was wet.

  Her legs stiffened and quivered against my arms. Her pelvis jerked spasmodically into my mouth as I licked. My hand was going numb from the force of her contractions.

  She shifted sideways and pulled my head away, panting with a faint smile on her lips.

  “Oh fuck, Sara” More deep breaths as I rose.

  Her hand was still on Don’s cock but not gripping and sure as hell not doing anything to get him off. But that was okay. She’d had a big orgasm and was still coming down from it.

  I kissed her softly and then rose on my knees to face Don. The poor guy was hard as a rock even though he’d been abandoned at the last minute. I held his cock and rolled my hand on the up-stroke the way he liked.

  “Oh Jesus, that was hot.” He spoke softly, his gaze fitting from me to Ginny and back again.

  I smiled and took him into my mouth, my cheeks still dewy from Ginny’s lust. Deeper and deeper into my throat and back up. He rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth, holding my head in his hands.

  There was a soft touch on my breast and then Ginny’s face was beside mine. Her fingertips were on Don’s groin, pulling towards her mouth.

  Oh my. She wanted me to share his cock. I could only imagine the effect this would have on Don, watching two women suck him off. He may have been a little neglected when Ginny and I were going at it but this more than made up for that.

  I eased back and watched Ginny open her mouth and take his cock inside. My fingers toyed with Don’s balls and I looked up into his face. His teeth were clenched and lips fell slack, breathing hard through his nostrils. Ginny’s head was bobbing up and down on his rod, deep throating as he pumped into her.

  When she released him, her eyes had watered and she swallowed hard. Now it was my turn. Before I could take him into my mouth, hers was beside me, lapping the side of his cock from tip to stern. I joined her, his cock a giant lollipop that we licked and shared.

  “Oh Jesus…” He arched forward, shooting the first load into my fingers cupping the knob.

  Again and again he spurted, his breath raspy, legs stiff. Hot cum rolled down to my wrist but we didn’t let up. It was almost over when I eased back and licked it off my wrist. Immediately, Ginny’s mouth was on him, taking his cock deep inside.

  He jerked away from her, his hand on her golden hair pushing.

  “Oh my God…” He almost fell onto the bed next to me, sprawled out like a star fish.

  Ginny grinned and leaned toward me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

  “I need a break for half an hour. Let’s finish our drinks.” She rose and scooped up the glasses and beer.

  At her soft footsteps and then the sound of the fridge door opening, I rolled over onto Don and kissed his neck. “What do you say? Think you can go another round?”

  He lifted his head and grinned, his eyes framed at the corner in laugh lines. “Are you kidding! This is every guy’s fantasy—a threesome with two hot and horny women.”

  I glanced to the kitchen to check on Ginny. She was busy plopping ice cubes in our drinks. I moved closer, so that my lips brushed his ear.“But she’s more into women. It’s not quite—“

  His fingers shushed my words and he kissed my forehead. “It’s better this way, at least for our first time.”

  Our first time. Yeah. But certainly not the last time.

  To be continued in Part 3: Livin’ Every Minute!

  Part 3: Here We Go!

  Chapter 1: Without Me?

  It was a few weeks later that Sara made the decision to end their relationship with Ginny. What had started as a threesome was narrowing to a two-some. From the first night, Ginny had made it clear that she was more into women than men. She’d gone along when Don had joined them the first night, but on subsequent evenings, not so much. The phone call on Thursday afternoon was the last straw.

  “Take tomorrow off. We can have lunch, go shopping and come back to my place. It’ll be fun, just us girls.” Ginny’s voice sounded kind of whiney.

  “I can’t. It’s year-end at work and crazy busy. They’d never give me the day off.” Sara clutched her cell phone tightly, walking fast despite the treacherous ice patches on the sidewalk. She was five minutes late already, delayed by the long line up at the deli. She should have just brown bagged her lunch.

  “Call in sick. They can’t fire you for that and besides if they’re busy, it’s job security. C’mon, I’ll give you a massage…with my tongue.”

  A tingly warmth pulsed between Sara’s legs. Ginny was an expert in the lusty art of cunnilingus, prolonging the excitement for as long as she could and then would have Sara close to screaming when she finally let her come.

  Her boot slipped on dark ice, hands shot out and she dropped the bag containing her sandwich, trying to right herself. Maybe if she wasn’t on the damned phone thinking of sex with Ginny, she’d have seen the ice
. Plus this was the second time that Ginny had suggested a get together—without Don.

  “It’s not just me. Don’s really busy at work too.” She scooped the bag from the sidewalk and continued walking. It was time to set things straight with Ginny, get this out in the open.

  “We don’t need him to have fun. Actually it would be better—“

  “No way. He’s my guy and I love him. I’m not interested in getting together if he’s not there.” The words came out sharper than intended, but the point had been made.

  “You don’t have to be like that…so huffy.” Ginny was now playing the victim card.

  Oh God. Sara sighed and rolled her eyes.

  “Fine. Forget I asked.” Ginny could do the huffy, every bit as well as Sara.

  Sara spied the large building where she worked just ahead. She didn’t have time for this bullshit and for Ginny to suggest getting together for sex without Don—well that was kind of like asking her to cheat.

  Sara stopped and looked down at the grey, slushy sidewalk. “Look Ginny, I don’t think this is working anymore. You want me but not Don. I like you but I’m not looking for a ‘girlfriend’ girlfriend. I’m happy with Don.”

  Click.

  What the hell? She held the phone out and looked at the screen. Ginny had hung up on her? Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. Fuck! AND, she was late getting back from lunch, a fact that the anal asshole, Mary, was sure to notice and comment on.

  ****

  “Yeah, I was beginning to feel like a third wheel when we got together with Ginny. I mean, I didn’t say anything because I thought you were having a good time. But if it had gone on much longer, I probably would have.” Don leaned against counter with his arm crossed in front. The corner of his mouth curled up as he watched me, resignation in his eyes.

  I got up from my chair at the kitchen table and put my hands on his arms. “You should have said something. It was fun for both of us at first, even though she was more bi, but her preference for women…It wasn’t as much fun, always trying to draw you into it.”

  “As a spectator sport, it was better than baseball but it WAS kind of frustrating.” He put his arms around me and we rocked back and forth, comforting each other.

  After a few moments, my face knotted in a frown; I looked up at him. “This is a bit weird. It’s like we just broke up with her—a woman we liked but who needed more than we could give. She should forget trying to be bi, picking up couples and just go for women. That’s what she’s really about.”

  “Yeah, agreed.” He let out a big sigh and pulled me into him again. “Where does this leave us? Still interested in experimenting or has this tainted everything?”

  I pushed away from him, my eyes wide staring into his. “Are you kidding? Of course I’m interested. It’s just that we have to find people who want the same as us, just sexy fun. No hang-ups or hidden agenda like Ginny. I’m sure there are lots of people who want what we do.”

  Don’s head lifted to gaze at the ceiling, the grin on his face, a little off side. “Well…”

  I grabbed the front of his shirt in my fists and pulled him towards me.”What? Spill it. What have you been up to, you naughty boy?”

  “You mean the times when I surfed my cell phone, waiting while you got your cookies with Ginny?”

  My hands slapped against his chest. “It wasn’t that bad that you were surfing your phone. C’mon. It was still pretty hot for you to watch.”

  “You’re right. I’m just teasing. But I DID do some research on the web. There are lots of swinger sites…lots of people like us, who are interested in spicing things up.”

  My mouth dropped open almost as wide as my eyes. “You didn’t! Oh my God, that’s great.” Another walk on the wild side…with people just like us, no fear of romantic entanglements, just sex. “Show me. Let’s get on the computer.”

  I took his hand pulled him after me, heading for the bedroom where he usually left the laptop. He laughed but there was no hesitation in his step.

  He picked up the machine and joined me on the bed, our backs resting against the headboard. The screen lit up and his fingers flew across the keyboard. With a few clicks the scene on the monitor became the home page of ‘The Lifestyle’.

  “The Lifestyle?” I looked over at him.

  “Yeah. When they say that, they mean swingers.” He typed once more and the scene changed to a menu selection.

  My stomach became tight watching his ease and familiarity. “Did you join this already? Without me?” God only knew how many single women might be on this site. Had he contacted any of them?

  His head swiveled quickly, an indignant look on his face. “NO! I signed in as a guest, just nosing around. I was going to tell you about this tonight, so we could sign up TOGETHER. Jeez, Sara.”

  My face grew warm and I looked back at the screen. “Sorry.” If I was this suspicious and insecure, should we really be thinking of hooking up with other couples? I bit my lower lip as I shifted closer to him, watching the screen.

  “Let’s look at some couples. See who all is on here.” With a few clicks of the mouse, a picture of a woman and a guy, their arms around each other posing for the camera appeared.

  She was a petite redhead, wearing a short, skin-tight, green dress that fit her more like a body stocking. The guy was a head taller, with the broad muscular frame of a wrestler. They were both attractive enough, even though they looked shy and a bit self conscious. They were probably about our age, early to mid-forties.

  “Look, they’re newbies like us. She’s bi-curious, they’re looking to meet a couple our age, ‘must have sense of humor and positive outlook, can entertain in their home’. Uh oh. They smoke. ”

  “Pass. Keep going.” I’d given up that habit years ago and had no wish to be exposed to anymore tar or nicotine. If we got together with them, it’d be like kissing an ashtray.

  He clicked once more and a photo of a busty blonde, half of her face hidden in a large floppy hat appeared. What she hid in facial features, she more than made up for in her body, revealing acres of flesh above the scant blue top. I sneaked a peak at Don, who seemed to be swimming in the river of cleavage on the screen.

  “Where’s the guy? I thought this was supposed to be couples.” I gave him an elbow in the ribs to get his attention.

  “Sometimes they only show the woman. The guys must be shy or something. But he’s posted his stats. Six feet three, athletic build, full head of dark hair and…NO WAY!”

  I leaned closer to the screen and read where he’d left off. Ten inch cock? THAT got my attention. Don could take Chesty Morgan, I’d ride that bad boy, a regular John Holmes. “Wait! Let’s find out what they’re like.”

  “Ummm.” He grinned at me, “No.” and clicked to the next profile.

  A picture of a brunette wearing a bikini, next to a guy, built like a body builder, on a beach flashed onto the screen.

  I put my hand on his arm, eyes narrowed watching him. “Wait. So any guy here that says his dick is bigger than yours is out?”

  “You got it.” He turned back to the brunette in the bikini.

  “Oh no, no, no. You can’t do that. What if I feel threatened by how good looking tiny dick guy’s wife is? Maybe she’s got bigger boobs, is prettier or—“

  “Wouldn’t happen. I haven’t seen anyone here who’s prettier than you or who’s got better boobs. Remember, your boobs were the first thing that attracted Ginny to us.”

  A smile slowly creased my face as I watched him. Not only handsome as hell, sitting there all beefy and manly but smart too. He knew just the right thing to say to reassure me. He was right, Ginny had been gaga over my breasts.

  I puffed a sigh. Considering how all of this had started, my fear of the lump in my breast, the irony was perfect. If not for that, I probably would not be sitting in bed next to Don, ‘shopping’ for another couple to have sex with.

  The threesome with Ginny had been fun—my first bi-sexual experience. Making out with ano
ther woman was hotter than I’d ever imagined. The fact that it was a little out there, taboo in some circles made it even hotter. Hell, how many times since that first night with her, had I caught myself checking out other women? Seeing them sexually, the way a guy does?

  Still, when it came down to it, I liked being with a guy more. I gave Don another elbow in the ribs. That ten inch guy would have been nice to try.

  “Hey! What was that for?” Not waiting for my answer he continued. “This couple looks good. They’re a bit younger than us but they’ve been in the lifestyle a long time. Listen to this. ‘We’re interested in meeting people to share our bed for sex and our life for fun and friendship. After you’ve seen each other naked, screaming out in lust, a game of golf or skiing down a mountain together reaches a whole new level of closeness.’”

  He turned to me with a beaming smile. “We like to golf and as for skiing, it’s been a while but that’d be fun.”

  “Not to mention traveling together. They look like they’re in Mexico or the Caribbean.” I examined the picture, closely this time. Wow! Her bikini was tiny, barely covering her nipples or crotch. Considering the size of her boobs, even a traditional bathing suit would have a tough time of it. Her smile and expression was nice, and with the shape of her eyes, turned up at the outer corners and the high cheekbones, she was a knockout.

  The guy must have been a football player in high school or college from the width of his shoulders and muscular, tanned legs. The way his hand draped around her waist, hugging her close was sweet. He looked pretty friendly as well, with a broad smile and laughter in his eyes.

  I scanned the stats, wondering if he’d put his dimensions up like Mr. ‘Ten Inch’. Nope. Hmm…a mystery.

  “What do you say? Should we contact them?” Don’s eyes sparkled as bright as any kid’s on Christmas morning.