Billionaire: Menage: Swinger: Let's Swing (MMF Bisexual Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Short Stories)

by Piquette Fontaine

  Soon, the three of us were falling out of our clothes, article after article after article. I made the men undress first, stripping seductively down to their birthday suits before my oh so happy eyes. I requested that Mark keep his tie on and nothing else, just because it turned me on, and with me being his superior, he had no choice but to oblige me...

  Then, once the two of them were naked, and I'd adequately compared their sexy nudity, the length of their wangs (Harry had more girth, Mark just a fraction of an inch or so more in distance,) I allowed them to undress me as well. They slid me out of my clothes, their hands sweeping over my anatomy as they did so, clutching my breasts, squeezing my ass, my blouse, my skirt, my bra, my panties, all falling to the floor of the elevator, and my high heels the only things I kept on, adding to the eroticism of the situation even further.

  We reconvened in our sexy little circle, continuing to kiss for some time, making out passionately, until I realized that, as shockingly as ever, the two men were as enamored with one another as they were with me. I slipped discreetly out of the way so that they could kiss without obstruction, bodies pressed together, dicks crossed and grinding against one another's stomachs as they pulled tightly, tightly, tightly together....

  As the two of them kissed, I proceeded to stoop between them onto my knees, seizing a hold of each man's penis in my fingers, and working them up vigorously. I slipped my lips around each man, and I began to suck, a double headed blowjob, slurping from cock to cock and back again as they continued to ravish one another up above, their shafts beginning to drip with my saliva as I struggled not to overwhelm myself, but at last I had to pull away, taking a breather.

  It seemed as though the two men needed just such a break themselves, then, popping their mouths part in desperation, peering furiously into one another's eyes- but apparently, something far dirtier than a breather was presently flitting through their minds in that moment...

  I watched, confused for a minute, as Harry reached down into the pocket of his shed dress pants, fishing for something- a condom, I suddenly realized, and I found myself leaning in, awash with anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a show, nothing I might ever have imagined being a reality.

  Harry bent Mark over at the waist, lowering him to his hands and knees, then he hoisted his leg around his left side, his cock slapping against Mark's spine as it slowly bounced to a halt. Harry unrolled the condom along the long, veiny course of his shaft, then slowly brought his pelvis back.

  Mark cringed, and then moaned with pleasure as my boss swept his immensity inside him, plugging up that tight ass of his with every splendid inch of his hard cock. Onward, onward, onward, onward he plunged, until at last he touched down inside him, and mark and I both let out a tremendous sigh of relief.

  Maybe it was a very, very good thing that the power was out, so that the security camera wasn't able to witness all that was unfolding so unexpectedly during the elevator's shutdown...

  I reached desperately between my legs, and began to rub my pussy with a fury that was almost violent, masturbating myself to the splendid sight as my dom proceeded to fuck my sub up his tight butthole, heaving his entire weight into Mark as he pounded that ass with a tremendous enthusiasm, pushing, hurling, thumping, fucking, Mark roaring wildly all the while, a smile spread wide across his lips, and the sweat continuing to roll in torrents along his skin.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” And, WHAM!

  Harry heaved his way up inside him one final time, and held himself there, his entire weight pressed up against the lucky bastard, his arm around him as he braced himself, and the two of them shivering, until prostate orgasm struck Mark, and he proceeded to ejaculate across the metal floor of the elevator- TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP...

  Lord, God almighty, what a sight... And they hadn't even gotten around to me yet...

  Of course, though, we had plenty of time to kill, and given the almost absurd eroticism of the situation, I felt confident in my ability to get the two men hard in short enough order after they'd just finished draining their loads.

  Harry pulled out of Mark, and Mark pulled out of the condom, and all three of us wrapped once more into a sticky, sweaty heap, a tangle of limbs kissing, licking, slurping, the horniness level of the room once again coming to ahead, and the subject of the lovemaking entirely me this time, as they squeezed my tits, and rubbed my pussy, and slid their hands all over every splendid, dripping inch of me.

  The next thing I knew, I was draped over Mark's body like a blanket, dry humping him, kissing him madly, my head light with the strangeness of this all, and him, I could tell, hard as steel once again with the prospect of being inside me as I kissed him. I could feel Harry, reaching toward the two of us, and seizing a hold of Mark's penis, bringing its tip to the opening of my pussy, and pushing him inside. I groaned, and whimpered in a manner most feminine, as I felt the immense blade of his shaft curl up into the tight nook of my cunt, slid into my deepest, wettest fathoms, and touching down at last.

  He was beneath me, as was his place, and I was dominating him, grinding, thrusting on top of him, getting him nice and settled into place inside my body...

  And then, of course, it was time for the kicker. I braced myself, ceasing my thrusting, as I felt Mr. Johnson mounting me from the top, dominating me, in turn, and pushing open my body, penetrating me from the top, and treating me, in turn, to my first ever double penetration. The sensation of the two men's cocks grinding up against one another, their shafts rubbing turned me on like hell, and when at last Harry touched down inside me, his legs wrapped around me, and the lips of my cunt stretched out to their maximum capacity, I let out a tremendous, wide-eyed gasp of pleasure.

  Lord help me, the two men began to push, to hump, to thrust, to fuck me wildly, and I realized the extent to which I'd become oh so thoroughly overloaded. And Jesus, did I love it... Mark, understandably, was limited in his movements, given the weight pressing down upon him, the pressure, yet he still managed to get in his fair share of good, hard stabs. Harry, by contrast, was the one to get in the most lethal damage, pounding me vigorously, smashing that pussy like there was no tomorrow, overwhelming both Mark and I, causing me to moan, to cry, to shout out in ecstasy, as with a last few vicious thrusts, the two of them made their last efforts at pummeling, and pushed themselves firmly into place.

  Both of them, almost at once, began to ejaculate inside me, pulse after pulse of their sperm drenching my insides in such abundance that it came dripping out of my body. I loved the feeling of them coating one another in their respective fluids, and the sensations swelled to a maximum, so that orgasm burst through my body uncontrollably, causing my spine to arch, my eyes to widen, and every tender bit of my anatomy to shake, to rattle, to become so overloaded with sensation that I couldn't fucking take it.

  And as the last few pangs of ecstasy came shivering through my anatomy, the lights suddenly flashed on in the elevator, the floor began to move, and we all went wide-eyed, laughing at our predicament, but then the three of us swiftly extricating ourselves form one another, realizing there would be consequences if we ended up caught, and scrambling to dress, clean up, and make it seem as though nothing at all had happened over the course of our imprisonment.

  When at last the elevator doors slid open once more, hours past the point at which I'd originally been expecting them to do so, the three of us walked triumphantly through them and into the hallway, heads held high, even as the crowds around us stared, gaping, at our messy, sweaty hair, and our disheveled, hastily clad articles of clothing.

  We frankly didn't give a damn what people thought about the three of us. We had had the time of our lives in that elevator, and I smiled, already making plans in my head to meet the two of them again once the work day was over- although I decided, once we were there, maybe it would be best if we took the stairs...

  The End

  Wave Rider 2

  Chapter 1

  Amanda, Matt, and Danny lay in bed, caked in sweat and the afte
rglow of sex. Amanda's chest was heaving, having never experienced anything like the pleasure she had just been made to feel. The two men were either side of her, hands draped over her glistening bosom as though she were some kind of goddess with a harem of men to satisfy her. She sank into the pillow and nestled her head against the soft fabric. When she breathed in she smelled the heaviness in the air, and when she looked down she saw the two men drained and spent of all energy. Matt's blonde locks were matted to his forehead and beads of sweat trickled down his bare skin. Danny's eyes were closed, and his soft breath washed over her shoulder. She watched a drop of her own sweat roll along her collarbone and dive off her shoulder, trickling down into his mouth. His lips, the lips that had spent all night kissing her, parted slightly to let the salty drop slide between them, and he let out a soft, satisfied grunt. His body shifted a little and she felt his hot hard body press against her. She was sandwiched between the two men and if she tried to move she found herself incapable, for she was stuck in the pincers of their body. The sheets were wound around their bodies and as Amanda looked down a smile curled upon her lips as she looked at the legs mingling together, not knowing where one of them ended and the other began.

  Never in her life had she thought that she would have shared a bed with two men and now that it was over she was surprised that she didn't feel different or transformed. Before it happened she had felt so anxious about it, like she was about to embark on some great adventure and afterwards she would never be the same, but the act of fucking those two surfing instructors had felt so natural and so right that it didn't seem to be wrong at all. In fact, she couldn't believe that she had never done it before and the rest of her life started to feel like it had been a lie. Everything she was fed had told her that being with just one person was the normal thing to do and to have a loving relationship, but when it came to sex two cocks were better than one and she just wished that the two of them were awake because she wanted to enjoy their bodies again.

  Matt murmured something and she thought that he was going to stir, but a long drop of drool poured out of his mouth and he just nestled his head into her shoulder. His mouth was near her breath and as he breathed it washed over her nipple, making it hard. Her hands were wrapped around their bodies and she could feel the heat emanating from their skin. Her pussy still ached after the pounding it had received but it was hungry for me, and when she wriggled her body close to theirs she could feel their cocks twitching slightly, and it saddened her that the two men were not conscious.

  She twisted her head to look out of the window and at the moonlight that shone outside. Things had progressed so quickly that she hadn't had a chance to draw the curtains. The silver light illuminated the room in an ethereal glow and it danced upon their sweaty bodies. Up in the inky black sky the stars twinkled, and Amanda sighed, for thoughts of Ricky entered her mind. Her ex was traveling around the world and she had no idea where he was or what he was doing, but she was sure that he wasn't doing anything like she had just done, and she almost wished that she could tell him to see the look on his face. That's what he deserved for telling her that he was leaving to go traveling without any warning. The comeuppance would have been delicious, but she knew that she would probably never see him again.

  Amanda suddenly felt very thirsty so she carefully extricated herself from the bed of lust and walked, naked, to the kitchen. She enjoyed the freedom of her body and the balmy night air drifted through the open cracks of the windows, enveloping her body in the feeling of nature. She opened the fridge and pulled out some orange juice, filling a glass. She tilted her head back and gulped it down, the thick orange liquid gushed out so forcefully that it spread around her jaws and dripped down her body. Amanda cursed and set the glass on the side, then placed her finger on her chest and slid it against her skin, collecting the fallen drops. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it dry, then leaned on her elbows as she looked out of the window towards the water. The sea looked dark and cold. The stars and moon were reflected, giving the idea that the heavens were endless and it stretched out so far that she couldn't see the horizon. Was there any world left out there? It would have been easy to believe that she was standing on the last outpost of the world and beyond the horizon there was nothing but possibilities, a world beyond the world, a world that she would never know. But Ricky knew. And although she was exploring new territory in her own bedroom she was still envious that he was seeing the world, and as she continued staring out to sea her heart became bitter and she turned away in frustration.

  Chapter 2

  The morning sun shone in through the window, warm golden light replacing the cool silver of the moon. Danny and Matt were snoring softly and Amanda was the first to rise, feeling well-rested even though she had only managed a few hours of sleep. She stretched her limbs as best she could, and in doing so woke Danny.

  “Morning,” he said, half-groaning. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead. His hand squeezed her breast and she smiled as the memories and sensations of the previous night came flooding back.

  “That was something last night,” he said.

  “You can say that again. Had you ever done anything like that before?”

  “Never,” he said in a satisfied groan, and then reached over to caress Matt's arm. The Australian man seemed like he was going to stir, but his eyes remained closed. Amanda saw the look in Danny's eyes and was moved by the affection in them.

  “You like him a lot, don't you?”

  “Much more than I should,” he replied with a wry smile.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “You know what's he's like. He's trouble. But then I've always fallen for people that are wrong for me. Guess I'm just attracted by the danger.”

  “Well you are a surfer, always gotta hunt the biggest waves.”

  “Yeah,” he said, laughing, “but I don't know, there's just something about him, the first time I saw him I knew that I was in trouble but I didn't know how to handle it. Didn't even know if he was interested in guys at first. He always had a woman hanging off his arm, and he was always ready to party so I just resigned myself to the fact that it would never happen. Then one day we were out on the water surfing together. He was showing me some new technique he was trying out. His hand was on my stomach, his hips were pressed up against me, and his lips were so close to my skin that I could almost feel them. I don't know if he could feel my heart racing but it was as intense as the wildest tsunami and I lost concentration. We went spinning from the board and plummeted into the water. The foamy waves pulled us down and we flailed about until we found each other and held on tightly. We laughed and steadied ourselves, holding onto the board, and then we realized that we were still holding onto each other. Suddenly our laughter subsided and we were in the water, staring at each other, and I could feel the attraction swell between us. I almost didn't believe it was happening, and I thought he was going to say, 'What the fuck do you think you're doing mate?' (his imitation of Matt made Amanda giggle) but he didn't. He didn't say anything. He just leaned in and planted one on me. We tasted of the sea and we disappeared under the surface of the water, and it was probably the most amazing moment of my life.”

  When he finished talking he had a wistful look on his face as though he wanted to go back to that moment and live in it for eternity, replaying it over and over again until the end of time itself.

  “What happened then?” Amanda asked.

  “Well,” he said, rolling his eyes, “after that life happens. You know, there are these romantic moments that happen like they do in the movies but unlike the movies life still happens after them. We got back to shore and fucked like animals and I thought it was going to be the start of something special, but he told me that he didn't like being tied down and he was too greedy to only enjoy one person. And ever since then we've been doing this stupid dance. We fuck, I get pissed off, he goes off with someone else. It drives me crazy but I can't escape it. I don't really want to. All I want is hi
m, even though he's no good for me.”

  Amanda kissed him on the forehead again, feeling great sympathy for him.

  “It's never nice when the love you have twists you up inside. I'm sorry you've had to go through that. But I have to ask you, is he really worth all the angst? I mean, surely there must be other men, or women around that take an interest in you? Why is he so special?”

  “Why is the sky blue? I don't know, all I know is that from the first moment I saw him my heart was taken and it's been his ever since. I don't know where it's going to end up but I can't quit him and I'm not even going to be able to try. So I just...I guess I just want to thank you for doing this with us and giving me the opportunity to be close with him again.” He was smiling sheepishly and Amanda couldn't believe that this rugged, masculine man was acting like such a grateful puppy.