Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  “I know that your day off doesn’t match up with my husband’s. If you think that you feel good now, then you are definitely in for a surprise. I’ve had a few women, and they’ve wakened something in me that I didn’t know was there. Now I can’t seem to get enough.” She seemed confident and vulnerable at the same time.

  “I am tempted . . .” I could barely speak. My body was on fire.

  “I know that you have the day off tomorrow. Let’s not wait around.” She got out of the shower and I watched her through the frosted glass, as she toweled herself off very slowly for my amusement.

  “I’ll be here, but you’re going to have to be gentle with me…at least at first.”

  She put her dress back on, and stopped at the threshold looking over her shoulder at me “Don’t worry; I don’t bite, unless of course you want me to.” She left the bathroom and I was tempted to take matters into my own hands. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough for me.

  Dinner was ripe with a sexual tension that you could cut with a knife. I had both of them playing footsy with me underneath the table with Mark taking my right leg and Carol taking my left. It was a lucky thing that they didn’t meet in the middle, or things could have gotten a lot more explosive in more ways than one.

  She was doing the dishes and Mark escorted me to the door with his hand on my ass like it meant nothing. “I told you that you would get on famously with her. She’s very easy to talk to. I think that you’ll find that you have more in common than you think.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. I left with a desire to go back in and jump Carol.

  Chapter four

  A bottle of wine in hand, I knocked on the door at 11:00 AM. I didn’t hear anything, but I noticed that there was a note on the door. “Hey, Marlene! Come in and follow your way to heaven,” it said. I almost laughed at what the postman delivering her mail must have thought if he’d read that.

  I opened the door. Clothing had been dropped on the floor making a pathway leading to the bedroom. There lay a pair of jeans, a tight-knit black top and sheer underwear. I twirled the bra on my hand, until I picked up her panties and saw that they were soiled on the inside. I could smell her sex, and the scent was an intoxicating elixir that had me crawling on my hands and knees.

  I was a little hesitant at the bedroom door, but I finally took a deep breath and opened it. I just stood there for a moment, gaping. Carol was tied to the bed wearing a blindfold. There was a glistening wetness circling her nipples with this faint smell of strawberries. I followed that scent. She had obviously made herself into a sensual offering that I was never going to back down from.

  “I’ve been tied up like this for about two hours. I thought that you would never get here. I hope that you’re hungry. The pie on the menu is strawberry with this sweet syrup that needs to be coaxed from the center.” I stared at her and ran my eyes over her curves. Then I climbed onto the bed, stripping off my jeans and very thin tee shirt. I spread her legs and she willingly complied, until she was in the position where her lips split down the middle.

  “I feel a little guilty about Mark,” I mumbled kind of half-heartedly. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t be some kind of home wrecker…”

  But I couldn’t resist. The blood-red sheets underneath her body only made her look that much more delicious. The sight of her was an aphrodisiac that had me creaming down the inside of my thighs.

  Her voice was sultry. “I thought that I would make myself irresistible for you. You obviously have reservations and I was hoping to put them to rest once and for all. Don’t worry about my husband. I’m sure that if he was here, he would be the first one to stand at the foot of the bed and watch us in action.”

  I wasn’t sure if I agreed with her, but I couldn’t exactly deny myself the possibility of something sweet tickling my palate.

  I touched her mound and she shivered. She made this moan of desire that came from the fact that I was tracing my finger down the lips and over her clit. I found her opening and I dipped into the wetness. I could feel the heat surround that digit and it pulled me into the depths of her.

  “I think I knew that this was where we were going to end up from the moment that I met you. The way that Mark talks about you doesn’t do you justice.” Her words came between breathless sighs.

  I put my lips on her bald, smooth mound, licked in a circle, but didn’t get close enough to touch her clit. Her breathing was ragged now. “I didn’t take you for the kind of girl that would be a tease, but I like it.”

  “I like to play with my food before I devour it, Carol.” Since she was tied up, I felt she was a captive audience. I could do anything I wanted. Being able to touch her when she wasn’t able to touch me gave me a giddy little thrill. I felt powerful. I tickled her clit with my tongue for a moment; little whispery flicks. I could taste the sweetness of strawberry mixed with her own special muskiness. It was the most delicious thing I’d eaten in my life! Little guttural grunts escaped her lips as I whipped my tongue around greedily inside her. Her hands gripped my hair, pulling as she writhed and arched her body, grinding her hips further into my mouth. My tongue lashed more and more ferociously, sucking deeply those delectable juices of hers.

  I was on my knees in front of her with my ass up in the air. I licked a straight line down from her clit to her gaping hole. I didn’t even give her a chance to be ready for it. With her hands outstretched and handcuffed to the bedpost, it was easy for her to let go of any inhibitions she may have had.

  She spoke huskily. “I’ve needed this for so long… Yes…fuck me with that nice long tongue of yours, Marlene. Let that thick cream gush into your mouth and satisfy your curiosity once and for all. Yes… fuck me. Get in there fucking deep and hold still…yes…like that…oh my god.” She came off the mattress with her body bowed and she screamed, so loud that I worried that the neighbors might call the police.

  I held her down as best as I could, but she was a wild filly that had yet to be tamed. Her entire body was trembling, shaking from the intensity of the moment. This was an awe inspiring experience. I felt truly honored.

  My tongue was moving at a very fast pace and there was very little that I could do to keep up with how fast that hot cream pushed between my lips. My tongue was inundated with that sweetness and I savored every single drop, until I managed to finally pull myself away.

  I crawled up to her like a tiger after its prey, never losing eye contact and seeing that she was still enjoying the aftermath of what I had done. I kissed her lips and let her taste herself. Our tongues played along the edges of our lips. She was pretty much at my mercy with no energy to speak of. She had no way to fight me off or show any kind of resistance.

  With feather-like touches, I grazed her nipples with my own and then I slid my thighs up along her stomach leaving a trail of my wetness in my wake. My thighs were quivering at the very idea that I was going to make her give me that pleasure that was going to make me scream with the kind of sound that only dogs could hear.

  My thighs were over her head and my pussy dripped a little bit of excitement onto her mouth. Her tongue came out to lick at those errant drops, and her sighs told me that this was exactly what she wanted. “This is what you want? You do want me to sit on your face?” She nodded her head with enthusiasm. I slowly brought forth the object of her desire.

  At the first feel of her tongue, I had to grasp onto the headboard to brace myself from falling over. I heard her murmur of delight, as she dug in to the source of my sexual heat. It burned her tongue, but the fire in her eyes made for the perfect combination.

  My speech came in uneven spurts. “I just want to feel good, but I get this feeling that I’m going to feel a whole lot more than that with…YOU.” I moved my body down onto her and grinded in a circle. Her tongue was deep inside and I was now bouncing up and down like a pogo stick. “I want to cum and leave a glaze of sweetness on your lips. You really do know how to satisfy a woman. I’m sure that any man would be catnip to a girl like you.” I found my
self overwhelmed; completely at my wit’s end, and I grabbed onto her hair and pressed her face harder against me.

  She mumbled something, but it wasn’t anything that I could understand.

  “You are doing it right…so fucking right…fuck…fuck…fuck.” This was a litany of dirty talk and every word that came out of my mouth was brought forth by her tongue making its own special mark. Speaking of Mark, I could see his smiling face in a photograph by the bed and I had to turn away in disgust by my behavior. I thought that that would deter me from getting off, but that wasn’t how this played out.

  From the way that she talked to the way that she moved, she had me wrapped around her finger. I felt like I was at home and I came with a pounding drum in my head. My orgasm rocked my body, sending shockwave after crippling shockwave. I screamed with pure pleasure.

  Flopping to the side I lay there sizzling. I wanted to take a picture for posterity, so that I could always remember the way that this moment felt. I had always been too scared to face my hidden desires. She had seen right through me and had guided me with a helpful hand into another type of loving.

  I untied her hands. She curled up into my arms with her tongue lazily licking at my right nipple. “I’m so glad that you came into our lives. I want you to come back tomorrow night. Mark will be out with the boys playing poker.” I’d heard about those poker games and knew that sometimes they lasted into the wee hours of the morning. “This time, I’m going to tie you down and enjoy myself by taking my time. I’m also going to blindfold you, so that your only way to know what is going on is to use your other senses.” I thought that I could say no, but all I could do was nod my head.

  Chapter five

  Fiery flames, thick smoke and errant sparks surrounded us. The blistering heat was excruciating. But the adrenaline-charge I felt at being in the middle of it was exhilarating. I had the water hose in my hand feeling the pump of that important liquid flowing through to the other side. It was hard to keep ahold of it, but Mark was right there to help me. The fire was blazing out of control. The fire was spreading across the ceiling quickly. Something was obviously feeding this living entity.

  “We can do this, Marlene. We have to, or it’s going to spread to the surrounding houses and create a domino effect. We need to keep it right here in the garage.” We were surrounded by smoke. The only thing that was keeping us from succumbing to smoke inhalation were the masks of oxygen over our faces. I could feel the heat singeing the tips of my hair. The blast penetrated into my clothing, and made me sweat something fierce.

  “Stay with me, Mark. Let’s show this fire who’s the boss.” Pieces of the ceiling were coming down around us. One huge chunk missed me by a few inches. It reminded me of how fragile the human body really was. We could be snuffed out with the snap of a finger. “We have it where we want it. We won’t let it win!” I felt like the hose was an extension of God’s hand.

  “Marlene, the Captain said that we need to vacate and let this thing burn itself out. I can’t do that, but I won’t blame you for wanting to save your own skin,” Mark yelled.

  There was no way that I was going to leave him there. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that and he didn’t make it out. And even the thought of having to tell Carol her husband was gone was horrific.

  “We’re in this together!” I told him. He stood close behind me, and I feel those hard muscles even through the fireman’s uniform. I don’t know why, but I felt that the fire had a mind of its own. It was beautiful, but also deadly.

  “You’ve been a blessing in my life, Marlene.” Did he think we were going to die?

  I remembered how it felt with Carol and I longed to reenact that battle between the sheets once again.

  “Your friendship and your dedication to your duty is the only thing that is keeping this fire from burning everything alive in its path,” he managed to say. Another piece of the ceiling fell and landed on my shoulder. I stumbled for a moment, but Mark was right there to help me back up and put me on the right path.

  “We might die here today, Mark.” We were yelling back and forth at each other, as if our souls depended on these last few words. “I want you to know that even knowing you has been a pleasure. I need to tell you something and it’s about your wife. She and I …” I didn’t get a chance to finish what I had to say, as the ceiling came crashing down towards us. We jumped back to avoid contact, and directed the intensity of the spray towards the fire’s source. The barbecue in the corner of the garage had been lit without the owner knowing that there was a small leak in the propane tank. It had exploded in his face. He was fighting for his life in the hospital.

  We both began to scream, and that gave us the necessary push to take it the rest of the way. The water rained down on that fire, until it was but an ember of what it had been. We had survived, but I had this funny feeling that the Captain wasn’t going to be patting us on the back anytime soon.

  Making sure that it was completely out, we emerged to a chorus of applause from the people in the neighborhood who were lining the street to watch. They had come to witness the catastrophe, but the human spirit of the fire fighter had given them the hope that they were looking for. We were praised as heroes, but the look that we got from the Captain was not for the faint of heart.

  “I think that the both of you know that you got lucky in there. I’m the Captain and what I say goes. What you did was go against every procedure that we have. You’re lucky that it worked out in your favor. It could’ve gone differently. This is going to be written down in your permanent record. On a personal note, I do have to say that I was quite impressed by how well you worked together. You seemed to know what the other was thinking. You’re both of the same mentality that you can’t leave anybody behind.” Mark was showing his veteran status with a smile. I was a little concerned by the write-up, but Mark took me aside and told me that there was really nothing to worry about.

  “I don’t know how many times I have been written up. I don’t think that you’re doing your job, unless you are pissing somebody off. You showed me something in there. Your attitude is something that I can draw from. We’ve been taught that a fire is alive and we have to respect it. I like how you followed your instincts.” I was glad that he didn’t ask about what I wanted to say about his wife. It was distinctly possible that he hadn’t even heard what I’d said.

  I caught sight of my reflection in the glass of the fire truck. I was covered with a mask of ash. I looked back at the aftermath of the fire and I took a healthy step back. Looking at the carnage left behind I could see how very close this could have come to taking out not only the garage, but several nearby houses. The only damage to the house nearby was a little singe on the siding.

  That was not the only fire that day, but it was the one that made me aware that I was not invincible. It could have changed my mind and made me walk away, but it didn’t. This was what I was meant to do and I was not going to allow anybody to tell me differently.

  Walking into a death trap fueled my adrenaline and arousal. Carol had said that she was only a call away, and I was going to take that on face value.

  “Marlene, that was some of the finest work that I’ve ever seen in this department or any other. You showed me and those that doubted you that you have a place here. You’re not one to let somebody take a risk, unless of course you’re willing to take that same risk right alongside them. I think that you have a long and distinguished career in front of you. We could even be looking at the first female Captain of this department.” This was high praise coming from Mark. He most likely coveted that position himself. I felt a flush of gratitude and admiration for him.

  “I don’t know what to say to something like that. I hope some day that my parents will think the way you do.” I knew that Christmas holidays were four months away, but it would be here before I knew it.

  “If you need me to convince them, then all you have to do is ask.” Mark smiled at me. We drove back to the station and I went into t
he shower feeling like somebody was watching me. They had told me when I started that I could have a private shower, but I hadn’t wanted special treatment. There was no doubt a certain amount of pleasure that came from looking at all of these well put together bodies in the same wet conditions. Seeing their skin dancing with that water hitting their muscular physiques had made my knees go weak. I think some thought that I was more interested in the female form. How little they knew about me. I was an equal opportunity sex partner.

  Mark stepped into the spray next to mine. I looked over with a modicum of embarrassment. His eyes were traveling up and down my naked body. It was an unwritten rule that the guys would stay out of there when I showered, but nobody really paid attention to it. Mark was the only one that had given me that kind of privacy. I don’t think that I could’ve been any happier by his change of attitude. Looking at him now only strengthened my attraction to him. He didn’t say anything, but he did smile and motion with his eyes that he was fair game. I placed my hand on him and I found myself jerking him off in the shower while the rest of our brethren were outside no more than ten feet away.

  “You don’t know how good that feels, Marlene.” I was glad that I was giving him that kind of pleasure. It kind of took away the guilt that I felt for stepping up behind his back with his wife. “I’m never going to be able to last. Your fingers are amazing and the way that you grasp onto me with that kind of tightness only makes me think of what it would be like to be with you in a more Biblical sense.” His words of encouragement made my fingers go into a blur of wet motion. I was using the hot water to direct at his balls and at the length of him at the same time.

  “Mark, I’ve always wanted to do this, but I never thought that it would happen.” I felt his cock jerk in my hands and that sweet sticky sauce from the tip was now drooling down the sides. His eyes were glazed over and then his balls rose up against his scrotum. I saw the head expand and on female instinct alone, I got down on my knees and surrounded his knob with the hot recesses of my mouth. Those hot confines made him let out a mighty bellow from his lips that was stifled by his teeth digging into the palm of his hand. He went off and I swallowed everything he gave me. There was no way that I was going to waste it on the shower floor.