Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  I left him there, knowing full well that I was never going to be able to satiate that need without getting something in return. I’d already called Carol and told her that I would be over as soon as I was able to ditch her husband. I’d heard that he was going to have celebratory drinks with the boys. I would have loved to join them, but I had a more pressing matter to deal with.

  Chapter six

  She met me at the door and handcuffed my wrists with a fur lined pair of handcuffs. She put the blindfold over my eyes and then she led me up the stairs making sure that I didn’t stumble and hurt myself along the way.

  Carol gave me a knowing wink. “I was so happy to get your call! I dream about you all the time even when I’m awake. I think about the things that we could be doing with each other. I have a certain toy that I want to share with you.” That sounded promising, and I was looking forward to expanding our relationship into using those toys that would probably make a man feel inferior.

  We walked slowly toward the bedroom, her fingers trailing down the curve of my back to caress my ass. I shivered. Pulling me toward her she pressed warm, soft lips against the nape of my neck, one hand still pressing the small of my back. Placing feathery kisses along my neck she pulled my groin into hers, and kissed my lips, her tongue slipping between them to lash at mine. Then, slowly, she undid my shirt, one button at a time, kissing my breasts, my ribs, my stomach… With expert fingers she unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and slid them down my legs to the floor. Our mouths clashed, tongues playing against each other, our teeth offering little nips. As we kissed she pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the floor, she kissed my tired feet, my calves, then stroked the inside of my thighs, kissing, licking and nibbling gradually all the way up to that sweet junction between my legs. All the tension that had built inside me that day turned to warm electric release, and I trembled from the pleasure of it. She licked the surrounding area of my pussy, lightly nipping the outer labia. I began to moan and thrash my hips, yearning for her tongue to enter. And she did, finally making contact with the inner folds, licking and sucking softly at first, tickling my clit. The sensation pulsated throughout my body. Each flick of her skilled tongue made me writhe with pleasure. Then her lips were on mine, our bodies pressing together. I savored my own sweet taste as her hands explored my body, and our nipples raked together.

  “This is just to get you started. I don’t plan to…ahhh…to go all the way.” Her loins were on fire and she had me grabbing at the headboard with my fingernails. My hands were over top of my head. She was not only fucking me with her pussy, but she was also pushing my breasts together and sucking both of the tips.

  “ohmygod, Carol… I think I’m … what the fuck…why did you stop?” Suddenly she rose from the bed, and I was left hanging. She didn’t answer my exclamation of surprise. I could hear her rummaging around in the closet. She was obviously finding that toy. Then I felt her standing right beside me. Her hand touched my face and then she straddled me with a pair of fake balls touching my chin.

  “This is all for you, Marlene,” she said. I’ve been using this toy for many years and believe me it never leaves me unsatisfied.” She touched the knob to my lips and it was so lifelike that I actually felt like I was touching a real cock. There was even a bit of moisture on the top, which was obviously placed there, as some sort of lubrication. It tasted like cream, but it couldn’t be.

  “I want it all…you have no idea how bad I want it. I opened my mouth and the weight of her body pinned me to the mattress. That knob slid over my tongue and left behind the feel of having a real man at my disposal. I tried to reach for the blindfold, but a pair of hands held my wrists.

  “That’s it, suck my cock. Suck it and I will give you a big reward for going above and beyond. All I have to do is think about cumming and you will get a mouthful. It’s my own personal supply that I get from Mark on a daily basis.” She must’ve frozen his seed and used it to simmer inside of these fake balls. I’d heard of such technology, but I had never witnessed or experienced it myself.

  Her thrusts became wild and I could hear her moaning. Her voice was husky. I pushed my lips and my head a little closer. Just the thought of what she was doing to me was making me so hot that I could barely sit still. I suddenly got a bigger surprise than I was ready for. That knob grew bigger, and I thought for a moment that she was pumping that seed through a tube inside the fake phallus. It splashed against my mouth and then it dawned on me that this was not fake at all.

  I felt fingers pulling the blindfold from my eyes. I looked up with my mouth full to see Mark’s smiling face looking down on me. He pulled free with a wet audible pop. “I hope you’re not angry. We’ve been planning this for quite some time. I told Carol all about you and she said that we would have better luck seducing you with her doing it first. Watching the video had me pumping that night, until I was shooting all over my wife’s face.” The very talk of watching our lesbian encounter had kept the lead in his pencil.

  “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I’m glad that you did and you’re probably right.” His cock was still ramrod stiff and Carol was behind him with her hands wrapped around his waist, holding onto that pillar of strength.

  “I’m the one that’s going to fuck you with my cock, Marlene.” She got me where she wanted me, and I was soon on my hands and knees getting plugged from behind. I looked back to see that her legs were the ones pushing up against his pelvis to spearhead his member within my folds. I split open, receiving him and then a mouth latched onto my clit and a pussy slammed down on my face. I saw the wetness of her lips and they drew my tongue to her.

  Mark was deeper than any man had ever been before. That was the kind of cock that every woman strives to find. Carol was letting me borrow her prized possession. She wasn’t lying when she told me that it was her cock. It was just not what I’d expected.

  She was leaking and I was eagerly licking around that open space between her legs. I was moaning with my tongue deep inside her. I was getting fucked and licked at the same. It was too much for my libido to handle.

  “I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me that we can share this together… Yes… Yes… Marlene… I’m going to…” I felt her body quaking and trembling as she came, and I swallowed the sweet nectar greedily.

  Seeing her body convulse excited Mark even more. He pressed into me and he was soon making that bed bounce like never before.

  “I love your body,” Carol whispered as she shifted herself to lay beside me, our sweat mingling together. Panting and gasping, Mark’s beat became even faster. His deep, powerful strokes rocked my body to the core.

  I went into convulsions, exposing my vulnerable side and allowing them to guide me into my first ever threesome. I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted, but it siphoned the steaming seed from his nuts. He fired heavily in between my legs and then Carol latched onto me with her mouth to suck it back out. With a few more licks of her tongue I felt myself go crashing over the edge.

  I was pretty much exhausted, but I was able to take her tongue and the contents of her mouth. We kissed in a very heated embrace, while Mark ran his hands all over our bodies sending these messages that things had only begun.

  I lay, limp, between them with both kissing my neck together. He kissed me first and then she pulled me by the hair to make me do the same thing for her. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that they were competing for my affections.

  Afterward:

  The three of us sat around the round oak table in the kitchen sipping red wine and eating lamb chops, wild rice, asparagus in a tangy balsamic sauce and a tossed salad. Soft jazz music played in the background. Candles glowed softly creating a cozy, romantic atmosphere.

  “Our profession is dangerous, but it helps me to know that I have the two of you to come home to,” I told them. I had moved in, and it wasn’t into the extra bedroom that they used for guests. I couldn’t get enough of their bodies, and
they were constantly surprising me. I had to pinch myself, sometimes, to believe that this was really happening.

  Carol understood that her husband, Mark, and I were in danger every day on the job and she was there to greet us with a warm body and a kiss upon our return at the end of the day. This might not have been where I had thought my life would go, but it far surpassed any ideal family life that I could have dreamed up in my lifetime. I had no idea if this was going to last, but I was happy to be with the two people that could read my body and my mind better than I could.

  One of our passions was cooking, and we heated things up in the kitchen and in the bedroom. Together we were a force to be reckoned with. We had each other, and that was more than most people could say.

  THE END

  Embracing the Urge

  Chapter 1

  It was another grueling day in the summer heat. Walking by the construction site, as they plodded by the construction sight, passers-by shielded their faces with their hands or shirts draped over their heads, trying to lessen the intensity of the sun. It was sweltering, but the construction workers, dressed in long-sleeved shirts, long pants and work-boots, seemed immune. Their spirits, much like their conspicuous muscles, remained full of strength and vigor. It was lunch-hour. Roland Princely stood leaning against a wall in the shade, laughing loudly with his buddies. He was an easy-going guy who enjoyed the simplicity of his life. He and his work-mates knew how to get through the day.

  “Look what’s coming up the street!” said Jake to the group. A cute little red-head strutted past the construction site carrying grocery bags. “Here she comes,” he mouthed. The red-head was now within range, and Jake did his thing: “Hey, hot stuff!” he shouted. She looked around, surprised. “How's about you let me carry those for you? I can handle your goods like a real man.”

  The woman paused for a moment, blushing, slightly confused. Then she glared, stamped her feet and walked off haughtily. The construction workers broke into laughter, holding their sides and slapping one another's shoulders. This was their daily means of release: catcalling unsuspecting women to see how they’d react. Most times, the fun ended once the woman in question had gotten fed up and walked away, but on rare occasions a woman surprised them.

  “Here comes another one,” announced Bobby.

  Roland eased himself off the wall, a mischievous grin on his handsome, black face. “Boys, I got this one. Let me show you how it's done.”

  A curvy figure was moving up the street, purse swaying, face dolled up, and her hips swinging hypnotically. She was devastatingly attractive.

  “Damn!” was all Jake could manage to say.

  The curvy brunette was now in range, and Roland made his move. “Hey!” he called out. The woman looked his way out of curiosity. “Those are some tempting pins you got there. It should be illegal for a woman to be hotter than the sun.”

  The other construction workers burst into fits of laughter and playful banter. Roland, however, was locked in a staring contest with the beautiful lady. Suddenly, she placed her hands on her broad hips, as if contemplating something. Then, without skipping a beat, she used her index finger to seductively call Roland over to her. This sent the co-workers into a frenzy. Roland smirked, and with the smoothest of brisk walks, he made his way over to the woman. They were now face to face.

  Roland stood towering over her bodacious body. The woman simply eyed his muscular build, noting his biceps and his firm pecs. The two stood in silence, sizing each other up.

  Suddenly, she smiled. “Well, that's quite a tongue you've got there.”

  Roland returned her smile, “Well, it's quite fit for pleasing.” He watched the look of intrigue on her face. “But enough on my words. If I'm not being too forward, but I’d sure like to get to know you better.” He watched as she giggled. “What's your name?”

  “We're past being too forward. Why should I tell you my name?”

  “How I am supposed to take you out if I don't know your name?”

  She looked incredulously at him, with amusement, “Either you're extremely confident or extraordinarily conceited.” Her hands were on her hips again, as if demanding that he continue to play the game.

  “Definitely confidence, miss. And I can prove it... if you'll let me. I'll show you that I can absolutely handle your goods.” Roland's eyes twitched to the side, conscious that he had just borrowed a line from Jake, who was too far away to hear the current conversation. “So what do you say, Beautiful?” He extended his hand. “I'm Roland Princely.”

  The woman's eyes wandered from Roland's outstretched hand to his kissable lips, then back to his hand. She licked her own lips and reached out. “I'm Olivia. Olivia Goodhall.” I can’t believe I’m actually attracted to this obvious player!

  *

  A week passed. The car cruised through the streets. Roland guided the steering wheel coolly, with finesse. Every now and then, he would steal a glance at his date. Damn, she was sexy! He couldn't believe she’d said yes to going out. He imagined touching her in all kinds of ways. Still, he knew he had to play it cool. She was still testing him, and hadn't decided yet if she was willing to give him a passing grade. Nevertheless, the little glances she took at his well toned body were encouraging.

  “You still haven't said where we're going, Roland.”

  “It's a surprise, Darlin’. And we're almost there.”

  “I see.” Olivia looked out the window and smiled to herself. He was being really liberal with his endearments.

  Finally, the car stopped and they exited the vehicle.

  “We're here,” Roland announced.

  “Here? Where's here?”

  “The Mid-March Festival.”

  Olivia raised an eyebrow, “You're kidding, right?”

  “Nope. Let's go.” Roland took her hand and began leading her inside the festival grounds.

  Olivia didn’t know what to make of this. She was expecting a glamorous night out at a fancy restaurant. Why did he bring her here? Did he think she was some sort of cheesy teenager? She felt herself growing irritated. How dare he? She wanted adult fun. I should have known!

  Olivia intended to express her disapproval throughout the night, but ironically, Roland found the simplest of ways to disarm and engage her. He won her things. When he tossed a ball and knocked over a stack of bottles at a booth, winning her a stuffed alligator, she was charmed to learn of his passion for baseball. When he swung a huge hammer and hit the high bell, winning her a neat little snow globe, she learned how dedicated he was to improving his body. And when he held her up on the Ferris Wheel, she learned how warm and accommodating he was. Olivia was unaccustomed to action dates.

  Roland appeared down to earth and dedicated, enjoying life without pretense. This was... comforting, and somehow... sexy. Olivia felt she was falling for him, and she didn't know why. Was it because their conversations flowed so easily? Or was it the raging sexual tension? She wasn't sure. But she got some clarity when they played mini-golf:

  Roland had assumed a position behind her, holding her hand as she held the club, showing her how to land the ball in the hole. She could feel his manliness riding up her ass, poking her through her thin dress. He held her like this for a while, both standing awkwardly still. His big arms pressed hers as he held the club in front of her. Finally, from over her shoulder he planted a kiss on her cheek. Feeling flushed, she turned to him and stared into his big brown eyes. Standing on tip-toe she kissed his lips. Mmmm. They were warm and flavorful. With his hands holding the curvature of her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed close and they kissed like they had known each other all their lives.

  Chapter 2

  It had been over two weeks now. Roland and Olivia had still not slept together. It was intentional on Olivia’s part, deciding that a little playing hard to get might be wise. But she’d had enough of celibacy!

  It was lunch-time at the construction site. “Hey, Rolie,” Jake hollered, “what ever happened to that fine-ass
woman you were hitting on the other day? The one that looks like this.” Jake gestured an hour-glass shape. Suddenly, all the other workmen wanted to be a part of the conversation.

  “Yeah, how did that turn out?”

  “She probably busted his balls.”

  “Say, Rolie, is that what happened? Did angel face kick you to the curb?”

  They all laughed at Roland's expense.

  Roland smirked, still cool. “Well fellas, the jokes on you. That fine thing you saw me chatting up, she and I are really starting to hit our strides.”

  “No fucking way!” Bobby interjected in disbelief.

  “Yeah!” Roland continued. We’ve been pretty inseparable the last couple of weeks”.

  “I'm happy for you, Rolie. But you should be taking a classy broad like that to nice restaurants! Treat her royally or you'll never see them panties.” Jake laughed.