Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  He looks up at Lisa’s face, visible past her breasts just because she too is looking at him. She doesn’t even notice Lauren for a minute, just seeing her husband mouth the words ‘you’re amazing’ before placing his mouth on her most intimate parts hard. She rests her head back now, tilting it in a position that would be precarious if she wasn’t, thanks to a bi-weekly yoga class, so incredibly agile. Lisa knows that she has to be every sort of amazing to have agreed to this in the first place.

  Lisa watches occasionally, catching Lauren moving expertly on the hand two fingers of which are inside her. She makes a mental note of the gyrations of her waist, and plans to learn this extremely seductive move. Harvey takes his other hand, lifts it so that Lauren has to bend and meet it midair, taking three of Harvey’s fingers into her mouth. The way she sucks on these fingers is a hell of a lot more intense than her mouth was on his cock, and Lisa makes another mental note.

  These lessons are proving to be well worth the sacrifice of having to share her husband for a few hours.

  Harvey is lapping noisily and obscenely, bringing Lisa to a massive orgasm with nothing but the various parts of his mouth. He slips his fingers out of the younger woman, and then finally lifts his face from his wife’s dripping pussy. He has every intention of eating Lauren out too today, making full use of his get out of jail free card. He looks at Lisa, and then lies next to her on the daybed. He kisses her again, as though to confirm for Lauren the real dynamics of what is happening here.

  There is no doubt in Lauren’s mind, though.

  Lisa surprises herself, touching Lauren’s breasts as she recovers into a kneeling position. Lauren takes Lisa’s nipples, one at a time, into her mouth. Harvey is beside himself with excitement now, pulling on his own cock for a bit, moving the copious amounts of precum dripping from his tip all over his shaft.

  Lisa is again the director, and she moves Lauren so that she is hovering with her wetness just above Harvey’s face. The middle-aged billionaire wastes no time, lifting his head to meet Laurens honeypot, literally pulling her down on his face with nothing but his mouth. His hands are on Lisa’s ass as he gently massages her round curves as she straddles his erection. He slides it easily into her tightness, again a testament to her experience.

  As Harvey enters Lauren with his tongue, lashing at her clit, her hips pulsate around it. His wife mimics Lisa’s rotations on his hand just a moment earlier. It takes her a minute, but soon she has got the rhythm, and soon she is contracting the muscles of her own pussy to create the most delicious squeezes that are not unlike electrical pulses all over the parts of Harvey’s shaft that happen to be inside her at the time. She has never done this before, and neither has Lauren, a testament to her inexperience, and Harvey soon finds himself on a collision course with his first orgasm.

  As he sprays the bulk of his seed into Lisa, Lauren is gushing a river into his mouth. The timing of it couldn’t have been more perfect if he had planned it himself.

  Lauren pulls herself off of Harvey, and looks at his cock, the head in Lisa’s mouth lapping up the excess. It has started to go slightly limp, but one thing both women know from very intimate experience, is that Harvey Weinstein doesn’t stay limp for too long. This is an impressive fete, especially given his age.

  Lauren sucks the remaining semen from him, tasting Lisa still on his shaft, and it goes hard for a minute, but then soft again. Lauren looks at Lisa, who throws her an ‘I got this look,’ just before she takes over with her mouth on her man. He goes harder and harder, and soon enough he is sporting another massive erection. Lisa cannot help but feel good, feel like this is all testament to his desire for her. She pulls her mouth off him and watches Lauren assume the position she just held with such authority. Experience trumps youth today, because the assistant to the personal assistant really struggles to get enough of him inside her to allow him to do what he needs to.

  Harvey sits up and lays Lauren onto her back, a position that he knows will be more comfortable for her because it allows her to relinquish control to him entirely. He mounts her expertly, bringing her to the most beautiful orgasm.

  Lisa is just above her head, and Lauren’s grasps her hips, her hands splayed around them. Her loving tongue reaches Lisa’s slit with lightning-quick flicks around the vaginal entrance, creating a fiery massage. Lisa is moaning softly, arching her back, her head falling back. Lauren begins to devour her more ferociously, and the smart dart of her tongue strikes directly on the nerve cluster, that sweet spot. Electricity courses to every nerve fiber in her body.

  Harvey is now laying beside Lauren, thoroughly satiated. Lisa moves to nestle beside him, and the world begins to fade away as they sink into the mutual pleasure of the moment.

  Lauren has had her orgasm, her second, and she watches Harvey kiss his wife’s cheek, stroking her hair gently from her face she senses that it is her cue to leave, and so she gathers her clothes, deciding to change in the guest cloakroom. She returns to the sunroom to find that her absence hasn’t even been noticed. Harvey has fulfilled a fantasy that threatened to consume him, and he did this with his wife’s permission. He knows that this will not happen again, and Lauren knows that he will never taste her in any way again.

  Lauren looks at the couple kissing on the daybed, caught in throes of some serious lovemaking now, and she leaves them alone to do the things that lovers do, having a move to Chicago to plan…

  THE END

  Toying With Fire

  Chapter 1

  Rachel is beautiful. Perfect tits, great legs, and a killer ass. She has the kind of hair that makes you think of a waterfall-a blonde, perfectly highlighted waterfall. Her skin is flawless, lightly kissed by the sun, not tanned, with just a few strategically placed beauty spots. Her eyes are the kind of grey that seems to look right through you. And her lips…her lips…

  Jeff has imagined her naked many times. It wasn’t hard either, because she was always wearing the shortest summer dresses, or a bikini. She seems to fit perfectly in the Bahamas, like she was placed there, for the frustration and amusement of every man around. If your dick wasn’t hard to begin with, it was just a matter of time, because she would do something; flick her hair, run a finger over the rim of her glass, or just breathe on you in a certain way, and you were rock solid.

  The problem is, Rachel Goode is married to Brenton Goode, Jeff’s best friend. And when they asked him to come along with them on their annual island holiday, Jeff knew that it was going to be frustrating. He just didn’t know HOW frustrating it would be.

  “Are you coming down to the pool with us?” Rachel asks Jeff, standing in his doorway to his hotel room. Jeff has just gotten out of the shower, and he has nothing on but a towel. He tries to hide his growing hard-on with the door as he speaks to her.

  “I’ll be right down…” he says, wanting her to leave. Actually he wants her to come inside and wrap her perfect little mouth around his perfectly curved cock.

  There are few things worse than lusting after your best friend’s wife. And one of these things is certainly having your best friend’s wife parading herself in front of you at every opportunity. It feels sometimes, at least to Jeff, that Rachel is fully aware of what she is doing. She seems to know the power she wields over him, and she seems to love it. She seems to be toying with him.

  He hates this, of course, but says nothing, choosing rather to suffer in his characteristic silence. Jeff goes back to the bathroom when Rachel leaves, needing to pay some much needed attention to his cock now, which is so hard that it is throbbing, dripping with precum already, aching for fingers, any fingers to wrap around it. Unfortunately, yet again, it will be Jeff’s fingers that take him over the edge.

  Jeff opens the shower again, just because he knows that he will need to clean up afterwards anyway. The cool water runs down his chest and over his cock. It’s not a bad cock either, about 8 or 9 inches of solid meat, with a distinct bend halfway up the shaft. It is neatly circumcised, although he has come to regret t
his cut, wishing that he still had a foreskin to keep his head sensitive. But there really is no point in crying over a cut cock, he thinks.

  He pours some shampoo on his palm, and starts to lather it over his tool. It feels good, but not as good as the space between Rachel’s thighs would feel, he imagines. There must be some rule, something in some book about lusting over your best friend’s wife, fantasizing about her like this, but right now Jeff doesn’t care. He needs to shoot another load with images of Rachel flashing like an old Hollywood film through his mind.

  Again, with the way she has dressed this whole vacation, this isn’t too hard.

  Jeff pulls from his base to his head, running his fingers over his thick tip and then running them back down his shaft, all the way to his balls. Over and over again he does this, until he settles into a rhythm. Then he uses the fingers on his other hand to feather his balls. When the feathering isn’t really doing it for him he squeezes his nuts hard, and then tugs on the sack. All the while he maintains his stroke on his cock.

  He starts to see the orgasm that has been building inside him since he opened the door to Rachel appear over the horizon. He goes at himself with more verve, trying to picture her mouth moving up and down on his dick now. He knows that it is not possible, but for the sake of this fantasy, his entire shaft disappears into her mouth, reappearing only when she needs to breathe. She is an expert at sucking cock, he thinks, but he really has no frame of reference for this. Brenton never talks about their sex life.

  He will go on and on about how hot his wife is, how great her ass is, how perfect her tits are. But he never talks about them actually fucking. With a woman like Rachel though, you would want to keep that shit to yourself. You already know that every man wants to fuck your wife, so why would you actually give them more reason to pursue what is essentially a hidden fantasy, a guilty pleasure, and a secret desire? Why would you brag about how great the sex was, knowing that it would just mean that the guys you hang out with hate you even more?

  Brenton is not a bad looking guy either, so it is really one of those rare cases where two beautiful people just come together and decide, hey, let’s fuck with everybody, get married, and enjoy watching the world lust after us from a distance. It’s sickening. And as Jeff shoots his load, he starts to think of ways that he can avoid the burden of this sickening pair for the rest of this island holiday.

  After he has washed the seed from his cock, he puts on shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, grabs a towel, and goes down to the pool to commence with his torture…

  Chapter 2

  When he gets to the pool Rachel is lying on a chaise next to the water. Brenton is in the pool. He looks at her, her bikini top barely covering her tits, the bottom part of it just covering her snatch. Shit she is really a beautiful woman.

  “Hey Jeff,” she says, patting the chaise next to hers. He really doesn’t want to sit so close to her.

  “Hey,” Jeff says, taking off his t-shirt and kicking off his sandals. He throws his top and towel on the chaise and jumps into the pool over Brenton’s head. Playing in the water with his best friend is the safer option.

  Brenton comes up behind him and turns him so that he is looking at Rachel now. He holds him so that he has no choice but to look at her. Jeff finds this strange, and he struggles against his grip. But Brenton is very strong.

  Rachel is rubbing sun tan lotion on her belly, standing so that every part of her is visible to every man in the pool.

  “She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Brenton says.

  “You know she is…” Jeff responds, irritated. He really wishes that he had brought someone with him on this trip. He could afford to pay for someone else. He could have afforded his own trip. But the couple insisted on bringing him along at their expense. Jeff really feels that it was just to torture him, to punish him for sins that he hasn’t even committed yet.

  Brenton must know that he has had thoughts about Rachel. Any man with eyes has had thoughts about Rachel. But he would never act on them. There is the bro code for one, and the fact that Brenton really is his best friend, has been since they were nine. So he really has nothing to worry about, not from Jeff.

  Suddenly Brenton’s hand is on his cock and Jeff chokes. It is too late for him to move out of the way. His best friend’s hand on his cock isn’t the problem. The problem is that both of them are looking at his best friend’s wife, and his cock is rock hard. There is no way to explain this away.

  “No buddy, I think you know she is…” Brenton says, and he lets go of Jeff and dives under the water.

  Jeff swims to the far end of the pool. He needs to create distance between himself and his tormentors. He gets to a group of singles, and joins them, starting a conversation about nothing in particular. He really hopes that he can find someone to distract him from the perfect couple who are his hosts but who are starting to feel like his captors. Jeff cannot even explain to himself why he feels so insecure around Brenton, or why he always has a hard-on for Rachel. Fuck it, he thinks. He will find somebody to keep him company for the rest of the week and see Brenton and Rachel on the flight back to New York.

  He throws his eyes across the pool and sees Rachel slip into the water, into Brenton’s arms. He watches them play for a little while, before returning his focus to the group that he has joined. A redhead named Alicia has caught his eye, and he doesn’t think she’s got a boyfriend if the conversation is anything to go by. But Alicia doesn’t seem too interested in him. She doesn’t seem interested in anything but the cocktail in her hand and the beautiful sunset over the horizon.

  “You want to hang out later?” Jeff asks her eventually.

  “Who, me?” Alicia says, although they are the only two from the group left in the pool and he can be speaking to nobody else. Jeff squints, and smiles. He throws her a ‘yeah you’ look.

  She comes up to him, sipping her drink slowly, and when she gets up to him she holds her empty glass up to him. He looks from her to the empty glass. He really has no idea what this means. What is she saying? He starts to look around for a waiter, somebody who can bring her another drink. She is waving the glass in front of him still.

  “I don’t understand…” he says at last. He really has no idea what is going on.

  “Define ‘hang out’,” she says. Then she waves the empty glass in front of him and takes his dick in her hand. It goes semi-hard at the touch. Aah, she wants clarity on what he intends to do with her. Jeff forgets that in the Bahamas there really are no real world rules. You’ve just got to be as specific as you can be about what you want, and you might just get it.

  “Hang out…” he says, thrusting his now-solid cock in her hand. She drops the glass in the water and watches it drop to the bottom of the pool. Then she wraps her legs around his waist and comes up to his ear with her mouth.

  “Well, why wait until later?” she says, and then swims away from him. He watches as she gets out of the pool, and he knows that she is just the type of woman to get his mind off Rachel. Rachel is a married woman, he tells himself. An unavailable, happily married woman. He swims after Alicia, and as he pulls himself out of the water, he remembers his erection.

  “Hey, wait up…” he shouts, and then drops back into the water. She laughs, realizing what the problem is. Alicia comes back to the edge of the pool and dives in silently. She gets to the other end before surfacing. Jeff does the same, and by the time he gets to the other side of the pool his cock has behaved itself. He jumps out of the water and takes his t-shirt, sandals and towel from the chaise. He says goodbye to Rachel and Brenton, and then turns his attention to Alicia…

  Chapter 3

  Alicia is very interesting. She is incredibly intelligent, with a strange wit that Jeff finds attractive. If only he had asked her out on a date, and not insisted on just fucking her, then he might have opened himself up to a half decent relationship. But the game is already in play, and as they walk into her room, he makes immediate peace with his loss. He has learned in the pa
st that you cannot build a solid relationship on the foundations of a one-night stand.

  Maybe it is because he hasn’t evolved yet. Maybe Jeff has old ideals that he refuses to shake himself free from, and as a result he bases all his interactions on these principles. And it is these principles that see him dismiss Alicia as a possible girlfriend. It’s not even that he lives in New York and she in LA. This is easily remedied by a quick flight. It is the simple fact that she gave in so easily to him. He likes the idea of the chase, and as a result, while he has a fair amount of sex, he hasn’t been in a relationship for a while now.