SWINGER’S SECRETS (Menage Romance LBGT MMF with MM Hot Wife Sharing): Box Set - 3 Erotic Married Couple's Explorations! (Swingers Secrets Book 4)

by Mia Moore

  Late that same night, Tara and Steve were back in their own bed. As much as they enjoyed their time with Bo and Kate, they agreed that no matter what happened, they’d return home afterwards. On the drive home, Steve called his job and took a sick day. He was anything but sick—he wanted to spend the next chunk of time with Tara.

  They hardly discussed their encounter on the long drive home. Steve needed some time to digest what had happened a little before speaking about it to Tara. He had to figure out how he felt about it first!

  They climbed into bed, and Tara snuggled into his arm.

  “Wellll…?” she said, rubbing his chest with her hand. “You’ve been really quiet, you know. What’s wrong?”

  He was glad she wasn’t looking at his face, it was easier sometimes to just talk.

  “I’m not sure…”

  “You didn’t like being with Bo. Is that it?”

  He snorted. “Not exactly.”

  “I don’t understand. You’re so quiet, that I have to believe that’s what’s really going on.”

  He rubbed her shoulder absently. “No, it wasn’t that I didn’t like being with Bo—let’s call a spade a spade here. I wasn’t that I didn’t like giving a guy a blow job…”

  “Okay… so…”

  “It’s just that… well… I liked it, okay?”

  “Really? That’s great!”

  “No, I mean, I liked it a lot! I mean, I’m surprised how much I liked it! I thought I’d be taking one for the team—you know, knowing that it would turn you on made it something I was willing to try… But I really enjoyed it for its own sake!” He went silent again.

  They lay in bed for a moment in the silence.

  “So now… you’re worried that you’re going gay, is that it?”

  “Well… not exactly.” He stroked her hair. “I’m worried that you’d be worried about how much I liked it.”

  “Oh.” Her hand went still on his chest. She rose off his chest and sat up on the bed facing him. “Let me see if I have this right.” She ticked off a finger. “You were interested in the idea of having sex with a guy.” She ticked off another finger. “You told me, and it turned me on.” She ticked off a third finger. “And when you did do the deed with Bo, you enjoyed it.” She cocked her head at him. “Is that right?”

  He nodded.

  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was so good, that the only problem that you can find is that you’re worried about how I’d react because you enjoyed it?”

  “Well… not… uhhh… yeah.” He returned her look.

  “We went out, met a great couple, and tried something that was way, way out there. We had a great time… let me ask you something… Kate made me cum like crazy on the deck after you sucked Bo off, you know. Does that bother you that I enjoyed it?”

  “No! That was fucking hot!”

  She folded her arms. “And what triggered both my and Kate’s earth shattering orgasms?”

  “Uhhh… me and Bo.”

  With a giggle, Tara reached over and cuffed Steve upside the head. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, fella!” She straddled him. “Look, as long as we’re in it together, and we’re each having a good time, that’s all that matters.” She began to rub her hips across his cock. “And you haven’t gotten off yet tonight either, you know.” She bent over him, and he placed his hands on her breasts, kneading them as he began to grow thick under her.

  “Yeah, you’re right.” He began to grind his hips upward. “But…”

  “But what?”

  “Where do we go from here?”

  She leaned in and kissed him, feeling him grow hard. Taking her mouth away, she breathed into his ear.

  “Wherever we want!”

  The End of Episode 2

  Episode 3: Time For Dessert

  Chapter 12

  Things come and go in cycles. We binge watch an entire season of Seinfeld over a weekend, and for the next six months, we can’t bear looking at a single episode. So often, there’s blowback from overdoing anything; when that happens, we need a break.

  The same was true for Steve and Tara.

  They binged on exploring their bi sides, and for the next few months, they went into a dormant period. Neither one was interested in online porn, they weren’t fascinated about the new horizons on their sex lives. Over the winter, they worked on their cooking, and began to develop other hobbies.

  Tara crafted small figurines out of hobby clay she could bake in the oven, and Steve took up pencil drawing. From January to April, they sat in the living room with the television on and work at their separate hobbies, side by side on the couch.

  “What do you think?” asked Tara, holding up a figurine of a knight sitting atop of a winged dragon.

  “I think we’ve been watching a lot of Game of Thrones.” He eyed it carefully as it rested in Tara’s hand. It covered her palm, and the wings of the dragon were as wide as her hand. “It looks great.” He held up his sketch pad. “What do you think?”

  All winter he’d been doing sketches and drawings of all sorts of different things. Racing cars, battle scenes, and fantastic landscapes. But this drawing was of a couple making love. The woman on her back, legs together, as the guy’s cock slithered up her ass.

  “Hmm… looks interesting.” Tara sat back on the couch and spread her legs. “I’ve never been fucked up the ass… I wonder what that would be like?” Her hand wandered down to her crotch and she began to stroke herself through the fabric of her jeans.

  Steve put his sketchpad down on the coffee table. “I love watching you play with yourself you know.”

  “I’m a little afraid, though.” Tara’s eyes were slits. “I mean, your cock is so big, and my asshole is so tiny…” She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties off, now lying with her back on the couch arm. She let one leg rest on the floor, and placed the other over the backrest. Her fingers spread her ass cheeks for Steve to see her pussy slit and tiny anus.

  Running her finger around her asshole, she murmured, “You’d really like to put your big thick cock up inside this tight hole, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yeah…”

  “I’ve never had a man fuck my asshole. It would be a cherry for you…” She wet her middle finger and rubbed the entrance.

  “Oh yeah…” Steve got to his feet and quickly left the room.

  What the hell? Before Tara she could say anything he returned. Bending over her he tucked one of their old bath towels under her ass, covering the couch cushion and slid his pants off. His cock was getting stiff, and he stroked it.

  Tara leaned over the arm of the couch, arching her back. Sitting up, she reached out and pulled him close, took his cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth. She could smell the musk from his balls as he began to stroke in and out of her mouth.

  He pulled away and reached over to the coffee table for the bottle of lubricant he had taken from the bathroom. Wordlessly, he oiled his turgid cock. Taking the bottle, he turned it upside down and drizzled a stream into the furrow between Tara’s ass-cheeks. With his other hand he worked it over her anus.

  He looked her in the eye, sliding his fingertip over her asshole. “You liked watching me finger fuck Bo up the ass last Fall as I sucked his cock, didn’t you?”.

  “Oh yeah… that was so hot…”

  “I liked fucking his asshole…” His finger pressed against her anus, increasing steadily. “I’m going to fuck your asshole… but first we got to get you ready…”

  Her hips instinctively squirmed back away from his pressing finger. “No, no no,” he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her back.. “No, no, no. You stay right here…”

  Massaging her anus, feeling the release of tension, he stared into her eyes, saw the expression of fear and desire quilted together. When he pushed his finger halfway inside her, her eyes widened and she gasped..

  Staying silent, but not looking away, he licked his lips and pressed deeper into her warmth. He
held his hand still for a moment, feeling the pulse of her anus encircle his finger. “Just popped your cherry, baby.” His voice was husky.

  “Not yet…” she hissed back. “You’re only finger fucking me.” She inhaled sharply. “I want you to fuck it with your cock. I want you to cum inside me!” She stroked her clit as she said it.

  “You want me to stuff you, huh?” He adjusted himself on the couch and drew his finger out of her.

  “Yesss…” She raised her knees in the air, readying herself, Her hips curled back, the lube glistening on her flesh like landing lights.

  He nestled up into her, stroking his cock, the knob almost purple with lust. He laid it against her soft muscle and slowly pushed into her.

  She bit her lower lip and jerked. “Do it!”

  He pressed on, his eyes flitting from her face to the head of his cock. He watched, almost in wonder as his shaft pushed past her anus. Maintaining the pressure, he shoved his shaft deeper still, feeling her stretch as his knob pierced her.

  She grunted softly, and he held still for a moment.

  “Almost there baby, you okay?” he whispered.

  She nodded. “Burns…”

  “Want me to pull out?”

  She shook her head. “It’s easing off…. I’m okay.”

  “Baayyybeee…” he sighed, and pushed in again. She was so tight around his cock! He watched as his shaft buried itself inside and glanced up. Her face was now soft, relaxed.

  “I just remembered something.” She smiled.

  “What?”

  “First time I popped my cherry, it hurt too!” She snickered. “Now keep going…” Her hands were holding her ass open as wide as she could.

  He buried his cock deeper, to the halfway mark. He reached for the lube and squirted some more on his shaft and around her anus. He drew out about an inch, lubed his flesh again, and began once more to press into her. Slowly, but inexorably, he continued to press into her until his hipbone rested against her cheeks. He felt the end of his cock rest against something and saw Tara’s eyes brighten. He flexed his groin, and she gasped.

  He pulled out a little bit, and pushed back in harder, flexing his groin muscles up inside her.

  “Oh! Yes!” breathed Tara.

  He began to sway his hips in and out in a gentle rhythm, pulling out and returning.

  She gasped again and again with each thrust, her eyes bright.

  “Fuck, your ass is tight!”

  “You’re so fucking huge…” She slid her hands around to his back. “Harder. I can take it now.”

  He began to fuck her asshole, banged her butt. His abdomen slapped into her cheeks with a soft smack.

  “I’m fucking you up the ass, baby. I’m fucking you right up your asshole…” it came out as a growl. He kept up the pace, reaching deep inside her with his cock. She rolled slightly to one side and back again, trying to get him even deeper.

  “Right there! Yes! Right there Steve!” She felt him inside her, a warmth and heat in her belly she’d never experienced before. “Yes! Yes!” She repeated again and again, straining.

  The sight of Tara’s desire, aching for his cock up her ass was enough to trip the orgasm switch in Steve’s head that was hard wired to his balls. He felt the beginning of it spasm down the length of his cock. He reached up, grabbed her by the top of her shoulder and pressed her down onto him as tightly as he could manage.

  He slid halfway out and back in, with each stroke inside her, pushed down on her shoulders with his hands. She felt so tiny to him in that moment that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Oh God, Tara, I’m gonna cum in your ass!”

  His words pushed Tara over her own abyss. Her belly quivered. It wasn’t like anything she had ever felt before. Furiously rubbing her clit, she was stuffed more fully than she had ever been before. Her legs shot out as stiff and pointed as a dancer’s when she crashed through the green glass wall of her own orgasm.

  They hadn’t made love in over a week, and Steve could feel that in his cock as he came, thick and creamy. His groin, balls and shaft convulsed three times as he filled his Tara’s cherry asshole with his cum.

  Tara’s legs relaxed around his shoulders as he lay on top of her, both of them catching their breath. It had happened so fast. One moment they were discussing hobbies for Christ’s sake, the next moment he was fucking her ass. He shook his head with a grin.

  She cupped his face in her hands. “We need to get back on this saddle, hon.” Her grin was evil.

  He ground his hips into her, his cock softening, but reluctant for it to end. “Damn right.”

  ****

  An hour later they spooned in bed, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, growing thick again. Tara returned the compliment with a roll of her hip.

  “So you really liked it?” He murmured into her ear..

  “Yeah, I did. I don’t think I’d want to do it all the time, but yeah, I get it about anal sex now.

  Her hand wandered behind her back, and encircled his cock. She ran her finger across the slit at the top and his hip jerked in response. “But you know what else would be hot?” she asked, still facing away from him.

  “What’s that?” He rose up on one knee and slid the tip of his cock along the outer lips of her pussy, adjusted his aim, and pressed into her again.

  “Ohhh, yeah, that’s good.” Tara was on her side with her knee pulled up, close to her chest. He filled her again, slowly plunging in and drawing out. Her pussy had been wet all night. “What else would be hot…” She turned half way to look up at him. “What would be hot would be to see YOU get fucked up the ass…”

  “You’d like that, huh?” His hips took on a will of their own.

  “Yeah… I would…” Her hand snaked around and softly caressed his ass cheek. “Yeah, I’d like to see a thick cock fuck this asshole…”

  “Want me to call Bo and his wife?” They hadn’t seen the other couple since that one night at their house, on the hot tub deck.

  “No… let’s find some new playmates…” She grasped the sheets in her hands as her imagination took flight. “Oh God, yeah!”

  He came inside her again.

  When he finished, he spooned into her, cupping her breasts in his hands.

  She had some ideas…

  Chapter 13

  Steve loved his job. Not a lot of people would think that a guy as active as he was would find sitting behind a desk all day to be rewarding, but it was the truth. He worked as a Traffic Co-Ordinator for a container shipping firm. It was routine enough that he didn’t have days filled with drama and stress like some of his college buddies-- the stock brokers and salesmen. And it wasn’t as crushingly boring as some other people in jobs that were straight up routine, day in and out.

  The company he worked for shipped oil and gas products around the world, so there was no fear of recession slowdowns. He made good money because he was good at his job. He didn’t partake in office politics, which was one of the reasons he had achieved the level of success he had. He had no really close friends at his company, nor did he have any enemies.

  He’d never done it before, but at work the next day, he sent text messages to Tara almost hourly.

  When he awoke that morning, he glowed from the sex the night before. Shit, the stuff that girl did to ramp up their sex life in the last six months had him in absolute awe. It had started on his birthday at the G-Spot, and it took on a life of its own. On the commuter train into the office, he was not only undressing the women he saw in his mind’s eye, but the men too. That was a switch!

  He and Tara talked more too. What started as something for shits and giggles when Tara experienced her first girl on girl sex on his birthday grew into something deeper when she admitted she liked it. That honesty inspired him to be honest about his own bi fantasies.

  But then, a funny thing happened. The honesty they shared opened the door to a deeper overall intimacy. He shook his head, sitting at his desk. Who the hell would ever th
ink that finding out your wife enjoyed eating pussy would lead there? In the last six months, he hadn’t sucked up or been a damn martyr, as he had been during the early years of their marriage.

  He didn’t have to go to the gardening store anymore! Yay! Every damn Spring and Fall, Tara would be back and forth to the garden nursery in their town. Every damn Saturday, in April and September was the chore of having to go to the Garden Center. He’d stand around while she picked out the plants for the season so he could load it into the car. He’d rather be at the driving range at the golf course.

  This Fall, when she was getting warmed up to put her autumn plantings in, they talked about it. She knew that he didn’t get a kick out of going, but the subject had really never come up.

  Until one afternoon driving to the garden center, they were comparing notes on cocks.

  It was funny when he looked back on it.

  Steve liked sucking a guy off who had an uncut dick. Tara and he were discussing the pros and cons. For whatever reason, an uncut dick turned her off.

  “Well, what if all that was available on a given night was un-circumsized guys at the G-Spot?” he had asked her.

  “I’d say ‘screwdriver’.” That was their bailout code word. If one of them said it in a sexual situation, they’d stop whatever they were doing and leave.

  “Screwdriver?” He was holding her hand as they drove. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then we’d leave, huh?”

  “No. I meant ‘screwdriver’ as it pertained to me giving head that night if all there were was uncut dicks.”

  “Oh.” He grinned. “I think we need to revisit our code words. Because if you said ‘screwdriver’ to me, the night would be over.”

  “Hmm…” She’d stroked her chin. “You got a point there. So we ought to add more code words that mean stop the night entirely or just stop what’s at hand.”