Trading Places

by Anita Cox

  “That would be great. Don’t be too long,” Stacy teased.

  I eyed her as John left the room. She was definitely checking him out. I called her on it.

  “Oh, don’t be jealous, bitch. I haven’t had sex in nearly six months. Every time I see a hot guy or smell a good-smelling man it’s like I’m in heat.” She faked a pout. “I can’t even masturbate anymore. It does nothing for me.”

  I felt a bit guilty, recalling that frustration. “I remember that…it’s horrible.”

  “And I have to start dating again…yuk. But there’s no other way I’m going to get laid.” She rolled her neck, resting the back of her head on the ledge. “And I need sex!”

  “Wow, did I interrupt something?” John said, laughing. He refilled our drinks while throwing a knowing glance my way.

  “Just me whining. That’s all.”

  “Needing sex is whine worthy.” John took the opportunity to stroke my thigh, nicking flicking his pinky finger between my legs.

  When I tried to shoot him a look, he winked, instantly disarming me.

  “You don’t understand, John. I can’t even have sex with myself anymore.” Stacy whimpered, tossing back half her martini.

  “I do understand…I’ve been single before, you know.” John lit a smoke and wedged it between my lips.

  “Oh, me too!” Stacy leaned over, putting a hand on my thigh to brace herself, grazing John’s fingers with her own. “Oh, someone’s copping a feel!” Stacy teased. “Me too,” she said reaching up and squeezing my boob.

  “What the hell!” I laughed.

  “C’mon, that’s the most action she’s had in a while.” He winked at me again.

  What was with all the winking? How disarmed did he think I needed to be, exactly?

  Stacy pulled the string of her swimsuit top, letting it fall into the water. “Here, squeeze mine if it makes you feel better.”

  John dug his fingers into my thigh. This was turning him on. I had a vague recollection of him telling me about a fantasy with Stacy and I…

  “Don’t start something you don’t want to finish.” I looked Stacy in the eye, needing to be sure she knew what she was getting into.

  I expected her to whine some more, or cry. She gave me a shock when she reached over and undid my bikini top.

  I’d never thought of Stacy this way. We’d been friends for so long. Between the three of us, I seemed to be the only one in the water with any trepidation.

  “Don’t worry. It won’t be weird between us. John’s so head over heels for you, he won’t be chasing me any time soon. Now…where do we start?”

  “First, let’s chat while we have a smoke…” I had a freshly lit cig in my mouth and I wasn’t about to toss it out after three smoke-free martinis. It was roughly four o’clock in the afternoon on a Sunday and I had a buzz.

  “John?” Stacy pouted. “Since you have a dry hand, would you light me a smoke too?”

  John held back a chuckle and placed a lit smoke in her mouth.

  “Now, there are some rules…” I started.

  Stacy’s head snapped toward me. The thought of rules hadn’t crossed her mind, apparently.

  “I don’t kiss any woman but Candy.” John started, taking the pressure off of me.

  “That’s not a problem.”

  “No one knows about this but us.” I said. “That’s about it, since this is a threesome.”

  “Condoms!” Stacy interjected.

  “Yeah, that’s just…yes, you’re right.” I smiled at John. “Do we have any left after vacation?”

  “A whole drawer full,” he growled.

  “Fine, before we get to that point, we’ll have to head to the bedroom. Sex in a hot tub isn’t nearly as sexy as it seems.” I teased. “Unless you want to drown, that is.”

  A much-needed chuckle eased the tension.

  “I’m going to want details of your little vacation at some point.” Stacy looked at me from the corner of her eye.

  “I’m sure you will.”

  I put my smoke out first, exiting the tub and drying off. Stacy followed and John watched basking in the glory of the two naked women before him. He finally joined us. When we were mostly dry, he put a hand on each of our bottoms and led us to the bedroom.

  Chapter 3

  Once in the bedroom, we moved to the bed. Stacy, nervous and excited, looked at us as if begging for direction.

  “Lay back,” I ordered.

  She scooted back, resting her head on a pillow. John and I took our spots on each side of her. We assaulted her body with our mouths, her nipples standing erect the moment we reached them.

  Stacy moaned with pleasure as John’s hand invaded the space between her legs. Her hips bucked in appreciation.

  I climbed up, straddling her mouth. She had to earn her time with me, I told myself.

  She looked at me, slightly shocked for a moment, then commenced with pleasuring me while John dove in between her legs. Her moans of pleasure intensified the sensation her lips and tongue delivered. I grabbed the headboard to steady myself and not crush her.

  I wished I had Janette’s box of tricks to blow Stacy’s mind. For now, we’d have to stick with what nature gave us.

  Nearing orgasm, I hopped off of her. I wasn’t ready yet and I wanted it to be with John inside me, intensifying the sensational orgasm I was sure to have.

  John crawled next to Stacy, who immediately crawled between his legs to repay the oral pleasure he’d given her.

  “My face is totally yours,” he cooed in my ear.

  Accepting the invitation, I assumed the 69 position, watching Stacy take as much of John’s massive cock in her mouth as she could manage. When she moved down to pay special attention to his balls, I took the opportunity to take him in my mouth, stroking the shaft with a free hand.

  Fighting to catch my breath as John threatened to bring my release, I squeezed his cock in my hand. Stacy snickered at the face I made.

  Biting my lip, I knew it was time to move or climax while on John’s face. When I tried to dismount him, he wrapped his forearm around my backside, firmly holding me in place while he continued to pleasure me.

  “John!” I cried. It was too late. My arms and legs tightened as my orgasm took over. I collapsed with my face on his thigh, hearing chuckles of satisfaction coming from him.

  He let go of me and helped roll me off of him. As soon as I was safely face down on the bed, he rolled over, reaching in his drawer.

  I had to see this. Stacy was going to freak.

  Once the condom was on, he moved around to the foot of the bed, manhandling Stacy into the doggie position. First he massaged her clit with his finger, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  I scooted down, placing my feet against the headboard, so her breasts were in my face. Licking and sucking each other’s breasts, while John teased her, I waited in anticipation for her to feel him enter her.

  “Holy fuck!” she yelled, slapping the bed.

  I giggled.

  He started off slow at first, letting her get accustomed to him inside her. Pushing against the headboard, I scooted down a little further, massaging her hood as he invaded her from behind.

  Stacy yelped and tried to catch her breath. John’s massive cock was now nearly buried inside her. I could feel her panting on my stomach as he moved in and out of her.

  “Oh God!” she cried as she pushed back into him. Her hot breath on my stomach tickled as much as her hair swishing back and forth over my body.

  He gave her a firm smack on the ass as he quickened the pace. From my vantage point I could see his balls tightening, knowing he was probably fighting his release.

  Stacy was getting close to reaching her climax, crying out for more.

  John flipped her over and mounted her like the stud he was, throwing her ankles up over his shoulders.

  She shrieked as she reached her peak, clawing at the bed.

  John gave a chuckle as he climbed off of Stacy. He gave Stacy a playf
ul pat on the ass before stripping off the condom and attacking me. Sliding his hand down my thigh, he hitched my leg over his hip as he dove deep inside.

  My heart raced as John’s excitement reached its peak. He nipped at my chin as he pushed into me with such fervor, I thought I might split in half.

  I clawed at his back and fought to catch my breath as he rocked in and out of me. Adrenaline slammed through my veins and I fought back a scream. John filled my void completely, balls resting on the cheeks of my behind when he paused.

  “Come for me, baby,” he groaned in my ear.

  He made slight movements, grinding into my swollen clit.

  “I can’t breathe!” I gasped for air.

  He lightly bit my neck, sending shivers through my body. “You will come for me,” he demanded again.

  I could vaguely hear Stacy gasp. When I opened my eyes I saw she’d spun around on the bed to get a better view. She looked like she wanted to applaud.

  John slowly pulsed inside of me, moving so slightly, need rose in me like a well.

  “John…please!” I cried out. “Fuck me!”

  He continued to withhold, moving a mere inch or two. Bucking my hips toward him, I fought for movement, my body begging for release.

  “You can do it,” he urged, his breath hot in my ear.

  Squirming beneath him, my need grew and I moved as much as I could, feeling every inch of his stiff cock I could manage. Moans emanated from my throat and my heart raced.

  “Good girl…” John gave me a little more movement, pushing hard into me.

  Every part of me stiffened with my orgasm and I gasped in relief. My legs and arms quaked in the wake of my climax.

  “My turn!” he growled before he quickened his pace, bringing my orgasm back to the forefront.

  “Oh, John!” I yelled, trying to clutch the sheets with numb hands.

  Within mere seconds, he collapsed next to me, fighting to reclaim his own breath.

  “That was fucking intense!” Stacy blurted. “Is it always like that with you two?”

  “Yeah,” I gasped, shooting her a grin.

  “Fuck me. No wonder my marriage fell apart. That is what I’ve needed! Someone to ravage me.” She sat back on the bed, staring blankly.

  “What?” I giggled.

  “I need a smoke. I’ll be right back.” John excused himself.

  “You’re a bad influence on him. We all need to quit smoking.” Stacy scolded.

  “I know. But what were you thinking?” Wrapping the sheet around me, I sat up, scooting closer to her.

  “Did you learn all of that in your little class?” she asked.

  “What? No? Well, I learned the communication part. I also learned my own body a bit more. But the rest has really come with experimenting, some from the swing club.”

  “Swing club!” Stacy’s mouth hung open. She sat like that as she thought. I could almost see the wheels turning before she spouted, “I can go as a single girl.”

  I giggled. “I’m sure you’ll be quite popular.”

  She smiled and shrugged. “Maybe divorce isn’t so bad after all.”

  “Just take some time. Figure things out for yourself, then you can dip your toe in the pool. You’re going to be a bit emotional for a while.” I wrapped one arm around her naked shoulder.

  She leaned into me. “Thanks for sharing your hunk with me tonight. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

  Stacy hopped off the bed. “You guys are probably beat. I’m going to go find my clothes and excuse myself. Love you, girl!”

  Without waiting for a response, she skipped out of the room.

  A giggle escaped as I leaned back on the bed. I knew where Stacy was, halfway between devastated and excited. Her emotional roller coaster had just begun with a giant plummet. I wanted so badly to talk to my best friend about moving in with John, but she was in no shape to give any advice.

  “Where’d your friend go?” John walked in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. His torso was still gleaming with sweat from our encounter.

  “Off to claim her sexual freedom, I presume.” I winked. “She’ll be fine. And if she’s not, I’ll be here for her.”

  John flopped on the bed, bouncing me slightly. “Well, that was fun.”

  Resting my head on his shoulder, I sighed. “I have to warn you, now that we’re back I have two very busy weeks ahead of me. I won’t be around much and when I am, I’ll be spent.” I ran my fingers over his pecs, feeling the warmth from him spreading through my fingertips.

  John sighed. A quiet heavy energy fell on the room. “Are you wishing you hadn’t agreed to move in with me?”

  Sitting up I looked at him, my mouth slack with shock. “No! I have a product launch for a major client. Since I’ve been gone for two weeks I have an enormous amount of work to catch up on. I’m telling you ahead of time so that you don’t think something is wrong.”

  He shrugged. “Okay.”

  I bit my lip. Why did he think I had doubts? “Seriously, don’t worry.” I couldn’t help but think I’d done something to make him think I wanted to back out.

  John rolled over to face me. “I’m feeling like maybe I need a little reassurance.” His eyebrows bounced up and down.

  I fought back a laugh, relieved that he was playing. “I think I can do that.” Leaping on top of him, I planted a punishing kiss to his lips.

  Then I felt the sting as his hand slapped one ass cheek. I tensed and quickly relaxed.

  “It’s like that, is it?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh,” he growled back before spinning me over until my back was on the bed.

  With his hand fisted in my hair, he kissed me wildly, nipping at my bottom lip. “Will my hunger for you ever ease?”

  “I hope not.” I gasped as his punishing kisses and love bites made their way to my left nipple. His thumb found its way to my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He didn’t hesitate to plunge two fingers inside, pulsating them within me.

  My heart raced as the pressure inside started to build and I ached for the familiar convulsion of bliss.

  John abruptly stopped moving his fingers.

  “No,” I whined, “don’t stop.” I was so close.

  With an evil grin, he sat back on his heels and pulled up, wrapping my legs around his hips. We both let out a gasp of relief as he eased inside me.

  My body shuddered and he let out a groan.

  “Still a tight fit.” He smiled and kissed my chin. “God, it feels so good to be inside you.”

  I wrapped my arms tightly around him as he began moving my body to match his rhythm. His strong hands tightly grasped my hips, adding extra encouragement, pulling my pelvis down on him.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned.

  Fisting my hand in his gorgeous hair, I pulled him in, kissing him like I may never taste his lips again. Nipping at his lip as I pulled away, I caught a glimpse of his face.

  John’s eyes were closed, head tilted back and he was biting his bottom lip. He held his breath, fighting hard not to climax just yet.

  Seeing him hold on, to pleasure me longer, sent a quake through me. My toes curled as I felt fire flash through me, and muscle spasms ripped through my entire body. Am I having a stroke? I began to wonder if I’d sexed myself into death as my body seemed to writhe in pleasure.

  John’s eyes snapped open and he gasped with his own orgasm.

  “Ouch,” I rolled off him and rubbed my calf muscle. “What the hell?”

  “You…” John gasped for air again, “you just had a full-body orgasm.”

  “Holy shit!” I rolled until we were side to side on the bed. “It was great until the muscle spasms.”

  John snickered as massaged my leg, easing my muscles into a more relaxed state. “I’m pretty awesome, I guess.”

  “Teasing? You’re going to tease me right now?”

  John continued to chuckle as he rubbed my legs, not offering any further explanations for his laughter
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  Chapter 4

  Rolling over, I opened my eyes, pleased to see it was only four in the morning, giving me plenty of productive time before I had to be in the office.

  I kissed John’s shoulder before rolling out of bed. I crept quietly as I could into the bathroom.

  Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I put them on as I made my way to the front door, stumbling as I went. I really needed coffee.

  Finally back in my apartment, I started the coffee and headed for the shower. The new on-demand water heater John had installed meant no more waiting for hot water, so I stepped in immediately, letting the warm water pour over me. The grogginess began to ease while I shampooed my hair.

  If I was going to launch a major campaign, relocate my homestead and find someone to sublet my apartment, I was going to need serious organization. The thought of hiring help made me cringe. All I could think was that some freak would be rummaging through my panty drawer, taking a whiff of my satin and lace. Packing would definitely be up to me. Where was I going to find the time?

  Toweled dry and wrapped in a thin robe, I had my coffee in clutch as I stared at my campaign boards. This launch was going to be huge. My naughty little vacation had given me some really good business contacts, but I was already beginning to feel overwhelmed.

  Olivia. The woman was amazing and completely overqualified to be my assistant. There was absolutely no living without her now that we had taken on so much. She was willing to do the work, especially after her hefty raise, but she never wanted to take the lead on a project. Behind the scenes was where she felt most comfortable.

  The sound of my cell chiming shook me from deep thought.

  Liv: You up?

  I smiled as I sent a text message back to her, inviting her over for coffee. Happy that we could catch up when she got there, I ran to the bedroom to dress. Donning my favorite suit, I twisted my hair into a bun. After quickly applying a little makeup, I was ready for my day.

  Olivia rang the bell just as I finished.

  “Liv!” I smiled, pulling her in the door.

  “You look fantastic. Look at that tan!” She smiled as she walked past me to the kitchen. “How was your vacation?” Olivia looked over her shoulder at me while she poured her coffee.