by Mia Moore
Sultry Swingers:
A Steamy and Filthy Tale
(Swingers Threesome Bisexual MMF Cuckold Menage Romance)
By
Mia Moore
About This Book
Snooping on her best friend enflames Chloe’s own hungers…
Grace has a secret… she and her wonderful husband Jason frequent a swingers club!
By accident (well, almost by accident) Grace’s best friend Chloe finds out.
Chloe is shocked! Shocked! Until the surprise wears off… then she starts to wonder. What would it be like to be a swinger? Her wondering becomes a fantasy. But how do you draw the line between fantasy and reality? Or do you really want to? After all, you can’t taste a fantasy. You can’t smell a fantasy… You can’t feel warm, damp, fleshy slickness if it’s only a fantasy…
When a fantasy becomes real, it comes… to life! Again and again!
A Note From The Author:
In this novel, my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. Please, in your real life playing, play often and play safe!
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2015, Mia Moore
ISBN: 978-1-927984-72-7
License Notes
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Mia’s Readers Club!
Chapter 1
Jason
The blaring of the alarm clock yanked me from my warm cocoon of sleep. My arm shot out and stabbed the snooze button.
“Let’s call in sick. I don’t wanna get up.” Grace rolled over, snuggling her chin into my neck, and her leg shifted to cover mine. Her hand drifted from my chest down over my stomach and lower...
Warm tremors of desire and lust flooded through me. “Mmm...” I smiled and turned to kiss her forehead. “I know what you want. Even after last night, and you still want more.”
Her fingertip teased in the slit, glazing the knob of my dick with slipperiness. “Hey. It’s not just me who’s been fired up these past few days.” Her lips pressed into me, sucking my neck and ending with a gentle nip of her teeth.
I rolled onto my side and kissed her lips. She was warm and soft in my arms, the floral scent of her hair infusing my nostrils. “I know. Except it’s been more like a week than a few days. But it’s always like that before we go to the club—fucking like minks.”
I pulled my hand back and closed it over her breast. The button tip of her nipple slid between my fingers, and I scraped my thumbnail over the pebbly surface. Oh yeah, she wanted this as much as me. The satin smoothness of her skin brushed against my palm as I lowered my hand over the curve of her waist and then down to the hot moistness between her legs.
Oh God. She was driving me nuts with her hand, pulling on my shaft, twisting her wrist with each upward stroke. My hips rocked back and forth and my fingers parted the folds of her pussy. She gasped when my finger stroked her clit, softly teasing the underside. Yeah, she was already wet; and ready as a cat in heat.
My eyes opened wide when her hand left my cock and pushed my shoulder forcing me to lie on my back. She sat up and threw the covers away, turning in one fluid motion to straddle my hips. Her fiery mane of hair fell forward over her shoulders as she gazed at me, with eyes heavy lidded and lips parted. Wanton desire exuded in the soft features of her face and breath, hesitant and raspy.
Oh fuck she was hot; gorgeous tits jiggling a little as she rose to her knees, fingers once more curling around my shaft, sliding the thick knob through her pussy lips. Much as I wanted to jerk my hips up to impale her, it was too erotic watching this. My cock looked huge and thick nestled between the slick darkness of pussy lips, her hips lowering and then rising to slide it slowly in the hot furrow.
For just a moment, I pictured her on top of another guy. It was his dick she was adoring with her pussy, taunting and teasing him, so close to her opening. His cock, she begged to be fucked with. Another man fucking my wife. “Ride it baby.” The slight rise of her belly, filled with another guy’s cock.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging in, pulling her onto me. “Oh...fuck it.” Tight, hotness gripped my cock, the cheeks of her ass like a quick kiss on my balls before she rose again. She rose slowly and fell once more onto me, enfolding my cock deep in her hot wetness.
This time she rotated her hips in a slow, sensuous circle, pulling my shaft while her eyes closed. I touched her clit, vibrating the firm nub with my finger.
“Oh yeah, Keep doing that... Don’t stop…” She breathed the words and rose again, quicker now, riding my cock, her breasts now bouncing heavily.
My hips jerked up and down in tandem with her, the lust in my cock threatening to erupt. “That’s it baby ride him harder.”
Her lips were soft, her breath now a pant as she bucked on top of me. The sight of my cock pounding hard into her was too much. “OH FUCK! I’M COMING” The first jolt of lust spurted, pulsed hard from my shaft. A second, burst forth as my fingers clutched at her, pulling her hard on to me. My body locked, legs trembling as lust spilled from every cell in my body.
My cock became white hot metal, her flesh squeezing and pulling as her own orgasm flooded over me wetly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she yelped, each word punctuated with a jerk of her hips, increasing the pleasure spilling out of my rod.
With each pulse of jizz I snarled back, “Ride him, baby! Fuck him Grace! Fuck him!”
Emptied, I moaned “Oh God” as I sank back onto the pillow, and panted, my heart pounding, racing in my chest.
She slumped forward, her arms brushing each side of my head, our foreheads touching. “Oh fuck, Jason. That was so good.”
I held her and stroked the satiny skin on her back. “Fucking A.” I smiled and tilted my chin up to kiss her lips. “I can’t wait until Saturday night. Just you and me and a hundred sexy people.”
Her hips moved and I could feel my cock slipping out, dribbling our passion over my pelvis. She whispered in my ear. “Jason?”
My head pulled to the side and I lifted the lock of hair from her cheek. “Hmmm?”
She smiled and rolled off of me, once more snuggling into my body, her fingers threading through the hair on my chest. “When you came...you said fuck him? I’ve never heard you call your dick, him. It’s usually ‘it’. What was that all about? You’re changing it from an object to a persona?” She laughed and looked up into my eyes.
My chest tightened and th
e breath inside stilled for a moment. It would be easy to go along with the silly explanation, calling it a ‘him’ but I hesitated. Maybe it was time to tell her, especially now that we had gone to the couples club already; the outing coming up was a return trip…
“Actually, sometimes I think about you fucking another guy while I watch. When you’re on top, looking so hot and sexy...well.” My hand cupped her cheek. “I think a lot of guys fantasize that.” I was watching her face carefully. “Does that upset you?”
She pulled back and her eyes narrowed, looking past me.
What was she thinking? Was she angry? Weirded out? The muscles in my neck tightened watching her.
“No. I’m not upset. Surprised maybe, but not upset.” She snuggled into me once more and I let out the breath that had hitched in my throat.
My arm rose and I pulled her close, my hand skimming absently over her back. “Look it’s just a fantasy. Probably because we’ve already gone to the club. The last time, when you were dancing in that skimpy dress, I saw lots of guys and women checking you out. I liked it.”
“Yeah. I noticed that as well. It was the first time a woman gave me the once over in a club.” She made an odd purse of her lips. “It was… so blatantly sexual. It was funny because...” she turned her head and nibbled the bottom of her lip for a second. Then with a sharp sort of nod, she said, “Okay, frankly, I liked it. I’ve been given the once over by guys forever… but it was different when it was coming from a woman.” She tilted her head and looked at me from the corner of her eye. “Remember that pretty brunette in the red dress?”
Uh oh… I looked up at the ceiling stalling for time. This was a minefield I was about to step into. “I think so.”
If my nose wasn’t growing with that lie, my dick sure was, even after coming like thunder. I had noticed the couple, both of them devouring Grace with their eyes. She’d been petite, every curve highlighted in her own short, form fitting dress. The guy was tall and dark haired like me, but a few years younger and more athletic looking. Actually when I pictured a guy with Grace, he was who I had in mind.
Which of course would naturally lead to me fucking his wife. Not that I’d mind but really, it was more watching Grace get her cookies off with him while I watched, that got me hot. And that’s the truth; even though I have a hard time believing it myself!
I tried to be oh so casual about it all when I replied, “So you liked her checking your body out? I wonder if they’ll be there on Saturday?” So far, we’d never played with other people, only watched what was happening and then fucked each other blind in an area that had more privacy. Some of the beds had drapes you could pull around them if you wanted, and those were the ones we used. A lot of other beds were just out in the open too—to each their own I guess.
So every time we ever went to the club, we’d pull the curtains and jump each other like a couple of horny teenagers. It had always been just the two of us. Was that about to change, this time? I held my breath as I waited for her reply.
She was looking in my eyes and chewing her lower lip, gauging her reply when her eyes flew open wide. “Shit!” she said, sitting up quickly.
“What’s wrong?”
She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Oh no! I forgot I have that meeting about the new claims system at ten! I can’t call in sick! I’m presenting the section on prescription drugs!”
She stood up and glanced at the clock. “I’ve only got half an hour to shower and get out the door. I’m going to be late!” She scampered across the floor, treating me to the sight of her curvy butt cheeks doing a small jiggle. Just as she was going through the bathroom door, she said over her shoulder, “Besides which, I’m meeting Chloe for lunch.”
It was no wonder that the couple at the club had been checking her out. Even though she was in her mid-thirties, she had the body of a cheerleader, lots of curves, all firm from the time spent at the gym.
That damned claims meeting. Who would schedule an important meeting on the Friday before a long weekend? If not for that I would have loved to linger in bed, talking about her interest in the lady at the club. Oh well. I sat up and then slid off the bed, my nose twitching, mouth watering for the coffee brewing in the kitchen.
We’d talk about this later. Maybe make it an early night… well, head to bed early, that is!
Chapter 2
Grace
Thank God the meeting was over. The rest of the day would drag though, doing all the statistics on service times the suits always loved to hear about. I glanced at my watch as I sat waiting in my car for Chloe. Ten minutes after twelve. Something must have come up or she’d be here. I reached for my cell phone and was about to send her a text when the door to her office building opened and she appeared.
Her hand rose, waving to me and her face beamed in a wide smile. I started the car still watching her scamper down the wide, granite steps, a flash of tanned thigh under a green pencil skirt. Her boobs, straining the buttons of her white blouse, bounced a little as she raced across the sidewalk and opened the car door.
“Sorry Grace.” Golden locks of hair, brushed her shoulder as she lowered her body into the seat. “There was a phone call from some long winded woman. You know how it is with some customers. They love the sound of their own voice.”
“That’s okay. After the morning I put in, I deserve a long lunch.” I set the cell phone into the console and glanced in the rear view mirror before steering the car onto the street. “Do you mind if I pop into the drug store before we eat? I need to pick up Jason’s prescription. I won’t be long.”
“Sure. No problem. Is anything wrong with Jason. He isn’t sick is he?” She turned to face me, her big blue eyes filled with concern.
I stifled the chuckle that threatened to erupt from my mouth. No nothing wrong, aside from the fact that I was wearing him out with sex. It’d been just shits and giggles, his idea to try Viagra. But I wasn’t telling HER that.
“No. He’s fine. Sometimes his back acts up and he needs some pills to help him sleep.” A car pulled away from the sidewalk in front of the drugstore. It was parcel pick-up but I wouldn’t be long and besides, Chloe would be in the car if it had to be moved. I pulled in and grabbed my purse, letting the car idle. “Be back in a flash.”
I scurried into the store and up the aisle to the pharmacy. After giving my name, the clerk handed me the parcel and rang in the amount owing on the cash. Exactly five minutes later I was back in the car.
Chloe gave me a small smile and looked at the people walking fast on the sidewalk, probably hurrying their lunch hour. “That was fast.”
Once more I eased out onto the street and grinned at her. “Told you. The usual or do you feel like something different for lunch?” When she didn’t answer right away, I glanced over at her. “Chloe?”
She seemed to startle and her gaze brushed by me. “Uh? Sorry. Yes, the usual is fine.” She looked down at her hands and her face seemed tight, lips drawn together.
What was up with her? Normally she was a chatterbox, asking me for all the latest gossip at work. “Are you okay, Chloe?”
Her head and she forced a smile. “I’m fine. Hey, it’s the long weekend coming up. Who wouldn’t be?”
I reached over and patted her leg. “For sure. And the forecast is great. Just four hours at the sweat shop and then freedom.” The little strip mall was just ahead. I turned into the parking lot and found a spot right in front of the small Greek restaurant.
As we walked in, Chloe turned to me. “So, any plans for the weekend.” The corners of her lips twitched in a smile and her eyes twinkled.
That was a relief, She was more like the normal Chloe. I slipped into the leather seat on the high booth and leaned forward, my hands tapping the table top. Oh boy! Did we have plans. She’d shit if she knew. “Not much. Definitely soaking up some sun next to the pool.”
“Oh.” She grinned, looking into my eyes. “You know, it’d be nice for us to do someth
ing together this weekend. Maybe you and Jason can come over for dinner on Saturday or we can go out for dinner. I think it’s about time our husbands met. I think they’d like each other.”
The smile fell from my face and I turned when the waitress appeared at our table. Saturday? There was no way. Jason and I would be at the club. “We’ll have two glasses of Sauvignon blanc to start.” I smiled at the waitress and took the menus from her hand. I looked across the table at Chloe, who was watching me closely.
“Saturday’s out. I do want us all to get together though. How about you guys come over on Sunday? We’ll have lunch and lounge around the pool.” Actually, why hadn’t I thought of this before? It was high time we hung out as couples. And I’d kept Saturday night off the table.
The waitress returned with the wine and set them before us. Chloe picked up her glass and held it before her, looking down at the table for a moment. “That would be great. We’d love that. But...”
“But what? Seriously. The forecast is for high eighties. Can you think of anywhere better to be?” I picked up the glass and took a long sip, eyeing her over the rim. What the heck?
She set the glass down and looked to the side before answering. “It’s just that it’s been so long since Ethan and I went out or entertained. I haven’t danced since my cousin’s wedding last October. That’s what? Nine months ago? Why don’t we do that? Get the guys to check out some clubs with us? Kick up our heels?”
My eyes widened as she spoke. Why was she still talking about Saturday? I’d said it was out. “Maybe some other weekend. But we’ve got plans on Saturday.”
I signaled to the waitress that we were ready to order. Why we ever took the menus was a question, when we always ended up ordering the same thing— souvlaki for me and moussaka for Chloe. When she came over I gave the order and then turned back to Chloe.
She looked thoughtful for a moment and then she spoke. “What are you doing Saturday?” There was a small smile on her lips and she looked directly into my eyes.
