by Mia Moore
I had never seen her so… so damn cock hungry!
“You cock hungry cunt!” I grunted. “You need this meat, don’t ya?”
“Yesss!” she snarled back. Her hand went to my waist pulling me in. She lifted her head and looked in my eyes. “You like me cock hungry, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah!”
She dropped her head back down, pulsing her hips as she watched us. “Good! Give it to me!”
Christ she was hot! Shit she was sexy! I couldn’t hold back at all! “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” I drove my cock into her, fast and hard...I could feel my cock pulsing, shooting my cum deep, pushing into her flesh. A last final spurt of hot ecstasy, holding hard into her flesh, while my legs strained and trembled. We hung onto each other as we spasmed in ecstasy, shivering through the pleasure.
She rolled her head back from my shoulders. Her eyes opened and there was a soft smile on her lips. “Oh yeah, that was good.”
“For sure. Fuck. What got you so fired up? I love it! Whatever it is, keep doing it. You’re a sex kitten today.” I leaned over and kissed her lips.
At the sharp nip of her teeth on my lower lip I jerked back. “What—”
“A love bite.” She grinned and kissed me again. “Wait till I tell you about lunch with Grace.” Her hands pushed on my chest and she sat up. She edged forward off the table, and reached for a paper towel. As she dried the combination of our lust from between her legs she chuckled. “You won’t believe it.”
I tucked myself back into my pants and picked up the bra and panties laying in a red heap on the floor and passed them to her. “Try me. After a welcome home like that, it’s got to be good.” I walked over to the fridge and got two more icy bottles of beer for us.
I watched her slide the panties on and then helped her with the clasp of the bra. She pulled my hand leading me into the bedroom. God. It’d be good to get out of the sweaty clothes and into a pair of shorts. She sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard watching me peel the T shirt off.
“Well, first of all, she asked us to their place on Sunday to have lunch and swim in the pool.” The grin on her face shone and her eyes twinkled.
“It’s supposed to be hot as hell all weekend. That might be nice.” I tossed the shirt into the hamper and my fingers tugged at my belt buckle. “And?”
She leaned forward and her eyes were wide, while a big grin spread her lips. “THEY’RE SWINGERS!”
My breath hitched in my throat and hands froze on the leather belt. “What? What do you mean they’re swingers? Is this what the party is all about? They invited us over to have wild monkey sex with them? I’ve never met them let alone—”
“No! That’s not it.” She rose to her knees, sliding closer to me. “I only found out when Grace left her phone in the car. The swinger club sent a text reminding them about Saturday night.”
I continued undoing my pants and pushing them off. “How do you know it was a swinger club? And should you be reading her texts? I tried to keep my voice casual but I was dying to find out more. Chloe actually was friends with a swinger? And I’d be meeting them Sunday? What the hell? Sunday just got more interesting.
“The message was all sexy, talking about playrooms and stuff. But just to make sure, I checked it out when I got back to the office. No one was around, don’t worry.” She rose from the bed. “I’ll show you.”
With that she raced from the room, her boobs and ass jiggling with each step. My cock noticed too. Or maybe it was the prospect of meeting this swinger couple that had its attention. I tossed the pants and socks into the hamper and sat on the side of the bed.
When she returned she held her laptop in front of her and sat beside me. She let out a short laugh. “I tried wheedling it out of her at lunch. Asking her about her plans for Saturday night. She’s not a very good liar.”
I nudged her with my shoulder. “What? You thought she’d just come right out and tell you? That’s pretty private stuff, Chloe.”
She turned and scowled up at me. “You don’t want to know any more about this?”
My stomach fell and I shook my head watching her. “I didn’t say that. Look, I need to take a shower. Why don’t you order a pizza and then we’ll check out that website together?” I leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “You were sure horny after reading about it Who knows? It might start something up...”
Her fingers threaded through my hair and she purred into my ear. “I was hoping it would.”
Chapter 5
Jason
“You asked them over on Sunday?” I peered into Grace’s eyes as she swam towards me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to meet Chloe and her husband. Hell, Grace liked her so much that it was high time I met her. But Sunday? There was always an aftermath of hot sex after going to the club. I would have preferred Sunday for just us.
She paused and then stood to her feet, holding her head to the side while she wrung water from her curly red locks. “Yeah. Well, it was kind of spur of the moment. Sorry, I should have checked with you first I guess. But that’s not all...”
I handed her the goblet of wine. “What else?” My gaze drifted down over her naked breasts. That was another thing. If Chloe and her husband came over, we’d have to put bathing suits on. Since the privacy fence went up we’d gotten pretty used to lounging around in the nude. Especially on hot day.
She took a sip of wine and then her face became serious, almost a look of worry in her eyes. “I’m not certain, but she may know we’re going to the swinger club on Saturday.”
“WHAT?” My eyes were wide staring at her. Her gaze dropped and she sucked her lower lip in, biting it softly. “How could she know that? You thought she knew and you still invited her over on Sunday? What were you thinking? Or...” A smile twitched in the corners of my lips.
“No! It’s not that. We’re friends. Although she IS pretty attractive.” She took a deep breath and continued. “It’s all your fault, anyway.”
“WHAT?” I was beginning to sound like a parrot, repeating myself. Either that or I needed a hearing aide. “How could it be my fault?”
She strolled up the steps of the pool, the water glistening on her golden body. There was definitely something to be said for an all over tan. “It was you and that damned Viagra. If I hadn’t stopped to get your prescription, she would never know.”
I handed her a towel and followed her to the lounge chair. “Sorry. I fail to see how that has anything to do with her finding out. Besides which, you were totally on side with playing with Viagra.”
“I know. I think it’ll be fun.” She looked over at me and sighed. “It’s my fault. I left my cell phone in the car and she may have seen the text from the O Zone.”
“Oh.” I smiled and reached for her hand. “But maybe she didn’t. Look, what’s done is done. They come over and we just act normal. Even if she saw it, I’m not sure she’d want to admit that. Reading someone’s text messages is kind of nosy, don’t you think?”
Grace laughed and shook her head from side to side. “Hmm? What’s worse, being accused of being nosy or going to s swinger club? I’m not sure.”
I got up and shoved her legs to the side to sit down beside her. “Our sex life is nobody’s business but ours. If she knows and it affects your friendship, then she wasn’t much of a friend.”
My fingers inched up her thigh and into the damp warmth between her legs. She shifted her leg to give my hand better access.
“We never finished our conversation this morning. Remember? We were talking about the woman at the club, hitting on you.” My finger found the swollen nub in the slickness of her pussy and stroked it softly.
“Ahhh...that’s nice.” Her eyes closed and she shifted lower on the chair, spreading her legs even wider.
Her naked body, unfolding like the petals of a flower, the pleasure on her face, in her parted lips was an erotic and beautiful sight. I could feel my cock getting thicker watching her. But we had all night for this—slow and sensual sex.<
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I tossed the towel onto the concrete and slid off the chair, kneeling between her legs. Her ankle rose to rest on my shoulder as I continued teasing her clit. “Yeah, that woman looking at your body, the look in her eyes was hot. She’d love to be where I am right now.”
Her arm rose and draped over her forehead, and her chin rose, sucking in a deep breath at my words. There was no doubt that from the look on her face and the small rocking rotations of her hips that this was turning her on.
I parted her swollen lips with my fingers and blew a soft breath of air onto her delicate folds. She gasped and arched upward, her body begging for more. “Such a pretty sight. She’d probably love to do this.” I bent lower and the tip of my tongue slid over her clit.
“Oh baby, lick it.” Her words were a whispered command.
My tongue circled it and then I flicked quickly, rewarded by her grinding upward into my mouth. Oh God, this was hot. I thrust my fingers inside her cunt, pumping them slowly in and out. My lips closed over her swollen nub and I sucked it, my tongue still vibrating the tip.
Movement above me caught my eye and I looked up to see her hands gripping her breasts, fingers squeezing the erect protrusions of her nipples. Her chest rose and fell in a fast pant and she rocked into my mouth. My fingers were slippery from her arousal, the taste of her skin tingly on my tongue while my nostrils filled with her musky scent.
“Don’t stop...I’m so close...”
The words were just a breath in my ears, urging me on. I drew back and lapped my tongue on her clit, pushing all of my fingers inside, spreading her wide. The pulpy mound of the G spot rested against the pads of my fingers and I curled then upwards, pulsing them, coaxing the orgasm from her.
A fresh gush of warm wetness flooded into my palm and she moaned. I had her. I pressed my tongue onto her clit, vibrating it with a fast fury.
Her heel bit into my shoulder as she strained upward, pushing my tongue and fingers deeper still. Oh yeah, her legs shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, while guttural, filthy words fell from her parted lips. She was a moaning incoherent body in the throes of white hot lust. There was never anything more beautiful or rewarding to me as a man. With just my fingers and tongue, I put her there.
Her hips jerked back and hand gripped my hair, pulling me off her pussy. “You gotta stop now honey!” She squirmed away and a loud gasp huffed from her mouth. “Oh my God! That was intense.”
I smiled and shifted so that I could look down into her face, see the heavy lidded eyes and full lips parted but curled at the edges in a soft smile. Her breath was still a pant but she rose to kiss my lips, her hands cupping my cheeks, rubbing the wetness away.
“I love you.” Her eyes were soft and warm, gazing into mine.
I dipped down and kissed her again. “I know. Ditto for me.” I pulled a tendril of hair back from her cheek and smiled at her. “I guess that’s a fantasy you’d like to try. Believe me, I’d like it too. Watching you with another woman.”
She grinned and moved to sit up in the chair. “It’s every guy’s fantasy.” She reached past me and lifted the goblet of wine. “But we haven’t finished. I want to hear more about your own little revelation this morning. Another guy doing me.” She took a long sip of the wine, her eyes meeting mine above the rim of the glass.”
“I’d better break into that Viagra. I have the feeling we might both enjoy it.”
Chapter 6
Chloe
As I dried off from the shower, the ring of the doorbell was followed by the quick thuds of Ethan’s bare feet going down the hallway. Good. Perfect timing. Pizza in bed while we checked out the swinger website. The last time we’d picnicked in bed had been when we were dating, when we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Not that things were all that bad now. They were just more routine and predictable. But this news today! I could hardly believe how horny I’d been at the office. And practically jumping Ethan’s bones the minute he’d walked in the door...I smiled and my face became warm. But he’d liked it too. He came like thunder.
I sprayed some cologne mist and walked through it. Mmm. It was special, our sexy night treat. After opening the door, I scampered down the hall to the bedroom. The lights were low and a candle burned on the night stand, beside a plate containing a big slice of pizza. He stood on the other side of the bed and pulled the comforter back.
I slipped into the cool sheets, sat propped up by the pillows bunched high against the head board. “Wow. this is kind of romantic, dining in bed with the candle and all.”
He handed my laptop to me and smiled as he eased in beside me. “I’m not sure how romantic it is but it is different. I’m still kind of reeling about your friend Grace.” He turned away and lifted his plate of pizza from the night stand on his side.
I nodded, watching him take a large bite. The sparkle in his dark eyes and the dimple showing in his cheek reminded me of when we’d met. Everything had been fresh and we’d been as excited as kids never getting enough of each other.
“Yeah, me too.” I flipped the lid open and typed in my password. The blue screen lit up and I clicked the mouse pad to show the website we’d seen earlier.
“So, she and her husband are in their mid thirties, huh? I wonder if most of the people who go there are that age.” He took a swallow of beer and set it down on the table before turning to watch the screen.
I clicked on the ‘About Us’ icon. “Let’s see. I saw some pictures earlier and it looked to be a range of ages, from people in their twenties to their sixties.”
“SIXTIES!” His eyes were wide and he let out a laugh. “I don’t want to see that. It’d be too much like seeing my parents make out.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “I hope we’re still doing it in our sixties. Good for them I say.” My eyes flitted over the words on the screen, focusing on some of the phrases. “...wide range of ages...couples club...sexy fun...playrooms...single males screened...respectful...” I turned to him. “It doesn’t sound like some sort of orgy or grope-fest.”
“Click on the pics. I want to see who actually goes there.” He nudged me with his shoulder and took another bite of pizza.
“I’ve already looked earlier but sure...” I clicked on the tab at the top of the page that read “Photos and Events” Immediately a video of the dance floor flashed, people laughed and danced together. It might have been the scene in any bar except for the brass pole set off to the side where two women in bras and G-strings danced. At the back of the area, above it was a screen showing a silhouette of an obviously nude woman, dancing. Now THAT you wouldn’t see at just any bar.
“Wow. That’s sexy. There’s a range of people. They’re not all models and beefcakes. Well, except for the two on the stripper pole.” Ethan edged closer to me, both of us staring at the screen in awe.
Even though we’d had wicked good sex only an hour before, the sight of the sexy people and the nearly nude women made me tingle. I sneaked a glimpse at Ethan’s lap. Yeah. He was feeling it too.
“Wait till you see this next one.” I clicked the arrow for the next picture to pop up. The saddle type machine with the dildo sticking up in its centre filled the screen.
“Holy fuck! And women actually ride that? It looks kind of like a mechanical bull.” His eyes were wide, leaning closer for a better look.
The sight of it once more caused a jolt of pleasure to flood my pussy. “Yeah. What would that be like?” Again, I was struck by the sheer girth and length of it.
His fingers snuck under the sheet onto my tummy, inching lower until he reached my clit. I spread my legs wider, balancing the laptop on my tummy.
“I’d like to see that.” He stroked softly and smiled at me.
“Fuck that. I wouldn’t mind feeling that.” I reached under the sheets and curled my fingers around his shaft as I pictured what it would be like.
“Okay. Next screen.” His voice was low in my ear.
After I clicked again, the ‘playrooms’ showed,
a series of large beds, some arranged in tiers, some round and low in the centre of the room. The lighting in the room was low but even so, the coverings on the beds were a pristine white.
“Look at that. People actually fuck each other with everybody around, doing the same or watching. I’d heard of places like that but this is the first time I’ve actually seen pictures. And to think that Grace...” He took the laptop from my hand and turned into me.
His cock was rock hard and drizzling pre-cum over my thigh. His fingers slid into my opening and pulsed in and out. Oh God. This was so fucking hot. For a moment I pictured us on one of the beds in that playroom, fucking each other and watching other people.
“Hey. Let’s move to the end of the bed where we can watch.” Without waiting for his answer, I rose and crawled down there, poised on my elbows and knees, with my ass high. I looked across at the mirror on the wall, and smiled seeing him scramble and kneel behind me.
It was a side view of both of us—me waiting like a cat, back arched to tilt my pussy higher to taunt him, while the nipples of my breasts brushed across the cotton sheet. Behind me, Ethan was a Sartre, his cock thick and long in his fist, glazing his oozing arousal across my ass before aiming it at my opening.
He entered me slowly, stretching me while I watched in the mirror. It was doubly erotic and hot, feeling it while also watching it go in and out—a hint of what being in that playroom might be like.
“Oh yeah, baby.” My hips rose to meet him and a soft sigh of lust drifted from my lips when his balls slapped my pussy. It was an erotic kiss to my lower lips.
His fingers pressed into the soft pillows of my ass, holding me still as he withdrew, inch by inch. In the mirror, the woman’s ass and legs looked tiny, the thick cock about to enter her again, impossibly huge. He grabbed the middle of his shaft and this time slid it slowly through the slippery furrow. My hand shot between my legs, fingers touching the knob and rolling it against my clit.
