by Mia Moore
Oh fuck, my legs trembled with the burst of excitement that filled my pussy. “Mmm...” He pulled back and this time his thrust into my cunt was fast, making my boobs bounce.
“Oh yeah. Just like that.” His words were guttural as he drew back and once more pounded his cock, hard into my flesh.
I jerked at the sharp sting in my ass and the sound of the hard smack. Oh! In the mirror the man fucking the small blonde, had loose lips and heavily lidded eyes. Ethan had never slapped my ass while fucking me before. Oh yeah. he was getting into it too. Like he was fucking someone new, watching someone fuck me.
Oh God. Each time he thrust into me, his thick knob punched my cervix, sending pain and pleasure deep inside. His balls bounced firmly against my clit, making me crazy for more. My fingers fisted the sheet and my other hand shot down to tease the ridges of his balls, fingers scraping at his flesh.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” Followed by the hard slap and sting in my other cheek.
This was so fucking hot. I bucked against him, rubbing my clit quickly with my finger. My breath was a fast rasp through flared nostrils as wanton lust shot through my pussy. With muscles clenched tight deep inside, I pulled and gripped his cock, straining to keep it inside. Needing it inside.
“OH FUCK!” A wave of searing lust flooded through my pussy, spread to my thighs and gut. He was like a jackhammer now, the muscles in his ass tight, a deep hollow in the side, as he pumped fast and furiously.
My head fell onto the bed as the next tsunami of wicked pleasure claimed my body, a gaping wet quivering hole to be filled and pounded. With eyes squeezed tight, lips soft against the sheet, there was only the hot wetness where we joined. Our bodies surrendering, infused with wild pleasure.
I sighed and my knees still shook from the force of the orgasm. Ethan’s fingers held my ass firmly in his grip and he strained so deep inside me that I cried out. Yes. Hurt, but in such a good way. Hurt by his strength and iron cock. My body was weak and spent as his cock expanded, shooting fire deep inside. His breath was a sharp hiss, his cock spurting ecstasy into me.
A fast gasp and he fell forward, the firm muscles of his stomach pressing into my ass. “Oh baby. That was so fucking hot.” He gasped a few breaths. “Where did that come from? And so soon after we—”
“I know.” A soft giggle drifted from my throat. “It was that whole swinger thing.”
I felt him ease back and his cock slip out. I rolled over onto my side and smiled at him. “How are we going to visit Grace and Jason knowing that they’ve actually done this? I mean, we’re both going to look at them...well differently.”
He dipped down and put his lips over my nipple, his tongue hot and nice there. “You mean sexually. That’s more accurate.” He pulled back and stood up next to the bed. When he looked down at me there was a small smile curling his lips in the corners. “As for me...I’ve never met either of them. It’s actually going to be the only way I see them. If you think, I’m going to be sitting across from them, munching on hors d’oeuvres and not picturing them at a swingers club fucking whoever, then you’re mistaken.”
I sat up and my gut tightened for a moment. Where was he going, talking like this? It was all well and good to fantasize, spice up our sex life, but actually DO it? “Ethan?”
He stopped in the doorway and turned around. “Yeah?”
I bit my lower lips and looked at him. “I don’t know if we’re on the same page with this.”
He came back and his head tilted to the side when he gazed down at me. “What do you mean? We just had awesome—”
“We aren’t really going to DO this. It’s just hot shitz and giggles, right?” I watched him sink to the bed to sit beside me.
“No Chloe. We’d never do anything without talking it through. Especially something as potentially dangerous as this. I mean, we have to be in complete agreement. And if we never do it, that’s fine by me.” He rose to his feet and smiled. “What time are we going over there on Sunday?”
“Noon. We’ll probably have lunch there.” I rose to my feet to follow him into the bathroom.
He turned and there was a wicked grin on his face. “Good. We’ll have the whole morning to fuck each other’s brains out. We’ll be too pooped to have any horny thoughts when we’re over there. Not saying it won’t cross my mind watching them, but I wouldn’t actually—”
I swatted him on the shoulder. “I know what you’re getting at. It will flit through my mind as well every time I look at both of them—the fact they’ve actually done this. It might be a little weird for me.”
Little did I know, how weird.
Chapter 7
Grace
Jason came into the bedroom and stopped short, eyeing me from head to toe. “That’s new, right?”
I could feel warmth creep up my neck; I looked over at my reflection in the mirror. I had second thoughts about buying the skimpy black lace dress. “Maybe it’s too much. Do you think I should change?”
“Are you kidding? You look great! If we were going anywhere but the club, I’d say no, but there? It’s perfect.” He walked over and the back of his finger drifted from my throat, down over the plump softness of my breast to the edge of the dress. He looked into my eyes and his voice was a low rumble. “Everyone will want to fuck you blind—men and women.”
I smiled and twisted to the side to check the profile. The cheeks of my ass were barely covered in the form fitting Lycra sheath. I scowled as my fingers tugged the hem lower. I still wasn’t sure it wasn’t too daring. Thank goodness I had a tan and didn’t have to wear stockings.
“Look, wear a raincoat over it, at least until we walk in the door. Believe me, you’ll fit right in. I like you showing off your body. You’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen there.” He bent over and picked his loafers from the closet.
My heart was light but I couldn’t resist giving his arm a light swat. “Only one of the sexiest?”
He looked up at me and grinned. “THE SEXIEST, okay?” He slipped the shoes on and stood up, looking straight into my eyes. “I mean it.” He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss.
“Good save.” I laughed and walked out of the bedroom, taking small steps in the impossibly high heels.
His hand touched the curve of my ass. “I love a woman in heels. Their butts just seem to pop and catch my eye.”
I walked to the front door and opened the closet to get my spring overcoat. Even though it was a warm night, there was no way I’d walk the ten feet or so outside to the car. Jason took the coat from me and held it for me to slip my arms into the sleeves.
“What time are Chloe and her husband coming tomorrow?”
I shrugged the coat higher and turned to him. “Thanks. I told her two o’clock.” Throwing him a quick wink, I continued, “Plenty of time to sleep in and mess around a bit before they get here.”
“Good thinking.” He smiled and held the door open for me.
***
Forty minutes later, it was just about dark when we drove into the parking lot at the club. There were two couples walking across the pavement, almost at the door. The women were dressed in very short sexy dresses, one in red, the other a sparkling silver, also taking small mincing steps in their high heels. The guys were dressed in casual dark shirts and trousers, holding the arm of each of their partners as they walked to the entrance.
As Jason walked around the front of the car to open my door, I gazed at the club. There was nothing very eye-catching about it outside—a one story building, the only light shining from the windows was at the front door, under the small sign. And the neighborhood was dark too, an industrial park, actually, where the businesses were now closed for the day.
The door opened and Jason extended his hand, smiling at me.”Ready?” His voice was chirpy, betraying the casual sophistication in his body, showing his eagerness to get inside.
“For sure.” My legs swung around and I took his hand, rising to my feet. I took a deep breath as I walked by his side.
Even though we’d been here a few times before, it always made me a little nervous walking in. The place was still new to us. That novelty added to the thrill I guess.
Inside, there was a high counter where a dark haired woman with red cat’s eyes eyeglasses was finishing taking the money from the couple standing there. Her smile was warm and friendly when they left and she turned to us.
“Welcome to the O Zone. Did you make a reservation?” Her manicured hands rested on the hard surface of the marble counter top.
Jason stepped closer and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “Hi. Yes. Under Johnson? He smiled at her and slipped a fifty out.
Her lilting words “Oh yes; Grace and Jason?” drifted into my ears as I walked to the coat rack across the room. The sounds of music could be heard as well as laughter and animated conversation. I slipped the coat off and hung it up. When I turned, Jason was standing waiting.
He reached for my hand and led me down a short hall and around a corner, where the room opened up. To the left, the brightly lit bar was lined with guys waiting for their drinks, served by young men in white shirts and red bow ties.
Jason leaned into me and murmured into my ear. “I’ll get us some wine and then we’ll find a table.” He squeezed my hand and took a place waiting at the bar.
Beside me were a few small high round tables where people chatted and laughed. The women sitting there were in their thirties or forties and dressed to the nines in low cut dresses, their legs long and naked, preening their sexuality.
I smiled watching them. With birds, it’s the male who flaunts the bright plumage and puffs their feathers to attract a female. Here it was the opposite. The men were more conventionally dressed but quite overt in their appreciative looks at the women. But it wasn’t just the men who were free to give you the eye and smile. No. Women often did the same to men and other women. I loved that about the club. No cattiness, just lusty honesty.
Beyond the tables was the dance floor. It was still fairly early and there were only a few couples up. The couple nearest, danced close, their foreheads touching as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her hands draped over his burly shoulders while his hands grazed over her body, from her back to the curve of her ass, all the while swaying softly to the beat. Behind them to the left, another couple was spooned, her butt tucked into his groin, hips swaying together, while her arm was raised and hand skimmed lightly through his hair. From the way they moved and the looks on their faces, they could have been making love.
A dark haired beauty, with heavily made up eyes and glossy red lips, slithered by me, her fingertips brushing my arm. “Love the dress.” She looked down at my cleavage and then into my eyes, leaving me with a soft, seductive smile. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes widened watching her. Fuck. She thought I was hot? I couldn’t tear my eyes from the ultra leather mini skirt that showed the crease of her butt cheek, especially when her hips swayed wide to the side, an exaggerated sexy invitation.
A light touch on my arm caught my attention. “Here’s your wine, babe.” Jason turned to look where I’d been looking at the sexy bottom disappearing into the crowd. “You like?”
I let out a raspy sigh and blinked slowly. “You think? Fuck, I hope we see her on the dance floor later.” I waved my hand in front of my face, like I’d bitten a hot tamale.
Jason’s dark eyebrows bobbed a couple times and he leaned in. “Don’t worry. I’ll be watching for her.” He took my hand and led me past the tables to a narrow corridor, bordered by the dance floor and a row of sofas, tables and chairs, where more people lounged, flashing a lot of skin.
We stepped up to a higher platform where there was an empty table. I slid onto the stool and smiled. Perfect. We could see the stripper pole, the dance floor and of course, the white screen on the wall. Would I ever have the nerve to stand behind it and dance in the nude?
He sat next to me and placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it lightly as he looked around the area. “Don’t look now but, that woman in the red dress last time we were here... She’s sitting on the sofa behind us. She’s wearing orange this time.”
My eyes widened and lips parted. Oh boy. I glanced around, noting a group of three younger women with the tall black guy, football fullback body. Farther along there was the blonde woman and her swarthy skinned partner. Tonight she wore a plunging, orange dress, the ‘V’ of the dress straps meeting at her naval. The curve of her breasts flowed out past each edge of the strap.
A small smile formed on my lips as my eyes met hers. Despite the fact that her partner was leaned close talking into her ear, didn’t deter her from returning my smile, maintaining our eye contact. There was a tiny spark of lust shooting through my pussy as I turned back to Jason. I sure hoped she would be on the dance floor next to us, later.
Jason’s eyebrows bobbed and he squeezed my thigh. Yeah. He was definitely fine with exploring my bi side.
I took a long sip of wine, watching the stripper pole now. The song had changed to a faster one and more people were dancing but even so, their eyes were caught by the two women rubbing their bodies on the gleaming brass pole. The curvy brunette hugged the pole between her legs, her tight sequined skirt riding high as her knees bent and she pulled herself erect, slithering up the hard surface. Her partner’s manicured fingers skimmed over the brunette’s back, pulling her closer and kissing her lips.
The pole was like a shiny phallus between their bodies. One that they used to swirl from, circling in their soft seductive dance. The arousal in the softly hooded eyes as their hands caressed each other’s bodies was echoed in the faces of people dancing nearby, watching them. My breath was ragged as I inhaled and squirmed in my seat. THIS was one of the big draws of the club—the blatant acceptance and celebration of sex.
Jason leaned over and kissed the fold of my ear before whispering softly. “Let’s dance.”
I slipped off the stool, walked past the group of young people and stepped down onto the hardwood floor. Jason’s fingers rested lightly on my waist following close behind. There was a small opening near the back of the dance floor and I stepped quickly into it, already swaying my hips in time to the music. The beat throbbed through my stomach, steady and primal and my hands rose over my head, hands running through my hair as my shoulders rolled forward.
Jason smiled and stepped closer, his hands on my hips pulling me forward to grind and roll our lower bodies against each other. Like most of the other dancers, it was an erotic vertical dance that mimicked what would follow later, the horizontal mambo.
There was a touch between my shoulder blades that flowed down along my spine. I turned and there was the raven haired beauty that had complimented my dress me earlier. Her chin was lowered and it seemed that she was all darkly shadowed eyes as she stepped into me. When her hands cupped my waist, my breath caught in my throat. Jason seemed to evaporate into the sidelines as she gazed into my eyes.
My pussy tingled when her hands slipped lower and slid around, clutching the cheeks of my ass. When our pelvis’s rocked tight together, my arms went around her, hands quivering lightly on the bare skin above the dress. Oh God. This was it. Dancing erotically, touching satin soft skin while the perfumed heat of our breasts drifted into our nostrils and parted lips.
Her gaze dropped to my lips and she edged closer to brush her mouth against mine, her breath infusing my senses. Her lips were full and soft as velvet as we swayed to the music. I couldn’t take the subtle teasing any longer. My hands rose and fingers threaded through her thick black hair, pulling her mouth firmly onto mine. I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue between her lips to dance with hers. Her sharp intake of breath was like an erotic arrow shooting deep into my core.
Her hand rose to grip my breast, pawing and kneading it through the fabric for a moment before slipping inside. “Ahhh...” My head fell back and I inhaled slowly, basking in the hot warmth of her fingers pinching my nipple.
I stood still, unable to move as pleasure flooded my pussy,
aching for more.
The music faded and her hand was once more on my waist. She smiled and kissed my lips quickly before turning to Jason, running a finger along his jaw line. She grasped the hand of a tall, silver haired man and led him off the dance floor.
I almost fell into Jason’s arms from the weakness in my knees. He held me and led me, slowly swaying to the song that started playing. I clung to him and strained up to whisper in his ear. Oh God, his cock was rigid, pressing into my stomach.
“Oh fuck, that was hot.” I kissed his ear and my tongue darted along the fold. My hand slipped between us and closed over the bulge in his pants.
He pulled my ass tighter to him and nuzzled my neck. “It was hot to watch. I think the old guy she’s with is probably escorting her to the playroom as we speak.”
I drew back and looked into his eyes. “You mean—”
He shook his head and leaned forward to kiss my lips before he spoke. “That’s not the drone you’re looking for Luke. I’m afraid that you were just foreplay for them.”
I snuggled into his chest, feeling a heaviness in my own. God she’d come on so strongly, so sexy and hot. I could have sworn that she’d be the one to break my girl cherry.
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders when the song ended. I led the way from the dance floor, with chest high, my hips swaying, purposely meeting the eyes of the women still swaying on the stripper pole. The night was still young.
But when I took my seat on the high stool and glanced around, the ‘woman in red’ now in orange, who had given me the eye earlier, and her partner were gone. I glanced around and saw that a lot of people were missing in action. I finished my wine and turned to Jason.
“Well? I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind checking out the action in the playrooms.” He set the glass down and rose to his feet.
“I’m all in. After that dance, I’m more than ready.” I slid off the chair and took his hand, letting him lead me down the short hallway to the back.
We stopped at a counter to pick up a combination lock and continued down a short corridor. We entered an area where rows of lockers lined the two outside walls. Sitting between the gray metal banks was a line of low wooden benches with white bath towels neatly folded placed every few feet. Jason stopped at the first one where the door hung ajar, empty.
