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  Swingers One Night Stand

  A Swingers Night’s Tale

  By

  Mia Moore

  About This Book:

  He wants to jump start THEIR love life by jumping someone else?

  When Bobby lost his job at the plant the intimacy of their marriage stopped cold. They hung tough for six months until things started to turn around.

  Once things began to look up, he began to check out the Swinger websites again! That doesn’t go over too well with Cindy… can you blame her? He hasn’t so much as kissed her in months, and now he wants to get together with another couple? For a one night stand? He wants to kick start their love life. Cindy just wants to kick him!

  But maybe he’s right…?

  Melissa’s a voluptuous, bawdy woman with a lusty appetite. Pleasures of the flesh are her specialty, and George is her soulmate in crime. Bobby had no idea when he wanted to kick start things the sort of kicks George and Melissa have in mind… for each of them!

  A Note From the Author:

  In this book my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. In your real life playing, please play often and play safe!

  Love,

  Mia

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2015, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-927984-59-8

  License Notes

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  Table Of Contents

  About This Book and Author’s Note

  Chapter 1: Ya Think!

  Chapter 2: Sun And Stars

  Chapter 3: A Woman’s Right

  Chapter 4: Ruebenesque

  Chapter 5: A Warm Dessert

  Chapter 6: More Than Just A Fuck…

  Chapter 7: More Than Just An Adventure…

  Chapter 8: More Please!

  Chapter 9: My Turn!

  Chapter 10 Six Months Later

  Mia’s Readers Club!

  Chapter 1: Ya Think!

  Cindy was in the middle of cooking supper when Bobby caused her appetite to vanish.

  She had just put the Friday Night Pizza in the oven when he came into the kitchen and, out of the fucking BLUE, said, “Hey, what do you think of the idea of meeting perfect strangers and fucking them?”

  She closed the oven door and turned her head to gape at him. Her breath seized in her chest. What the hell was he talking about? They hadn’t had sex in over a month, and he wanted to go and fuck a perfect stranger? The hurt in her chest morphed into anger.

  She looked up into his dark brown eyes and glanced away. “You sure know how to charm a girl, Bobby.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She chewed her lower lip and scowled. He hadn’t even so much as asked her to go with him to see a movie in the last two months, let alone try to woo her. And now he wanted to go fuck someone else?

  “Hey… I guess I approached this wrong, huh?”

  “Ya think!” She banged her hand on the countertop and stalked out of the kitchen.

  Slamming the bedroom door behind her, she stood in the middle of the room. Oooh! Sometimes he made her so mad! Her knuckles popped from clenching her hands so tightly. Sure it had been hellishly tough the last few months! When he got laid off from work, they told him that they’d be calling everyone back in just a couple of weeks; and instead the auto parts plant had shut down for good. He’d worked there almost ten years, and the only severance they offered was a two week vacation.

  Being out of work for two months had been a blow to him, sure. He was trying, sending out resumes and prowling the want ads every day. Thirty five years old and he felt he was a washed up ‘has been’.

  Thank God, his buddy Carl from the plant started that little business, installing stuff for Home Depot and was now swamped. For the last month Bobby had been putting in six day weeks at almost as much money as he’d been making at the plant. He and Carl really worked well together, and Carl wanted him to buy in as a partner. For the price of a second hand van, they’d split the profits fifty-fifty.

  So just when things were starting to get on an even keel, instead of celebrating with his WIFE, he wanted to get back into the Lifestyle? And not with any of their friends, but with perfect strangers? What the hell was with him?

  Didn’t he realize that his being out of work was hard on her too?

  God damn it! Just before the plant closed, they’d been talking about having kids. That was put off of course—especially since they lost their medical insurance. But things were looking up now. And instead of a family, he wanted to fuck.

  Other women.

  Not. His. Wife.

  Bastard.

  The bedroom door opened slowly and Bobby stuck his head in.

  “You gonna throw something at me?” He wore his best Puppy dog face.

  She crossed her arms and stood ramrod straight. “I really should, you know.”

  “Shit, Cindy, I can see you’re pissed off—but to tell you the truth, I thought you’d be happy!”

  “WHAT!” That did it. “Are you out of your cotton picking mind? Happy?” Her arms fell and she strode over to the door and put her hand on it. “You moped around this house for three months and never laid a hand on me. THEN you get a job, and work six day a week, ten to twelve hours a day and sleep on you day off. Never laying a hand on me! Then…” her voice hitched. “Then, when YOU decide that we’re gonna have a sex life again, you want to fuck some other woman!” She slammed her hand against the door. Hard. “How in the world could you POSSIBLY think that would make me HAPPY!”

  He held his hands up in front, surrendering. “Hoo—kaayy, my bad. My bad.”

  “Damn right!”

  “I sure read this one wrong.”

  “Ya think!” Why the hell didn’t he fight back? She’s got a ‘mad on’ and he was rolling over! Oooh!

  He stayed in the doorway with his hands still up. “Look, Cindy, I know our sex life has really sucked. I just thought – ”

  “Hah! As usual, you sure didn’t think much!”

  He let that hang in the air. She knew when she said it, that it was going to sting him. Good. He cut her first.

  He lowered his hands and looked away, his mouth pursed. After a moment his tongue pushed out against his cheek and he looked back at her. “Ouch.” He let out a whoosh of air. “Okay. You made your point and you scored a point back. Do you want to talk about this, or do you want to have a fight?” He folded his arms and looked down at her from his six feet height. “I can go either way now. It’s not where I wanted this to go, but if you want to go at it, bring it on.”

  Now, she felt like a jerk. And that got her pissed off all over again. “I hate it how you make me the bad guy all the time, Bobby!”

  His lips were a thin line. “I ain’t trying to make you feel a damn thing, Cindy.”

  “That’s a laugh! You come into the kitchen, tell me you want to screw some stranger, and …” now her eyes filled up. Dammit! Now he was going to think she was turning on the tears for the win! Screw it.

  “And you haven’t even so much as KISSED me in two weeks!” Her voice cracked at the end but she stopped caring. She step
ped right up to him and reaching up, poked a finger into his chest. “And yeah, I’ve been counting!” By the time the angry tears rolled down her cheek they were just… sad.

  Chapter 2: Sun And Stars

  “Hey…” He came through the door and put his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. “No woman, no cry…” he murmured into the top of her head. That damn song; he always says that when she started blubbering. She hated that about herself; it was so… ‘girly’; she felt weak whenever she teared up. And yet, every time he would draw her into himself in these moments, she drew strength from his arms around her.

  Each and every time he took her into his arms like this she always, always felt safe. She turned her head to the side and listened to his heartbeat. It was skipping along pretty fast. Good; nice to see she wasn’t the only one worked up.

  “I just… I don’t know… I fucked up, I guess,” his hand softly stroked the top of her head.

  “But… why in the world did you want us to do a kick-start with swinging?” She put her hands on his waist and leaned back to face him. “Aren’t I good enough? Aren’t we enough?”

  His face looked pained. “Of course we are, honey. I just… shit, I don’t know…”

  She put a hand on his chest where her head had been resting. “Come on,” she said it as gently as she could. There was something going on. “I’m not pissed anymore, Bobby. I just,” her voice caught in her throat. “I just want to understand.”

  At least he didn’t look away; he held her gaze. His mouth twitched. “I wanted to get it started again, I guess.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m not sure…” he held up a hand. “No, wait, I do know.” He glanced away for a second and back at her. “I wanted to kick start it, right? And what better way to get all hot and horny than by us getting dressed for sexy…” he pointed at her. “You getting dressed for sexy… and having some guy slathering after you. You know that shit really turns me on.”

  She nodded. The paradox of the Lifestyle. It never failed. Watching your mate—your husband watch you, as you fuck some guy… or better yet, get it on with a woman— had always, ALWAYS, from their first foray, red-lined their sex life for weeks, if not months after. The raunchier she was, the more he treasured her. How had she forgotten that?

  But still… She flicked her head up at him. “But the only way you could get riled up is watching me get fucked by some stranger?” She poked him in the chest. “Or YOU fucking some stranger? That’s the best you can come up with?” She began to feel the anger rise again. “You could have kissed me first, you know!” She closed her hand into a fist and started thumping on his chest.

  His hand caught her wrist, gently stopping its patter. He bent forward and placed his mouth on hers, his tongue gently flicking across her lip. She parted them slightly, and his tongue softly glazed in, probing hers with just the tip.

  Ohhh… about time! She placed her hand behind his neck, pulling him firmly, opening her mouth wider. His hands caressed the side of her face as their tongues began the first steps of that pleasurable, enticing dance.

  Her hands wandered down and stroked his back with an urgency, pulling him into her.

  In a blur, without taking his face from hers, he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her off her feet like a doll. He crossed the room in two steps, broke their kiss and laid her onto the bed. He climbed on top, pushing her knees apart and lay above her on his elbows.

  He nuzzled his face into that agonizingly sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder and began to feed on her, his mouth an ‘O’ as he lightly chewed her skin and his tongue caressed the open area. As always, a shiver danced merrily down her spine and her toes curled. She gasped, welcoming the sensation, her arms encircling his head.

  “Oh Bobby…” Her legs wrapped around his hips.

  His hands began their work. He grasped the fabric of her tank top and pulled it up past her bra and began to knead her breast through the cup. Firmly, his fingers pulled the satin and lace up, exposing it. His hand completely covered her breast and he squeezed it roughly, massaging it up to her nipple. He moved his head down and took it into his mouth.

  Anything more than a mouthful was a waste, he’d said early on in their courtship when she told him she wished hers were bigger; his mouth almost covered the entire orb. Who needs a cantaloupe when apples were so tasty he’d said. The saving grace she felt about her smallish tits were the top hat nipples, and how when he mouthed her bosom the ends of them, areole and nipple, puffed out so prominently. Maybe they could have been bigger, but their connection to her crotch was a high power transmission line. Her legs clenched him tighter.

  She felt his phallus already swollen, straining through his jeans. Her hands dropped down to his waist and began to fumble with his belt and button. He brushed her hands aside and clutched at the waistline of her yoga pants, peeling them down her legs like he was shucking an ear of corn. She kicked off her sneakers and with a single motion, he had her naked from the waist down.

  He gazed at her pussy. She hadn’t shaved it or trimmed it in weeks, the soft down between her legs covered the glistening she knew was already there; THAT had started when he first kissed her.

  With a groan he bent down between her legs. His fingers spread her labia apart and his mouth covered her damp slit as his tongue slathered over her clit.

  The firm, almost cat like roughness of his tongue on her most sensitive part sent a jolt through her entire body. She clenched upright on the bed and flopped back down.

  “Oh fuck yeah, Bobby! Do me!” She gasped, her voice already ragged .

  He began to twist his head back and forth between her legs, each motion sending a new thrill up her spine and down to her knees. His head bobbed up and down now, his tongue leaving a trail up the top of her mons. Again and again he whipped his head up and down her pussy.

  She clenched her knees around him, feeling the orgasm rushing through her.

  Just as she began to gasp in that exquisite moment of dying into life, he shoved two fingers up inside her, swiping along her creamy walls.

  “Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Yessss!” Her entire body spasmed in orgasm, pulling her into a rounded knot of ecstasy. “Oh fuck yeah Bobby! Right there! Right there!” He buried his face and fingers into her, pushing lust right through her.

  She flopped back down onto the bed, riding out the crest and waves, barely hanging onto the world. Just when she couldn’t stand it any longer, he stopped and fumbled with his jeans, pushing them below his knees. She looked up at that magnificent cock. She wanted to slurp off the slickness of precum that glazed the tip.

  But she wanted, no she needed that mushroom crown. Up. Inside. Her. Now! She opened her legs to him as he took his meat in his fist guiding it to her opening.

  “Hurt me Bobby! Hurt me goood!” She ached for him to stuff her. It had been too fucking long.

  With a single thrust he filled and stretched her to that delicious edge of burning, burrowing deep into her. Her arms went above her head, waving and grasping at air as she gasped at the immensity of him.

  He encircled her waist and pulled her body onto him, even deeper. Releasing her, his hand captured her flailing hands; holding them by the wrists, he pinned them to the bed. She strained against them to no avail. He had her. Thank God.

  “Oh baby, you’re so fucking tight!” His cock slithered up and out of her, leaving the emptiness only to fill her again. Again and again he just plain fucked her cunt, ravaging it with his hardness.

  Her eyes were shut tight since he’d started going down on her. Now she opened them a crack to see him watching his manhood stroke in and out with an intent gaze.

  “You like watching my cunt get fucked, don’t you?” she rasped.

  He nodded.

  “Your cock, Josh’s cock, anyone’s cock fucking and filling me, turns you on…”

  “Oh fuck yeah, Cindy. I love seeing your pussy filled.” His voice was guttural.

  “You l
ove watching their cum ooze out of me when it’s over…”

  “Oh yeah…” His hips started to sway from side to side. She felt another orgasm swell in her. The cock orgasm. Just as wonderful as the mouth O, but a different flavor, strawberry to chocolate.

  “Just your little slut cunt. You like me when I’m a slut cunt, don’t you? A dripping hole, just for you… don’t you? You made me a slut cunt you know…”

  “Oh fuck Cindy!” She felt his hips spasm and that pushed her over the edge. She wrestled her hands away from his grip and grabbed him by the hair.

  His head jerked up and their eyes bored into each other’s as they flung past the sun and stars, and through forever.

  Chapter 3: A Woman’s Right

  A while later, they sat in the kitchen, both in housecoats, mowing down pizza. They’d hardly spoken, letting the post coital glow do all the talking.

  These were the best moments. The quiet ‘being’ with each other that came after a great round of sex. It didn’t happen every time; in nine years of marriage. There were as many flavors of post coital bliss as there were orgasms. But it was always the blue white ones, that left them in a subdued, pleasant glow.

  Placing her plate in the dishwasher, she said, “So… any more thoughts about that one night stand thing?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. I’m staying the hell away from that, babe. That topic’s radioactive as far as I’m concerned.”

  She gave him a curt nod of approval. “Good.”

  “Want another beer?” he asked, opening the fridge.

  “Yeah.”

  He popped the caps off and handed her one. He held out his bottle and they clinked. “Here’s to us.”

  She took a pull. Ahhh. Wicked sex, pizza and beer. How good can it get?

  The silence hung, but the glow was fading like steam in a winter’s day.

  “So you’re sure, no more thoughts?” she asked.