ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (31 page)

FIRST TIME FOURSOME

SWINGER EROTICA

BWWM/WWBM

“Honey, would you mind coming into the kitchen for a minute?” Emma swept aside her blonde hair with her right hand as her left arm held the paper grocery bag. She caught her right shoe on the throw rug in the foyer and almost tripped as she made her way back to the kitchen. By the time she made it there, she was red in the face and huffing as she set the bag of cans on the countertop. “I shouldn’t have put that gallon of milk in the bag,” she mumbled as she started to put her grocery items away.

Benjamin leaned against the entranceway of the kitchen and smiled as he watched his wife bustling around the kitchen. Somehow, things had seemed more relaxed since their swinger night, and he was hoping for another go at it soon. It wasn’t that Emma displeased him in the bedroom; in fact, she made him hornier than ever. The thought of having sex with someone who wasn’t his wife just made him harder than he’d been in years.

He tipped back the bottle of ale he’d been drinking and loosened his tie as he fixated on her backside swooshing while she walked. Emma turned around just as he was thinking about what it would be like to enter her like her swinging partner, Rogan, had, and he had a half grin on his face that suggested he was already at full mast. Emma glanced down to be sure and her gaze traveled along the length of him throbbing in his khakis.

“Well, I’m glad you're excited because we’ve got something to talk about,” Emma said while she shoved the milk into the refrigerator and spun around to find her husband standing behind her. His hands were warm on her hips and she could feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. “First, dinner, and then we’ll, well, let’s just have a talk,” she reaffirmed.

“Did I do something wrong?” Benjamin sounded worried as he let his hands slide away from her waist and tossed his empty ale bottle in the recycling bin.

“No, of course not,” Emma smiled at him reassuringly and gave him a peck on the cheek. She leaned up to put a can of green beans on the top shelf and Benjamin reached up to help her. Without warning, her heart felt large and warm in her chest. He was always trying to do things to make her life easier, and she couldn’t ask for a better husband.

“Then what are we talking about?” Benjamin liked this cat and mouse game she seemed to be playing. It was adorable that his wife was still embarrassed to talk about things with him. He was glad they weren’t at the stage where they left the bathroom door open while they were doing their business. Secretly, he hoped they never got to that stage. Life would be boring then.

Emma opened the dishwasher and proceeded to put away the silverware as she tried to think about what she was going to say. She only had an hour and a half to explain it to her husband and get dinner ready. “Well, I ran into Samantha today,” she started as she put the knives back in their wooden knife holder on the counter.

Her husband waited a few heartbeats before he grabbed another ale from the refrigerator and popped it open. Then he decided he had to prompt her to keep going. “Well?” he asked as he dreaded what she would say next. Wasn’t she happy about what they had done?

“She wanted to know if she and Rogan could come over and talk about setting up another date,” Emma spat out and took a deep breath after her words. She felt crimson gracing her cheeks as she worried her husband would be upset with her for inviting the two strangers they’d had sex with over to their home.

“And what did you tell her?” Benjamin wanted to smile, but he liked watching her fidget nervously with the wooden spoon in her hands. She was running her fingers up and down the wooden handle and he imagined it was his hard cock she was caressing rather than a cooking utensil.

“I told her they could be here by six,” Emma decided to be blunt. Her eyes sought out sanctuary from her husband’s gaze and finally landed on their refrigerator calendar. It had only been a few weeks since their dalliance with the out of town couple. Emma felt the need to explain herself and rushed on when Benjamin didn’t respond. “She said they were back in town for a fun time and couldn’t find anyone else to swap with, so Samantha was wondering if we’d be interested in a foursome.” Emma was excited by the thought of Rogan’s big black hands and Samantha’s chocolate skin being theirs for the taking.

Benjamin’s scrotum tightened deliciously at the thought and his fingers relaxed on the neck of the glass bottle. “Six, huh?” he asked as he looked at the stovetop clock. They had a little over an hour. Knowing his wife, she would want to whip up something special that would take the average person three to four hours to cook. “What’s for dinner?”

Emma knew he was okay with the notion of talking to their swinging partners again when he asked about dinner. If he weren’t, he would have come out and told her. Still, she worried he wouldn’t want to engage in a foursome, and she was desperately hoping he’d want to let her deep throat him while Rogan played with her anus again. Besides, she also wanted to know what it was like to give a woman pleasure with a dildo. There was no reason to leave Samantha out of the mix.

Benjamin grabbed the homemade macaroni and cheese with buttered bread crumbs on top from the oven. The timer was jabbing at his eardrums and he pushed the button on the stovetop display to shut it off. Emma hurried as she basted the chicken one last time and sprinkled on some extra salt. Contrary to her usual behavior, she’d gone with a relatively easy meal of mac and cheese, baked chicken with rosemary, and a homemade spring salad with Italian dressing. It was simple, but at least it was home cooked.

“You’re beautiful,” Benjamin whispered behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and put his warm lips to her neck.

Emma was about to tell him he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen when the doorbell rang. She twisted in his arms and kissed him deeply on the mouth before she pulled away, leaving him stunned and breathless. Benjamin followed after her, a few paces behind. He licked his lips and ran his finger over them as he watched her pull open the door. The beautiful, black woman he’d spent the night with only a few weeks prior stood on his doorstep, and his wife was smiling from ear to ear as if Christmas had come early.

“You brought dessert!” Emma took the pie from Samantha’s warm, caramel hands and beckoned the woman and her husband inside. Rogan nodded to Benjamin with a bright, wide smile as he stepped through the entrance.

“It’s good to see you again, man,” Rogan held out his hand and Benjamin took it as if they were shaking over a business deal. Emma and Samantha disappeared around the corner and into the kitchen.

Emma popped open a bottle of wine and poured everyone a glass while Samantha put the pie on the stovetop and used her hand to get the aroma of the macaroni and cheese to waft to her nose. “Mm, this smells delicious,” she complimented as she turned back to Emma. “Where did you get the recipe?” she asked while she helped Emma take the glasses over to the table.

“I got it from my mother. Apparently it’s a popular recipe online, but it’s a family tradition,” Emma responded as she set her glass on the table and put Benjamin’s by his usual seat. Samantha helped her set the table with the best dishes Emma had, which were white, square plates and heavy silverware.

The men chatted in the other room until the women had the meal laid out on the table and ready to be served. Samantha was an excellent help in the kitchen and Emma could see the two of them becoming friends, but she was still leery of getting too close to someone when she was going to be sleeping with them and her husband.

Benjamin led the way into the kitchen when he heard Emma dishing out the salad and took his seat near the refrigerator. Emma sat across from him while Samantha sat closest to the wall and her husband sat across from her. They dug into their salads without saying much for a few minutes before Samantha piped up to start a conversation.

The four of them discussed safe subjects such as pets, which Benjamin and Emma didn’t have any, and then they got into the heavier subject of what they would do together while they had pie and coffee. Emma was fixing her cup of coffee when Samantha sat down beside her and their thighs touched on the couch.

“So, I assume Emma has already told you why we’re here?” she asked Benjamin while he sipped his coffee. He swallowed his mouthful and nodded to confirm he understood. “Rogan and I have done this sort of thing before, but I know the last time was your first time, so I know this would be your first foursome. I wanted you guys to know that I respect your privacy and your choice in not wanting to do this with the same couple twice, but I promise you there are no feelings involved.” Samantha ended her speech with a sip of her coffee and Emma tried to figure out how to respond.

Finally, Benjamin spoke up for the both of them and she felt relieved the attention was on him. “Just so you know, I’m not into man on man action,” he smiled and Rogan nodded gravely.

“I completely understand,” they bumped fists and Emma wanted to roll her eyes because her husband never did things such as that.

“So it’s settled? We’re doing this?” Emma asked as she looked around at the three of them. Benjamin was looking at her imploringly and she knew he was inwardly hoping she wanted to do it as much as he did. She thought he didn’t understand just how much of an animal he’d created with the wife swapping. Now they were going to skip having a threesome and go right to a foursome.

“Just name the time and place and we’ll be there,” Samantha said with glee in her voice. It was obvious she couldn’t wait to get a chance to have Emma naked, and Emma found she didn’t mind the concept. They set up a meeting time and decided to meet at the same hotel they’d used before. This time, though, there would only be one room.

They finished their coffee and ate the rest of their desert as they talked about other, trivial subjects such as the news and the upcoming presidential race. After their guests had left, Benjamin led Emma up the stairs to their second story bedroom and down the hallway. “What are you doing?” she asked him playfully as she ran her thumb around in circles on the back of his hand.

“It’s my turn tonight,” he replied with a mischievous grin. Emma felt her knees weaken and her inner thighs grew warm with the heat of want at just those four words.

His hands splayed across her flat abdomen as his breath tickled her swollen, waiting clit. Then his fingernails dug in gently and created a dent in her perfectly smooth flesh while his tongue shot out and tasted her sensitive lips. Emma moaned and tried to thrust her hips upward, but Benjamin’s hands kept her from moving. He was in control, and she grew wetter thinking about what he might do to her.

“Do you remember the safe word?” he asked as he breathed on her clit again.

“Red,” she whispered as she thought about how close he was to bringing her to climax when he’d barely touched her.

“Good,” her husband whispered back as he dipped closer to her pussy. He let her feel his breath on her nub a few more seconds before his hands moved to her hips and gripped them hard enough to cause a sharp jolt. Emma whimpered, but not from pain.

She was blindfolded with her wrists bound. She tested the restraints tied to their bedpost and the flesh of her nipples tingled as she imagined her husband about to tweak them, or maybe he was going to lick her first. Suddenly, the breaths between her legs halted and she felt him leave the bed. Her mouth opened with her panting as she wondered what he might do to her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she heard him moan to her left. Then something cold pressed against her left nipple.

“Wha-” Emma didn’t have time to ask when the cold metal clamped down on her hard nipple. Benjamin’s finger found her clit before she could gasp at the sudden pressure and began to circle slowly. She felt his other fingers run along her right nipple, turning it into a peak, too.

She didn’t care how loud her breathing had become as she felt him put two of his fingers in her pussy and his thumb circled around her clit. “Do you like it when I finger you like Rogan did?” he asked her in a husky voice.

“Yes,” she breathed as he found a small, hard spot inside of her that would make her orgasm. Emma wanted him to put his pinky near her anus, but he had instructed her that it was not her night to give instructions.

Instead, she tilted her hips up so that she felt his digit brushing against her anus and tried to will him inside of her. “I know what you want,” he whispered as his pinky pushed into her a few centimeters. “But tonight, I think we’re going to try something new.”

Emma swallowed with anticipation and hoped he would stick his cock in her mouth. She’d been thinking about sucking on it since she’d seen his hard-on during dinner. Remembering the way she’d slid her hand over it a few times just to tantalize him, she wondered if he was going to do the same to her.

Something soft tickled her collarbone and her nipples grew harder in their clamps. Then the soft material he was using tickled down her abdomen and she could feel it swirling over her thighs. Emma wanted to giggle, but something wet and rough began from her right knee and trailed up to her inner thigh. She knew it was his tongue before she felt his breath on her clit again, and then he was kissing her throbbing nub with exact precision. Each brush of his lips against the sensitive flesh brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she was about to explode, he reached up and flicked one of the clamps, causing her a sharp, intense pain that soon vanished as she cried out his name.

Emma tried to thrust her hips up, but his hands kept her immobilized and the restraints tugged against her wrists as she fought against them. “No, I can’t-” she gasped when she felt one finger circling her pussy to make it wet. Benjamin didn’t respond because she hadn’t said the safe word, and something kept her from doing it.

Her orgasm was still creating aftershocks when one of her husband’s fingers dove into her anus and two more found their way into her pussy. Emma felt his breath on her clit just before his tongue darted out to lap at it eagerly. His free hand held her hip roughly and kept her from bucking on the bed too much, and with most of her erogenous zones being tormented, Emma cried out with a second, explosive orgasm that left her breathless and feeling wrung out.

Gently, Benjamin removed the nipple clamps and settled himself between her legs. She was so tight he had to push in one slow, agonizing inch at a time until he was hilt deep. Then he waited a few seconds for her body to adjust before he made love to her slowly, brushing his lips over her sensitized nipples occasionally just to feel her pussy clench.

“Benjamin,” she whispered as his hip thrusts increased and she felt his cock pulsing.

“I want you to cum with me,” he said huskily in her ear. Emma had no problem obliging when his hands gripped her shoulders and his hips collided with hers repeatedly. She felt satisfaction in knowing he called out her name while he came and she’d cried out his.

He cleaned himself up and came back to the bed to undo her blindfold and her wrist restraints. There were red marks where she’d pulled, but the throb between her legs was enough to make up for the ones on her wrists. Emma rolled over onto her stomach and felt Benjamin’s hands on her lower back. They trailed up her spine and ended at her shoulders where he massaged her until she fell asleep.

The last thing she remembered whispering was, “I love you.”