Sharing Janice, Swinger's Fantasies, Episode 1 (3 page)

“Yeah, that’s right, squeeze his cock tight,
ride it and show him what a slutty, sex kitten you are.”

Her hand rose to take the vibrator and turn
it on, placing it firmly against her clit. “Yesss. Fuck me fast
Sean. You’re so thick and hard.”

Oh God, her muscles were clenched on the cock
inside her, hips bucking up like a wild bronco. “Ahhhhh…I’m
coming….” I rammed the thick cock deep inside her, shooting load
after load of pent up lust into her slippery hole.

Her hand was rubbing the vibrator furiously
against her clit and I felt her body stiffen, her legs tremble as
she moaned incoherently.

My body almost collapsed on top of her, my
hands snaking around her waist to be filled by her gorgeous tits.
Fuck! If it was this hot, fantasizing another guy fucking her, what
would it be like when it happened!

Chapter 4- Janice, photo shoot

“Oh God,
Damian, that was hot, pretending you were Sean fucking me! I came
three times! And his picture and profile-wow. I wasn’t sure this
morning but…” I felt him slip out of me, leaving a trail of warm
wetness on the inside of my thigh before I turned onto my side and
sat up.

“For me, too. I’m glad you’ve warmed up to
the idea ‘cause I think it’ll be great for both of us. You like his
profile, huh?” Damian shifted on the bed to sit next to me, the
tablet on his lap.

“Yeah, he’s clean cut and handsome as hell.”
I gazed at Sean’s photo. He had a great smile; almost laughing and
it showed in the creases at the corner of his light, blue eyes. If
what he said about the thickness of his cock was true, it’d be the
experience of a lifetime to have sex with him.

“I like the idea that he’s younger than us
and the way he’s written the profile, it sounds like he has a good
sense of humor. This is going to be exciting as hell, but I’d like
to keep it light and easy.” Damian’s arm went over my shoulder and
he pulled me close to kiss my forehead.

“I’m glad you’re going along with my fantasy
but if you have second thoughts, we can drop it at any time. You
know that, right? No questions asked. The important thing is us.”
His face was serious and his eyes bored into mine.

“Of course. I love you and I think it’ll be
fun. Look at how horny we were just PRETENDING! Are we going to
join the site and contact him?” Now that I was in agreement, it
couldn’t happen soon enough.

“Okay, my little Minx, there’s no time like
the present. We’ve got to join to be able to contact Sean. Writing
the profile will be relatively simple but have you given any
thoughts to photos?” Damian rose from the bed to get his laptop
from the office.

Oh yeah, photos. There was no way I’d let
either of our faces be seen on a swinger site. This town was too
small for that and we each had successful careers. “Can we blank
out our faces?”

“I’ve looked at a few profiles of couples and
there are some that don’t show the face; it’s blurred out. I think
we can do whatever we like but we want to look attractive, dress
provocatively.” He took a seat next to me and opened the case.
“Looks like we’re going to be doing a photo shoot tonight.”

There were a few low cut, tight dresses that
I’d bought for the club that were pretty daring. Maybe instead of
blurring the features, we could wear the masquerade masks that we’d
got at New Year’s. At least our smiles would show through that way.
“Let me see some of the other couples’ profiles so I know how much
to show or not show.” I edged in closer to the screen as he clicked
away.

“You’ve got to be a paid member to see any
nudity, so these ones are pretty tame.”

I poked him in the ribs. “You’re a real
expert on this, aren’t you? How many women have you been checking
out?”

He turned to face me and grinned. “Only the
one sitting next to me.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head but inside
my heart was bursting. He’d said just the right thing to reassure
me. A photo of a dark haired woman in her late thirties popped up
on the screen. She was standing in a bedroom wearing a black lacy
bra, a garter belt and stockings. Her boobs were almost spilling
from the bra and her hips were curvy above legs that seemed to go
on forever with the high stiletto heels. The only thing blurred
about her, were her eyes.

Damian moved the mouse and a picture of her
husband filled the screen. He was stocky, wearing dark pants and a
white shirt, also in the bedroom setting. He had dark hair that had
begun to recede at the forehead, dark eyes and a trimmed beard and
mustache—overall, not a bad looking guy.

The next woman to pop up was a red head with
an athletic body, firm legs displayed in a micro-mini dress that
hugged her narrow hips and waist. Her full face and the face of her
blonde partner were plain to see.

So it really WAS up to the couple how much or
how little they chose to display in their profile pics. I rose from
the bed and called over my shoulder, leaving the room. “How about
you order a pizza for dinner and crack open a bottle of wine? I’m
going to take a shower and get sexed up for the photos.”

I paused at the doorway and turned to face
him. “You know, we’ve never taken naughty pictures of us making
love or anything like this. I think this will be fun.” When his
eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, I winked and licked my lower
lip.

“Our personal porn stash, starring Janice and
Damian. I like it.” He lifted the laptop showing his cock, hard
once more. “Annndddd, maybe our soon to be friend, Sean, would like
to co-star.”

“You’re so bad! I love it!” I blew a kiss to
the man who knew me so well, my partner and soul mate, feeling like
a frisky school girl, hurrying in to the bathroom to get ready—the
conservative lawyer role replaced by naughty Janice.

Oh God, I’d just had mind blowing sex and my
pussy was tingling at the prospect of the photos, getting slutty. I
turned the shower on and stepped in to clean my body while my mind
was picturing filthy things I would do to Damian while the camera
rolled. Maybe in another life, I’d been a burlesque dancer because
I was getting into this very easily. It was hard not to let my
fingers linger, washing my pussy.

When I turned the shower off and slid the
glass door back, Damian was standing before me, extending a glass
of wine. “Dinner is on the way.” His gaze drifted to my breasts,
beads of water dripping from my hardened nipples. “My God, you’re
beautiful.”

“Look who’s talking.” In the satin robe, tied
loosely at the waist, his muscular chest and tight abdomen peeked
through the folds of the cloth. I took the wine from his hand and
raised it to my lips, my gaze drinking in his dark eyes, the shadow
of beard in the hollow under his cheekbones and his full, parted
lips.

“I’d better get out of here and let you dry
off, before I’m tempted to fuck you again. I want to wait to get
that on film.” He handed a fluffy white towel to me, and with a
smile, he was gone.

I took another large swallow of the clear,
icy wine and set the glass on the counter. It was fruity, burning
its way down my throat but I wouldn’t need it for the liquid
courage—my hormones were in over-drive already. After toweling
myself quickly, I turned on the heat lamp and took my make-up case
from the cabinet.

Even when going to the club, I wouldn’t wear
as much make-up as I planned on using tonight. I applied a dark
shadow, extending to the corner of my eyebrows and black mascara to
my blonde lashes. Instead of the pale pink lipstick, I covered my
lips with a bright, hooker red, shade. No need for foundation or
blush. I pinned my hair loosely up, letting some tendrils frame my
face and trail down my neck.

Deep inside the bag was a set of small, round
clips, still in their packaging from when I’d bought them. I opened
the plastic bag and opened the gold ring to apply it to my nipple.
Ow! It hurt, but in a good way, shooting a dart of pleasure to my
clit. Next the other breast. I looked in the mirror and smiled at
the gold ring pinching the nipple of my dark areole. Taking a deep
breath, I bent and clipped one to my pussy lip. Another glance in
the mirror…Oh yeah! I looked lusty and fuckable.

When I entered the bedroom, I could hear
Damian speaking at the front door. The pizza must have arrived.
What if I’d answered the door wearing only this jewelry? I couldn’t
help giggling at the thought. Damian would probably get his fantasy
way before we had a chance to meet Sean.

I pulled out a red, lacy bra and garter belt
from the back of the drawer of my dresser and set them on the bed.
The cup size of the bra was smaller than the normal ‘D’ I usually
wore, but pushed the girls high, making them look enormous,
spilling over the top. Next, the mesh bag with my stockings—a black
pair would do just nicely, especially with the black stiletto
heels.

When I was dressed in my hooker lingerie, I
pulled a micro-mini red lace dress from a hanger in my closet. Ten
minutes later, a dash of perfume and I was ready for another glass
of wine and the photo shoot.

Chapter 5 Damian, the photographer

Something
told me that dinner would be served late that night, IN BED. I
turned the oven on low, placed the box inside it and poured another
glass of wine, downing it in two swallows. When I turned to take
the bottle into the bedroom to get dressed, my hand drifted to the
counter, setting the wine down while my jaw dropped.

Holy fuck! Was that Janice? She’d always
dressed seductively when we went to the club but now she looked
absolutely luscious, all tits and legs, every guy’s fantasy! The
ivory mounds of her breasts, bursting up from the scooped neckline,
the slim waist with a tiny mound of her tummy, curving out to a
round hip and long, lithe thighs—my cock was rock hard.

I watched, mesmerized as one shapely leg
crossed to plant her foot directly in front of the other, hips
swaying in a runway model-walk towards me. The corners of her ruby
lips were pulled back in a small, lascivious smile, her blue eyes,
framed by thick dark lashes and shadow, flirting, almost daring
me.

“You like?” Her voice was soft and husky.

“Are you kidding? If Sean saw you looking
like that, he’d crawl through broken glass to fuck you. You nailed
it and I can’t wait to nail you, AGAIN!” I placed my hands on the
small of her back and drew her towards me, rubbing my oozing hard
on, into her tummy. She smelled wonderful as my lips kissed the
hollow of her neck, causing her to shudder with delight.

“You’d better get dressed for the profile
picture. I’m not having you pose naked like this.”

Her hand slid along my stomach and her
fingers gripped my cock, massaging up and down, softly. “If other
women saw this, they’d want to suck it, like I do.” Her voice was a
purr in my ear, driving me wild.

“It’s only for you, Baby, until you tell me
otherwise.” My lips went to hers and my tongue drove forward,
mimicking what my cock wanted to do to her, our tongues dancing in
lust.

“Come on. I think the bedroom is a better
place to take these photos.” Oh my God, it was all I could do to
just hold her hand walking back to the bedroom.

I pulled a dark pair of tight pants from the
hanger and slid them on, going ‘commando’, feeling the fabric
caress my raging hard-on. Janice had selected a white shirt from
the closet and I pushed my arms into the sleeves and stood watching
her face as she fastened the buttons, leaving the top two
undone.

I looked into the mirror and finger combed my
hair, leaving the lock on my forehead, that refused to stay in
place. When I turned, Janice had the two masks in her hands.

“I feel more comfortable wearing this for the
site.” She slipped a red, sequined mask over her face and tied the
ribbons at the back.

“I’ll take a few of you and then you can take
mine—two sets, one for the tame part of the site and one for
members only.” I grinned at her and went to the office to get my
camera.

When I returned, she was posing, looking at
herself in the mirror. “Don’t worry; I’ll get the right shot. Just
stand with your hip thrust out, bending just a little forward to
show cleavage.” I took a couple of shots and had her turn to the
side and then with her back to me, looking at the camera over her
shoulder.

Fuck, she was enticing with the smile crease
at her perfect ass, just peeking through. I felt her head brush my
arm as she strained forward to see the photos on the camera.

“Perfect, my turn.” She scooped the camera
from my hand and stepped back. “Stand facing me and then a few to
the side, showing off your waistline.”

Even wearing the mask, being anonymous, I
still felt a little self-conscious and was glad when it was over.
“I think we could use some fortification for the next set.” I
glanced at the screen of the camera and grinned. I actually looked
pretty good, a bit mysterious but the smile had come through.

When I returned with the wine, Janice had
removed her dress. Again, she took my breath away! A Playboy Bunny
couldn’t have looked sexier as she stood in the bra, garter belt
and dark stockings. I handed a fresh glass to her and together we
sipped wine, our eyes meeting. How far would she go with the
intimate member photos?

I set the glass down and picked up the camera
once more, focusing it on her. “Okay Baby, show me what you
got.”

She smiled and began to move her body,
twisting at the waist to flirt with the camera, bending over with
her hands cupping her breasts, raising her leg to set her foot on
the bed, the V of her dark panties showing.

I had a brain storm. “Stop. You need music.
Do a strip tease.”

“Yes!” She picked her cell phone up from the
dresser and a few minutes later, sultry music filled the room.