Sharing Janice, Swinger's Fantasies, Episode 1 (4 page)

Her hands rose and fingers were working at
the hooks on her bra, bending at the waist, her luscious melons
becoming bare for a nano-second before her hands covered them. She
slowly turned in time to the music revealing the smooth, tight skin
of her bare back, fingers sliding the panties down over the garter
and exposing, the full spank-able cheeks of her ass.

Oh my God! My dick was once more at attention
when she bent over, the lips of her pussy, dark and swollen,
peeking out from under her ass. Janice was beautiful and had always
been aware of that fact, but now, posing for the camera she was
irresistible—transforming from beauty to a sex kitten before my
eyes.

She lifted her knee to the bed, and swing her
other leg up, positioning herself so that she was on her hands and
knees, her butt facing the camera. When she lowered her shoulders
to lay on the bed, her fuck-able ass was open for anyone who’d view
these photos!

With feline grace, she rolled over onto her
back and crossed one leg over the other. After getting a shot of
her legs and ass, I moved to the side of the bed to capture her
breasts, which she cupped at the sides in her fingers. Oh my God!
The dark nipples had nipple rings! I’d always loved nipple
jewelry.

She lowered her legs and spread them apart.
Fuck! Did I just die and go to heaven! There was a ring fastened to
her pussy lip, high, that I hadn’t seen when she bent over. I took
a deep breath, trying to steady the camera in my hands, while
constantly clicking photos of her.

“Let’s get these photos over with. I’m dying
to do the live porn flick.” She placed her pinkie finger between
her lips and gave one last saucy pose before rising from the
bed.

Chapter 6- Janice, porn star

Did the
wetness of my pussy get captured in the pics? God, laying there so
exposed was making me horny, thinking of the people who would be
looking at my pussy, fantasizing about fucking or sucking it.
Seeing Damian’s cock, pressing against the crotch of his pants,
knowing he’d be fucking me with it while filming had almost made me
come!

I got up off the bed and trailed my fingers
over his hard-on before taking the camera from his hand. “That’s
right, Lover. Nice and thick for the camera.”

I took a few pictures of him, taking care
that the angle showed off his arousal. “Now take your shirt off.
Move Baby. Make love to the camera.” I couldn’t suppress the laugh
at the look of apprehension in his eyes. “Finish your wine and have
another. I’m going to change the song.”

Aha! Just the right one—‘You Can Leave Your
Hat On—he’d get into that one! When I turned he had finished the
glass and was pouring another. His cock had softened a little as
he’d always been a little camera shy. I could fix that.

I placed my hand over the semi-hard bulge in
his crotch and began to stroke it through the fabric. “What do you
think Sean will like seeing more, my tits or my pussy?” I continued
to massage his cock. “I was thinking of his huge shaft fucking me
when you took the pictures of my pussy.”

I took his free hand and placed it between my
legs. “Feel how wet I am—how much I need a hard cock.” His erection
was back and the fabric was dampening under my hand stroking
him.

My fingers moved up his abdomen and undid the
buttons of the shirt before I stepped back and picked up the camera
again.

I held it before me, focusing on his body.
“Perfect, your chest is so broad and manly, with the dark hair
between your pecs. Now take the shirt off.” I kept clicking,
getting every movement and detail of his exquisite body. He stood
before me, with the glass of wine in his hand, held casually at
waist level, the ropy muscles of his six-pack clearly showing.

“Take off your pants, Lover.”

He set the wine on the dresser and with a
small smirk he unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down, slowly.
The pants dropped a few inches and his dark patch of pubic hair
edged over the top. My heart was beating hard in my chest even
though the scene was ironic. His cock was familiar but the teasing
and the music made it unknown and seductive.

The top of his cock seemed to pop up, no
longer constrained in the pants that now grazed downward over his
hips and dark thighs. When they were at his ankles, he turned to
the side and kicked them away, moving in time to the music, raising
his arms, cupping his hands behind his neck in a classic ‘he-man’
pose.

His shoulders and arm muscles looked massive,
but how many women would be noticing that when his magnificent cock
was also on display. He turned so that his back was to me, the
muscles clenched tight in his ass, revealing the delightful hollow
at the side that I loved. He was an Adonnis, that, thanks to the
wine and my hand, he was finally showing off.

“I think we’ve got the photos for the swinger
site. Now, for our own film.” My pussy was almost aching, I wanted
it so much.

He took the camera and changed the setting to
movie, placing it on his armoire and playing with the setting to
focus on the bed.

I finished the wine and sat on the bed’s
dark, satin surface, swinging my legs up to lay waiting for him. My
fingers rolled over my breasts and down to the smooth lips of my
pussy, stroking along the slit. God, I was horny and wet.

“That is so lewd; I love it.” Damian’s eyes
were riveted on my fingers. “Spread yourself. I want to get all of
it on film.”

His own hand was stroking his cock as he
watched me tease my clit and dip my fingers into my wet opening. He
stepped to the foot of the bed and lifted my knees, placing them on
his shoulders before lowering his head to kiss my pussy. It was
like an erotic, electrical shock feeling when his hot tongue
skimmed over the surface of my clit.

My head pressed into the pillow as my chin
rose, gasping while his tongue ravished me; his fingers pushed deep
inside my opening. We’d played too long at the sexual teasing. I
was on the verge of ecstasy, my hands holding his head while I
pressed my pussy hard against his mouth. My legs trembled as his
mouth drove me to orgasm, wave after wave of bliss, his tongue
licking my clit furiously, fucking my cunt with his hand. I was
lost in lust, only aware of how glorious this was.

My body arched up when his tongue became too
much on my sensitive clit. I pulled his head up, watching him lick
my wetness from his lips. Much as I wanted his hot shaft to fuck
me, it’d have to wait. I wanted to suck that hard cock deep into my
throat, taste the deliciousness of the man I adored.

I lifted my legs from his shoulders and
shifted my body as he rose to his knees. My cheek brushed his thigh
as my mouth sought his hard, veined shaft, the tip glistening with
pre-cum. I licked the satiny surface, trying to insert the tip of
my tongue into the slit, eager to taste all of him.

I heard him moan and felt his hand on the
back of my head, pulling my mouth down on his cock, deeper and
deeper. My fingers massaged the hard, tight flesh of his balls,
before sliding up and around his cock, massaging him, swirling my
hand the way he liked.

His hand left my head and he leaned to the
side followed by the sound of the drawer in his night stand sliding
open. “Lay on your side and spread your legs.”

I pulled my head back and looked up into his
eyes, half closed with lust, before I did as he asked. My pussy was
facing the camera when he leaned forward to press the vibrator into
me. Eagerly, my lips closed on his cock and I sucked it into my
mouth, twirling my tongue over the head while his hips arched
forward.

His hand was fucking me with the vibrator
slowly as my head lowered deeper onto his shaft, almost to the
base. Damian was breathing fast, his cock rock hard pressing into
the back of my throat. Was he picturing the vibrator as Sean’s
cock, fucking me? His finger flipped the button, turning the
vibrator on, filling me with its rolling action while the flaps of
the rabbit ears teased my clit.

“Suck it. Show me what a slut you can be,
sucking my cock while another guy fucks you. Spread your legs wider
and take all of that cock in your cunt.”

Oh fuck! He was doing it to me again.
“Mmmph.” It was a guttural moan from my throat as my mouth bobbed
faster on his cock, eager to please him while Sean, the fantasy
lover fucked my pussy. My muscles clamped on the vibrator sending a
shiver of excitement to my clit.

“That’s it; squeeze it hard.” His hand was
pumping the vibrator faster into me and it was Sean’s thick cock I
felt.

Soft, unintelligible mewls rumbled in my
throat as I sucked Damian’s cock like my life depended on it. I
needed to satisfy two men with my body in that moment. I was
Damian’s fuck whore, HIS to use and be used.

His hips arched forward while his other hand
drove my head deep onto his cock. “Ahhh….Suck it, Baby.”

My mouth felt his cock pulse as hot cum
spurted down my throat. Oh fuck, my own orgasm flooded through my
body, drowning me in a flood of pleasure. My eyes watered with his
cock so deep in my throat, impaled on two cocks fucking me hard,
using me and making me cry out in lust, for more.

Damian’s hand stroked my head gently now.
“God, I love you. A whore in the bedroom and a lady outside of
that.”

I eased back and looked up at him, his eyes
soft and smiling. “I’m crazy about you. I’d do anything for you,
especially if it’s this hot.” The vibrator slid from me when I rose
up to meet his lips, kissing him long and with a warm passion.

His arms enveloped me and we lay together,
softly kissing and snuggling close.

Chapter 7 – Janice, the next morning

“Wake up,
Baby. You’ve got to see this.” Damian’s voice was excited as his
hand tugged at my shoulder.

My eyes creaked open to see him sitting up,
his back resting against the headboard with the laptop propped up
against his bent knees. His eyes glittered when he glanced at me,
his face split in a grin.

“What?” I raised my head to see the clock on
the night table. Six ten. I could have slept for another forty
minutes.

“Four guys responded to our profile on the
swinger site and guess what? Sean was one of them.” His words came
out in a rush. “Here, you read it while I get us coffee.”

I was awake now! I sat up and took the
computer from him, scanning the picture and reading Sean’s
reply.

Hi Mr. and Mrs. A,

You sound like a fun couple I’d really
like to meet. The pics of you, especially Mrs. A., are awesome! You
were in my dreams last night. Are you a gymnast BTW? The things and
positions you were doing!

Last night? My eyes flashed to the time of
the post. Fifteen minutes ago? Oh my God, he was probably on line
right now! We could write him and probably get an answer right
away.

I would love to get together with you for
a coffee or drink to see how we mesh, but I’m sure there’ll be some
chemistry. This is more for your peace of mind than mine, I assure
you.

Sexed up Sean

Damian returned and set a mug of coffee on my
night table and took a seat on the bed next to me.

“Damian! He sent that email a half an hour
ago; he’s probably on line right now. Let’s send him a message.” My
fingers were itching to type a reply.

“Fine by me, go for it.”

Hi Sexed Up Sean,

You caught our attention on the site and
we’d like to meet you for a drink. Like you, we feel that we almost
know you, since you were in our fantasy play session last night! We
can only anticipate that the real thing (especially given your
dimensions!) will be better!

How does Tuesday or Wednesday evening at
Black Jack’s, seven pm, sound?

Mr. and Mrs. A.

Damian had been leaning towards me, reading
what I typed. “Looks good, send it.”

I clicked the button to ‘send’ and turned to
face him. “We’re actually doing this! Last night was so fucking
exciting that I can’t wait for the real thing. Oh, I hope he’s able
to meet with us soon. I want to go to the club with him, so we can
do this.” My eyes were wide staring into his.

“Whoa. Slow down Janice. I’m sure we’ll meet
soon—if not this week, then the next. He wants to meet US, as
well.” His hand stroked the back of my head and he pulled me
closer. “Look at us. I tell you about my fantasy and just a few
days later, you’re making it happen. I love you so much.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned
in to kiss him. “I feel closer to you than I’ve ever felt--that you
share everything with me—especially this fantasy. After the playing
the last couple of nights, it’s hot for me as well. But the best of
it is you, how turned on you’ll be.”

He picked the laptop up from my knees and set
it on the table next to him. “Since we’re awake this early and have
some time…” His arms went around me, pulling me closer as we slid
down the bed.

The End

Stay tuned for Damian’s fantasy! A sampling
follows….

Prologue

Swinger
Fantasies Episode 2 – Sharing Janice

Sean

I glanced at my watch and resumed
reconnaissance of the entranceway. Yeah, reconnaissance was the
word for it after the stint in Afghanistan. The military has a way
of coloring your thinking and even your actions. I bet I can still
bounce a coin off the cover of my bed and I’m always prompt,
usually early, if the truth be told.

I’d picked a table across from the door,
sitting on the edge of the wooden chair. Okay soldier, at ease. I
took a deep breath and slid back into the chair, trying to relax my
jaw muscles as I exhaled. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my
fingers from thrumbing on the table. My God, you’d think I was
waiting to see a dentist or something. That sure wasn’t right.
Dental meant pain, not hot sex with the couple I was about to
meet--Mr. and Mrs. A.