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  Steamy Swingers

  The Box Set

  All Three Episodes!

  By

  Mia Moore

  About This Book

  She became a dirty girl when her husband came clean…

  In her tenth year as a married woman, Anna makes a shocking discovery. Her husband Mason has been cruising websites specializing in the Swinger Lifestyle! What is going on here? Doesn’t he find her attractive anymore? What’s his problem? Is there a problem?

  When confronted, Mason admits everything. He’s honest and truthful, but sometimes the truth’s hard to take. They work on working it out. His raw desire for Anna ignites her own passion; and they end with a night of exquisite pleasure.

  The next morning, Mason turns up the heat with a dare to Anna; one she could barely imagine! He wants her to dress provocatively and meet him at a stripper joint. Whaaat? What’s going on with him? What’s Mason up to now?

  Mason’s up to plenty!

  Just how much of a good thing can she handle?

  A note from the author

  In this book, some of my characters do not practice safe sex and have no consequences. Please understand that this is a novel, and not an endorsement of such behavior. In real life, play often, and always play safe!

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2013, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-927984-43-7

  License Notes

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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  Table of Contents

  About This Book

  EPISODE 1

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 1

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 2

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 3

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 4

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 5

  Steamy Swingers 1 Chapter 6

  EPISODE 2

  Steamy Swingers 2 Chapter 1

  Steamy Swingers 2 Chapter 2

  Steamy Swingers 2 Chapter 3

  Steamy Swingers 2 Chapter 4

  Steamy Swingers 2 Chapter 5

  EPISODE 3

  Steamy Swingers 3 Chapter 1

  Steamy Swingers 3 Chapter 2

  Steamy Swingers 3 Chapter 3

  Steamy Swingers 3 Chapter 4

  Steamy Swingers 3 Chapter 5

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  Episode 1

  Chapter 1

  Damn. It figures. Just when I get settled, all cozy in bed and my laptop is downstairs. I see Mason’s resting open on his night table. What the hell. It’s just a quick look to see if the email about tomorrow’s meeting is there. I reach across the bed, grab it and rest in on my lap, scanning the door to the en suite before turning to the blue glare of the screen. He’s singing the theme song of the movie we watched earlier and bound to be a while longer in the shower.

  My toes wag under the warm cotton sheet as I wait for the laptop to wake up. When it does, Mason’s email page is open. The right column of the screen is filled with photos of nearly naked men and women advertising sinfully, erotic vacations. What the hell does he READ on this thing when I’m asleep? I close the window on the screen, congratulating myself on not being snoopy, and go to my own email account.

  I turn to my inbox and see that the meeting is cancelled. Good. A few more days to get the specs of the project solidified as well as freeing up my morning. I’ll have time for the gym after all.

  As I check and adjust my schedule for tomorrow, my snoop itch tingles and sky-rockets into the red zone.

  Once more my gaze flits to the bathroom door and I click on the history icon to see what he’s been reading. The mystery thriller book ads are there but there’s also a long list of porno sites. I shake my head and blow air through tight stretched nostrils. We haven’t had sex in almost two weeks and he’s jerking off to porn? And from the look of it, it’s not the normal man woman stuff, but threesomes and orgies.

  Uh oh. The shower stops. He’ll be out any second. I click the back button barely breathing as I wait for the computer screen to close.

  The bathroom door opens and he steps into the bedroom, a large white bath towel tucked about his waist. His eyes flash wide when he sees me sitting with his laptop.

  “What’s up?” His chin juts up indicating the laptop, before he turns and slides the drawer of his armoire open.

  I stare at his broad back, the muscles rolling as he scoops pj pants out and whisks the towel away. His waistline is still trim and buttocks almost as tight as when we were in college. For a few moments I watch, seeing him with fresh eyes. He slides long muscular legs into the pants and turns to join me on the bed. A lock of damp dark hair has fallen forward, resting above eyebrows drawn tight in question marks. God, if anything he’s become more handsome with age. What happened to us, that we don’t really see each other anymore?

  “Nothing. I forgot my tablet downstairs. I was just checking email.” My voice is casual as I hand the laptop to him. I take a deep breath knowing he’s bound to see that I’ve spied his browsing history. “You get a lot of ads from porno sites.”

  I look toward him, notice the roll of his eyes and derisive snort as he places the machine on his lap.

  “The internet. Click on one site and they’ve got a person pegged— send all kinds of this crap to me all the time.” He turns to look at the screen, types some keys and his nighttime reading book file appears.

  We both know his words are a lie.

  Normally when he starts reading I turn my bedside lamp off and snuggle deep into the blankets to go to sleep. I toy with the idea. It’s so easy to slip into the familiar, but I remain sitting. “Mason, do you still love me?”

  His sigh is heavy before he turns to face me, dark eyes peering into mine. “Of course.” He places his hand on my knee and gives it a quick squeeze. “Look, it’s late. We both have to work in the morning.”

  “I remember a time when that didn’t matter—when having sex was more important. Is it me? I know I’ve put a few pounds on over the past ten years.” Even though I say this, I know it isn’t the reason. But after seeing the type of women flaunting their sexuality in his porn sites, maybe I need some reassurance. I hate that I’m this needy but I can’t help myself.

  “Christ, Anna. Let’s not go there tonight, okay?” His head thuds against the headboard. “I promise, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. It’s not you. It’s me.”

  “How can it be you? You obviously get turned on looking at porn. Is that what it takes to get you excited, now? Threesomes, even orgies? C’mon Mason, I’
m not that dumb.” I push his hand away and fold my arms over my middle, staring at the doorway.

  “No…I mean…Maybe it DOES turn me on. So what? You’re asleep anyway, so why would you care?”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing and turn to look at him. He’s admitting jerking off watching this stuff when I’m asleep? I don’t know whether to be insulted or…

  Feeling the lightness in my stomach spreading to my arms, I turn back to watching the doorway. Oh my God. Relief? Oh shit, I’m actually relieved that he does this and doesn’t wake me up. How screwed up is that?

  “It’s not right Mason. Especially since it’s been two weeks since we had sex.” My eyes sting and I inhale sharply through my nose, fighting the tears. How much longer can we continue on this path before one of us really gives up, has an affair?

  “So what do you expect? We’ve been together a long time. I think it’s pretty normal…Even Joe and Daphne only have sex once a month or so.”

  “What? You’ve discussed our sex life with Joe?” Now I’m pissed, picturing him talking to Joe. They’ve been our best friends from almost from the day we got married, but still. Not only is this embarrassing but it’s stupid. He should have talked to ME, not Joe.

  “No. He did the talking about him and Daphne. Jeez Anna! You think I’d tell him anything that private? Give me some credit here. And as far as the porn, I’ll stop if that makes you happy. Maybe I should get some Viagra or something.”

  From the corner of my eye I see him watching me. When I turn to him, there’s only concern on his face.

  “Mason, I think we’ve got to work at this. Get away for a vacation, maybe a second honeymoon.” I place my hand on his and this time I let the tears flow.

  He sets the laptop on the night table and folds me in his arms, strokes my hair. “Anna, I can’t get away until the end of the month. But I promise, we’ll go somewhere then, even if it’s just a four day weekend.” He pulls away and holds my chin in his palm, looking into my eyes. “I love you. You’re still as beautiful to me as you were when we met. Better actually.”

  “Oh Mason, I love you too.” I kiss his lips and whisper. “I wish you had given me a shake to wake me when you— ”

  He kisses me and still holding me close, shifts both of our bodies so that we’re laying down, lower on the bed. His hand drifts over my hip to clutch the hem of my night-gown and pull it up to my waist. When he touches between my legs, fingers probing, separating my folds, stroking my clit softly, I cling to him, tongue dancing with his.

  His shaft presses against my thigh and I reach for it, slide my hand inside the elastic waistband of his pajamas and I hold it. His head pulls back and he sighs into my neck sending pleasant shivers down my spine. Oh God, it’s been too long since he’s touched me like this, dipping his fingers inside and then with a touch as soft as a butterfly, stroking, teasing my clit that way. My thighs open wider and my hips rock up and down in tandem with his fingers.

  He’s hard as granite in my hand; the velvet knob oozes slippery warmth and I roll my palm over the tip and head of his cock. Oh Jesus, if he keeps playing with my clit, I’m going to come and I don’t want to…not yet. “Hold on.”

  I sit up and wiggle the night gown up over my body and throw it on the floor.

  His gaze locks on my breasts. “So beautiful…” He murmurs before his hand is there, rolling, squeezing my flesh. He moves closer, takes the nipple in his mouth. The sharp edge of his teeth scrapes over the tip, sending shivers of lust to my clit.

  “Oh Mason…” For a moment, it’s like when we first made love. The frantic passion, his lips and mouth devouring and adoring my breasts while my fingers thread through his hair.

  I want him now, all of him but especially his cock. My hands cup his jaw and I push him back onto the bed, turn to kneel beside him.

  With one hand, I shove the PJ pants down, gratified when it immediately pops free despite the heavy thickness. It feels like too long a time since my eyes have feasted on the smooth, mauve helmet, the curve under it before the pulsing ropes of hard flesh. My hand closes around it and I slowly massage from the bulbous head, down the length to the thick base, nestled in course hair.

  I hear his intake of breath and my lips part, tongue sliding over them to moisten them. He’s turgid, resisting the pull of my hand as I bend and take him into my mouth, taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue, smell the mixture of soap and male musk, ever lowering onto him. My tongue swirls around his shaft, lingers on the sensitive underside.

  “Look into my eyes when you suck it.” His voice is a soft growl.

  This is new--something he saw on the porn site? I turn my head slightly so that I can see his face, his eyes half closed watching, lips lasciviously parted.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” He murmurs and places his hand on the back of my head, pushing me lower still.

  Oh God, his cock glazes the back of my throat, deeper than he’s ever been. I have to raise my head, swallow and breathe deeply. I want to take all of it, be able to lock my lips around the base while the head slinks down my throat.

  “Stick your tongue out and lick it.” He reaches for my hip and gives it a little push. I roll so that now I’m resting on my side. His hand shoves the inside of my knee, splaying me open, pussy exposed to his gaze.

  The tip of my tongue extends and I swirl it over the satin wetness of the fleshy head, to the slit, teasing there for a moment.

  The touch of his finger on my clit interrupts my concentration. “Oh yeah…” It’s a plea for more, rather than a sigh rasping from my throat.

  His gaze flits from my mouth sucking his cock to my pussy and back again. My knee presses outward even farther, my craving for his touch consumes me. I’m rewarded with his finger fluttering my clit quickly…Oh my God, it feels so good…more intense than if we were doing 69. Somehow, knowing he watches his finger play with my clit, sees my wetness, wanton desire for more is deliciously decadent.

  I suck and lick his shaft, frantic in lust, adoring his cock with my mouth.

  “Oh fuck…don’t stop.” His hand shoves my head down farther while his hips thrust up. His breath hisses, cock throbs thick, pulses deep into my throat. I pull my head back tasting the first spurt. He always comes with a small spurt first, followed by larger ones. The second and third fill my mouth and I gulp and swallow the best I can; a small runnel escapes the side of my mouth, trickling to my chin.

  I glance up, see his eyes widen at the sight.

  For a few seconds he’s lost in ecstasy; the vibration of his finger on my clit pauses.

  He tugs at my cheeks, pulls my head up, removing my mouth from his cock while I smile and lick my lips. From the amount of cum he shot into me, it’s been a while since he jerked off.

  He leans onto his side and now both of his hands play with me. I rest my head on his thigh and close my eyes, surrender all to him--my pussy and pleasure. His fingers slip inside my opening while he continues stroking my clit with his other hand. There is only the delicious full sensation deep inside me…quivers of pleasure sparking my clit…waves of glorious lust.

  “Oh Mason…oh yeah.” My hips roll against his hands, muscles tight on fingers inside me, riding the crest of the orgasm. It’s never been this long or so intense.

  I push his hand away and squirm away from his touch deep inside me. It’s too much now.

  He pulls me up and we lay, legs and arms entwined. I love him so much. THIS is what’s important. How could we let this go so long since we connected? I don’t know.

  If I’m a bit sleepy at work tomorrow, so what. It feels like forever since we’ve had this kind of lusty pleasure having sex. Things are going to change, starting now.

  “Mason?”

  “Uh hmmm?” He pulls me closer and strokes my back.

  I lift my head from his chest and look into his eyes. “We don’t need to go away on a vacation. But I think we need to do this more often, connect like this. Tonight was different. You watching while you played wi
th my pussy…fuck, it was erotic. I liked it.”

  “Yeah, me too. You know, we should make a point of changing things up…rekindle the spark. And you’re right. We don’t have to wait until a vacation.”

  Chapter 2

  It’s a half hour earlier than usual when I open my eyes and see him still sleeping. Last night was awesome. I barely breathe as I gaze at him, the hollow under his cheekbone and the shadow of dark beard creeping along a strong jaw line. The line between his eyebrows is soft, and the long lashes of his eyes flicker a little in a dream state—so peaceful and handsome.

  I lift his arm off my stomach and creep out of the bed. Normally, breakfast is coffee and a muffin eaten on the run as we get ready for work. Not today. I’m going to actually make bacon and eggs. Last night was a break-through. We’d both taken the other for granted and now it’s time to step up, let him know how special he is. I throw my housecoat on and leave him, smile at the sound of his soft snories.

  Downstairs, I turn the coffee pot on and grab the bacon and eggs from the fridge. As the bacon cooks I stare into the frying pan, reliving the sex in my mind. The whole looking at him while I gave him head and him watching and masturbating me… A tingle rolls through my stomach to my pussy. The sex had been hot.

  It used to be hot all the time when we were dating and first married. How did something so exciting become boring? No, not boring… routine. That’s it… last night wasn’t routine. We went from almost having a fight to having fantastic sex. It came out of nowhere! No having to put out on ‘date night’—ugh, now that’s routine. No having to put out on Valentine ’s Day or his birthday… It was ‘expected’ on those times. There wasn’t any… any what? Any uncertainty on his part?

  I put the eggs on the counter and stare off. This is important. What the hell DID happen last night? I saw his porn sites and felt neglected. Oh for God’s sake, be honest! I was pissed. He came back at me with desire, and I was ready. Just. Like. That. It was so unexpected, I didn’t even think about it. I was hot under the collar, and he made me hot under my waist. With a kiss. An unexpected, surprising kiss…