ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (39 page)

              “I guess you'd better than,” Frank said. “I want you to bend over our nice leather couch and take his cock like a slut while I video tape.”

              Amber couldn't help but gasp a little bit. She loved when Frank talked dirty to her.

              “Do you think you'd really like it, Frank?” she asked him. “Do you think you really would? Because if you think so I'll do it for you.”
              “Oh I know you will, baby,” Frank said as he looked her up and down like a piece of meat.

              Amber was hot, and she knew it. Her hourglass figure was accented with double tits, red hair, blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. She was the kind of girl that caused car accidents and drew a lot of attention from construction workers. She wasn't the kind that minded it, though. She liked it when men drank her in and found her to be irresistible, it gave her a feeling of power.

              “Frank, you are far too good looking to have such a base emotion all over your face,” Amber said with a playful wink.

              Frank really was stunningly good looking. He was the kind of guy that graced the pages of sports magazines, that is, if he played sports. He was much more intellectual than that, though. Not that he didn't, from time to time, enjoy things like Golf or watch a football game. It was just that often times, when things were boring or obviously rigged, he'd remind himself that was why he'd lost interest so long ago. Maybe he'd realized, when he'd stopped caring about sports, that there could be more to a sex life than just the two of them having sex.

              “Frank,” she decided to ask. “When was the first time you knew that you wanted to mix things up in our sex life?”

              “You mean when I decided that I kind of wanted to swing, but without the swinging?” Frank said while he made himself a protein shake. For a second Amber had thought he was going to make himself a drink, but then remembered he was on his way to the gym.

              “Well, I guess I thought about how you told me you still thought about sleeping with girls; how you wanted to get your pussy eaten by a woman from time to time. And I thought, why not? You know? I mean, what's so wrong with someone wanting to get their pussy eaten by a girl from time to time, especially if that means I get to play with them as well.”

              “You loved that part,” Amber said with a smirk.

              “So now you want to spice things up with a guy and I think that's great. I mean, I do think it's a little funny that the dude was some kind of dancer for Vanilla Ice, but you've got to pay the bills somehow. I just hope the guy is all right with what we want to do.”
              Amber nodded. She listened to Frank leave, the garage door rumbling as it raised up and locked into place briefly before descending again after he pulled out. The gym he liked to go to wasn't far away at all, but wasn't very big. It was one of those twenty-four hour places that claimed never to close, although Frank reported that there were times it wasn't opened. Frank was an odd duck, sometimes, though, and would drop by late at night on the way home from the bar to see if he could sit in the sauna and sweat a little it of it out before going to bed. He claimed it made him less hungover. And maybe that was right. Frank seemed to have a lot of weird tendencies, like wanting to see his wife get fucked by another man. But she didn't think it was weird at all, especially after watching Frank with a woman and feeling how much it had turned her on. It was one of those things that was hard to explain to people because it was so primal, one of those things that people keep to themselves because they don't want to come off weird or overly aggressive to other people. But Amber knew that deep down that was how she felt—she loved watching Frank fuck some dumb bitch with big tits that they'd met at the bar. It was one of those things that made her smile as she watched his giant cock move in and out of the girls pussy. It was almost as good as feeling Frank's big cock in her own pussy.

              But what was she going to do about Damion? It was obvious that Frank was excited about the whole thing and down for it to happen. She was glad for that. It was always a let down, she'd found in past relationships, when she wanted to do something but her partner didn't. So with the go ahead from Frank there wasn't anything to feel badly about, so she went ahead and texted Damion. It started off like a normal text message, but then she got lost in thought for a second while she was writing.

             
Hey Damion, this is Amber. I'm the woman that you met tonight at the mall. I really enjoyed your performance! I was wondering if maybe we could meet up and talk sometime. I know that might sound weird since we can just text and stuff, but I feel like talking face to face is way better, especially with how pretty yours is! Anyway, before I embarrass myself even more, I'll just let you get back to me.

              Amber sat her phone down and shook her head. Could she sound any less smooth? It wasn't like she was just going to have coffee, she was going to spring a pretty loaded question on this guy without having ever even remotely had a relationship before where she could gauge what his reaction would be. So she wanted to meet him somewhere public so that if he freaked out it couldn't be that bad and she'd be able to slip away after telling him not to follow; or he could just storm out and never speak with her again.

             
Coffee sounds great! Maybe we could get it sooner than later, like today even!

              Amber couldn't believe it was actually going to happen, she was actually going to get to meet up with someone she really wanted to fuck with her husband to size them up and see if they would be a good match. It was pretty much the best scenario she could think of without the actual act just happening on its own organically. But how could she organically bring the two men together to have sex with her and each other? There probably wasn't a way. There was just too many things that could go really wrong, very quickly. Like what if she brought Damion home and while they were fucking Frank tried to slip his big cock into Damion's ass and Damion freaked out? Amber was sure that Frank would be able to handle things, her husband was, after all, a wall of muscle. But she didn't want the experience to go wrong, so the best thing she could think of to do was just bring it up to the person they wanted to have the experience with and get the all clear. How else could they be sure they just weren't wasting time and maybe even setting themselves up for some pretty explosive failure.

              Amber decided to meet Damion at the Green Bean, not far from where she'd seen him at the mall. Since he was so willing to meet in the area she figured that he probably lived somewhere close by, and that's probably how he'd landed the gig. She made a mental note to ask about that, it would be easy small talk. She wondered how far they would get with regular conversation before things got to the subject that would soon be at hand. Before she could talk herself out of it she pulled her car into the coffee shop, walked in, got something to drink, and had a seat. There wasn't anything that could really go wrong but she needed to reminded herself of that. She was a strong woman and could take care of herself. There was next to no reason for her to be worried at all. She was going to have a blast, she told herself, and probably get laid by two hot guys out of the whole deal.

              While she psyched herself up Damion walked in. Amber was so deep in thought she didn't even notice him. He paid and sat down across from her. Amber started in her chair when she became aware of his presence, almost spilling her cup of coffee.

              “Oh my God,” she said. “You scared the shit out of me.”

              “I know, and I'm sorry,” Damion said. “I guess it is a little creepy to sneak up on people, but you weren't shy at all today so I figured you could handle it.”

              Amber smiled.

              “You looked so good today taking your clothes off right after the performance,” she said completely unabashed. “Why were you in such a hurry to take off the outfit?”
              “Did you see it?” Damion asked. “Holy shit was that the ugliest thing ever or what? I tried talking to Vanilla Ice, or whatever his real name is, to get him to change the outfit but he wouldn't hear it even a little bit. I guess the guy can be kind of an asshole to work with. Go figure considering that he might have stolen that base line for
Ice, Ice, Baby
from David Bowe.”

              Amber couldn't help a little bit. That wasn't common knowledge, not really, many people knew about it. Vanilla Ice had denied that he'd ever ripped off the base line, and cited that there was an extra beat of time at the end of the notes—although to everyone that listened they sounded nearly exactly the same. She and Damion talked about the performance, and about the dismal turn out. The conversation kept gravitating back to their bodies, with each person complimenting the other person, until the point where Amber figured it would be a good time to let him know what was really goin gon.
              “All right, listen,” Amber said. “I know this might sound weird, but I have a husband and he knows we are talking. In fact, he wants us to talk. We want to bring a third into the bedroom and I want that person to be you. You'd get to fuck me and you'd also get to fuck and or get fucked by my husband.”

              Damion didn't look like he knew what to say at first, so he sat and thought about it for a few seconds. The seconds turned into minutes and finally Damion spoke.

              “You know, as weird as that sounds, I think that I might be down for it,” he said. “I'm not full blown bi or anything, but I'm for sure curious. And I'll get to fuck you too, so that's even better. I hope your husband is good looking, is all.”

              Amber nodded her head that her husband was indeed attractive.

              “He's good looking, I just don't know what kind of guys you are into. Do you even know?”

              Damion shook his head.

              “I don't,” he said. “Not really. I know that sounds maybe a little bit like I'm some repressed weirdo that doesn't know anything at all, much less what he wants or anything about myself, but I guess that's what happens in a society where you can't just be yourself. I have no idea what kind of guy I'm into, or not into. I have no idea what kind of guy on guy stuff I'm even into because I've never really even acted on it besides a few drunken, fumbled gropes back in my fraternity days.”

              “You were in a frat?” Amber asked incredulously.

              “Well doesn't it make sense that I'm curious, though?” Damion said with one of his pretty smiles. “All of those boys, all working out and talking about sex and often times nearly jerking off with their doors open. Then at night they'd have a bunch of sluts over and have sex with them and a lot of people didn't care if I watched. So I guess even though I don't have a whole lot of experience I'm not exactly a prude or anything.”

              Amber couldn't believe what she was hearing. It sounded like Damion would be a great person to have a threesome with. All of her fears of him being some super stiff, awkward guy about sex melted away.

              “Well how about we head back to my place and see what my husband is doing,” she said. “Even if he's busy I'm sure he'd like to meet you. Don't worry, he's not going to be weird about it at all, or anything like that. It's not like I didn't tell him that I wanted this, so he knows what's up.”
              “It's totally cool,” Damion said. “I completely understand. It's awesome that you two are able to do this. For a lot of people it just wouldn't work. Some people are just so jealous that no matter how much you tell them that it's just sex it doesn't really seem to sink in that it's just physical contact and that's it.”

              They stood to leave and Amber told Damion to follow her to her house. As she drove she had to admit to herself that she did have quite a few butterflies in her stomach. Here she was, about to fuck a new guy who'd she'd just met, and not only that but the new guy and her husband were going to fuck her together, and then fool around with each other. Amber wondered if Frank would pitch or catch, and what would happen while the men fucked. She guessed that there might be a way for them all to play at the same time without taking the focus off of the girls.

              When she pulled into the drive she saw that the garage door was just closing from her husband getting home. That was great because it meant he'd be going straight to the shower to clean off. What better way to find out of Frank was indeed Damion's kind of guy than to introduce them to each other in the shower? She wondered if Damion would be down, but at the same time new that if he wasn't he wouldn't be following her to her place right then. There was no way that he didn't understand her meaning of what was going on back at the coffee shop. He'd sounded not only excited but eager as well, so Amber decided that she needed to stop worrying so much about it and just go for it.

              Amber left the garage door open for Damion who was parking on the street and made herself a drink at the island in the kitchen. She went ahead and made Damion one because she knew that he'd need one.

              “So when do I get to meet your husband?” Damion asked after he'd taken a seat at the island on one of the stools. “I think he pulled in just ahead of you.”

              “Well I thought we could go meet him in the shower,” Amber said with a smirk. “I know that's moving pretty fast, but don't we want to get straight to the fun stuff? At least, I think we do? What do you want to do?”