Sharing Janice, Swinger's Fantasies, Episode 1 (2 page)

He placed his hand on the back of his neck,
rubbing it, still not meeting my gaze. It was mean, but I rose to
my feet and with the grace of a cat, I sauntered to the side table
where a jug of ice water and glasses were laid out. “Would you like
a glass of water?”

“No thanks, I’m good.” His hand was still
massaging his neck and he looked up at me from under dark
eyebrows.

I just bet you are if a strong woman like me
was giving the orders. There’s a problem with my plumbing that I
could tell you how to fix.

That damned Damian! He’d planted this idea in
my brain and now I’m acting like a sex starved, horny teenager and
I’m at WORK! I poured a glass of water for myself and took a sip.
It’d probably do more good to pour it over my head and simmer down,
stop these naughty thoughts.

“I think I have all I need from you, Mr.
Johnson. I’ll draft up the papers and see you next week.” I watched
him rise and tower over the desk. Once more my tiny hand was
enclosed in the massive paw and I treated myself to a last look at
the tight jeans and his taut ass as he walked out of my office.

***

I was already seated in the restaurant when
Aiden appeared and walked to our usual table. The smart ass grin
that I’d thought was a permanent ficture on his lean face was
absent when he sat across from me.

“Hi. What’s up? It isn’t Friday, but I wish
it were.” I smiled and took a sip of water waiting for some clue as
to what he wanted and the serious expression.

“Thanks for meeting me for lunch.” At last
the familiar grin and laugh lines at the corners of his dark eyes.
“I’m thinking of leaving the firm, striking out on my own.” He
cleared his throat and signaled to the waitress for a drink.

“What! You’re not serious! Do you have the
money for that?” My jaw was almost on the table but when I looked
at him, it wasn’t the same guy I had grown to like looking back.
This was a serious, confident man, sitting straight with broad,
squared shoulders, head tilted back, almost arrogant.

“Furthermore, I want you to come with me.
We’d make a dynamite team and a lot more money than we do now.” He
leaned over the table and clasped his hands together on the hard
wooden surface, close to my fingertips. I’d never really noticed
how classically handsome Aiden was until that moment. He’d always
been the guy kidding around with a joke to tell.

The waitress appeared and he turned his head
to face her. A face I’d seen every day for the past five years and
I’d never noticed the square jaw line and prominent nose. A big
nose…hmmm. Currently, he was between girlfriends, the last one had
been an Asian girl who’d had her sights on being his wife. I wonder
what happened, that they split up.

“I don’t know Aiden. I’d have to give this
some serious thought. When are you leaving?” Suddenly my appetite
was gone, stomach filled with a heaviness at the prospect of not
seeing him every day. I’d miss our bitch sessions that were filled
with laughter.

He pulled his chair in closer to the table
and his knees brushed against mine. Instead of immediately moving
my legs and maybe throwing a smart ass comment his way, I sat
still, conscious of the warmth where we touched. Aiden was a
friend, like Kim was a friend and I’d never viewed him through a
sexual lens, until now. Was it the prospect of losing him or the
result of my jacked up hormones?

I knew he worked out three times a week and
it showed from the drape of his expensive suit—broad shoulders,
slim waist and hips. He was only a few inches taller than me and I
normally liked taller men, but he was built like a wrestler. What
would it be like being with him, crazy monkey sex, followed by
laughter?

“I’m leaving next week. I’ve got a new office
lined up that’s actually close to where you live. You could go home
at lunch and have a nooner with Damian. How’s that for an
enticement?” Instead of following up this remark with a laughing
snort, he only smiled, peering into my eyes.

Or a nooner with you…the thought popped into
my head and I could feel my neck heat up, and the spot between my
legs was becoming damper by the minute. “Tempting,” was all I could
mutter.

He proceeded to outline the partnership
details, compensation and benefits that he had planned, while I
listened quietly, seeming to hang on his every word. I only half
listened as I was actually pretty content working for Mr. Grant’s
firm. My focus was on his dark bedroom eyes, the tilt of his
confident jaw and full lips. What could he do to me if those lips
were between my legs? Was he a good lover, taking his time, drawing
out the pleasure?

I couldn’t wait to get home and explore the
swinger sites with Damian!

Chapter 3 – Damian

After
meeting with Doherty and Gains, the engineers of the new shopping
plaza, I had some time to kill. The meeting with the building
inspector wasn’t until two and it was only eleven thirty. An early
lunch at a restaurant near the job site would fill the time nicely.
It was a dark, beery, man-cave where I could get a good hamburger
and privacy to once more visit the swinger site on my iphone.

The waitress was a lusty red-head in a
low-cut, tight sweater who took extra care to bend lower, revealing
lots of cleavage when she placed the beer and burger before me. I
smiled and paid homage to her extra service before thanking and
dismissing her. If she knew what I had at home, a gorgeous, blonde
with a porn star hot body, who I adored, she wouldn’t have
bothered, I’m sure.

Janice would warm up to the idea of being
fucked by another guy. After being married for ten years, I knew my
her better than she knew herself sometimes. She’d been shocked at
first, just like she’d been when I’d suggested going to a couples
club and now she loved it.

I took a large swallow of the icy ale and
pictured the sex we’d had the other night, the first time I’d come
right out and told her about my fantasy—seeing her get fucked by
another guy.

She always liked it when I talked smutty
during sex, but I’d used the dildo on her and pretended it was some
hot stud’s cock. Why the idea of watching this got me so turned on,
was a mystery, but it was hot as hell. Actually, if I wasn’t
careful, I’d be hard as a rock before I knew it and that waitress
would think it was because of her.

I scooped the phone from my shirt pocket and
went to what was becoming my favorite spot—the swinger site. How
many times could I surf the site before they made me join? I was
glad the restaurant wasn’t busy and I wouldn’t have to worry about
people snooping over my shoulder at the screen of my phone. They’d
think I was gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Hell,
my best friend in college had been gay.

I laid the phone on the table when the screen
showed a guy in his late twenties, with dark hair, handsome with a
nice friendly smile, who’d probably appeal to Janice. After a large
bite of the burger, I read his profile. Hmm…likes blondes with a
big rack, loooves cunnilingus and has a nine inch cock. She’d like
that but maybe the cock’s too big; don’t want to spoil her for
mine.

I brushed the screen with the tip of my
finger and a blond, body builder type popped up. This guy would do
both partners in a couple and loves double entry. Well, I wasn’t
sure about that one, never had sex with a man and not about to
start.

Bingo. The next guy who popped up on the
screen was shirtless showing a nice six pack but more importantly
he was smiling, friendly looking. His preference for a couple in
their mid thirties, in good shape with a blonde wife was perfect
for us, and his package wasn’t bigger than mine but…Holy cow, if he
was telling the truth about the thickness, Janice would love it and
I’d get to watch.

***

When Janice opened the door of her office
building and stepped out onto the sidewalk, I was struck once more
by how attractive she lwas—the almost Scandinavian blonde,
flawless, ivory skin with wide blue eyes. How she’d ever been
attracted to me was still a mystery.

“Hi. How was your day, Babe?” I took the
briefcase from her hand and placed my other arm over her shoulder,
drawing her close for a kiss on the cheek.

“Weird, even for a Monday.” She flashed a
bright smile and squeezed my hand, hard.

“Hey! What happened?” I pulled my hand away
and reached forward to open the car door for her.

“Aiden is leaving the firm and I’ve been
having lascivious thoughts about men all day, thanks to you!” She
slid down to the seat, revealing a lithe, strong thigh where her
skirt rode up.

That was bad news about Aiden but I liked
where her thoughts had been focused all day--very promising. I
crossed in front of the car and got in, looking across at her as I
started the engine. “You’ll miss Aiden and your gossip sessions.
But I want to hear more about the thoughts. So you’re considering
it?” I glanced in the rear view mirror before pulling out onto the
street, trying my best to appear nonchalant despite the fact that
my cock was getting firm.

“Yeah, Aiden wants me to leave and work with
him in a partnership. I’m not sure about that. I like working for
Grants.” She slipped the seat belt over her lap and reached forward
to turn the radio on.

My hand flashed to turn it right back off and
I grinned at her. “You are such a tease! You know I’m dying to hear
more and you’re acting like it’s nothing.”

She laughed and turned to face me. “You’re
right, but you deserve it. Do you know how horny I am? First I had
this hot, young client and then lunch with Aiden and I kept
wondering what they’d be like in bed. Not one of my more
professional moments.”

My head swiveled to face her. “Aiden? I guess
he’s attractive but you guys have been friends for years. Sex with
him wouldn’t seem right.’ I jerked away when her hand flew up to
swat my arm.

“Really? I don’t get to pick the guy?” She
was silent for a few seconds. “Actually, you’re right. Not
Aiden.”

“I found one that I think you’d like.” I
glanced at her, half expecting another shot in the arm but instead
her look brightened and she leaned towards me.

“What’s he like? How old? Dark hair,
blond?”

“You’ll just have to wait until we get home,
smarty pants.” Two could play at that game and this time I did get
the playful punch.

***

“I’m going into the bedroom; bring your
tablet.” Janice was already removing the jacket of her suit,
striding purposely in her high heels across the kitchen floor.

I scooped up the tablet from the kitchen
table and hurried after her. My dick had been hard too many times
that day, picturing her getting fucked by the guy I’d found on the
swinger site.

When I arrived in the bedroom, her silky
blouse was off, breasts threatening to spill from the lacy white
bra, as her hands worked the zipper of her skirt. I set the tablet
down and tore at the buttons of my shirt to get it off. We were
like two teenagers in the back seat of a borrowed car, frantic in
our lust.

Janice stood before me in her stay-up
stockings, and panties, about to remove her bra. “No. Leave it on
but take the panties off.” My voice was low as I undid the belt of
my pants watching her.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second
and a small smile appeared on her full lips before she lay on the
bed.

I kicked my pants to the side and reached
into the drawer of the night table beside the bed. My hand was
almost shaking when I pulled the vibrator out and sat beside her.
Next, the tablet to show her the guy I was positive she’d like. She
raised her torso, supporting herself on her elbow to see the
screen.

After a few clicks and the picture appearing,
I angled the screen for her to have a better look, all the while
peering at her features. Did it look like she found him attractive?
Her eyebrows were pulled together as she read his profile.

I slid my hand along the smooth, satiny flesh
of her abdomen, down past her slightly rounded, tummy to her shaven
mons. My finger trailed along her slippery slit, teasing, softly.
“Would you like his hand here? He’s gently parting your thick, wet,
pussy lips to touch your clit.”

Her sharp intake of breath was all I needed
to spur me on. I reached for the vibrator and eased lower on the
bed, spreading her legs wide and moving my head between them. Her
smooth pussy lips were only inches from my mouth, the nub of her
clit aroused and protruding. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it
slowly.

“He wants to lick your cunt and make you
really wet because you’ll need to be wet to take that massive,
thick cock. Do you want him to lick you?” Oh God, my cock was hard
as granite, drizzling pre-cum on my stomach.

“Yes Sean, lick my clit, suck it into your
mouth.” Her voice was almost a moan.

She called me the name of the guy on the
site! Fuck yeah! He was going to suck her and fuck her like she’d
never been fucked before. I leaned forward and sucked one lip into
my mouth, purposely making her wait, despite my raging hard on. And
then the other, while I pressed the vibrator against her opening.
God she was so wet and ready!

The tip of my tongue flicked quickly across
the head of her clit as I pushed the vibrator deep inside her. Her
hips arched for more of the cock and she spread her pussy lips wide
with her fingers. Wow. She was really getting into the fantasy.
She’d never done that before when I ate her out.

“Suck it into your mouth and keep licking it
fast. Fuck me harder.” Her voice was husky as she took control of
the fantasy lover.

My mouth opened and lips closed around her
clit, licking the sensitive underside to the tip as I shoved the
dildo into her faster. She was writhing under my touch, almost
ready to come.

I couldn’t take it anymore and rose up
removing the vibrator and flipping her body over to take her doggy
style. Her round ass cheeks were spread, the dark rosebud hole
peeking up at me before I drove my cock deep into her…but it wasn’t
me. In my mind it was Sean fucking her. I glanced sideways to see
the reflection in the mirror, watched her beautiful, big tits
bounce as he drove into her. Her eyebrows were pulled together,
eyes shut as she bucked back against him.