No Morals

No Morals

 

An Erotic Novel of Swinging and Swapping

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

No Morals

 

Copyright © 2023 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher.

 

 

A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

 

Preview

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

“I don’t normally do this sort of thing,” said Gilbert suddenly. His demeanor had suddenly taken a morose aspect.

Rowen and Dylan glanced at each other. This was not a positive sign. They’d encountered this sudden change of heart before. 

“If you don’t want to do this—” Rowen began magnanimously.

“It’s not that I don’t want to do it,” said Gil, cutting her off. “It’s that…”

“Yes?” Dylan prompted him.

They were sitting at a semi-private booth at the bar. No one was listening to them. Rowen and Dylan could see that Gil was nervous. They were more relaxed. They’d done this before. Even so, it was mildly amusing to see Gil glance left and right, tracking every patron in the space. 

“I want to have this opportunity once before I get married.”

“Sure,” Dylan agreed immediately. “Who wouldn’t?”

“It’s a commonly desired fantasy,” Rowen chimed in.

“I’ll be cheating on my fiancée,” he blurted out, giving the true source of his nerves.

There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation. “Maybe this is something you should talk about with her,” Dylan suggested.

Gilbert was tapping his fingers on the table, fiddling with his bottle of beer, unable to meet their gazes.

“Fuck it,” Gilbert said. “If I don’t do this now, I’m never going to do it.”

“You should discuss it with her,” Dylan gently pressed.

Before Gil could reply, Rowen interrupted. “He’s cute,” she told her husband. “He’s young. He’s entitled to some bad decisions in life.” She placed one hand on her husband’s thigh and the other one Gil’s hand tapping the table. “And you promised me.”

Dylan sighed. “Okay.”

They’d done worse things before in their lives.

 

It was always the smart thing to do to have the initial meeting in a public place and the initial play encounter at a hotel. Rowen started to wonder if the front desk staff was starting to recognize her and Dylan. It didn’t bother her. She liked the secret thrill it gave her. Just like she liked the secret thrill of knowing she was a decade and a half older than Gilbert. 

He had said in his profile he liked older, confident women. That described her perfectly. It was almost like he didn’t care about her vibrant red hair, modest though attractive breasts, and an ass that was maybe just a little too big. Gil was almost bland. He claimed he was exactly six feet tall, but she had her doubts that he met that goal, if only slightly. Dark hair, medium complexion, brown eyes, medium build that still had a youthful energy to it. He would have made the perfect spy, being able to slip into any place because he was attractive enough, but not striking or remarkable.

He promised he was well-endowed. Rowen was determined to hold him to that promise.

She led the way, hand in hand, with her husband up to the room they had rented. Her floral dress swirled around her body, just tight enough to hint at what was underneath. She had lost track of how many times she had done this same walk with Dylan, but it wasn’t enough times yet to make her stop.

Dylan gave her his familiar half-smile. The years had faded his once-vibrant blond hair to a dirty blond and crow’s feet were forming at the corners of his eyes, but they were still a shining green. Everything else about him was perfect as well, and yet Rowen couldn’t help but think about comparing his cock to Gil’s. That’s what she really wanted.

Inside the hotel room, Rowen’s barely concealed enthusiasm burst forth the moment the door closed.

“Ready?” she asked Gil and without waiting for an answer she reached behind her back and expertly unzipped the floral dress, quickly allowing it to fall to the floor. 

Gilbert could only stare at her. Rowen happily posed for him, showing off her body. Maybe it wasn’t as perfect as it had once been, but it was still good enough to easily capture Gil’s attention.

“Like what you see?” she asked, teasing, having been through this before with other men.

“Fuck yeah.”

He continued to gaze at her while she fiddled with the strap to her bra. The thin material hid very little, even if it was supposed to be black, it was mostly translucent, except for the bits that had flowers strategically embroidered on. It was an impractical set of lingerie, matching bra and panties, nothing any woman would wear on a daily basis. Its true function was to seduce her lover. 

“Are you ready for me?” she asked, casually kicking off her high heels, losing a couple of inches of height in the process, and walking over to him.

Gil stood stock still, not knowing what to do, and was shocked as she pressed her body to his, put her hands around his shoulders, before kissing him. She could feel his erection through his pants, pushing into her body. Almost as if it were an autonomous reaction, he kissed her back, his hands traveling down her body to her ass.

When Rowen moaned softly in the back of her throat, Gil pulled back, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing.

Instead of addressing Rowen, Gil looked to Dylan. “I’m sorry. Should I be doing this?” he asked nervously, even though that was the entire purpose of them being there. “I mean, is it okay? Should I—?”

“Of course you should be doing that,” Dylan said smoothly. “I want to watch you fuck my wife. I’ll be jerking off while you do.” He walked over to one of the two chairs in the small room that were placed next to a nearly microscopic circular table, wedged in between the bed and the windows. Sitting down, he loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, but paused before pulling out his cock. “Go ahead, just pretend I’m not here.”

Although this was what he had signed up for, Gil couldn’t really believe it. Rowen gently turned his head to look back at her. She gave him a kiss, this time it was quick and not lingering, before she said, “How about a blowjob?”

Gil didn’t react to her reaction. Instead, she just got down on her knees and started to work on his pants. A second later they were crumpled around his ankles. Rowen took a half second to admire the black silk shorts he was wearing before pushing them down and immediately putting his erection in her mouth.

He certainly didn’t need her attention to get ready for sex. He was already hard and ready to go. If anything, he should have been kneeling between her legs, worshiping her pussy. But even that was unnecessary; she could feel how wet her pussy was, like it always was before she took a new lover for the first time. The dampness of her panties was a distraction. She didn’t let it worry her. They would be off in a minute.

For his part, Gil couldn’t believe what was happening, even though he wanted exactly this to happen. Rowen was giving him the absolute best blowjob of his entire life. 

“Oh…fuck you’re so fucking good.”

Rowen took his cock from her mouth, licked up the side of his shaft, and grinned at him. “Are you going to cum?”

“If you keep sucking me like that, hell yes.”

“Want to cum in my mouth?” she eagerly offered.

Gil remembered where he was. He glanced over at Dylan with a look of confusion on his face. The seated man had his cock out and was idly stroking it, not yet at full erection.

“Is it…can I…?”

“Do whatever you want, man,” said Dylan casually, easily. “I’m just here to watch.”

Uneasily, Gil looked back down at Rowen who was continuing to stroke his cock. “I thought I was going to get to fuck her.”

“Yes please!” Rowen said eagerly.

Dylan chuckled. “Please fuck her. It’s her favorite thing.”

Rowen stuck her tongue out at her husband as she bounded to her feet and fell backwards on the bed, her actions that of a much younger woman. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take off your clothes?” she asked Gil.

The younger man did so, unsteadily, unsure of what he was doing. Eventually he was naked and he carefully crawled onto the bed, his erection bobbing with his every movement. When he reached Rowen, she embraced him and circled her legs around him, inviting him into her body.

They kissed but he pulled back quickly. “Are you sure?”

She laughed at him. “Of course I’m sure.” She half sat up and quickly pulled off her bra, showing off her tits. Flopping back again, she caressed his cock with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. “Are you going to fuck me or go down on me?” she asked.

Gil wanted to do both. Even in the heat of the moment he could see the logical progression of what he should do. Brushing aside her hands, he kissed his way down her body, hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties, and slid them down her legs.

Rowen frowned. “I like it when they just pull them to the side,” she said to her husband. 

Gil barely heard her words. He was admiring everything about her. In stripping her he saw that the garment was a G-string, not true panties. Her pussy had a narrow strip of dark red hair extending from her slit upward. Her labia were red and puffy, already swollen in anticipation of what was to come. When he pushed her thighs apart, her lips briefly stuck together, but then opened up, welcoming him. 

 He was enchanted and leaned forward to lick her pussy from the bottom of the slit to the top. She sighed softly. He got her scent in his nose and her flavor on his tongue. He could taste her anticipation and desire. His cock throbbed as his tongue sought out her clit. When he found it she squirmed and giggled at the pleasant assault. Her hands went to his head, tangling her fingers in his curly hair. She didn’t need to guide him; he knew what he was doing.

It wasn’t that Rowen completely lost herself in the moment, even with a new lover. It was that she wanted to be completely lost in the moment. Her desire wasn’t just for novel sex, but sex that would sweep aside everything else in the world.

Gil knew how to eat pussy. He was good at it. She knew she was going to cum, but at the same time she knew it wasn’t going to change her life.

When the orgasm washed over her, Rowen’s back arched and she squeezed her thighs around Gil’s head. He could feel her cumming, her pussy getting hot and her sweet amrita flowing freely from inside.

“Oh fuck yes,” she sighed.

“He make you cum?” asked Dylan.

“Oh yes. He knows how to eat pussy.”

Gil raised his head. “Want me to keep going?”

“Fuck no! I want you to stick your cock in me.”

Once more, looking anxiously at Dylan, Gil sought permission. The other man just nodded and continued slowly pumping his hand up and down on his cock.

Rowen who grabbed Gil’s erection and pulled him forward into her. He took the hint and steadied himself with his own hand, pushing his cock into the fleshy heaven between her legs.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. It was like heaven. Gil was afraid to start thrusting because he knew he would cum immediately.

The moan that Rowen made was almost a purr. He had filled her beautifully. It was impossible for her not to compare his cock to her husband’s—or any of her previous lovers’—but her immediate impulse was to call it the most perfect one yet. 

She knew that would change with the next cock, but this one was perfect at that moment.

Running her hand down his back to cup his muscular buttock enjoying his firmness, she tried to encourage him to start thrusting.

“What’s the matter?” she half-whispered in his ear when he had taken too long to start thrusting. “Fuck me.”

“I’m going to cum too fast,” he gasped.

“Go ahead and cum,” she encouraged him. “We have plenty of time. You can fuck me again tonight, can’t you?”

He nodded and let his body take over. His hips thrusted and he found new perfection with each motion. Gil’s erection was like a steel bar inside her and she loved it. 

As he had promised, he came far too quickly, with a deep groan and shaking limbs that failed to prop him up. She moaned softly, feeling his cum fill her up.

“Good boy,” she half whispered. Gil shuddered several more times before he was done.

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean to cum so fast.”

“It’s fine. I came when you ate me out.”

“But I wanted to make you cum when I was fucking you.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “You can make me cum when we go a second time.”

Gil lifted up his face. “We can have sex again?”

“I sure fucking hope so,” said Dylan. “That wasn’t very much of a show.”

Rowen reached down between their bodies and circled her fingers around Gil’s cock. “How long before you can get it up again? Oh! You’re still a bit hard, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

She ran her fingers over her wetness and his hardness and delighted in their combined emissions. 

“If you can’t get it up again, I brought along a couple of cock rings that can help you out,” Dylan offered.

Confused at the direction of the conversation, Gil levered himself off Rowen. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Go, go,” Rowen encouraged him. “I’ll just lay here and…relax.”

 

Chapter 2

 

When Gil returned from the bathroom, he found the couple sitting together on the bed, talking softly. They stopped when he stepped into the room and even pulled back slightly from each other.

“This is sort of awkward,” Gil said, unsure of how to act or even stand. They were all naked now, but even so, he was uncomfortable. 

Rowen knew just what to do.

“Ready for round two?”

He chuckled. “So soon?”

“You need more time to recover?” Her eyes went to his crotch as Dylan moved off the bed and back to the chair he had been occupying. Gil’s cock wasn’t tiny, but it was soft. One of the reasons they had chosen Gil as their third for the evening was because he was younger and they figured he’d have a shorter refractory period.

Plus Rowen had a thing for younger men.

“Uh…no, not really.” He looked down at his flaccid cock. “I’m going to need a little bit of help though.”

“I know exactly what to do,” she said, scrambling off the bed and getting on her knees before taking him in her mouth. Gil was a little surprised that she didn’t want to use the bathroom, but this older couple was definitely kinky and there was no telling exactly what they would do.

He started to wonder exactly what he had gotten himself into, but those thoughts were brushed aside as his cock started to harden. Maybe it was all the blood rushing away from his brain and to his cock. 

Then Dylan was right next to him, nudging him, offering something. “Better put this on before you get too hard,” the older man advised. “It’ll keep you nice and hard and you’ll be able to go longer.”

The cock ring was hard black rubber. Gil knew what it was but had never used one before. He had never envisioned himself using one. He took it from Dylan but didn’t know what to do with it.

Looking up from her position of power, Rowen broke off from her blowjob and plucked the ring from his hand. 

“Here. Let me. I’ve put them on Dylan before.”

Gil just stood there as she manipulated his cock. Her hands moved with a practiced assurance. The rubber was strong enough that it was somewhat difficult to stretch, but she managed to get it over his cock and balls and he felt the sudden restriction around his manhood. 

He didn’t like the way it sort of pulled and pinched his pubic hair. It only then occurred to him that Dylan had removed most of his hair. 

“How’s that?” asked Rowen right before she licked his shaft.

“It’s tight.”

“It’s supposed to be,” said Dylan. Glancing his way, Gil saw that the man was in the middle of putting a similar ring on himself. 

“Look how hard you’re getting and so quickly,” commented Rowen, sucking on him some more. “I want to do something,” she said.

“Sure,” he said automatically. He looked down at her sucking on his cock. He was surprised at how quickly he had gotten hard after cumming. It was definitely a combination of the cock ring, her blowjob, and the situation. Gil didn’t consider himself a narcissist, but his cock had never looked so big and bold. Maybe it was a bit purple from the restricted blood flow, but that was a reasonable tradeoff. 

“I’m going to suck your cock while my husband fucks me, okay?”

“A spit roast?” he blurted out.

“Oh good. You know the slang for it. Now lay down.”

Gil would have done anything she asked right then. He lay down on the bed and she crawled up on it, ass in the air, taking his cock back into her mouth. Closing his eyes he focused on what her mouth was doing to him. Then her body started shaking slightly.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw that Dylan had joined them on the bed. Rowen’s husband had slipped his cock into her pussy and was holding onto her hips while thrusting. Dylan grinned down at Gil.

“You got her pussy good and wet. She’s still full of your cum.”

“Yeah…” Gil didn’t know what to say, and he was distracted by Rowen’s mouth. But he was suddenly conflicted. He wanted to cum down Rowen’s throat and he wanted to cum in her pussy again. But he also wanted to keep watching Dylan fuck her as well.

They didn’t talk. They just had sex. The silence was only occasionally broken by a moan or the sound of flesh against flesh. 

Abruptly Rowen had to break off the blowjob so that she could let out some stifled cries as she came again. 

“Want him to cum in your mouth, hon?” Dylan asked her as she absently stroked Gil’s cock, letting the orgasm fade.

“Are you going to cum in my pussy?”

“Only if you want to,” he teased.

She locked eyes with Gil. “I want to swallow your load,” she said as she got serious with his cock again. He didn’t have a choice. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”

They continued on for a minute. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he announced.

Rowen vigorously pumped her hand up and down on his purple shaft while she sucked the head as hard as she could. Her eyes were staring up at him. He could only gaze back at her.

When he came, it hurt. Gil could feel his ejaculation struggling to push by the rubber ring. Though it hurt, it was strangely powerful. The intense pleasant sensations didn’t stop there. Rowen kept sucking. Each thick spurt of semen she swallowed, the sensation better than that of cumming in her pussy.

The intensity of his orgasm was unlike any he had ever had before. He was left groaning as Rowen finally released him and smacked her lips.

“Tasty,” she declared. “You a pineapple eater?”

“That’s a myth,” Dylan stated flatly. 

“Why do you think I serve you pineapple all the time for breakfast?” she retorted.

“Holy fuck this was good,” Gil sighed, happy that she had finally released him, but somewhat worried that he wouldn’t be able to get the ring off his cock. There was a faint throbbing pain in his crotch, but he didn’t have enough energy to do anything about it yet. 

“Glad you liked it,” Rowen said and turned to look over her shoulder. “You going to finish up back there?” she asked Dylan.

“I was thinking about dragging this out,” he said and looked at Gil. “Want a bit of a rest and then we’ll go again?” He stopped fucking his wife and pulled his cock out of her, making Rowen moan in annoyance.

“I’m not sure I can go again,” Gil gasped.

“I can,” Rowen said brightly.

“She can go all night,” Dylan confirmed. “One night she fucked ten guys.”

The look Gil gave them was one of pure and utter shock.

“It was at a swingers’ party,” Dylan explained.

“It was Greedy Girls night,” Rowen added.

“Wow.”

“I’ve only cum three times tonight. I want more.”

“Give me a couple of minutes.”

“Better slip off that cock ring before your dick falls off,” she advised.

He managed to get the ring off without too much problem. Dylan got out a flask and some mixers, making drinks for everyone.

After all the sex, they were more relaxed, Gil more so than the other two. The conversation came easily. It was nothing of consequence, but they got to know each other much more than was possible through text messages and a hookup app. 

Eventually the conversation turned to Gil’s fiancée. Rowen was curious as to why he was cheating on her.

“Like I said, I wanted to experience a threesome before I got married.”

“You could do that with her,” Rowen pointed out.

“Our sex lives were boring before we got married,” added Dylan.

“And stayed boring,” giggled Rowen.

“Hey!” Dylan protested.

“Well, stayed boring for a while…”

“And then we decided to be truly honest with each other and get really kinky.”

“Who would have guessed that our relationship and our sex lives would be better when we started having sex with other people?” asked Rowen.

“Well, just about everyone involved in the lifestyle,” answered Dylan.

Gil shook his head. “There’s no way I can do that. I love Vickie, but she’s just so conservative and vanilla when it comes to sex.”

“So why the fuck are you marrying her?” asked Dylan.

“I love her,” he said simply.

Dylan had to stifle his derisive snort. 

“Is the sex that you do have good?” asked Rowen, much more kindly.

“Yeah. It’s good…it’s not great, but it’s good.”

“You’re young. You don’t need to get married yet.” Dylan's advice wasn’t the best and was poorly timed, but at least it was honest.

“Have you asked her to do…whatever it is you want?” asked Rowen. 

“Yeah. What do you want to do with her? We can make a threesome happen for you if that'll help.” Dylan seemed eager to help out. 

“Or even a couple swap,” added Rowen. 

“We can do an MMF,” said Dylan, seemingly a little too obsessed with that particular kink. 

“Or an MFF,” said Rowen. “But a little group grope, all four of us together would be great.” She shot her husband a dirty look. Not a good dirty look. 

Gil almost violently shook his head. “No. There’s no way I could do that. There’s no way I could even ask or suggest to her that we do…that. Any of that.”

“So you’re just going to cheat on her behind her back.” Rowen was skeptical.

“It’s not really possible to cheat on someone not behind their back,” Dylan pointed out.

“Not helping,” said Rowen.

Dylan ignored her. “Have you even asked her if she has any kinks?”

“No.”

“You should.”

“I’m not going to.”

“There’s an easy way to go about this,” said Rowen. “You just need to tell her what your kinks are. Either she won’t mind or she’ll be intrigued or she’ll be disgusted and never want to see you again.”

Gil goggled at her. “How does that help?”

“If she doesn’t mind, then she’ll let you do them with her permission, but she doesn’t have to be there and participate,” Rowen explained.

“If she’s intrigued,” Dylan said, “then it’s an easy path from there to Kinksville.”

“Uh…what if she’s disgusted?” asked Gil.

“Even better,” said Dylan. “She’ll leave you and you can find someone who is into having actual fun sex.”

“That’s not a good outcome!” Gil didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Go fifteen years in a boring marriage and you’ll have a different opinion.”

Gil took in a deep breath. There wasn’t any reason so say anything else. That’s why he said it.

“I’d do an MMF with her, given half a chance.”

Dylan gave Rowen a broad wink. “Looks like you get to sit out my next playdate.”

“Maybe I’ll just watch.”

“It’s not going to happen,” said a morose Gil.

“Why not?” asked Dylan. “We’re experts at this sort of thing.”

Gil winced. “I’m guessing that she doesn’t want to see me sucking a guy’s dick.”

Dylan and Rowen exchanged a look. “Is that what you want to do?” asked Rowen.

Gil let out a long breath. “Yeah. I think I’m bi. Fucking hell.”

“You can suck Dylan’s dick if you want,” Rowen offered. 

“Maybe I don’t want to be pimped out like that,” said Dylan sourly.

“Oh shut up,” she replied. “You love having your dick sucked.” She looked over at Gil. “He doesn’t mind, really. He’s had his cock sucked by a bunch of different men.”

Gil was flatly surprised. “You have?”

“Of course he has,” Rowen went on. “You’d be surprised at how many women like to watch their male partners give blowjobs. Or receive them from other men. It’s the hidden shame of the swinger community.”

She could see that Gil was thinking hard on this issue. Unable to help herself, Rowen made an offer. “If you want, I’ll teach you how to suck cock. I love teaching sex stuff.”

“Again, I’m not a whore to be pimped out,” said Dylan.

“Ignore him,” said Rowen. “He loves it.”

“It’s fine,” said Gil. “I don’t need to do it.”

“But I want you to do it!” said Rowen with too much enthusiasm. “This might be the last time you get to suck a guy’s dick before you get married…and that’s pretty much the end of your sex life.”

“Dylan doesn’t want to,” Gil said.

“Pfft! He’s lying. He loves to have his dick sucked by two people at the same time.” She moved from her position next to her husband and slid down his body, taking hold of his cock that wasn’t completely flaccid but not yet growing. She licked him once and said to Gil, “You can watch or you can participate.”

He watched for a few seconds and then he moved down next to Rowen. 

“Put your hand around the base and put it in your mouth,” she instructed, making room for him.

He had gone this far; he wasn’t going to suddenly chicken out. While it was one thing to fuck another man’s wife, it was another thing entirely to suck that man’s cock. 

Gil did both willingly. He found the act of fellatio to be slightly odd. There was a distinct lack of flavor like there was in eating out a woman. Dylan’ cock tasted mostly of skin though there was the slight taste of Rowen’s pussy and maybe some semen. Even so, Gil decided he liked the taste.

He had seen enough porn and been the recipient of enough blowjobs from women to know sort of what to do, but it was a different thing of knowing what to do and how to do it well.

There was also the factor of Rowen being right there, watching him. Gil wondered if he would have been more relaxed if it had just been him alone in the room with Dylan.

“Oh…you’re a natural,” Rowen complimented him. “You don’t have to get it all the way down your throat. Just enjoy yourself. Make him feel good. Worship the cock. Make it your world.”

Rowen continued to watch him suck Dylan’s cock for another minute. Then she had to lean in and help. With Dylan’ cockhead in Gil’s mouth, Rowen sucked on the balls. She licked the underside of the shaft. She kissed Gil while he worked and then kissed her husband.

“Is he any good?”

“He is,” Dylan said softly.

“As good as me?”

“No one is as good as you.”

“Want to cum in his mouth?” she asked between kisses.

“Definitely.”

“Did you hear that, Gil?” she said. “He’s going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow it. Are you ready?”

Gil just looked up at her, his cheeks slightly hollowed as he sucked, his right hand working Dylan’ shaft, and his left masturbating himself. He managed a slight nod.

This was maybe more than he had bargained for, but Gil wasn’t going to back out now.

Like any man, Dylan enjoyed a good blowjob. Gil wasn’t an expert, but he did have enthusiasm. Dylan had been on the edge ever since watching Gil fuck his wife. He just needed that little extra something to get him over the edge. That was supplied by his wife.

She whispered a secret plan in his ear. That was all he needed.

He exploded in Gil’s mouth.

The other man didn’t handle that aspect of the blowjob with aplomb. The first spurt he caught in his mouth. It surprised him so much he immediately backed away. That stopped him from choking, but that didn’t stop Dylan from continuing to cum. Gil took the next shot to his cheek and then the rest hit him on the shoulder and chest. Not wanting to be rude and not knowing what else to do, Gil just swallowed what had landed in his mouth.

He told himself it wasn’t the worst thing he had ever done. The taste wasn’t bad, just not anything he was used to. He had tasted his own cum before and hadn’t liked it. This was different. Not bad, not good, just different. It was fine.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Rowen with a chuckle. “You made a mess of him.”

She moved away from her husband and found herself kissing Gil, tasting Dylan’s cum. Unable to stop herself, she licked up the other drops of cum that had landed on Gil’s body.

“We have to do this again,” said Rowen.

“Definitely,” Gil immediately agreed.

Dylan just grinned at his wife.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

“There is some matter of questionable morals in what you are proposing,” Dylan said to his wife.

“You’re one to talk,” Rowen replied.

“How so?”

“You’ve fucked plenty of married women.”

“This is hardly the same thing,” he protested. “I fucked them fully knowing that they were married. And most of them had told their husbands beforehand. And you’ve done the same!”

She ignored his last comment. “Most,” she repeated, “but not all.”

“So? Same applies to you. Sexual hijinks can be fun. It’s not illegal.”

“What I’m doing is not illegal,” she said.

“It certainly walks right up to the line, doesn’t it?”

“Is going fifty-five in a fifty-five zone illegal?” she retorted. 

“You’re using company resources for personal reasons.”

“I’m part owner of the company,” she reminded her husband. “Are you telling me not to do it?”

“You’re not going to find anything,” Dylan said dismissively.

“You’re going to eat your words.”

“I’d rather eat your pussy,” he replied.

She turned back to her computer setup and Dylan left her office. Rowen appreciated being able to work at home. It was one of the many perks of being one of the owners of the business. Technically, she worked in group data acquisition and information. The largest chunk of the business was gathering and selling anonymized information about consumers. It was perfectly legal, though most people preferred to believe companies wouldn’t do that to them.

A second, and just as lucrative portion, of RXS Information Services, was gathering and selling public information on people. This was not anonymized or grouped. It wasn’t spying. It was—mostly—publicly available information. RXS straddled the line between private detective agency and internet spyware purveyors. Angry and jealous spouses were a big chunk of their customers, as were corporations looking to hire people to sensitive positions. 

Having a skeleton in a closet wasn’t necessarily a deal breaker for many of them, but the company wanted to know.

And spouses wanted to have dirt on their partners before going to divorce court.

When Rowen and Dylan decided to take a new partner—or partners—to bed they would be a cursory investigation of the prospect. Dylan had a legitimate account with Rowen’s company and they paid for the services. It was Rowen who actually ran the account, but no one cared, not when an owner and vice-president was calling the shots.

The quick background check that they did on Gil came back as unremarkable. Rowen couldn’t help herself. An engagement wasn’t a matter of public record, but there were ways to discover information easily.

People put far too much of themselves on social media. 

In less than a minute she had discovered that Gilbert Weschler had a significant other named Victoria “Vickie” Irvine. They had been together for nearly five years, since college. They were living together. He had bought her a diamond ring of a ridiculous size.

With a name and some background information, Rowen dove into Vickie’s history.

Rowen wasn’t interested in Vickie’s history, and it was a good thing because as far as she could tell the young woman was boring. No arrests. A decent academic history. A job that was best described as a stepping stone to a career. Her social media was unimpressive. She focused a bit too much on fashion blogs and got a little too taken up with whatever the latest celebrity disaster was. 

That information Rowen found in fifteen minutes. It took her an hour to sort through it. 

Then she set into finding what Vickie was hiding from the world. 

“Everyone has three faces,” Rowen muttered to herself as she typed and searched. “The face they show the world. The face they show their closest friends and family. And the face they only show themselves.”

Amazon really needed to step up their security. Or rather, people needed to stop using the same password for absolutely every site on the internet. Rowen browsed Gil’s fiancée’s purchase history. 

The woman bought way too many clothes. She also bought way too many romance novels. It was hard to judge, but it seemed likely that Vickie bought a little too much lingerie. It was pretty and sexy. She bought more lingerie than Rowen and Rowen went to lifestyle meetups all the time in addition to the extra encounters she had with Dylan. 

Gil hadn’t mentioned his fiancée wearing too much in the way of lingerie. He hadn’t complained perhaps because he liked it or maybe he considered it normal. 

It seemed that Gil might have mentioned that his fiancée had purchased five high quality and expensive vibrators in the last year. 

“Very bad girl,” Rowen said to herself. “Plus anal beads? You aren’t nearly as vanilla as Gilbert would have you believe. What else are you hiding?”

In ten more minutes a new wealth of information about Vickie fell into Rowen’s lap. 

“You little slut,” she exclaimed happily. “And that’s coming from an accomplished slut.”

Rowen perused the hookup site that Vickie had been maintaining. It wasn’t an account she had opened on a whim or a dare or because she was horny or curious and then dropped. Rifling through the data available, Rowen quickly determined that Vickie had been logging into the account—presumably in secret—on at least a daily basis for the past year. Longer, but the site tended to delete data after that period.

She had had serious and ongoing text conversations with three men over the past year. They all started with casual hellos and quickly worked up to sexting.

The sexting was a good sign from Rowen’s point of view. Obviously the girl had needs that Gil wasn’t meeting for her. But was it just a bit of harmless fun or was Vickie the sort of trollop that would toss aside her commitment to Gil for a little bit of strange dick?

Reading through all her saved chats on the site, it was impossible to tell if Vickie had actually hooked up with someone else. Two of the conversations seemed to peter out on their own. The chat with the third man, however, clearly indicated that the two were trying to find a time where they could meet in person. It was supposed to be just a casual meet up for coffee. The text exchange just ended with no firm promise of a date or sex.

Exploring a bit more, Rowen went into the pictures on Vickie’s account. The mandatory profile image was of a cute girl with chestnut hair and freckles. She was definitely more cute than sexy.

The second photo was of Vickie in one of her many lingerie purchases. This was definitely more sexy. Not pornographic, but well into R rated territory. This was followed by more and more explicit pictures. Mostly topless, but she showed her ass in plenty of the pictures as well. She hid her pussy away. Rowen guessed it was because she wanted to leave something to the imagination or to give her potential paramours a reason to take her to bed.

The girl had a nice body. Her tits and ass were both smaller than Rowen’s. The older woman told herself that was strictly because of the age difference and she was most definitely not jealous. 

Then Rowen flipped back to Vickie’s profile and her eyes lit up when she read the quick statement of wants under Vickie’s picture.

I’m just looking for an older man who knows how to treat a woman. I don’t mind if he’s married.

“You little home-wrecking whore,” Rowen complimented her. “I think I know the perfect older man for you.”

Rowen didn’t hesitate at all. She already had a joint account with Dylan on this app. They didn’t use it much but it was still active. She spent far too much time crafting the perfect introductory message. 

It was a risk but it was more than worth it.

 

They got to the restaurant well ahead of the appointed time of their date with Vickie. It was an old strategy that had served them well many times before. Generously pre-tipping the waitress kept their server happy and they were assured they wouldn’t have problems.

The woman that arrived looking for them looked far too young and cute to be doing this sort of thing. Dylan gave his wife the side-eye when Vickie was escorted by the hostess to their table.

“She looks like she’s barely out of high school,” he said softly.

“I checked her background. She’s fine. She’s twenty five.”

They both stood and greeted Vickie who looked nervous. Dylan could feel the young woman’s fingers trembling when he took her hand in his. 

“I’m so nervous,” she said when she sat down. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Rowen knew that was a lie, but she let it go. 

Dylan, however, did not. “What? Having an affair with an older man or having an affair with an older man while his wife watches?”

The color drained from Vickie’s face. She froze, unable to move. The waitress brought her a glass of wine she hadn’t ordered. Vickie had enough presence of mind to drink it.

“Wow. You two are bold.”

“We just know what we want,” said Rowen. “But tell us more about you. We’re read and re-read your profile but that only tells us so much. Have you always been into older men?”

Dylan smiled and leaned in, ready to hear her answer.

“Um. Yeah. I guess. I always had crushes on teachers and friends of my parents. I never did anything, of course.” She drank more of her wine. At this rate, Rowen noted, Vickie would be drunk and easily pliable. “I just like the idea of an older, confident man.” She had been staring at her glass and now glanced nervously at Dylan and then Rowen. “I guess I don’t want the opportunity passing me by.”

“That’s an excellent philosophy to live by,” said Dylan.

Vickie laughed nervously.

Rowen pressed her. “You said in your profile that you wanted to have an affair with an older man. Who are you cheating on?”

In a remarkable tell, Vickie tried to hide her left hand. Both Dylan and Rowen had already noted that the ring finger on that hand was bare.

“I’m not cheating on anyone,” she stuttered out. She was a terrible liar, Rowen decided.

“Then why say an affair?”

She shrugged. “I just sort of figured the man would be married.”

“I am,” said Dylan, holding in a chuckle.

“I didn’t expect…this.” If Vickie had been rude and clueless she would have pointed directly at Rowen. “I mean…” She lowered her voice. “Why are you encouraging your husband to have an affair?”

“I enjoy watching,” said Rowen.

“Oh.”

“It’s a simple explanation, but the truth.” It was the truth. Rowen did enjoy watching her husband fuck other women. She also enjoyed a hell of a lot more on top of that.

“So do you have a boyfriend, a friend with benefits, anything right now?” asked Dylan.

Vickie shook her head. This lie was the best of the night. Rowen almost believed her. “No. Not really. I mean, I’m dating but…”

“No one serious?”

“Right.”

“Have you ever fucked an older man?” asked Rowen.

Vickie blushed now and looked embarrassed. “Back in college, I slept with a professor,” she confessed.

“I hoped you got an A,” said Dylan.

“He wasn’t my professor,” she quickly followed up. “I mean, I had a class with him, but I didn’t have sex with him until after that.”

Both Dylan and Rowen had doubts about that, but let it go.

“We’ll need to hear more about that later.”

“It’s sort of embarrassing.”

“I bet it’s hot,” said Dylan.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Vickie said, shaking her head and finishing her wine.

“Why not?”

“Because…it’s crazy. To be contacted by a woman who offers me her husband.” Vickie smiled at Dylan. She was feeling the effects of the wine. “That’s crazy. And I want to…well, I want to.”

“Do it while you’re young,” advised Rowen.

Vickie leaned forward and gazed directly into Dylan’s eyes. “Believe me, I plan on it.”

 

Rowen had been in too many hotel rooms to the point where she couldn’t tell one from the other. She briefly wondered if she had been in this one before. It looked familiar, but all the rooms in every decent chain hotel were specifically designed to look similar if not the same.

She didn’t really care about the decor of the hotel room. She was much more interested in watching the young woman making out with her husband.

It never failed to arouse Rowen seeing Dylan with another woman, whether it was just flirting, kissing, or actual fucking. Hell, she even got off to watching men suck his dick. She especially got off to men wanting to worship at the Holy Cock of Dylan, partly because she liked to perform the exact same ritual.

Dylan deftly lowered the zipper on the back of Vickie’s dress. He had carefully taken stock of her garment before they were even in the hotel room. She dressed almost conservatively. The floral dress would have been appropriate at the office or a family reunion. It did cling to her body—and she had a pretty body—but it wasn’t something a slut would wear. 

It wasn’t something a woman on the prowl for strange dick would wear.

Vickie allowed Dylan to strip her, letting the dress fall to the floor. Rowen followed it with her eyes and noted that even the woman’s shoes were practical. Maybe a little bit sexy with a small heel, but nothing that would stand out. Vickie was in stealth mode.

That is, she had been in stealth mode until the dress was off. She kicked off her shoes, losing a couple of inches of height, and looked up at Dylan.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked almost shyly. 

Rowen knew Vickie was playing a game. It was a game she had seen played before.

“Whatever you want,” said Dylan, running his hands up and down Vickie’s upper arms, drawing her close to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said simply.

Vickie had certainly come prepared. Rowen tried to think if she had seen the lingerie set Vickie was wearing on her Amazon orders. It was dark red, matching the flowers on the dress she had been wearing, but this wasn’t some practical set of underclothes. It was a thong that nicely parted her buttocks and showed off a nearly obscene amount of skin. Rowen recognized the design of the bra, a pushup style to maximize the amount of cleavage, though Vickie had rather small tits and they were currently mashed up against Dylan’s chest. The lace of both pieces was fine and nearly see-through.

The stockings were an interesting choice. They were translucent white, complimenting her dress, but were stay-up thigh-highs. There was no way to tell she was wearing these lace-topped stockings without taking off her dress. The casual observer would have no idea. Rowen gave the young woman credit. 

She wondered what lie, what deception, Vickie had used on Gil to avoid seeing him for the night. They didn’t live together yet, something Rowen found odd considering that they were engaged, but that was a concern for another night.

Breaking their kiss Dylan smiled down at her. “Get down on your knees and suck my cock,” he ordered.

Vickie started to do as he said, but out of the corner of her eye she spied Rowen who was watching from the edge of the bed. They had requested a room with a king-sized bed but only two queens were available. That was fine. Rowen would watch just as easily from the second bed as she could from a chair. “Is this…is this okay?” 

Was Vickie playing coy or was she truly unsettled by this arrangement? Rowen didn’t care. 

“Of course it’s okay,” Rowen said breezily. “I love watching him with other women. Now get down on your knees and blow my husband.”

She wanted to see how hard and how far she could push Vickie. Did the lithe brunette have an easily overcome limit?

Vickie went to her knees and started working Dylan’s belt and pants. He let her struggle for a bit before she finally got them undone. He stepped out of the pants and allowed her to pull down his tight black briefs that clearly showed the outline of his partially erect cock.

She didn’t hesitate at all to reach into his underwear and haul out his cock. 

“Whoa,” she softly exclaimed when she realized how big Dylan was. He didn’t have some ridiculously huge cock, but he was well-endowed. 

Rowen knew that Dylan was bigger than Gil. She smiled at that secret.

“Too much for you?” he asked her.

Vickie confidently wrapped her fingers around his cock and shook her head. “Nope. I’m always up for a challenge.”

She then took his cock into her mouth, sucking greedily.

While Rowen hadn’t expected the girl to be a virgin or even pretend to be a virgin, but the enthusiastic blowjob she bestowed upon Dylan was worthy of the finest royal courtesan. Rowen stifled the moan forming in her throat and leaned back on the pillows piled at the bed’s head. She wiggled her fingers down into her leggings but kept them outside of her panties. Rowen gently rubbed the silky material against her clit. She shivered at the stimulation.

Dylan pulled off his shirt and stood proudly over Vickie, grinning at his wife. 

“She’s a good cocksucker.”

“Uh-huh,” Rowen absently agreed.

“Want me to cum in her mouth?”

“No…I want to see you fuck her.”

Vickie popped his cock out of her mouth. “I like getting fucked.” The blowjob wasn’t necessary. He was already nice and hard and if Rowen didn’t want him popping off in her mouth, there was only one way to proceed.

Dylan pulled the girl up from the floor, kissed her again, and then pushed her back onto the bed. She landed with a happy laugh, spreading her legs to show off her still-hidden pussy.

“Ready to dive in?”

“Let me inspect it first,” said Dylan, joining her on the bed and wrestling the thong off her. She willingly helped him and spread her legs again. Rowen paused in her masturbation to take a look.

Vickie was hairless between her legs. Rowen approved. She often thought it would be nice to have a completely denuded pussy, but Dylan insisted that she keep at least a landing strip. He took a strange pride in having a natural redhead for a wife.

Rowen only got a quick look before her husband leaned in and licked Vickie’s pussy. The younger woman groaned in approval. Rowen increased the pace of her busy fingers but still didn’t dare to go inside her pussy.

Dylan went along Vickie’s slit all the way to the top where he sucked on her clit causing her to gasp audibly.

“She’s wet,” Dylan reported. “Very wet.” He licked her again. “She’s a first-class slut.”

Rowen and Vickie moaned in unison. 

“Can you cum from being eaten out?” Dylan asked her.

“Yeah…”

“Want me to make you cum?”

“Fuck yes…”

“Okay then.”

Dylan got busy. He brought his fingers into play, penetrating her tunnel. He reached up and burrowed under her bra to grab a nipple, rolling it just enough to distract and arouse her. He draped her thighs over his shoulders to open her up to him. Though he was just getting used to his new lover it was easy to read her responses.

She loved everything he did to her.

It seemed like nothing was off limits.

Even so, Dylan didn’t press her. He wasn’t rough. He didn’t slip a finger into her ass. He wanted her to relax and cum first to reassure her she was safe and he was there for as much fun as she was.

Every woman had a certain key or technique they needed or wanted to cum. Vickie’s was easy. She might have been a young woman but she was in tune with her body. Gentle, but firm, sucking on her clit while steadily pumping a pair of fingers into her pussy was enough to push her over the edge.

When she came her thighs clamped around Dylan’s head and she let out a delighted whoop of triumph.

Dylan didn’t stop until her hand was pushing on his forehead, making him back away from her sex. His face was soaked with her amrita. He looked up at her and grinned. 

“Did you cum?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

She breathed heavily a few times. “I came. I came really hard.”

“You don’t have to lie to stroke my ego.”

“I’d rather stroke your cock,” she replied saucily.

“I’d rather put my cock in you.”

Vickie looked nervously at Rowen who was watching them intently, her fingers still circling her clit, her panties soaked through.

“Is that okay?” she asked the other woman.

Rowen addressed her husband. “Fuck her, baby. Fuck her so I can watch.”

That was the only permission that Dylan needed. He didn’t ask Vickie. As he changed his position to penetrate her, she sat up and pulled off her bra. 

Dylan barely glanced at her tits. They were nice, young and firm with succulent nipples. While he appreciated a nice pair of tits, he was more interested in her pussy.

Rowen sat up just enough to see what Dylan was doing. He angled his hips just a little to give her a view. Vickie lay back with her legs spread. Either she didn’t know exactly what was going on, or she didn’t care, or she knew what they were doing and happily went along with the exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Dylan pushed into Vickie. She moaned as he did so and then gasped as he filled her deeper and deeper. Dylan grinned knowing he was stretching her unlike her fiancé ever could.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped.

“Good?” asked Rowen. She had pushed her leggings all the way off now and her fingers were finally inside of her panties. She was alternating between her clit and her pussy. She knew she could make herself cum but she didn’t want to cum, not yet, she wanted to stretch out the exquisite pain of longing for orgasm.

“So big…” Vickie sighed.

“You like big cocks?” he asked her.

She just nodded.

Dylan drew back and got the measure of her. He rocked his hips slightly and then more and more, filling her and then leaving a void where her pussy was.

Vickie fully opened for him, angling her hips and hooking her ankles together behind his back.

The fucking was furious and intense. Vickie’s eyes went wide as he went faster and faster until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She came with her delightful laugh.

Dylan paused, not wanting to cum too soon, wanting the pleasure to last forever. 

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

“Keep going,” Rowen encouraged her husband. 

Dylan kissed Vickie and started thrusting again. This time long, slow strokes designed to make the occasion last as long as possible. 

“So beautiful,” Rowen complimented him. 

He glanced her way. “Are you going to make yourself cum?”

“Maybe…”

“Cum for me, hon. Make yourself cum. I want to taste your fingers.”

Vickie half watched as the couple locked eyes, focusing on each other. She knew she was being used and she didn’t mind at all.

Dylan’s thrusts slowed as he watched his wife. She was almost fully clothed, only having taken off her leggings. Her panties and top were still on. Shutting her eyes, Rowen focused on the delightfully twisted feeling she was having and savored the way the orgasm flashed through her body.

“I came, baby,” Rowen reported. After a moment she moved from her bed and stood next to theirs. She offered her fingers to Dylan who took them in his mouth. He sucked off her amrita. Rowen pushed her fingers as deeply as possible into his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he told her.

She just grinned at him and pulled back her fingers so that she could pull off her black silky, and almost modest, panties. 

Sticking her fingers into herself, she masturbated for a moment while the other two watched her. 

“You going to cum for me again?” asked Dylan.

Rowen shook her head. “Make her cum again.”

“Okay.” But Dylan didn’t start thrusting again. 

Rowen pushed her hand forward again, but this time she didn’t offer her amrita covered hand to her husband.

She put her hand up to Vickie’s face and lightly traced the younger woman’s pink lips.

Rowen was confident Vickie was holding back, hiding something from them, hiding something more than her not-so-secret fiancé. 

Maybe she wanted to. Maybe she was scared not to give in. Maybe she was just curious. Maybe she thought it was expected.

Vickie opened her mouth and sucked the amrita from Rowen’s fingers.

“Fuck her, Dyl. Fuck her and make her cum.”

Dylan could do that. Vickie didn’t know what to think so it was just easier to let her body reach orgasm and not have to think. 

“Want me to cum in her?” Dylan grunted. His cock was throbbing inside Vickie’s tunnel; he wasn’t going to last another minute.

“No. Cum all over her.”

“’Kay,” he said, abruptly pulling out.

Vickie gasped at the sudden emptiness. Dylan only had to pump his cock a couple of times before he ejaculated. The cum landed between Vickie’s breasts, on her stomach, and finally on her pubic mound.

“I love you,” Rowen declared, giving her husband a kiss as Vickie just looked at them, astounded.

Vickie was further surprised when Rowen ducked down and quickly put Dylan’s shrinking cock in her mouth, sucking away his cum and Vickie’s amrita.

When Rowen then started licking up her husband’s cum from Vickie’s skin, the younger woman had no idea what to do or think.

“Sorry,” said Rowen after a moment. “I just love the taste of cum, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” Vickie wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not.

Rowen worked her way down Vickie’s body, lapping up her husband’s liquid present. 

“Move, honey,” she said softly.

Dylan moved aside. Before Vickie could react, Rowen was licking her pussy. She was so worked up and turned on stunned by absolutely everything they had done, she simply allowed Rowen to have her way.

“You taste divine,” said Rowen between licks.

Dylan moved up and over to the side, kissing the confused Vickie.

“Is this okay?” asked the redhead.

“Yeah…”

Rowen sucked Vickie’s clit a moment, causing a lovely spasm to run up Vickie’s spine. 

Glancing upward, Rowen paused. “You’ve never been with a woman before?”

Vickie moved her head slightly back and forth. “You didn’t say you wanted to do this…”

“May I?” asked Rowen and then immediately licked Vickie again.

“Nothing’s hotter than two women having sex,” Dylan whispered in her ear.

Without having any say in the matter, Vickie found herself under the erotic assault of Rowen’s tongue. The older woman knew exactly what she was doing. Vickie allowed herself to be distracted by Dylan’s pleasant kisses while Rowen proved her cunnilingus skills. 

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. Eventually she didn’t have to say anything because she was cumming and that made everything right.

Rowen snuggled up next to her, trapping Vickie between the couple. 

“How was your first time with a woman?” Rowen asked boldly.

Vickie, though she had been fucked by the two of the, suddenly found herself embarrassed. She didn’t know what to think of herself any longer. “It was good,” she said almost robotically. “I’ve never…”

“Never been with a woman?”

“Yeah…”

“I prefer men, but it’s so much fun to just play with women too.”