Swing. Miasha

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СКАЧАТЬ for sure,” Ferrari agreed.

      “Great,” Danielle said, kissing each of them on their lips one last time.

      “Y’all enjoy your trip,” Stewart said as the couple walked out of the locker room.

      “Thanks!” JuJu yelled back. Ferrari waved goodbye.

      Outside, the cold air was a major contrast to the steamy humidity of Puss & Boots. JuJu gave the valet her ticket and he fled to get the couple’s vehicle.

      “Is everything all right?” Ferrari asked his wife while they waited for their car to pull up.

      “Yes, why do you ask?”

      “You told Danielle and Stew we were going to Tahiti tomorrow.”

      “Everything’s fine,” JuJu said with a roll of her eyes.

      “Why did you tell them that?”

      JuJu’s eyes suddenly squinted with fury, her lips tightened. “Because I did. Why are you questioning me?”

      Their car arrived. In a snap JuJu put on a smile and tipped the valet. She hurried into the driver’s seat, while Ferrari reluctantly got in the other side. Their ride home was as silent as their locker room experience before Danielle and Stewart had breathed life into it.

      Ferrari took the opportunity to pretend to fall asleep. His mind, though, was spinning. He couldn’t believe he had finally met his infatuation in person and had the chance to make love to her—something he had dreamed about for almost a year. Ever since he had seen those words on her Facebook page: One is not wealthy until he has things money cannot buy. He had simply written under it, This couldn’t be more true. And that had sparked a cyber affair he never saw coming. Over the ensuing months, he told himself numerous times he would end it, usually after JuJu discovered a message or two and threatened him. But he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the number changes, deleted online accounts, and spying by JuJu, he always managed to find his way back to his computer love. And tonight was his dream manifested.

      The rumbling of the garage door pulled the plug on Ferrari’s thoughts. He hadn’t gotten both eyes open before he noticed JuJu’s arm extended over his left knee. He jumped with fear.

      “What did I do?” He knew what it meant when JuJu went inside the glove compartment after pulling into their garage. Although the sex between he and Tori had been premeditated, JuJu didn’t know this and so she had no right to be angry with him. At least that’s how he saw it.

      JuJu ignored his question. She pulled out a black rectangular device and Ferrari went for the door. It was locked, of course, and in that split second Ferrari felt the shock of JuJu’s taser disrupt his muscle control. She laughed wickedly as she watched his big body contract at her will.

      “You wanna make a bitch tremble?” she asked. “Well, so do I!”

      JuJu sent enough electricity through Ferrari to turn his pretend sleep real. His eyes closed and his head drooped. This was her indication to take her finger off the trigger. She reached over her husband’s jittery leg, put the weapon back in the glove compartment, and retrieved a couple napkins. She pulled down the mirror from above the driver’s seat and stared at her reflection as she patted the beads of sweat that had gathered across her forehead.

      She closed the mirror, balled the napkin, and threw it at her unconscious husband. She then pressed her thumb into the remote that was clipped to the mirror, bringing the garage door back down. She got out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition and the engine running, and headed inside.

      “That’s why I told them we were going to Tahiti,” she mumbled, “if you must know.” She removed her coat. “I’m gonna need a couple uninterrupted days to get you back in line.”

       Lyssa & Jacob

      “Uhnnnn, uhnnnn, szzzz,” I moaned through my clenched teeth.

      I enjoyed all kinds of sexual positions but being scissored was one I’d come to love. And my live-in, Morgan, had it down to a science. She made sure our clitorises were perfectly aligned and then she’d aggressively twirl her hips like she was in a hula-hoop competition. It always made me cum. Tonight was no different.

      “Szzzzz, oh God!” I shrieked.

      Morgan was sure to keep her movement steady until I was completely done. Stopping midway might be cause for a dock in her pay. She had learned that lesson the first week on the job.

      “You done?” Jacob whispered in my ear from his position behind me. His hands were planted on my boobs, fingers paying special attention to my nipples.

      I nodded, accompanying my response was a wet kiss. My husband reciprocated. Morgan watched our tongues dance in each other’s mouths while she gently stroked Jacob’s thigh. It was his turn next.

      I sat up, leaning my back against the headboard, and lit a cigarette. The only time I’d ever smoke was after sex. I didn’t know why. Jacob wanted me to quit. But I would always tell him, you can’t quit a habit you don’t have. Seriously, smoking was never a vice of mine. Other than after orgasms, I never even thought about cigarettes.

      I puffed and dragged while Morgan gave my husband a blowjob. I watched her jaws expand and contract with every motion. Jacob’s hand palmed the crown of her head like it was a basketball. I didn’t know if he was guiding her movement or just following it. His face was scrunched up like he couldn’t stand it, yet I knew he loved every minute. Just like he used to with me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had given my husband head, but I did remember how much he used to enjoy it.

      Since we started hiring live-ins, two years earlier when our youngest went away to college, my wifely duties had been cut down significantly. And where sex used to be a chore for me, live-ins made it pleasurable—as pleasurable as it had always been for my husband. Now we were on a level playing field. Our sex drives were compatible, thus our love life was incredible.

      It was that very change in momentum that had brought the urge to open a swingers club. We wanted other couples to get to that same space of complete sexual fulfillment. And Puss & Boots was just the place that allowed this to happen. The name was our first choice, and although we considered others, we stuck with our gut. We used our retirement money to open it, and it turned out to be one of the best investments we’d ever made. Who knew so many people, from all walks of life, would be into swapping partners?

      Two years and one hundred fifty memberships later, we were able to live good off our club, and when I say good, I mean we could afford extras like a housekeeper, a daily dining-out habit, and of course our live-ins.

      Live-ins got five hundred a week plus they stayed with us rent-free. All their utilities including cable and Internet were taken care of. Meals, cell phone, and car expenses were on us. A live-in paid only for her personal hygiene items and outings or trips she wanted to go on without us. That way, she could save up for a place of her own, for tuition, or for whatever else she wanted to do. In exchange, Jake and I got sex on demand. It was a win-win.

      We usually hired a different live-in every two or three months. That was about how long they generally needed to accumulate enough money for whatever it was they were trying to achieve. For us, it helped in preventing boredom.

      We met our first live-in when we were in New Orleans. We had gone down there one year СКАЧАТЬ