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How does a conservative, professional couple find themselves involved
with wife swapping, and other dark, erotic games? It starts with a
fantasy, which grows into temptation, which becomes... an experiment.
Erin Kingston's parents had planned her life almost before she was born.
She would go to the finest schools, eventually become a top notch
lawyer, and work in her father's - and grandfather's - and great
grandfather's firm before marrying someone with impeccable manners and
social standing and settling down to raise beautiful children.
She was raised from the moment she could understand speech to always
maintain her dignity, to always be aware of her social position, and to
never give in to emotions or weaknesses.
All of this made her a very stiff and very virginal woman right through
college and into law school at Harvard. Unfortunately for her parents,
in her first week in Harvard Erin met Tom Miller, whose father was a
lowly policeman. Shortly afterwards she not only lost some of the
stiffness to her shoulders and personality but her virginity as well.
Her clothes and personality began to change, subtly at first, but with
growing speed, and she decided to specialize in criminal law, which her
wealthy and dignified forebears had never wanted anything to do with.
Too undignified, consorting with common types and such.
Much to her parents displeasure she and Tom were married in her third
year at law school. It was so much to their displeasure, in fact, that
they refused to attend, and disinherited her from the considerable
family fortune.
When she graduated, two years after Tom, she took a job as a junior
prosecutor in New York, and spent the next few years on lowly
assignments, slowly getting the experience and confidence of her
superiors required to take on more important cases.
Meanwhile Tom was working twelve hour days at a law firm doing much the
same. Their time together was far less than either of them would have
liked, and when they were together their lovemaking was fast, furious
and almost frantic.
This was a far cry from their earlier slow, seductive lovemaking in
college, but Erin found she liked the raw, carnal sex even more. And she
found herself almost addicted to it. When a certain number of days had
passed without anything between she and Tom happening she started to
become edgy and short tempered.
That was the mood she was in one lazy Friday night in late July evening
when Tom called her to tell her his oldest and dearest friend had come
to town unexpectedly, that he, Tom, was at his buddy's apartment with
his wife, and that Erin should come over.
At the time Erin was wearing a lacy, see-through black teddy, and
nothing else, prepared to jump the bones of her husband the moment he
entered their apartment. To say she was disappointed would be putting it
mildly. To say she was highly pissed off would be more accurate.
She'd been almost a week without anything but her fingers between her
legs, and had been looking forward to the time the both of them had put
aside for that night. Now she had to go and make pleasant with two
people she didn't even know instead.
She tore off her teddy - literally, after slamming down the phone, and
paced up and down for several minutes, muttering curses, her large, but
firm breasts jiggling slightly as she walked.
Most women with a bust her size, thirty-eight-D had saggy breasts - if
they were real. Erin, however, was both lucky, and had made efforts when
quite young to prevent that. While still in her early teens she had
taken to exercising to build up the muscles of her chest. She had
exercised very carefully in the years since then, and, in fact, even had
a home gym in their apartment.
The result was her breasts were quite round, and surprisingly firm for
their size, with almost no sag. They were her second most prominent
feature, despite being only five feet tall and with a slender build
which served to make them seem even larger than they were.
Her most prominent feature was her face, as it had always been. It was a
narrow, oval shaped face, with high cheekbones, and a firm chin, quite
full, sensuous lips often curved in an impudent grin, a small, upturned
nose, and amazingly green eyes that contained a world of intelligence.
Framing this face was a thick mass of shining, glistening chestnut brown
hair that spilled down over her shoulders like spun silk.
Her looks had opened a number of doors for her, but made others more
difficult. Many men wanted to please her, but often found it difficult
to see her in the roles she saw herself. She looked too feminine, they
thought, for rough and tumble jobs.
She had learned how to teach such people better, but it often took time,
time to show them her intelligence, her cool, even cold blooded decision
making ability, and the ruthless way she acted against opposing
attorneys. Her initial nickname when she started work was the Elf. After
observing her for a few years that had become the Troll, to those who
disliked her, or the Elf Shark to those who admired her.
After pacing for a while she went into her bedroom and examined her
wardrobe. She was tempted to show up at his friend's place in a tight
leather miniskirt and braless tank top, but that would be too obvious a
sign of her displeasure.
Instead she pulled on a long, thin, white, stretch knit dress. It was
tight to the hips, then loosened considerably as it fell to her ankles.
She wore nothing beneath, not even a G-string, and her breasts were
very, very prominent as they stretched the material out from her chest.
She slipped on a pale blue linen blazer, which would cover her lack of
bra to anyone watching, but which she could open to show Tom what he was
missing. If she had the opportunity she would even lift her skirt up and
show him that too.
Pleased with her decision, she took the elevator downstairs to the
garage, got into the car, and drove to the address Tom had given her.
It was not exactly a swanky address, and as she parked the car the
sweltering humid heat assaulted her for the first time that day. She, of
course, worked in air conditioned surroundings, had air conditioning at
home, and in her car, so the heat was neither familiar nor pleasant.
What was worse, when she got up to the apartment Tom had given her and
was let in she discovered, to her shock, that there was no air
conditioning there. The windows had been pushed open but that helped
little. She was already starting to sweat in her blazer and she'd only
been out of the car for three minutes.
She was slightly distracted from the anger this produced when Tom
introduced her to his friend Neil. Tom was a large, well built man, but
Neil was something else again. He had long blonde hair, an almost
beautiful face, and an enormous chest barely contained in a tight
T-shirt. He had narrow hips and long, well muscled legs, and she felt an
instant hum of attraction.
His wife was something else again. Like him, Kelly was blonde, with
short blonde hair, and thick bangs. She was tall, too, at six feet, and
had a cool, intelligent - and gorgeous face, with a narrow, finely
sculpted nose and deep blue eyes. She had a lithe, athletic body, and
like her husband, wore just shorts and a tank top - hers cut off just
below large, firm breasts.
There was certain coolness to her, Erin thought, a kind of faint
contempt for anyone she thought of as inferior - which, Erin guessed,
was almost everyone. She admired that kind of thing, since she affected
it herself, and the two of them exchanged faint smiles.
Kelly turned out to be a police detective while Neil was a fire-fighter.
Erin's annoyance at the lack of air conditioning mounted since between
them they were making decent money, but she didn't mention it. Neither
of them seemed to be especially bothered by the heat so she decided to
try and ignore it herself.
She felt another kind of heat, though, whenever her eyes fell on Neil.
He was just an incredible example of the male body, and she couldn't
help wondering what he'd be like nude, what he'd be like in bed. She
quickly realized he wasn't terribly bright or very educated. He was
nice, though, very sweet, so she supposed that was what Kelly saw in him
- along with his body.
In her present state of mind she paid only passing attention to the
conversation, her mind running through fantasies of what she'd like to
do with Tom, and then, several times, with Neil.
Not only was she getting hot on the inside, though, she was getting
quite hot outside. She was sweating, and her perfect hair was starting
to loose its bounce. Several times she made a move to take off the
jacket, only to remember what she had on beneath.
"You should take that off, honey," Tom said. "You must be hot."
She gave him a sour look.
"Really. We're not very formal here, Erin," Neil said.
"I'm okay," she lied.
That was idiotic, of course, since she kept wiping the sweat off her
forehead. Finally she had to shrug off the jacket, even though the
stretch knit was wrapped around her body, particularly her breasts, like
plastic food wrap. She saw Tom's eyes get wide and Neil do a double take
and blushed.
She thought about explaining, but instead just brazened it out,
pretending nothing was unusual. Nobody else made a comment either,
though the conversation was a bit awkward for a couple of minutes.
The odd thing was that after her initial embarrassment she found herself
feeling kind of turned on by the way Tom and Neil kept sneaking glances
at her chest. It wasn't like she usually liked that kind of thing. In
fact, normally she dressed to minimize notice like that. But just then
she was feeling a kind of liquid heat at pit of her belly as the two men
kept sliding their eyes over her body.
Her nipples began to erect, which certainly didn't help matters. When
aroused they become like two soft, juicy raspberries, and the stretch
knit was moulded to her body, easily showing her nipples even when they
were soft.
"I'll uhm, just go to the powder room," she said, getting up, arm half
covering her chest.
She scurried away from them, realizing as she did that the soft knit was
also now moulded to her bare, perspiring behind.
She groaned when she saw her image in the mirror. The dress was
plastered even tighter to her body than she'd feared, and her nipples
were lewdly obvious as they pushed against the thin fabric.
She bent and turned on the cold water, splashing it against her face,
wondering how she could cool off on both the inside and the outside.
She gasped as another form loomed behind her.
"Oh, Neil," she said with a shaky smile.
"Hi. Feeling okay? Heat getting to you?"
"A little," she admitted.
"It's not bad once you get used to it. But Tom says you're used to air
conditioning. It is kind of sticky tonight, though."
He peeled up the bottom of his tank top and wiped his own face, then
shrugged and pulled the shirt up and over his shoulders. She stared at
his perfect, washboard stomach and powerful pectoral muscles in the
mirror, feeling a purr of delight at the back of her mind.
He bunched up his shirt, rubbing the sweat from his chest.
"How about a nice fruit cocktail? Something with a lot of ice in it?"
"I-I'd like that," she said in a shaky voice.
He squeezed her shoulder and left, calling out to the others in the
living room, asking if they wanted anything.
She stared at herself in the mirror and bent to scoop more cold water
up, telling herself she was acting like a bitch in heat. Tom was a
wonderful husband and she loved him dearly, after all.
Even if Neil, just then, seemed to be just about the most perfect hunk
of male flesh she'd ever seen in her life.
"Get your mind off your pussy, girl," she whispered, brushing her hair
back from her forehead.
She did look good though, she thought proudly. She arched her back
again, gasping a little at how her breasts thrust out, how the thin knit
fabric moulded itself to her body.
She felt Neil's approach and started to shift her position, then
hesitated, instead combing her fingers through her hair.
He came around the corner and looked her image in the mirror up and down
with approval. "Here you are," he said, sliding a thick glass of some
liquid onto the counter.
"Thanks," she sighed, taking her arms down.
"You look hot." His hand slipped onto her shoulder again, squeezing.
"I am," she said, not sure of which kind of hot he meant.
His eyes looked up and down in the mirror and she felt tightness in her
belly, her eyes drawn like magnets to his powerful chest.
"You just have to get used to the heat," he said, moving behind her,
both hands on her shoulders now, massaging them. "Take your mind off it.
Forget about how hot and sticky it is."
She felt him press his loins against her backside and a shock rippled
through her.
"You know, me and Tom have known each other since we were six. There's
nothing we haven't shared. Nothing at all."
She was sure he didn't mean what that sounded like.
"Do you know how attractive my wife is?"
She blinked in surprise, then nodded.
"Tom always had a weakness for blondes."
She frowned in confusion even as he leaned in, his lips brushing the
back of her neck.
He was coming on to her! Tom was just in the next room and...
He slipped an arm around her, his hand on her belly, and she felt her
legs go rubbery.
"You are gorgeous," he whispered, his breath in her ear.
"I-I can't. I mean...Tom..."
"Tom and I have an...understanding," he whispered, his lips sliding
along the nape of her neck.
An understanding? What in God's name could he mean by that?
His hands slid upwards and she stared at the mirror. They stroked slowly
up and down against her ribs, then higher, up under her breasts. She
felt a hot, shimmer of desire as they stroked the underside of her
breasts, then lifted them gently, cupping them, then squeezing them in.
Her nipples ached as his thumbs pressed against them, rolling and
stroking them, and she found she could hardly breathe.
One hand slid down then, easing along her belly, down over her abdomen
and in against her groin.
She stared at the mirror, dazed, watching his big hand as it pressed in
against her.
"N-Neil," she gasped.
The fabric was so thin and stretchable that his fingers easily pushed it
in against her cleft, rubbing up and down against her as he bit lightly
down on her throat. His other hand moved around her then, rising to cup
her breast.
Her nipples were on fire, and her breasts swelled and throbbed.
"Neil we...w-we can't..."
His finger was stroking up and down against her slit, against her
seeping opening. She gasped, spreading her legs, gasped again as his
fingers pushed into her, pushing the elastic material in through her
hot, swollen pubic lips.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she whispered, her hips rolling helplessly, pushing
against his fingers as they forced the material up into her sex. His
thumb searched out her clitoris, stroking lightly against her dress
there, and her legs shook and trembled, her head jerking back as a spasm
hit her.
His fingers walked down her dress, then dug into it, tugging it up. She
felt it sliding along her legs. His fingers pulled slowly but
continuously, and the dress continued to rise, reaching her knees, then
easing up higher, baring her thighs.
She stared, enthralled by the sight, watching as her softly furred
opening was bared, watching as his fingers slipped between her legs.
Then she could watch no more. Her head jerked back, then again, her back
arching, her hips bucking helplessly and violently against his fingers.
She could hardly breathe as her chest locked. She felt her head throb,
then her vision blurring as she grew faint. She was humping against his
fingers like a wanton whore as he squeezed one of her breasts tightly
and sucked on the side of her throat.
"So fuckin' hot," he whispered.
She collapsed against him, groaning, and he kissed her shoulder, then
eased his fingers out of her and pulled the dress higher, baring her
belly, bending her forward.
She spread her legs, wider, wider still, raising her ass, feeling a
burning sensation between her thighs as her breasts were squeezed up
against her arms. She heard Tom's soft voice from the living room, then
stiffened and shook as she felt Neil's cock slide into her dripping pussy.
She felt a sexual haze rolling over her as his hands slid up under her
dress to cup and squeeze her breasts, pushing them up and together. His
lips pushed in against the nape of her neck as he fed her inch after
inch of hot, throbbing male meat. All her concentration focused on the
glorious sensation of his cock shaft as it slid endlessly through the
hot, swollen lips of her sex.
Just as she thought she could surely not take any more his hips pressed
in firmly against her sweating ass. He was fully inside her, and she
felt impaled. His fingers pinched and twisted her hard nipples as he
ground his hips against her, and she felt the soft hair around his cock
rubbing against the underside of her buttocks.
She pushed her ass back helplessly, gasping as he gave a short, sharp
thrust, then another. Her insides were twisting and churning and her
mind was gripped by a wanton lust, an uninhibited need for sex, hot,
hard, raw sex.
He pulled back, then thrust again - sharply. She gasped in reply,
pushing herself back. Again he drew back, then started pumping, his hips
striking her ass repeatedly, his cock slicing back and forth between her
burning pussy lips as he used her.
"H-harder," she gasped.
He increased the speed of his strokes, one hand tugging back on her hair
as he leaned in, growling, chewing and suckling on the side of her
throat. His hands moved roughly over her body, under the dress, riding
up and down, fingers pressing against her ribs, then sinking into the
soft flesh of her breasts.
There was a small mirror sitting on the counter not far from where her
face was nearly pressed against the wall. She looked at her face, the
dazed expression of pleasure, then her eyes slipped past herself and saw
the doorway.
Tom was there, watching, yet not with anger. He smiled, excitement in
his eyes, and next to him, looking over his shoulder, was the blonde,
Neil's wife. She saw her hand inside his pants, moving up and down
against it, and her eyes closed as she shuddered to the power of a
massive orgasm.
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From the ebook: Hot in the City!, by Argus
Argus ebooks have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His e-books can be downloaded at
http://www.ebookblue.com/steam.html