ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (41 page)

              “It's nothing like that at all,” Frank said. “The whole exploring my curiosity is completely me just really wanting to explore my sexuality. You know how I am about things—I don't want to knock anything until I've tried it and I don't feel like I've really given it an honest go until I've done it about a dozen times.”

              They both laughed at this. They were eating some lamb that Frank had prepared. Amber wasn't sure how Frank knew to cook some of the things he cooked, but she knew that she really enjoyed it when it came together. There were times when things didn't go so well and Amber would have to soldier on through a meal because things were so fucked up, but that hadn't happened in awhile.

              “What do you think we should do next?” Frank asked. “I mean, is there a specific agenda, or are we just playing by ear?”

              “Well right now we're just playing by ear,” Amber said. “I don't want it to seem forced at all, or to be something that we both don't enjoy and get a lot out of. I know that there are some things that I want to try, and I know there are somethings you want to try, and some of those things probably involve me just like mine do for yours, so I don't see a game plan really being that advantageous. Do you?”

              Frank took a big bite of lamb and thought for a little while before speaking.
              “You know,” he started. “For some things I think that it would probably be best to have some kind of plan. I'm not trying to come off as some kind of neurotic asshole about it, but if we had some kind of thought process for some of our adventures I just think that they would go a lot better, where as with others I think that trying to figure out what will happen before it happens is a really bad idea. I like the idea of things happening organically, but like today, sometimes that isn't so possible. So we sacrificed a little bit of what our ideal situation would be and we still had a lot of fun. But maybe in the future we'd find that we allowed to much to go unchecked. Or something like that. I don't know. These kind of things are hard to speculate about sometimes.”

              Over the course of the next few years they kept experimenting with their sexuality. It didn't go as they thought. Both of them had envisioned some kind of slow and steady progression, but after a few sexual experiences they both realized that what they were looking for was a kind of intimacy that they figured would be easiest to find with another couple. While they looked for another couple they would have Damion over on occasion to play with, but it was never as fun like it had been the first time. There was just something missing anytime they planned it out. Sure, it was still fun and everyone still got off, but so much of what made it really fun was how it happened out of nowhere and sometimes the people doing it weren't even ready for it.

              But there were other times when planning, as Frank put it, did help out. Like when Amber decided that she wanted to fuck some of her friends. It helped that she talked about it with Frank so they could coordinate their flirting in real life and over social media to get the women they wanted in bed. Really, in all actuality, the sex was the fun part but what really brought them closer together as a couple was sharing fantasies and trying to plan out the spontaneity without losing anything. One day they had Damion over for what they thought would be the last time before they started seriously trying to date another couple.

              “Damion,” Amber begged. “Please fuck my ass. I want you to. I know you want to fuck my pussy but I really want you to fuck my ass. Just hear me out.”

              “If this is the last time then I have to get some of that pussy and we both know that if I fuck your ass first then I'm not going to be getting any of that pussy. Because that's just not how you're supposed to do it. I think everyone has seen the Clerks movie where they talk about it.”

              This comment brought chuckles from everyone.

              “All right, all right, fuck my pussy already,” Amber said trying to sound like she was irritated.

              Damion didn't need to be told twice. Spitting on the head of his throbbing shaft he slowly worked it up and down Amber's pussy lips until he thought he'd turned her on enough where he could ease into her. Sometimes she liked having to work it into her pussy though, and so did Damion. Amber couldn't believe that this might actually be one of the last times that she would be able to enjoy Damion's cock.

              “Oh, Damion,” she said. “You're fucking dick feels so good. God damn it, why can't I just keep fucking you while we date this other couple?! I love how your fucking rock hard Latin cock throbs in my pussy, hitting all the right spots. God, please never stop fucking me. I love how your fucking cock feels in my pussy. You motherfucker. Just keep fucking me you fucking motherfucker.”

              With that Amber came, and she shouted as she climaxed. Sometimes she did that, the whole coming dramatically thing. It wasn't that anyone minded, it was just that other times she did the exact opposite and would come all quiet like, like she wasn't supposed to make a peep as an orgasm rocked her body harder than it had in a long time.

              And that ended up being the last time. Damion didn't come over anymore after that and they didn't go over to his place. The new couple they started seeing ended up being a good fit and everyone not only got along well but fucked well together. So Amber and Frank explored their sexualities every way they could think of in that group setting. It was fun and exciting, but there was always a little part of Amber that wished that she could still fuck Damion. There was something about that rock hard Latin cock that was hard to duplicate. And sometimes, when she really really missed his cock, she'd put
Ice, Ice, Baby
on the stereo and fuck to it while sharing the occasional wink with Frank. All and all it brought them closer together, this much they both agreed on, but they also thought that for some couples swinging like they did, or at lest their limited version of it, would not work for all couples. Too many couples had that one thing, or things, that would set them off and sent them spiraling into some frenzy of emotion that not only didn't look good, but that no one wanted to deal with. It really did test the relationship, saw if there was any jealous contained there in.

                            Then, one day years later, Damion say Amber and Frank eating at a diner by the docks. He joined them for a while, and they chatted about this and that. Finally they went for a walk down by the beach, and eventually they all ended up fucking on the sand while the waves lapped their toes. It was one of those moments that seemed like something out of a dream. After they left and went back home Frank even wondered aloud if maybe it had been a dream. Amber knew it hadn't been, though, no matter how otherworldly good it had been. She knew that somehow, someway, she and Damion shared a connection. Damion was the spice that had ignited Frank and her's life together. It turned out all they had needed was just some spice, just a little spice, to set things off. And now that things were the way they were Frank had proposed and she'd said yes. They'd never been happier. And they owed it all to Vanilla Ice and his concert in the mall. Or at least that's what Frank would tell her whenever she would miss Damion. Years later, when they were both old, she would try to track down Damion just to talk to him only to find that he had disappeared back to his country south of the border. She was never able to locate or speak with him again. Frank and her always thought fondly back on their time with him, and in their old age wished they could call him up for a chat about the good old days when everyone was too horny to control themselves.

THE END

Billionaire Lust

              Sally had been working at the largest insurance broker in town for about three years now. It wasn't as bad as most people told themselves. There was plenty to do, and plenty of people to do it, and since none of it was that hard everyone could rotate jobs so that people didn't feel like they were going to die of tedium. Today had been very different from most days. Today there had been an enormous tidal wave off the coast that had wrecked a bunch of property that was insured through the firm, so everyone was as busy as a worker bee in the last days of summer.

              Sally had been able to stay clear of most of the heavy lifting, though. She hated to think of it that way, but really, if she was making over twenty thousand a year more than her subordinates, who should be doing the tedious work? Besides, Sally was better utilized doing other things, like working the phones trying to figure out what was going on. She was trying to find a freelance photographer on the east coast but it was proving harder than she imagined. She needed to get one on the hook quickly because before long people would try to capitalize on the situation by destroying property themselves and reporting it as wrecked during the natural disaster.

              As Sally sat in her office making call after call she saw her boss leave his office down the hall looking like he had a purpose. This made Sally nervous because her boss, Kieth, although a nice guy, wasn't the kind of man who let a good idea go. He had to know that she was making calls to photographers all day, and maybe he also knew that she wasn't having any luck as everyone dealt with one of the biggest disasters in United States history. As Sally watched Kieth's muscular frame stride down the hall she couldn't notice how handsome he was. Kieth really was a looker, with his chiseled granite chin, dark hair and blue eyes. He looked like the kind of guy that could have played line backer in professional football. What made Sally wish that Kieth wasn't striding down the hall toward her with his jaw set was that he probably was going to grab a few people and head to the east coast to collect information.

              Up to this point Sally had been hopeful that wouldn't be necessary. She'd hope that the tide would recede back into the ocean and she'd finally be able to get a hold of someone that knew how to take some pictures. Flying people out to the east coast would be tricky considering they might not even be able to get a flight to land there, and if they did they might be told by the authorities that they couldn't do anything but proceed to a big arena style shelter where people were being treated for all kinds of injuries. Sally really didn't want to end up getting in the way of first responders, and she also really didn't want to catch some strange disease that would have been completely avoided if they'd just kept level heads and waited until things cleared enough to hire someone.

              “We've got to go now,” Kieth said leaning into the office. “I know what you're about to say: It's too dangerous. Well, I got my pilot on the phone and he says he's willing to fly us out there in my jet if we're ready. He knows of a few private air strips that we can use to touch down, and the people that own the landing strips will help us out with transportation after that. It'll be easy as pie.”

              “Is there anything out there we are going to see, specifically?” I asked as I gathered up a few essentials I would need for the trip.

              “Yes, actually,” Kieth said. “There is a federal building that I want to get pictures of before the smoked clears, so to speak. The feds have been pretty wishy washy about what is really happening out there, and I think it might be because they plan on making a metric shit ton of insurance claims after the smoke clears. If we can get out there in the thick of it and take pictures of the water levels then we can try to talk them down, or maybe just deny the claims.”
                            “But if they have cameras in the building running on battery,” I started to say.

              “Well then we'll ask to see the footage,” Kieth said. “I just feel like if we don't have a little bit of leverage there won't be any footage, but if we do have some leverage then suddenly the footage wasn't ruined and here, look at this, we were off but not by too much.”
                            I nodded. He had a good point. A lot of people in the federal government made a living off of little scams like this. If they could get a good chunk of money back they would be looking to keep part of it, and the easiest way to do that would be to ask for more money than they really needed and keep the part that wasn't used. As simple as scam was it was hard to protect against; the only real way would be to go out there. So it looked like they would go.

              “I'm going to round up some more people,” Kieth said. “Meet on top of the building shortly for the helicopter to take us to the airport!”
                            And with that, he was gone.

              The top of the skyscraper that the firm resided in was windy, but the sun was shining. Sally stood huddled with a group of coworkers led by Kieth, waiting for the chopper they could hear in the distance to touch down. Sally had never really liked heights, or flying, so she was really trying to do her best just to stay calm. Some people weren't able to and one of the younger interns started to cry. At first it was just a whimper but steadily it grew louder and louder, then it started to almost mimic the keening pitch of a dog. Eventually Kieth told her to head back into the building and not worry about it. As the chopper touched down Sally wondered if maybe she shouldn't have been the one to have stayed. She was about to be more scared than she ever had before. Heights were something she was extremely afraid of, and as the helicopter took off she squeezed her eyes shut.