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Dead Swinger Pt 03

Dead Swinger Pt 03

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My slumber concluded, my very erotic dreams still fresh in my mind, it's early enough to seek some morning wood. Grant told me he was turned on by my aggression; so, I roll over to initiate. My one hand on his chest other to caress his penis. His sleepy eyes open slightly, I lean close for an intimate kiss.

"I'm still horny, I can't stop thinking about sex, my ass is still tingling Grant, my libido is craving this." I tug his dick as I kiss him.

"Oh, Tess, I'm still so sleepy; at this rate, you'll wear me out before the weekend."

Disappointed, I roll aside, pouting.

"Ok, I'll go for a cold shower." A little peeved, I really wanted to ride him, start the day off with a 'bang'.

My mind is replaying last night's bum spanking and anal assault as I lather myself.

My fingers automatically start stimulating my nipples, my body responding. I can't help myself, I close my eyes, I'm watching the sexy blonde on the bed, getting flogged while getting fucked from behind, the woman on the carpet morphs into me; I'm taking on three men.

My fingers roll my nipple, and slip along my labia, I lean back against the wall part my legs, the slight sting of the warm water on my breasts.

I squat down, my middle finger finds my g spot, thrusting in my cunt, it's exciting, it's happening I'm climaxing. "Ohh, uhh huhh," I can't believe I cum so quickly; wow, I've never fingered myself to orgasm. I smile proudly at this enjoyable accomplishment.

{Guilt, instant remorse shakes me to rationality, what am I doing?'}

I'm drying myself when the alarm goes off, I snuggle back in beside Grant; trace my fingertips along his abs.

Grant has an athletic body, no extra pounds, he's in great shape, not a body builder, gym type, but physically fit. He's handsome, 6', thick, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. He's so kind, caring, he treats me with tremendous respect, I know how deeply he loves me.

"Grant, I want you to think about a fantasy today," I squeeze his cock, I kiss the tip as I fondle his balls.

"Something new, something you want to try. We'll order take out and role play it tonight."

We make out for several minutes, it got steamy, he's hard, his rigid rod pressing against my pubic mound, heading towards intimate intercourse. I really still want to ride him but, I don't want a quicky, I did that in the shower, and we don't have enough time for a really good fuck session. I think I'll tease him, be naughty, raunchy; I ask in a sexy, sultry whispering voice.

"Are you horny; you wanna fuck me in the ass again?"

"Uh Huh." He replies his hands caressing my boobs, he leans to them and flicks my still erect nipples with his tongue, sensuously circling the hard nubs.

I jump off the bed, I cup my boobs, shake them at him.

"Think all day about fantasy fucking me tonight."

I look over my shoulder, slap my butt, seductively swaying my behind moving to the closet.

"Text me when you decide what you want; we'll both be horny all day." I rub my crotch, to tease him even more; my legs wide I bend over, run my hands down my legs to hold my ankles, I look between my legs to see Grant tugging his morning wood, I swipe my pussy, turn, I suck my fingers.

I stare at my clothes; I feel so much different this morning, promiscuous, sexy, last night my sex became divergent, not just erotic coupling, it was fun, exciting, a wild adventure.

I feel salacious, I dress provocatively; like I was going clubbing, not to work; donning a red lacy bra, and a red thong, under a snug fitting, cotton summer dress, that accents my curvaceous body.

"Wow, you look terrific this morning." Grant states as he makes coffee; I toast a couple bagels; we kiss as we stand by the counter waiting.

"Thanks, I feel sooo sexy, and I'm still very horny." I embrace him, my fingers rub his member, through his jeans, he tucks it down his left thigh.

"Rrrraarrah," I make a feline growling sound, squeezing it firmly.

"Damn it Grant, I want to stay home and fuck; I have to go to work, I really should already be there."

"Damn, that excites me when you behave like that." He firmly squishes both bum cheeks.

I put my coffee in a travel mug and take a bagel.

"Grant, I feel so different this morning, like our life has a bright new chapter, waiting to be explored." I kiss him goodbye. He follows me out, sliding his hand under my dress his thumb presses between my cheeks, his forefinger grazes my labia as we exit.

Grant hugs and kisses me intimately as we separate in the parking lot.

"Ok, I'll text you later, when I decide what I want to do; have a great day my love."

Grant drives a red Chevelle convertible he restored with his father while in high school, as he's lowering the top, I climb into my black Jeep and blow him a kiss.

Monday a.m. in the detective's area, there are 4 desks, Cap is 52, served 27 years, 8 as captain. He's a gentle spoken, yet demanding boss. His 2 girls are married he has 3 grandkids. Been talking retirement a lot this last year. He and I are discussing the case, he's referring the file folder, he has open cradled in his hands; I'm laying out the photos on my desk.

"I'm thinking it's likely a drug O.D, a heart attack's doubtful at such a young age. She looks very fit, and Marg met her at a yoga session, months ago."

Captain replies; looking down at the report. He sets the file down picks up a couple photos. "She was so young and so pretty. They're doing extra blood tests checking for toxins and drugs."

I add. "I'll contact her fiancΓ© Brian to see if she had any drug problems or health conditions; then I'll get the Doc's story who initiated the bondage."

"I'll have the last 2 men who were with her come in for statements." Cap looks up. "Jones,"

(Cap was the only person who used my last name)

"You get statements from that young fellow and the black couple. We'll pursue this as a homicide, until proven otherwise." He sets down the pictures. "McNabb is really swamped with the Simpson case." He turns to leave, then adds; "there's a new gal coming in, she just past her detective exam I'll assign her to help you."

I contact Doug, the student, on his cell, he is working parttime as a florist deliveryman; we arrange to meet near the flower shop at 10, for coffee.

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I next arrange to meet at Deshawn and Simone Ambila's, the Black couple, shortly after lunch.

I spend the next hour reviewing the crime scene photos, reading Al's written report, my erotism is refueled, a vivid image of the B&D is reconstructed. I become quite aroused, unknowingly my leg's part, my fingers lingering on my crotch when I get a text from Grant: Can you meet me for lunch?

I Reply: Yup, where?

Grant: 748 Main, text me when you're on route.

Reply: Ok, I'll be there by 12. Love ya lots. MMMhuaah!

I waited only a few minutes in the coffee shop when Doug arrived, jeans and casual shirt. He looks like a kid with a sexy, athletic man's body, scraggly, reddish-brown hair, looking like it's never combed, let alone seen a quality barber shop; he maybe used a hunting knife to cut it. He reminds me of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. He has visible freckles that add to his youthful appearance. I have an immediate visualization of him spanking Marg and doing her doggy style.

{Mmmm, I then visualize him doing me.'}

I squirm in my seat.

"Hello, I wasn't expecting a sexy woman, I'm pleasantly surprised." He offered his hand to greet me. "Is it true, Jocelyn died?"

I shook his extended hand.

"Thank-you for the compliment, Doug, yes, I'm investigated Jocelyn's death. Grab a coffee, and we'll get to it."

"I don't drink coffee, but I certainly like the idea of us getting to it. I would really like to do it to you, you're very sexy." He chuckles and adds. "I don't do quickies, so we'll have to arrange another time and place."

I know I'm blushing as he sits across from me.

"Ok, well, that's not why I'm here, let's focus on Saturday's party, we don't yet know the cause of Jocelyn's death, we're doing an autopsy; meanwhile we're treating it as a homicide, tell me about your involvement, you were one of the last to see Jocelyn alive. Walk me through your actions that night."

I start the recorder already on the table.

"Ok, uh, Marg contacted me prior to posting the party, requesting I partner up to restrain and discipline her. Jocelyn had requested Doc; he's a bit rougher; we've done a few B&D sessions in the past, I guess I did something right, she wanted more, I enjoy sex like that, so I agreed. After a sexy strip by Jocelyn, they departed for the bedroom, we followed. I was more focused on watching Doc, as I have, er, uh, I had a crush on Jocelyn.

I made Marg feel cared for, before I bound her; I wasn't as fierce or harsh as Doc."

Doug shifted in is seat and went on.

"When he was done flogging and paddling her, and began ramming Jocelyn from behind, I went to him and motioned to switch. I didn't want sloppy seconds with his sperm in her, as I said I really liked her. I originally intended to give her warm cunt a good workout, but Jocelyn's ass was elevated, and Doc had properly prepped her asshole, she was gaping open, generously lubed, her sphincter muscle was convulsing. It was alluring, intoxicatingly erotic; I was drawn to do her back door.

There was no resistance entering her, although she was gaping, it was still a tight orifice for my fat cock." He tipped his head to the side, made eye contact. "Fat and a full 8 inches," He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I impaled her hot channel, holding her waist, slow, long strokes, her spasmic muscles milked me, sucking my dick. I didn't fight it; I came quickly relinquishing my sperm between her sweet cheeks."

I was squirming in my chair, recalling Doug's sperm filling my bum last night; his story was equally rousing as Marg's. I knew I was wet, I crossed my legs, fighting to focus on his story.

"Deshawn and Joe entered the room, I moved off the bed, and Deshawn took my place, he tried entering her butt, but he is way too big. He even needed lube and still struggled to get his huge black cock into her cunt. I watched his glistening enormous black shaft plunge in and out of her for a few moments, glad I had her first, that cock is like a fist and arm; Jocelyn was continuously climaxing, her butt twerked, she was muffled but moaning loudly.

He went to Marg as Joe took his place. I left, passed Clayton as I exited the room."

Doug forced a big smile, shrugged his shoulders.

"That's all I can tell you about the bedroom antics. Upon entering the living room, I was beckoned to join Simone and Janet who were in a 69 on the sofa; Simone oozes sexuality and is a very talented, horny, seductress; her mouth had me hard again in no time." He again cocked his head, wiggled his eyebrows and bragged.

"I am blessed with strong stamina and was ready to go again. Deshawn arrived and went behind Simone; I was fucking Janet, Simone had her on the verge and she instantly shook through her orgasm. Deshawn did a doggy style performance with his wife. The moment Janet announced her orgasm, Simone requested me to DP her with Deshawn; I came a second time in her ass and left the party. I always need a couple hours after my second coming."

I could feel my oozing twat twitch as I envisioned the sexual exploits he described, I struggled to keep my fingers above the table.

"So, you were one of the first to leave, what time would that have been?" I asked.

"It was around 10, I got to my favorite bar, Howie's on main at 10:15; I met up with some friends, we drank until 1, I went home alone."

"All right Doug, anything else you can think of that might help me in our investigation?"

"No, our group is friendly, like a family, everyone is respectful and willing to help. I doubt anyone of them had anything to do with this." He leans forward, gazing into my eyes, in a whispering sexy voice. "I'd enjoy helping you explore your fantasies. Maybe you'll join our club." He winks. "You're stunningly attractive, however I get the sense you're sexually timid, rather shy aren't you; are you in a boring marriage?"

"I'm happily married." I nod, not wanting to divulge any intimacy to a stranger. I fidget at the thought of joining the club.

He grasps the table edge with both hands, leans forward. "Well, do consider acting on your fantasies, regrets, are destructive; you know how to contact me, or our club if you need more than hubby has to offer." He stood to leave. "Sex is for fun, husbands are for intimate encounters, they're totally different; don't miss out, life's too short."

"Ok, take care Doug, thanks for your time." I was oozing, and concerned my dress might be wet. My thong definitely was. Doug aroused me and I couldn't wait to see Grant.

I sat in my Jeep; Doug's parting words prompted some pondering.

{'Sex is for fun, husbands are for intimate encounters, they're totally different.'}

Hmmm, very profound for a young fellow; and Jocelyn death proves life is short.

6

I text Grant: On my way, see you soon.

Reply: Are you horny?

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My text: EXTREMELY!!!.

Reply: Good, remove your thong and bra before you get here.

My text: Mmmm, ok sweety, see you soon.

My jeep currently has the top and doors off, so I drive to an alley to covertly remove my undergarments, put them in my glovebox and drive to meet Grant. I'm enjoying the wind in my face and widen my knees to get the breeze to fan my wetness, cool my loins, it's both refreshing and stimulating. I catch myself absent mindedly touching myself several times on the drive across town.

I pull into the parking lot; Grant is standing beside his car, leaning against the trunk. He walks to me and immediately checks to see if my cunny is bare; his fingers delicately roam up my thigh and forefinger slides easily into me, I moan, undo my seatbelt, lean back, parting my legs, I'm about to go off. His thumb presses my clitoris, and his middle digit joins his forefinger; I thrust toward his hand.

"Oh, fuck Grant, that's nice, I'm so happy to see you, I'm so horny. I just left the fellow who spanked Marg, his story was equally arousing."

Grant withdraws his fingers and presents them to my mouth. I lick them before sucking them; I gaze into grant's eyes; he's got a very mischievous look. Grant squeezes my tit as his tongue replaces his fingers in my mouth and we French kiss feverishly.

My head is spinning, I'm on the cusp of an orgasm.

"My fantasy is this;" he lightly twists my nipple. "Remain horny all day, do not masturbate. Do not even touch yourself; I want you this horny tonight, I've got a plan to take care of you at home."

He takes my hand helps me from the jeep and leads me into the store. It's an adult sex shop.

"Choose a sexy lingerie outfit, one to excite me; I don't want to see it until you're wearing it tonight. I'm going to pick out a couple other items, here's my card to pay for your outfit. I'll use cash, meet me back at your Jeep."

I find the perfect sexy sheer lingerie outfit; and Grant is waiting by my Jeep.

"Get in" he helps me, he's standing beside the Jeep.

"Spread your legs, scootch ahead, put your bum on the edge of the seat." He was direct, his voice authoritative, a demanding tone, it wasn't a request. I submitted and spread wide, anticipating his touch, ready to climax.

"Open your eyes, lift up and watch me." I raise my bottom, Grant pushes a chrome tapered plug into my pussy, rotates it, then quickly tugs it out and jams it into my butt hole.

"Keep it in, do not remove it unless you need to poop, then do so, but replace it right away." He squeezes my hard erect nipples, seductively kisses me; his fingertips teasing, tickling the edges my sopping wet pussy lips.

"Have a wonderful, horny afternoon." He turns and walks to his car.

I am sooo horrrnneeee. The quick action didn't finish me, but the sensation of the plug in my ass is thrilling. I had to sit a bit to regain my composure, the plug in my butt wouldn't let me completely refocus.

{Oh, my gawd, how will I survive the afternoon.'}

I need to cum; I want to masturbate, but Grant told me not too; oh damn, what did I get myself into; I was the instigator, this was my idea, I told him to come up with a fantasy, I truly have to comply.

I jolt to reality, concerned with my appointment with the Ambila's, I check my watch, I have 15 minutes to get there.

I struggle to focus as I drive, my body aching for an orgasm. The bumps only make the plug in my arse more arousing.

I park on the street in front of their expensive, rather large home and squirm in my seat, the plug is causing very intense sensations.

I walk up the interlocking brick driveway. Wow, the plug demands my attention, every step is stimulating.

I ring the chime, and it seems a long time before a deep melodical voice calls out. As the door opens, I am stunned, Simone is an extremely gorgeous Black beauty.

I can't be sure, she could be 25 or 40, or anything in between. Tall, 6' maybe 6'1" likely mulatto, a smooth, light chocolate color skin. 38, 24, 34 is my first guess, wearing a grey rock band tour t-shirt. Short hair, the curly afro is somewhat messy, and yet she looks fantastic. Stunning amber colored eyes. Her large firm round breasts with erect nipples poking against the flimsy near see through fabric. Her clean-shaven genitals in full view, moisture glistening on her black edged labia, causing me to stare, long enough I am caught.

She smiles, taking my hand draws me into her home. She has long, muscle toned, dancer legs. Her eroticism, sexy aura is extremely enticing.

I couldn't envision a more splendid specimen of female sexiness.

The air is filled with the aroma of sex, if I hadn't already been so sexually aroused, this greeting certainly would have produced a similar profound effect.

She pulls me in for a hug, her rock-hard nipples poke my unconstrained breasts, she wiggles hers lightly across mine.

"I'm Simone, this is Deshawn." She gestures to a towering 6'2" muscular hunk, definitely a body builder, weightlifter workout body. Again unsure, but I'd guess 30 maybe 35. His white eyeballs seemed hypnotic in contrast to his dark African skin. His white teeth seemed to sparkle as he smiled, his large biceps, defined abs, pecs, and every detailed muscle was noticeable, visible through a black fish net muscle shirt. A semi erect cock, (very large, I must add,) outlined in his sweatpants.

I sigh, it was audible, I know they heard me, again I was caught staring, but I was enthralled by the 2 beguiling black beasts before me, my knees are weak, my mind is racing with lewd, carnal images, now seeing the bodies to match the activities Doug recently divulged.

"Please have a seat?" Simone gestures to the sofa.

I was in fantasy land; it took a second for my mind to compute what she said.

"Oh sure," I stammer, barely able to keep my composure; I covertly tipped my phone and furtively click a couple pics as I sit on the end of the soft sofa.

{'DAYUM, this is going to test my restraint and fidelity to Grant. I'm already fantasizing them raping me.'}

"Maybe you'd prefer to join us in the bedroom." Simone coyly suggests with an alluring smile, her sultry eyes sparkling.

"We were fucking when you arrived." As nonchalant as discussing the weather.

"Gawd, I wish I could." I blurted out, without realizing I even spoke.

{'WOW; I actually said that'}

I quickly contemplate, my body screaming 'YES', I fully entertain accepting the invitation, my conscience emphatically saying 'NO' remembering I just made a promise to Grant, not to come this afternoon.

"Uh, no, I must remain professional, p, p, please, uh, let's just sit." I place my recorder on the coffee table, trying to focus on my job.

"The reason I'm here, is to ask about Saturday's party, Jocelyn died, restrained to the bed.

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