Swap Meets (Volume 2): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife Erotica MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets) Read online

  My eyes widened and I quickly looked back down at my drink. I knew my reaction had given me away. Of all the worries I had for tonight, I never dreamed someone would call me out on our deception.

  Julian leaned in close and lowered his deep voice. "Does he like to watch?"

  I felt my face burn. I couldn't move.

  "I'm taking your silence as confirmation." I could smell the warm spiciness of his cologne as he whispered, "If he likes to watch, I'd be happy to give him something to see." The skin on my neck tingled.

  "I've never done this before," I said quietly, still looking down at my drink. As I absorbed the shock, I realized I was actually relieved that Julian knew what was going on and knew I was a married woman.

  He pushed my hair back from the side of my face, his touch bringing my every nerve ending to rapt attention. "So you're on vacation and decided to try a new game?" His mouth was now right next to my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "Can I play too?"

  He leaned in toward the bar and stared up at me, waiting for me to return his gaze. When I looked into his brown eyes, he gave me a sexy grin and I saw his focus wander to my plunging neckline and ascending hemline.

  "Can you dance in that dress?"

  I laughed a little to release tension and said, "Good question."

  "Let's find out."

  Julian pushed a few bills onto the counter, stood and held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his and slid off the stool. As I followed him to the dance floor I noticed he was a little taller than Eric, but with a narrower build. He moved with confidence and his grip on my palm was warm and firm.

  A song was playing that was neither fast nor slow--one of those songs that can make it difficult to choose a dancing style--and as a result the floor was less crowded than it had been earlier. There were still several couples dancing though, and at one side, a small group of women danced together, drinks in hand. As Julian led us to an open area, I spotted Eric seated at a nearby table. He was sitting up very straight and watching us plainly, but I wasn't able to read his expression.

  Does he really want to see this, I wondered, or will he change his mind now that another man is actually touching me?

  Julian pulled me close and put his hands around my waist, indicating that he was going to treat the song as a slow dance. He rested his forearms on my hips, and I could feel the heat of his skin through my thin dress. It felt both wrong and right to have this stranger so close to me. His touch was exciting, but it also felt dangerous, and for a split second I felt like running. Then Julian started speaking to me and almost as a reflex I put my hands loosely on his upper arms and looked up at him as we started to sway together.

  "How are you liking our island?" he asked.

  "It's beautiful. The most beautiful place I've ever been. Are you from here?"

  "No. California. I moved here after college." His tone was friendly and I started to relax as we talked, though we had to lean close together to be heard, and I was distracted by the appealing unfamiliarity of his scent, by the feel of his breath on my skin. "Is this your first time here?"

  I nodded.

  "There's nothing like the first time." He pulled me closer and caressed my lower back, reminding me that he had intentions that went beyond friendly conversation.

  The next song had a faster tempo. Julian kept his hands on my waist but moved a step back to allow room for more energetic dancing. He had great moves. Eric was sometimes awkward on the dance floor and I loved that Julian looked completely comfortable as he kept smoothly in rhythm. As I admired his dancing, I became aware that he was admiring me--specifically his eyes were fixated on my chest. The loose fabric of the halter top, and my lack of a bra, allowed for a lot of movement as I danced. My breasts were bouncing and the stretchy neckline had become even more revealing. Julian took one of my hands and found opportunities to brush his arm against the side of my chest as we moved with the music.

  I heard him say something, but at arm's length I couldn't make out the words. He pulled me close and repeated, "My question is answered. You can definitely dance in that dress." His eyes were hunger-filled and still riveted to my exposed cleavage. "In fact, every woman should dance in a dress just like this."

  I smiled and continued my pace, enjoying his admiration. Caught up in the music, I turned at an angle to Julian and noticed other men looking at me too. Knowing I was being watched was turning me on just like it always had in my mind, when I'd fantasized about scenarios like this. I felt sexy and desired with so many eyes on me. I continued to move with the music, now dancing with my back to Julian and facing the direction of Eric's table. My husband looked full of lust and I didn't detect any jealousy in his expression.

  As the song segued into a definite slow song, Julian put a hand just under my chest, turned me around and pulled me very close. "I want to feel your breasts pressed against me," he breathed in my ear.

  I arched my back and brushed against his chest as we danced, surprised to find myself teasing this man I'd just met. My movements nearly exposed my nipples, which were now hard, tingling peaks, pressing against the thin fabric.

  He looked down and made a throaty, appreciative sound. "I want to taste those very soon," he said.

  Instead he tasted my mouth and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. His lips were soft, but his movements were firm and the kiss quickly became all-consuming. At some point, I realized I was standing still on the dance floor, so caught up in our exchange that I had tuned out the music and all of our surroundings. I'd been aware of Eric's presence all evening, but during this kiss I thought of nothing but the feel of Julian's mouth on mine, his tongue, his taste, his smell, his warmth. This stranger felt so different from my husband -- he moved differently, smelled differently, tasted differently -- and I was magnetically drawn to him in a way I'd have never thought possible. When I was on the verge of losing all control, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from his, and after I calmed myself I made an effort to resume swaying to the music.

  "That's your husband at the table behind you?" Julian said against my ear, before he took my earlobe in his mouth for a brief tug.

  Eric. I felt like I was betraying him with my thoughts and actions, but this was what he wanted. He'd said he'd be enjoying this, that he wanted me to have fun. Fun wasn't the right word for this, but I was definitely feeling pleasure. I looked at Julian and nodded.

  "He's watching us very closely."

  I didn't respond, but instead inhaled deeply as Julian took small nips down the side of my neck. His hands had been firmly encircling my waist, but now he moved them lower and rubbed my bottom through the silky dress, occasionally giving my flesh a small squeeze.

  "You're not wearing panties, are you?"

  "No," I said, reaching up to run my fingers over his stubbly cheek. "I'm not."

  Julian drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes as he pulled me closer and continued to caress my backside. I felt air against my upper thighs and realized he was gradually raising the fabric above the tops of my legs. If this is Eric's fantasy, he must have one hell of a hard-on by now, I thought. I wondered who else was getting a show behind me, and I thrilled to imagine other men's eyes on my bare skin.

  Julian spread the fingers of one of his hands across the center of my ass and pulled my hips firmly to his. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his rigid cock pressing hard against me through our clothing. My heart was beating fast in my chest as I looked into his eyes and summoned a brazenness I'd never known I had. "I want to taste that very soon," I told him.

  * * *

  "Let's go," Julian said.

  He turned me toward Eric's table, took my hand, and steered me off the dance floor. Though he was leading us, he walked slightly behind me, presumably to hide his erection. We passed directly by Eric and I was not surprised to see my husband's mouth hanging open just a bit. Then Julian turned me to the left and toward the open air, and I realized our detour past Eric had been intentional; it was not the direct rout
e to the exit.

  There were more tables outside and a small glowing fire pit to the right. We continued to the left, past the tables and toward darker beach beyond the bar's boundaries. Julian walked beside me now, his hand still massaging my ass and pulling me close to him. I kept an arm around his waist, both to help keep my balance in the sand and because I needed to be touching him. We didn't speak, but our hands communicated an urgency to each other, and several times we slowed to kiss passionately while still moving toward a destination. This wasn't a stroll on the beach; we moved with impatience to find a place to be alone and continue what we'd started. As we got farther away from the club, the music faded until it was entirely replaced by the gentle but persistent sound of the surf. I smelled sweet island flowers on the warm breeze.

  After following the shoreline a short distance, we came to a deserted beachside park, dimly lit by distant streetlights further inland. Julian led us to a picnic table where he removed his shirt and spread it out on one end of the tabletop.

  Though he wasn't as buff as Eric, he had strong, firm chest muscles and tight abs. l reached out my hands to explore his body as he stepped close and crushed his lips against mine, starting a kiss as deep and dizzying as the one we had shared on the dance floor. He pulled me to him, bent slightly, and lifted me easily with his hands under my bottom. He settled me onto the picnic table, all the while urgently exploring my mouth with his.

  When he pulled back, I saw that we'd been followed. I felt both comfort and excitement as I watched a familiar figure stop near a palm tree, close enough to observe us but far enough away to not intrude.

  Julian stood in front of me and began running his fingers through the loose fabric of my dress. His touch set me on fire and soon I was writhing on the table in need. He teased my nipples to attention before pulling the silky material to the sides, fully exposing and framing my breasts. I desperately wanted his mouth on me, but he stopped and stared with wide eyes, surveying me with a look that made me feel like a goddess. "I saw you at the pool today. I saw you sunbathing, and I fantasized about what was under your bikini." He moved back a step, put a hand on the inside of each of my knees, and slowly spread my legs open in front of him. His eyes moved from my chest down to all that the short dress exposed. "You look even better than I'd imagined."

  Julian's words, his admiring gaze, his sexy body, the feel of my most intimate area spread open before him, the thought of Eric watching us, and the thought of what was to come; all of it worked together to make me hotter and wetter than I'd ever been. I wanted to grab him and pull him to me, but I made myself wait, wanting to follow his lead.

  Julian trailed his fingers over my breasts and very softly twirled unbearably slow circles around my nipples until they were puckered in hard peaks, burning for more contact. My entire body was so open and exposed to him, yet he was only touching a small area of my skin; it was frustrating and amazingly exciting. Every inch of me tingled with anticipation. I squirmed on the table, aching to have his mouth on me, but when he finally brought his face to my chest, I felt only the bristle of his beard scratch against my enflamed breasts. It was delicious and it was excruciating. I grabbed the sides of his head and pushed my tits against his face, desperate for him. Julian moaned against me and then gave each of my nipples a too-quick lick with the tip of his hot tongue.

  I felt a rush of desire between my legs. "You're torturing me," I cried.

  Julian smiled and cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezed them closer together and finally drew them one at a time into his mouth, licking, sucking, and nuzzling as I cooed with pleasure.

  I dug my hands into his dark hair. "You've got me so wet," I told him.

  He made a sound deep in his throat, a growl that I felt vibrate on my skin as he continued to worship my breasts. He ran his hands down my sides, out to each of my knees, and then slowly moved his caress up my thighs toward my center. He flipped the bottom of my dress up to my waist and I moaned when his fingers finally reached the slick folds between my legs. I'd been aching for his touch and I wanted so much more. Without warning Julian pushed a thumb inside me and I gasped. He kissed me as he started to move in small circles inside me. I ground myself against his hand, so hungry, so tormented, but he drew out of me and ran his fingers along my labia until he found the little nub that would give me the most pleasure. My body jerked as he pressed on my clit, a button turning me on, on on.

  "Oh my god, that feels so good!" It was hard to get the words out. I was whimpering and grasping at him, wanting more.

  Julian directed his piercing eyes into mine and I saw a smug grin on his face. This stranger had me begging for him, and my husband was watching. I didn't care. I'd lost all reserve. I reached for Julian and he pulled me to the edge of the table before kneeling in front of me. I spread my legs wide and leaned back on my elbows. I wanted to lie down to rest my passion-weakened body but I also wanted to watch him bury his dark head in my wet pussy. Rather than continuing where his thumbs had left off, he began a new path toward my center, starting right above my knees and moving at a torturously slow pace. Attending to small areas at a time, he used his prickly face to rub the soft skin of my inner thighs, then he immediately followed with tender kisses and warm licks that soothed and excited my enflamed skin. I had a fire burning for him between my legs that he must surely have felt, but he took his time, alternating from one side to the other, until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. By the time he reached the very tops of my inner thighs, I was dizzy with anticipation. I expected next to feel his mouth or rough face between my legs, but instead I saw him extend the tip of his tongue, and I felt the tiniest, most delicate contact directly on the hood of my clit. I gasped and laid back on the table, too overwhelmed and light-headed to hold myself up any longer.

  Julian began making tiny circles with the tip of his tongue, fanning the flame at my core until it radiated through my entire body, lighting my senses on fire. After a long, lovely minute of this motion, he began using the full surface of his tongue, licking me as if I were a melting ice cream cone. I felt, instead, like a burning volcano about to erupt with pleasure. I'd never had any complaints about Eric's moves, but Julian had a whole different toolbox of surprising techniques. Eric. Is Eric seeing this? What is he thinking? That thought passed in a flash as Julian plunged his tongue inside me. I gripped the edge of the table and closed my eyes as he held his mouth against me and pushed his tongue in and out of my pussy. Oh. My. God.

  I was rapidly approaching an orgasm as Julian's mouth worked its magic, when suddenly I also felt a wet tongue on my breast, teeth on my nipple. My eyes opened wide to see my husband's fair head bent over me. I bucked against Julian's face, erupting in the strongest climax I'd ever had. Eric showered small, hungry kisses around my gasping mouth as I came, and then I felt him move away. Julian gripped my hips and continued to lap at my juices as I got lost in the throes of my orgasm. When my body stilled, I opened my eyes to see that Julian was now standing at my side. I felt like I was dreaming.

  "That was beautiful," he said as he leaned down to kiss me.

  "Thank you," I said breathily, meaning to thank him more for what he'd just done than for the compliment he gave me. "You are...so good...at that." I had to pause between words, my breathing working to return to normal.

  When I sat up, I discreetly looked around for Eric, finding that he'd returned to the spot where he'd been watching us earlier. I took this to mean that he intended Julian and me to continue, and I was glad because I wanted to give Julian some of the pleasure he'd just given me.

  I reached for Julian's belt, quickly unfastened it, and unzipped his fly. Together we pushed his pants and briefs off his hips, and his stiff cock sprang free. As he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes, I slid off the table and gestured for him to have a seat. He wasn't as large as Eric--I couldn't help but compare them--but Julian looked great naked, with lean muscles, faint tan lines, and dark hair surrounding his jutting cock.

&n
bsp; As soon as he sat on the table, I reached out and stroked the smooth skin of his penis. As I traced the veins and swirled my finger in the pre-cum dotting the tip, I thought back to my conversation earlier in the evening with Eric. No ground rules.

  Am I really going to give a blowjob to another man while my husband watches?

  I bent forward, grasped the base of Julian's cock and wrapped my lips around the head. I swirled my tongue in circles, and gradually took him deeper in my mouth. At first, he ran his hands through my hair and caressed the sides of my face, then, as I increased my tempo and sucked harder, he leaned back and watched me without touching me. While my attention was on Julian and his pleasure, I was also thinking of Eric, wondering what he might be experiencing as he watched. Rather than kneeling in front of Julian, I was standing, bent forward at the waist so my backside was fully exposed in Eric's direction. I thought about how I was being watched by two men as I gave head, and I started to ache with need all over again.

  Julian moaned and uttered encouragement as I bobbed my head over him. I thought I heard movement behind me, then, all at once, hands were on my hips and I felt a thick cock plunge into my wet pussy. I gasped and stopped all movement, stunned and nearly overwhelmed with sensation. My husband remained still against me, filling me, claiming me. With my lips still wrapped around his cock, I looked up to see Julian give a quick glance behind me, before his head rolled back in pleasure as I took him farther in my mouth, all the way to his base. It was mind-blowing and thrilling to have a cock deep in my mouth and another deep in my pussy at the same time. I sucked hard on Julian and reached down to cup his balls. When I felt him stiffen and heard him cry out, I took my mouth off him and continued the rhythm with my hands, pulling base to tip until he erupted.