9 - Housing Swap #4
It was actually pretty amazing. They’d carved out an alcove for the swing, just like they’d said.
The swing itself dangled below, lit up by purple, fluorescent lights.
Everywhere I looked, there was something within arms’ reach that I could use on Hannah …
or things that someone else could use to play with her.
Paddles hung from the wall next to pop-art paintings of gagged women.
In the corner of the room was a giant chest of drawers that I imagined contained more toys than I could name.
I stopped when my gaze landed on the bed.
It was gigantic, big enough for at least three or four people. My jaw dropped
“Like it, Jon?” Tom asked. “I specifically told them to make the bed big, as per your wife’s instructions. We wouldn’t want any of your little playmates falling off, would we?”
“Our what?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bed. It looked exactly like it had in my dream.
“Your friends with benefits,” Tom said. “You know, your lovers? Your wife asked me to make sure the room featured a four-person bed.”
“She did?”
Tom motioned for the cameras to cut. “Everyone take a break. We’ll refilm it in a few, okay?”
The camera crew dutifully filed outside without argument. They shuffled off, mumbling about coffee and lunch and cigarettes.
“What’s the matter?” Brandon asked. “Everything cool?”
Tom nodded toward Hannah and I. “Yeah, fine. But, Hannah, I’m not losing it, right? Didn’t you say you wanted a large bed so that you could fit at least three or four people on it? Jon says that’s not something you two normally do. You want us to take it back and refilm?”
She shook her head, a sly smile crossing her red lips. “No way. On the contrary, I was hoping the two of you might want to try it out with me before you leave. You know, for good luck or something like that?”
“Hannah?” My mouth dropped to the floor. “What are you talking about? Try it out with them?”
My words said one thing, but the swiftly hardening cock in my pants said another. I couldn’t imagine what the hell she must be thinking, but she’d made it plain as day. She wanted them, both of them.
“You know what I’m talking about, Jon,” she said. “And I want you to watch.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I stammered. “How can you just—”
“You do know what I’m talking about,” she interjected.
“Because I heard you muttering about it in your sleep since I told you we won the house. You haven’t been able to stop talking about wanting to watch me and the two of them really get to know each other personally, if you know what I mean.
And if you don’t believe me, I think you at least recognize that bed, don’t you? ”
So, that was how she knew.
My stomach felt like it was full of rocks, but the real rock was in my pants. I was harder than I could ever remember being.
“Don’t you?” she asked again. Her voice had taken on a salacious tone.
I nodded dumbly.
“Well, there we have it, folks,” she said to an imaginary audience. “What do you say, Jon? You ready to turn your literal dream into reality?”
Was I?
What could it really hurt? Hannah and I were secure in our marriage. We’d tried other things that had been real game-changers in the bedroom. Why wouldn’t we try this?
“I, uh … I don’t know,” I said. “I want to say yes, but—”
“Then what’s stopping you?” Brandon asked. “It’s not like we’re going to screw anything up. Just this one time, and then we’re back to Hollywood. If you two don’t like it, then you never have to think of it again. How’s that sound? Good?”
It did sound good. I couldn’t argue with those terms.
And, after all, wasn’t I dying for this, too?
“Great,” Tom said. “I’ll let the camera crew know we’re taking an hour or so long break. And if you two are up for it after the film crew’s outta here, maybe we can take this bed around the block again.”
***
Hannah looked like everything I’d ever dreamed of in that swing.
That, at least, I had to admit.
In the time it took her to get changed into a set of lingerie that I didn’t recognize, I had sat around the Love Room, wondering what the hell I was doing. At the same time, there was a wildly ravenous stirring inside of me that I couldn’t wait to see satisfied.
“Do I look okay?” she asked, relaxing into the black straps. “You haven’t been able to stop staring at me since I came in.”
“It’s because you’re so gorgeous,” Brandon said from the doorway. “I know I feel the same way. How about you, Tom?”
“I know I can’t wait to run my hands over that sexy little body,” Tom crooned at his side. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”
Hannah giggled and simpered in the swing. Her body swayed slightly as Tom leaned down to wrap his fingers around her left foot. He slid his broad hand across her body, slowly teasing her with each touch.
I sat down hard on the ottoman next to the bed, my eyes on the swing. Tom’s fingertips left no area unexplored, no spot on her body untouched. The entire time, her eyes were locked with mine, a sexy smile spread across her face. She was totally loving this, and she wanted me to love it, too.
I had to ask myself: was I enjoying this just as much as she was?
Hell yes, I was.
My eyes moved down between my legs, where my cock was pulsing wildly, waiting to be unsheathed. I wasn’t going to keep it waiting any longer.
By the time I freed my hungry, begging cock, Tom and Brandon had already undressed, as well. Tom had taken one of her breasts in his hands and were flicking at the nipple with his giant fingers. She cried out in pleasure, and Tom grinned at me from across the room.
“You hear how much she loves that, Jon?” he asked. “Maybe this room wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
My only response was to grip my balls in one hand and knead them slightly until I felt my pulse thudding within them. My cock was already dripping, slick with precum. I squeezed my testicles again, teasing myself while I listened to my wife’s loud cries echoing around the room.
Brandon’s hands were between her legs. He was thumbing her clit, making her legs seize up with every brush of his fingers. He took every whimper and every moan as an invitation to go faster, harder. Hannah bucked and gasped inside the swing, her eyes alight in salacious pleasure.