Hedonism Box Set (BBW Menage Swinger Romance): All Five Cuddly Swinger Episodes In One Volume! (Cuddly Swingers Book 6) Read online

  Hedonism Box Set

  All Five Cuddly Swinger Episodes

  In One Volume!

  By

  Mia Moore

  About This Book:

  You want us to go WHERE?

  Lori and Keith have been married for years. They’ve settled down and settled in. But, in a way, they’ve also settled for…

  There’s no more intense excitement for each other. There’s no more wanton craving. Come on, after two kids and hectic schedules, what do you expect? Keith’s crazy about Lori, he loves his big girl. He thinks she’s Hot, she’s grateful he’s deluded.

  During a crises Lori makes a promise she wishes she could take back. He’s been dreaming of a week of guilt free pleasure at Hedonism II!

  A Swingers Resort! Oh no! A ‘clothing optional’ resort? Aaaa! She hasn’t worn a bathing suit in years! He wants her to parade around in her birthday suit?

  In a single week, Lori discovers her Inner Hottie. Keith discovers Fantasy and Reality are two different things.

  ****

  Jess is Lori’s best friend, and if an ‘old married broad’ can have a great time, what’s in store for a single gal like her? Jess has wanton part down pat; what would Wicked be like? Without pain, fear or guilt? Or is that just a fantasy?

  This big girl just wants to have fun!

  She discovers Hedonism II is a different sort of place. Maybe it’ll have what you’re looking for, and it might have what you didn’t know you needed.

  Steve knows all about how special Hedonism II is. He’d been a guest for years with his wife. This is his first trip back alone. If there’s room here for Couples and Singles, what about Widowers?

  Cuddly Swingers—Bawdy Big Girls Having Fun!

  A Note From The Author:

  In this novel, my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. Please, in your real life playing, play often and play safe!

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2014, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-927984-49-9

  License Notes

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  Table Of Contents

  Cuddly Swingers 1: Hedonism Jitters

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Cuddly Swingers 2: Hook Up At Hedonism

  Chapter 1 As If…

  Chapter 2: I Got A Secret…

  Chapter 3: The Cow

  Chapter 4: A Mistress?

  Chapter 5: Praise The Lord!

  Cuddly Swingers 3: Hooked On Hedonism

  Chapter 1: Who’s That Girl?

  Chapter 2: Checked In, Now Check It Out!

  Chapter 3: Right Here, Right Now?

  Chapter 4: Apology Accepted

  Chapter 5: On Sunsets

  Chapter 6: Nerves Of Spaghetti

  Chapter 7: That’s Good Enough For Me!

  Chapter 8: Sad Eyes

  Chapter 9: Oh Carrie…

  Cuddly Swingers 4: Hedonism Overture

  Chapter One: ‘Okay, You Win’

  Chapter Two: This OK With You?

  Chapter 3: Get Centered

  Chapter 4: On The Dot

  Chapter 5: ‘I’ll Be Your Wing Man’

  Chapter 6: Now I’ve Seen Everything!

  Chapter 7: A Discovery…

  Cuddly Swingers 5: The Happy Hedonist

  Chapter 1: Oops! ‘Scuse Me!

  Chapter 2: Scary Good

  Chapter 3: Columbia Academy

  Chapter 4 Pammy’s Nook

  Chapter 5: Small Acorns?

  Chapter 6 Step On It, Steve

  Chapter 7: Ohhhh ‘Daddy!’

  Chapter 8: Time Flies

  Chapter 9: Banksters

  Chapter 10: Manna From Heaven!

  Chapter 11:The Placeholder

  Chapter 12: Change of Plans

  Cuddly Swingers 1: Hedonism Jitters

  Chapter 1

  My hand trembled when I picked up the glass of wine. I took a large gulp, draining it, and looked at myself in the mirror. How had it come to this? Sure, most women gain a pound or two after they had kids, that try as they might, they just couldn’t shed, but not thirty!

  Even as a child, I’d been a little heavy, or as my Mom called it ‘healthy’. Yeah right. Healthy as a horse and almost as big. And now I’m going on a swinger’s vacation, to Hedonism of all places! I closed my eyes and sighed. The beach there would be filled with all kinds of beautiful, skinny people and I’d be the beached whale, despite what Keith said. Of course, he’s just trying to be nice, so that I’ll actually go.

  I opened my eyes and shook my head. I HAVE to go. I booked the tickets. Now I wish it had been me in that hospital bed, groggy with anesthetic about to go into surgery. If he’d asked ME what was on my bucket list, I’d have said a trip to New Zealand, not Hedonism.

  When he pulled through the operation, I’d been so grateful that I made the reservation immediately. There’d be plenty of time to lose some weight, especially taking care of him, on top of the kids and house. I’d even joined a gym--fat lot of good that had done. The only thing I lost was the money for the membership.

  My chin quivered and my throat was tight. The tears pooling in my eyes blurred the reflection in the mirror. Good. I didn’t want to see the roll of fat at my waist or the roundness of my hips supported by thunder thighs. God, only two days to go and then I’d be there. How many women will be hitting on him, looking at me standing next to him, curiosity in their eyes? How could such a hunk end up with a cow like her? I’d seen that look way too many times, here, at home.

  “Lori?”

  I grabbed a tissue, wiped the tears and mascara stains from my eyes and blew my nose. I’d been in here too long. “Be right out, honey.”

  I took a deep breath and fluffed my hair with my fingers. My eyes were still a little red but maybe the light would be off and he wouldn’t notice. I opened the bathroom door and stepped onto the soft carpeting of our bedroom.

  His dark eyes watched me walk to the bed and climb in beside him. From the look on his face, the tilt of his head, he knew I’d been crying. Shit. Here it comes; the reassurance that I’m sexy, he loves my womanly curves, my softness, yadda yadda.

  Right on cue, his finger was under my chin, lifting my face to look into his eyes.

  “I love you Lori. If this is upsetting you this much, maybe we should cancel.” His hand drifted to my cheek and tucked a tendril of hair behind my ear. For a nano second a weight lifted from my heart, if not my hips.

  He loves me so much and showed it every day, bringing me flowers, writing love notes. And
I could have lost him. Behind the tenderness and compassion in his eyes, there was disappointment. No, I wouldn’t do that to him. It’ll be hell on wheels, but I’ll survive.

  “No, we’re going. This is something you want to do, even if it’s just once. I promised you this and I’m doing it.” My eyes once more stung with tears.

  He pulled me to him and hugged me close to his body, rubbing my back with his hand. “God, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’ve got a beautiful face and body. I wish more than anything else, you’d believe me.”

  His cock was pressing into my stomach, proving he wasn’t lying. He kissed me, softly at first, lips just barely brushing mine. I pressed my mouth into his, wanting more of this sweet man, my husband of nine years. His hand was on my breast, kneading and rolling the fullness. His lips were firm against mine, his tongue a prelude to what his body yearned to do.

  Yes. My breath hissed through my nostrils as I opened myself to him, sliding my leg over the taut muscles of his thigh. My hands brushed through the fine hair on his chest, over a hard muscled abdomen to grasp his shaft. He pulled away and his lips left mine, trailed down my neck to the breast he held. Oh God, his mouth and tongue were hot on my nipple, before he eased back, his breath puckering the dark areole as his tongue flicked over the hard nub.

  My fingers streaked through his lustrous dark hair and scrunched it in closed fists. I was wet and needed him to touch me, fuck me, anything he wanted to do to me. I pushed my pussy forward to claim the thick cock in my hand, to take it inside me. But he teased me, held back. I was only allowed to press the knob of it against my clit. He knew me too well--making me wait.

  I moaned as I rubbed the slippery surface of his cock against my hard bud, circled it and slowly drew it over the sensitive tip. My breath was fast as I teased his cock against it. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body and circled back to my opening. I needed him inside me. I strained forward and pulled his shaft there.

  Instead, he placed his hand on mine, held it while he pulled his hips away from me. His mouth left my breast and kissed its way to my other breast; he pushed my shoulder, forced me to lie flat on my back. Tenderly, his tongue circled the pebbled nipple, gave this breast equal time. He looked up into my eyes and smiled, his tongue still teasing me.

  My breath hitched in my throat when his lips trailed over my tummy and continued down. He rose and placed his knees between my outstretched legs, bent to kiss my upper thigh and the area where thigh and pussy meet. Oh God, he was driving me crazy! I edged to the side, so that my clit was under his tongue.

  Instead, his fingers parted my pussy, to expose my firm, sensitive spot. He blew gently on it and kissed it softly.

  “You’re so sexy spread out like this. Your pussy lips full and wet, waiting for my cock.” His voice was a rumble in his throat. I wasn’t the only one ready for more.

  I raised my head to see his face. His eyes were almost closed in lust, adoring my cunt. I squirmed upward; my clit was against his lips and tongue. How much longer was he going to tease me? I needed to be filled by him.

  My eyes opened wide when he rose up on his knees and reached for the cell phone on the night table. What the hell?

  “You don’t believe me that you’re sexy and beautiful--especially now, legs open, exposed and desirable.”

  What the hell was he doing, getting up, turning the light on and standing at the foot of the bed. Oh God, no. He wanted to take a picture of me?

  “Keith, no. I’m too—“

  “No you’re not. For Christ sakes Lori, look at my cock. I get hot looking at you. Forget it when you’re lying next to me, I want to fuck you blind. Please, just one picture.”

  I closed my eyes and nodded my head slightly, tried to hold my stomach in. A flash and then it was over, thank God. When I opened my eyes he was looking at the photo on the screen, a smile on his face.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” He set the camera down and this time when he returned, he was on me. His hand guided his hard cock to my opening. My legs were wrapped around his thighs as he thrust into me, again and again. My fingers slid between us to touch my clit as he filled me.

  “God, I love fucking you Lori. Your cunt is tight. And.” Hard thrust.

  “When.” Another harder thrust.

  “I fuck you.” Oh God, I felt that one in my cervix. Ow.

  “The sight of your big tits, jiggling.” Shit, could he go any deeper? It hurt so good!

  “Oh God, I’m coooming!” I felt his cock thicken even more as his cum spurted into me. He drove his cock into me fast and hard, the way I liked it.

  Oh God. It was too much. I was panting, caught up in waves of bliss, spreading out from my core.

  “Ahhh… Lori…fuck.” It was almost a moan as he drove deep inside me. I could feel his legs tremble from the force of his orgasm

  He fell forward onto me, his breath and heart beat thundered against my chest, in tandem with my own. My fingers grazed the satin skin of his back and I felt him shudder.

  He kissed me softly on the lips and then held his breath, looking to the side for a moment. The next thing I knew he rolled onto his side of the bed, got up and went to his closet. He opened the door, stood on his toes to reach the top shelf and pulled a cardboard box down. When he turned, he held the box before him, an evil grin on his face.

  Chapter 2

  I sat up quickly when the box was dropped on the bed beside me. Magazines, porn magazines, spilled out almost covering the whole bed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. There were naked or scantily clothed women, BIG WOMEN, adorning the covers. My eyes flew to his face and back to the magazines. “What is this?”

  “This is part of my past. My stash of porn from before I met you. I haven’t looked at these things in years.”

  I watched him pick one up and flip through the pages, turning it around when he came to the centre fold. From the dreamy look in his eyes, they were still having an effect on him. I reached for one and held it before me. A curvy brunette sat, facing the camera, legs spread, but pussy covered by her hand. Her other hand was cupping her gi-normous breast. I was no light-weight, but she dwarfed me—at least thirty pounds heavier!

  He actually had a stash of this kind of porn! And from the dates on the covers, ten years ago, he wasn’t lying. No, some of these looked well used. When I looked at him again, he wore a small, sheepish smile.

  “This is kind of embarrassing for me—showing you my jerk-off stash. But I need you to believe me when I tell you, you’re hot.” He rose again and I watched him take the cell phone from the night table.

  “Look. These women aren’t half as sexy as that.” He thrust the cell phone in front of my face.

  There I was, legs all spread out, the pink of my pussy lips peeking out, bordered by a strip of dark hair. And my breasts, with the erect nipples looked large. Even my stomach and hips didn’t look bad. I glanced up at Keith again, and for once, I was totally speechless. All these times he’d said I looked sexy was the truth—for him at least.

  He sat down next to me, his eyes gazed into mine, and a small smile played on his lips. God, he looked handsome! With the firm jaw line, full lips and small cleft in his chin, I wanted him again. Sometimes it just hit me like that--like seeing him for the first time.

  “Do you think they’d make magazines like this, if there wasn’t a big market? I’m not the only one, you know.” His hand stroked my arm and he went to the other side of the bed and picked up the magazines. “I like the content, but I have a problem with their titles.” He riffled them one at a time into the box. I saw copies of ‘Voluptuous’, ‘BBW’ and ‘All Natural Big Girls’ drop in one at a time along with others.

  “What do you mean?” I smirked. “At least it’s truth in advertising.”

  “They don’t use MY word.” He pushed the box onto the floor and lay down next to me.

  “Oh. Yes, well, it’s not a very sexy word.” He encircled his arm around me and drew me closer.

  “Maybe n
ot very sexy sounding, but it’s sure as hell more accurate.” He nuzzled into my ear, sending a mild shock down to my pelvis. Why in the world there’s a connection between the ear lobe and libido I’ll never know. I squirmed, only a little.

  His hand stroked me. “It fits, and I like it. You’re not fat… you’re cuddly. And cuddly is sexy.”

  “Keith. I’ve always known that you find me sexy. But seeing these magazines…”

  I hesitated, and he stayed silent. It was two years of courtship, and now ten years married, and it’s only NOW that he showed me these magazines? Call me a prude, but I didn’t do much, if any, surfing porn online, let alone browse the racks at the local newsstand.

  I rose up on my elbow and looked at him. His hand continued to stroke my waist. Alright then, so there’re a lot of men who liked big girls. Or as the mags called them, BBW’s. These women wouldn’t cry about going to a sex resort. No, they’d flaunt their bodies.

  But I’m no centerfold girl. I couldn’t be like those women. No wonder I was jittery. The name calling, the being invisible goes a lot further back than when I met Keith. Although, meeting him that night did begin to put those demons in their place.

  That night, which started out so bitterly. So cruel even.

  Chapter 3

  I was twenty-three, still living at home with my parents and working part time at the Seven Eleven. My friends Marcie, and Jessica were supposed to meet me at our favorite watering hole—Black Jack’s. The DJ there played music we all liked; the drinks were cheap and most importantly the lighting was dim. We’d go every Friday night and if no one asked us to dance, it was no big deal. We’d dance with each other.