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  Wicked Swinger Weekend

  BOX SET

  All Three Episodes in One Volume!

  By

  Mia Moore

  About This Book

  (If you enjoyed Steamy Swingers, you’ll LOVE The House Guest!)

  His pal ticks her off… until he turns her on!

  Gus has been Maggie’s husband’s best buddy since college. She can’t stand him. He’s obnoxious and loud, and his sense of humor needs its mouth washed out with soap. Good thing he lives on the other side of the country. When he gets a transfer and Phil opens the house to him, Maggie’s got plenty to be pissed off about.

  As far as Gus is concerned, Maggie was a prissy princess in college and hasn’t changed a bit in the last six years.

  Maybe it was the hot sun by the pool, maybe it was all the wine. Whatever it the cause, passionate anger morphs into something else and Maggie starts to get some ideas on how to put this guy in his place.

  Wanton, filthy ideas…

  Just when Phil and Maggie (and GUS!) are as hot as an erupting volcano, all fired up and raring to go… there’s a knock at the door.

  Argh!

  It’s Sophie, Maggie’s bestie. She’s puzzled; why are Maggie and her husband acting so… so weird? And why does this guy Gus keep staring at her? What’s on his mind?

  Gus has been well and truly smitten by Sophie. In a flash he bails on Maggie and Phil, only to be shocked that Sophie has some surprises of her own!

  Phil and Maggie are too hot and bothered to be too upset at Gus for ditching them. If Gus wants to spend his time with Sophie, they can try this Swinging thing out by themselves. They have a computer! Before they know it, make a date for that very evening with a couple who sound really cool.

  They say when you’re scared and excited, it’s a thrill. Maggie and Phil have nooo idea just how thrilling a time they’re in for. Too bad you missed out, Gus old buddy…

  Too bad indeed.

  Oh really?

  It’s a hot summer long-weekend frolic all around!

  Before you start, here’s a word 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!

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  Love,

  Mia Moore

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2015, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 9781927984574

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  Table of Contents

  A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 1: THE HOUSEGUEST

  Chapter 1: Maggie

  Chapter 2: Seven Years Earlier…

  Chapter 3: Phil

  Chapter 4: Gus

  Chapter 5: Maggie

  Chapter 6: Gus

  Chapter 7: Phil

  Chapter 8: Maggie

  Chapter 9: Phil

  Chapter10: Maggie

  Chapter 11 Gus

  A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 2: ANOTHER GUEST

  Chapter 1: Maggie

  Chapter 2: Phil

  Chapter 3: Gus

  Chapter 4: Sophie

  Chapter 5: Gus

  Chapter 7: Maggie

  Chapter 8: Gus

  Chapter 9: Sophie

  Chapter 10: Phil

  Chapter 11: Gus

  Chapter 12: Sophie

  Chapter 13: Gus

  Chapter 14: Sophie

  Chapter 15: Gus

  A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 3: GUESS WHO?

  Chapter 1: Maggie

  Chapter 2: Sophie

  Chapter 3: Phil

  Chapter 4: Gus

  Chapter 5: Maggie

  Chapter 6: Sophie

  Chapter 7: Phil

  Chapter 8: Gus

  Chapter 9: Maggie

  Chapter 10: Sophie

  Chapter 11: Phil

  Chapter 12: Gus

  Chapter 13: Maggie

  Chapter 14: Sophie

  Chapter 15: Phil

  Chapter 16 Gus

  Chapter 17 Phil

  Chapter 18: Maggie

  Chapter 19: Gus

  Chapter 20: Sophie

  Chapter 21: Gus

  Chapter 22: Gus again

  Chapter 23: Phil

  Epilogue: Six Months Later—Maggie

  Mia’s Readers Club!

  A WICKED SWINGER WEEKEND 1:

  THE HOUSEGUEST

  Chapter 1: Maggie

  “No Phil. Don’t put me through this. I can’t stand him.” I could feel the beginning of a headache behind my right eye. Why now? After all these years…God, the last time had been at our wedding. Gritting my teeth, I yanked the coverlet from Phil’s hand. There was a loud crack when I lifted it high and snapped it down onto the bed.

  His mouth drooped, dark eyes wide, giving me his best hurt, puppy-dog look. Leaning over the king-sized bed, his voice just shy of begging, “But it won’t be for long. Christ Maggie, Gus and I go way back. We were best friends all through school. I can’t let him stay in some cold, old hotel room.”

  My hair fell forward, shielding my face as I bent to smooth the comforter and toss the pillows against the headboard. He couldn’t see my eyes roll or the grimace that settled on my mouth. I took a deep breath and puffed it out in a long sigh. “How long?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe a week or two. I promise I’ll help him find an apartment so it isn’t any longer than that.” His head tilted to the side and a small smile ventured onto his lips. “Really, Maggie, I don’t know why he bugs you so much. Most women love him, all charming and crazy fun. Why at the wedding—“

  My lips pressed together, jaw muscle clenched in a knot, as I looked at him. “DON’T! Don’t talk to me about what he did at the wedding. I’ve had to endure more than a few snide remarks from Mom about that one. And that woman! God!” I could still see it as if it’d happened yesterday instead of six years ago—our elegant wedding and Gus showing up with some skank he’d probably picked up the night before. A leather mini skirt and sequined top, really!

  He’d looked pretty good but that stood to reason. Phil had everything laid out, perfectly planned from the tuxes to the boutonnieres. Too bad he hadn’t arranged a date for the ‘best man’. Together, Phil, Gus and his ushers looked like a collection of James Bonds. Gus’ date looked like the stripper from a bachelor party.

  He walked around the end of the bed and folded his arms over my shoulders. When he looked down into my eyes, I almost felt guilty, almost, but not quite there. But as he flashed that off kilter, but so endearing grin, his white teeth stark against the swarthy complexion, my heart began to thaw. He was a great husband, always considerate, romantic…He would never have asked this, if it didn’t mean a lot to him.

  My shoulders slumped and I exhaled loudly. “All right. But try to make it just a week.” I looked up and managed a weak smile. “Maybe I’ll
hang out with Sophie more that week. Who knows? I may lose a few pounds, trying to keep up with her.”

  His hand slipped down over my ass and gave it a healthy squeeze. “You’re already too thin. Just don’t lose these.” His head dipped down to nuzzle my boobs before he whisked me up and onto the bed. We landed side by side, our arms around each other.

  With head propped up on his bent arm, he gazed at me and trailed a finger over my lips. “I really appreciate this, Maggie. I know Gus and you didn’t hit it off—“

  “That’s an understatement.” I bit down on his finger.

  “Ow.” For a moment, irritation flared in his eyes. “He’s not a bad guy. Sure, he’s a bit boisterous—“

  “Translation, loud.” I interrupted.

  His eyebrows rose and he gave his head a slight shake. “Okay, a guy’s guy, but he’s got a good heart. When we were younger, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for me.” His eyes took on a far-away look. “One time, I was visiting my cousin in Chicago and missed the train home. Well, money was tight in our house and I’d have caught proper hell for being so careless. It’d have been worse to even think of hitching so I called Gus. He got his dad’s car and drove for three hours to get me. I was home before the train. Dad never found out.”

  My eyebrows knitted together as I gazed at him. “That doesn’t sound like you. You’re the most organized guy I know. Missing a train?”

  His mouth pulled sideways in a smirk. “My cousin set us up with a couple of girls. We took them to the movies and one thing led to another and…” His finger skimmed over my chin and down my throat, slipped inside the blouse that I wore.

  I smiled and turned into him when he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His smooth, strong jaw line, eyes that smoldered darkly and the woodsy scent of his cologne were affecting me, or was it the blow-up that just happened. Make-up sex was the best. “You probably felt her up. Was it your first time?” I whispered into his ear, before darting my tongue around the fold and lobe.

  “First time touching actual skin. Before that it was always through a sweater or whatever she was wearing.” His fingers moved to undo the buttons of my blouse.

  A thrill of pleasure pulsed between my legs. I liked where this was going. In my mind I saw a younger Phil, probably somewhat gangly and skinny, though God knows he had sure filled out nicely as a man. I slipped my hand over his waist and across his tummy till my fingers curled around his cock, already quite chubby.

  “Did she do this to you?” My fingers worked the zipper down and pulled at his flesh until his shaft was freed from the confines of the pants.

  “Oh fuck, I wish.” His hand went under my skirt, pushing the hem higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers slipped inside my panties, separating my flesh to find what he affectionately called ‘little kitty’-an apt expression considering the mewl it always caused when his fingers first found it.

  “Did she do this?” My lips curled in a sly smile and I shifted on the bed till my mouth was only an inch or two away from his cock. I liked to delay the next part, tease him with my hand rolling up and down the length of it. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit and nestled there, surrounded by the mauve, satin helmet. It was a beautiful cock, although, truth be told, I’d only sampled three others in my twenty-nine years. That didn’t sound like many but from what I’d read and the pictures of guys in porn movies, I knew I was a lucky woman.

  Eight inches was enough for any woman, especially when it was also nice and thick. I leaned forward and teased the drop of cum from him, coaxing more, relishing the saltiness of it. When I opened my mouth and took him slowly inside he murmured- nothing like my feline mewl, more like a growl actually.

  Breath hissed from my nostrils when he touched my pussy again. Oh God, his touch was hot, stroking the top of my clit just the way I liked. I drove my mouth deeper onto him, swirling my tongue along the underside, alternating with gentle sucking. His hips rocked up into me and I pulled back, beginning that up and down motion, at first leisurely. As his fingers continued their play in my pussy, I tongued his shaft faster…

  His hands gripped my arms and he thrust me back onto the bed, his knee forcing my legs apart. Oh fuck, looking up at him, hands tugging his shirt over his head to reveal taut chest muscles, the fine black hair spreading to his nipples, forming a line separating a six pack abdomen…and then his belt and pants completely open, bunched on slender hips…but it was the thick rod of pleasure that my eyes focused on…so big…dark…almost angry looking.

  I lifted my ass and shimmied out of my panties, spread my legs, my pussy wet and longing. He pulled me closer, making my pussy a willing target for that turgid, spear-like cock. Oh yeah…breath caught in my throat, became a soft whimper when he thrust deep into me. It hurt in such a goooood way, the fullness, stretching me apart.

  His hips rocked into me slowly…then in a kind of sideways motion, cock pressing into every inch of me. His eyes were almost closed; lips slack as he watched his cock slide into me, withdrawing till just the tip of it grazed my opening. Oh God, a guttural moan erupted from my throat…His fingers were on my clit, vibrating it faster and faster…

  “Oh Phil…don’t stop….fuck me faster…” I clenched my cunt onto him, shooting waves of ecstasy deep inside. I was almost there, panting and bucking my hips up onto him…my body begging for more.

  “Oh fuck, baby….” His eyes squeezed tight and there was a final deep thrust, holding it there, pulsing….

  The sight was so fucking hot that I fell into ecstasy, wave after wave of pure, exquisite pleasure cascading through my body to my fingertips…legs trembling…body arched forward and up…Oh Jesus…on and on into forever.

  His eyes opened and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead where a lock of damp hair had fallen. “Oh my God, Maggie.” He fell forward onto me, cushioning his weight on his forearms and kissing my neck. “I love you. Fuck, I ADORE you.”

  “Jeeze Phil, I thought it couldn’t get any better but you just did. Fuck that was hot.” I started to giggle picturing us lying on the bed.

  He rose and looked into my eyes. “What?”

  “Look at us. We haven’t even changed from our work clothes and we’re jumping each other’s bones.”

  He grinned, that damned lopsided grin that always made my knees weak. “I HAD to do something to make up for Gus’s visit. Thought I’d give you a little thrill.”

  I slapped his ass sharply. “Give ME a little thrill? I think the feeling was kind of mutual, Mister.” My hand rested on the smooth surface of his buttock, the muscle underneath hard and fit. Yes, there was no doubt about it, I was a lucky woman—the one who’d been able to catch and keep the attention of Phil Masters. And to think I’d almost begged off going to that frat party so many years ago, where we’d met.

  Chapter 2: Seven Years Earlier…

  There was that darned Marketing 101 mid-term the next day, and I’d been nowhere near ready. My roommate and best friend at the time, Susanne, had been pestering me all day about going. Sure, it was all well and good for HER, exams all wrapped up, and chasing after a senior she had a crush on—a total dipshit in my opinion, full of himself and a player.

  Susanne could sometimes be a pain in the ass, whining and pouting, but over-all we’d gotten along pretty well. They say opposites attract and in our case that was certainly true. Whereas she was blonde, (her mission in life to prove the ‘ditzy blonde’ stereotype wrong), introspective and a little on the conservative side, I was the bubbly brunette, more apt to party on with people I’d just met.

  So it was really weird, her bugging me to go to the party.

  She perched onto my bed, fingers digging into my knee. “C’mon. We’ll stay just until midnight, I promise. If he doesn’t notice me by then, well…“

  I sighed and put the textbook on the bed next to me. “Okay, but just until midnight.” Watching the smile appear on her face, my heart sunk to my stomach. This meant so much to her and she neve
r asked me for many things. I could get up early and do whatever cramming would get me a pass in the exam.

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  It was a few hours later that we entered the three story brick house where the party was already in full swing. Music blasted and the place seemed to be wall to wall bodies—girls in tight jeans slung low over their hips flashing a hint of tummy, laughing a little too loud, flamboyant gesturing to catch the attention of guys standing nearby in clusters of casual coolness. Through the throng, I caught a glimpse of beer bottles and an enormous punch bowl with a maroon liquid, set up against the wall in what normally was a living or common room.

  I grasped Susanne’s hand and started to insert myself into a gap, heading for the table when she tugged my hand. When I turned to see what was up, her head nodded to the right, eyebrows high above eyes that sparkled. I turned to see where she indicated and locked eyes with Phil Masters.

  A skinny redhead with an enormous set of boobs pressed into his arm, nearly toppling his drink, she leaned so close, chattered into his ear. His lips curled at the side in a small smile, but his gaze never left mine.

  At first my breath caught in my throat before reason kicked in. Sure he was good looking… probably expected me to swoon because he’d graced me with a smile. No thanks. My taste in men insisted a personality be part of the package. Besides which, Susanne was the one interested in him.

  I turned and brushed my lips into her ear, almost shouted to be heard even at that close proximity, “I’ll get us some punch. Hopefully there’s actually juice in it and not just booze. Go on over. I think he’s giving you the eye.” With that, I gave her arm a nudge in his direction and started the journey to the bar. It was like threading a needle, seeing an opening and then shimmying and darting through.

  I filled two red plastic glasses to the brim and chugged an inch from each before once more, endeavoring to part the sea of people. When I got back to the spot I’d left her, she’d moved closer to him but was still on the outer edge, speaking to a blonde, beefy guy, one I recognized as a friend of Phil’s.