OQ Smut Week Day 1 - It's not so much "swingers" per say...but the idea is there :)

Enjoy and leave me with your dirty minded thoughts as always :P

Happy OQ SMUT WEEK LADIES AND GENTS

**THIS IS SOOOO NOT OQ CHARACTER RELATED IN THE SHOW BTW, JUST AS A HEADS UP I DON'T ACTUALLY THINK THIS WOULD HAPPEN BUT IT WAS JUST AN IDEA THAT RAN THROUGH MY HEAD, SO I APOLOGIZE IF YOU ARE PUT OFF BY THE FACT IT DOESN'T REALLY STICK TO OQ CHARACTER FORM**

It's in this moment when he craves her more than he thought he ever could. The way her cheeks blushed a deep pink when other man spoke of how gorgeous she was, the way her lips pouted for him, the curve of her chest that hitched when his breath hit her throat, the deep anticipation swallow she tries to hide at his seductive words. He notices how she bites her lower lip, her jaw trembling slightly as the mans fingers trail lightly across her cleavage, dipping for a second into the valley between her breasts before returning to skim along the deep green lace. He can see the heat in her eyes that she flickers away from his gaze, the light shake in her thighs when he leans into her space closer, her eyes closing as he kissing her neck ever so lightly.

He wanted this for her, to let her have one night of inhibition, she had mentioned it months back in a rare moment of sexual vulnerability, her wondering desire to have him watch as another man took her. She wanted to see how long he could last, seated a few feet from her as her body was giving to another. He debated it for a long time, wondering himself if he could let his own possessiveness go for a few hours, let her have this thrill she craved. He loved her unconditionally, as did she for him. They had no secrets, no stone they hadn't over turned, no leaf that wasn't flipped. She had given him everything he asked, and in turn he promised to do the same.

So here we was, his breath rapidly rising and falling as his fist clenched into white knuckles against the wooden arms of the chair he had promised to sit in till she begged for him. His arousal was pulsing hard in his black boxers, light sweat coating his chest as he sat as a viewer.

She had smiled deviously an hour before when he watched her walk slowly from the bathroom in the dark forest green corset, with matching lace near see through thong and black garter belt holding sheer lace stockings in her hand. He nearly threw the whole night out the window when she laid down in the bed, asking him to clip them onto her garter. Her skin was silk under his palms as he pulled them up, ghosting across her thighs. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, riling him up before pushing him away with her foot so she could put on the ridiculously high black stiletto's to complete the outfit. A cashmere camel colored trench coat went on over top, and her eyebrow arched as she drawled out if he was ready to go.

Her fingers trembled slightly as her hands found the belt of the mans black jeans, undoing it before the button also popped open and the pants fell to the floor. A hint of jealously ran through his at her smiling down to the obvious erection that waited. Slowly she was backed up into the wall behind her, his fingers undoing the rest of the corset before it fell, exposing her round breasts and hard rosy nipples to the chilled air. She inhaled sharply when he lowered his head, pulling a nipple into his mouth sucking hard till her back arched into him for more. He licked his own lips, his memory reminded him of how she tasted, her light vanilla cream that lingered on her olive skin.

Their eyes met, as she bit down hard on her lower lip, desire pouring through her chocolate eyes into his ocean blue. He kept his gaze locked on hers as his hands roamed down his own body, slowly stroking his own arousal that was peaking from his briefs.

God she loved him, loved him for letting this happen.

His hands traced along her lace underwear, fingers dancing on the wet material, lightly rubbing her back and forth as she rolled her hips to his rhythm. Her head arched to the side at the beginnings of heat that spun in her lower abdomen, that tight coil she was working towards. His palm settled against her sex, pushing lightly with ever glide of his fingers, hitting her clit. A moan parted from her lips, as his fingers pushed aside the lace garment, now skin on skin contact. He groaned into her neck, biting down on the junction at her pulse point.

He could hear the other man's words, heated in desire as he whispered how wet she was, how soft she was, the way her body was beginning to beg for him. Shifting slightly in his seat, he pulled his own erection fully out, stroking from base to tip.

Her fingers gliding through the dark hair, tugging him closer into her chest where he continued to tease her breasts. Her legs jump as he pushing a finger into her, her lips parting as she lets out a low expletive. Grinding into his hand harder, he pushed back with a second finger, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in place. Thrusting out and in at a fast pace he latched onto her nipple once more, tugging it between his teeth as she groans heavy, her lungs shaking through her breath. Though she tries to maintain his eye contact this flick on his thumb on her clit sends her into overdrive and her eyelids close.

He can tell she is getting close, the way she hangs onto the other man, her hips rolling in constant pace with his fingers. His hand pulls at his erection, the beading on pre-cum leaking from his tip as he sucks in his lower lip. He is glued to her figure, her one leg wrapped around the man's waist as he brings her to a moaning climax. He can see her juices wetting her thighs as she bites back the scream he knows she wants to let go.

He pulls back, with a grin as she exhales, releasing her pleasure. Bringing his fingers up to her mouth she parts her lips and sucks in a digit, he mimics her actions licking off her arousal from another.

He knows how she taste's, her personal brand of sex and sweetness, it's something he swears he could live off of. He throat parches dry, wishing he was the one to take part in that delicacy.

Without hesitation he lifts her from the wall, her legs wrapping around his torso as he walks her over the the bed, dropping her down with a light bounce. She laughs breathlessly. Her head turns so she face him, their eyes locking in heat as the man crawls on top of her, kissing her naked torso from pelvis, between her breast, up her collar bone to the arch of her neck, sucking and nipping every spot. The man asks how she wants to be taken, and her eyebrows arch in play as she smiles back at him sitting in the chair, letting him decide in her quiet silence. With a low mumble he says to lay her on her stomach, but pull her hips up. He knows this is her favorite position, the ecstasy spot that can be hit from here drives her crazy and he loves it. She licks her lips as he rolls her over, positioning her accordingly, their eyes never leave each other as the man rubs his palms over her back, draping down her hips with a tight grabs before running over her backside.

She arches into his touch as he squeezes her cheeks, murmuring how fantastic of an ass she as, complimenting him on the fact he is the one who gets to have it every day. He smirks at the man's words, he loves her ass, the high curve and low dip of her spine as it meets the two heavy set dimples at the base. He watches hungrily as the man rolls a condom on with one hand, the other finding it's way back to her core, rubbing her slit ensuring she is wet enough for him.

She watches as his grasp tightens around his hard erection at the same moment she feels the tip of another press through her core. Her body trembles lightly in anticipation. He slides an inch into her and she moans low at the welcomed intrusion, her heart thrumming in her chest. Her eyes never leave his as the other man pushes himself fully into her. She lets out a light gasp at the full sensation. He is thick, but not as long as she is used to. A wink is sent his way, a silent exchange of words to that fact. He smiles back continuing to pump himself slowly.

He pulls back and slams into her hard, repeating the action over and over as her fingers grip the white satin between her fingers. He is almost hitting the spot she needs, so close but not quite there. Internally she sighs, wishing it was her own man that was behind her, but the way he is groaning beside her makes this all worth it. He loves her body, she knows it. Loves the way she reacts to his touch, the way her body flushes and grinds against his.

A hard thrust, pushes her forward harshly, her face pushing into the pillow in front. She bites down on it hard, not letting her desperate moan escape her. He knows she is holding back, she only screams for him, and he loves her more for the fact she is holding back with this other man. Her screams are only for him.

He continues to pull back and pound into her, his fingers gripping so tight it's bound to leave a bruise but she doesn't care, the tight coil in her body heating up rapidly. It goes on like this for a few moments, his thrusts sending her almost into that blissful point. He can see the way her low lip trembles, the roll of her hips as she tries to get him in deeper and he lets out an internal chuckle. This man can't please her the way he can, he can't hit that spot she needs, not in this position anyway. He voice cuts through the moaning that surrounds the room, a request to pull her back, have her sit on his lap, back to chest.

She smiles dazzlingly through her arousal, he knows what she needs, he always had. Her body is pulled up till she is resting on her knees around the mans own. This is better, she can sit fully into him, and that hidden gem of nerves is finally being hit. Her breath hitches as he pulls her fully onto him, his thick girth gliding through her tight ribbed walls. Her head rolls to the side as he thrust sharp and fast into her.

Yes this is definitely better.

A low demand to touch her echoes to her ears and she lets out a high pitched cry as his fingers find her throbbing nerve center. He moves in the same pace as his cock, rubbing tight fast circles, pressing hard into her. She can feel it burning through her, the tight coil waiting to drop as he kisses her neck, her own hands finding her nipples, twisting and pulling them as she begins to let out choked whines.

He knows that she is moments away, her body flushed red hot as she stares at him with heavy dropped eye lids, her one hand leaves her breasts as her beckons him over with a drag on her fingers. He is up in seconds, his erection throbbing hard in need for her.

The other man understands and pushes her gently forward and removes himself. She groans at the loss of contact but is immediately rewarded for the prize she really wants. Him.

He kisses between her shoulder blades once before flipping her over onto her back, They smile before he drops his head, kissing her with every ounce of passion he has, his fingers returning to her core, rubbing a frantic but even pace. She writhes under neath his touch and tears her lips from him when the need for oxygen overwhelms her body.

With a swift push he is in her to the hilt, and she glows at the fact he is touching her where she needs. She moans as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Their bodies find that perfect rhythm only they have. He grips her hips, pulling her further into him, hiking her knees over his elbows as he relentlessly pounds into her.

"Come for me" the whisper in her ear drives her body into a wave of orgasm as he bites down on her ear lobe. Their eye's connect as she smiles at him, a low I love you passes through her lips before climax over takes her body. It more than she has experienced before, a tidal wave that burn through her veins, setting her heart on fire as it rolls through. She screams, only because it's him. Her walls clench brutally hard against his cock and he can't hold back anymore. Releasing his own need in a furious thrust, he drops his lips to hers, letting his groans be taken into her mouth.

Breath eludes them for a moment as he sinks into her. He can feel her heart beating at a rapid thrum, matching his own. Her fingers intertwine through his blonde hair at the nape of his neck, her lips lightly kissing his jaw.

"You are one lucky bastard, mate" a voice beside them pulls them from their daze. She laughs into the crook of his neck before he sits up, his palms rubbing gently against her thighs.

He smiles down at her, with a subtle wink. He knows he is the luckiest man alive.

The other man stands up, and he follows suit, his hand gripping her fingers pulling her upright into his chest.

"Well I do hope you enjoyed you time at the candy shop?" The questions the couple.

She looks up into his blue eyes, smirking in a low drawl "Definitely" she dances through her voice before leaning up to her tip toes, gently kissing the love of her life.

"Ready to go Mrs. Locksley?" He murmurs against her lips.

"You bet, Mr Locksley"