Stuck & Shared

o WON THIRD PLACE IN SWINGING & HOTWIFE SHORT STORY CONTEST o Two couples get stuck in an elevator and have some time to spare. Quite conveniently, they just talked about trying out swinging, so it doesn't take them long to find a kinky way to pass the time. A Short Erotic Swinger & Hotwife Story in 2,800 words. Caution, explicit sexual content, strictly 18]. o "What do you mean you can't do anything?"I glance at Gabe, who shrugs his shoulders, as if saying this wasn't his fault. The heat is already unbearable, and now this..."Look, Miss, I'm so sorry, but in cases like this, we need to wait until the power comes back on. We are terribly sorry for your inconvenience."Three pairs of eyes are staring at me, as if I knew all the answers. Well, I don't. I let out a frustrated sigh, asking the man on the other end of the line: "Okay, so how long is it going to be?"Silence. Bloody silence, that's all I get as an answer. So, it will be a while... After what seems like hours: "Um, an hour, maybe two."Jeez. I curse, louder than I intended to. "Fine, thanks for... Well, thanks anyway."I hang up, angry at the operators. Surely, they are supposed to do something? Well, clearly not in this case. We are stuck in this goddamn elevator, and nobody can do anything. Three pairs of eyes are still staring at me. Gabe's are light blue, the one that belongs to a blond woman are green, and the third pair is brown. Chocolate brown, with sprinkles of gold. I try to avoid all of them, hoping they can figure it out for themselves, and I don't have to say anything. Of course, I'm not that lucky. The green-eyed woman asks in a hushed voice: "So, what did they say?"I roll my eyes, not as much at her question, but rather at my own helplessness."Nothing. Bloody nothing. We are stuck here for another hour or two.""Oh, I see."That's all she says, then leans closer to her husband, kissing him gently on the lips, then basically collapses into his arms. Her blond hair is loose around her shoulders, which gives her an innocent look. Her husband, on the other hand, seems to be very dangerous. His hair is spiky, and his trousers look like they were made of some very tight fabric. Leather maybe? I'm dying to find out, that's for sure. I glance towards Gabe, who is also watching them intently. I wish I had telepathic abilities, because then I would know whether he is thinking the same thing as I am. They are hot, and would be a perfect match. We have talked about trying new things out, aka having a foursome with another couple, but up until now we haven't met anyone we liked. Of course, one could say that when both of us liked at least one of them, we should have given it a go. But what's the fun in that? I want to watch as a gorgeous woman sucks my husband dry, just like he wants to see an Adonis fuck me senseless...