Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

Now I shivered as I tasted her excitement. Between her wetness and her words, I was on edge. I sucked on her clit. She clawed at my back, pulling me upward.

  “Give it to me… Chris.”

  “If you get Chris, do I get...” I wanted to say Lena, but I didn’t have the balls. “...Claire?”

  I rose up on my arms and watched as she guided my cock to her hot snatch and rubbed the head against her clit.

  “That leaves Lena for Brad,” she gasped. “That’s very generous of you. I’d have thought you’d want her for yourself. You do still want to fuck my sister, don’t you?”

  “No,” I grunted as I thrust inside her.

  God, she felt good. So tight. So hot. So wet.

  She laughed. “Oh God, Dan, you’re so hard tonight.”

  “You’re so wet.”

  She craned upward and nibbled on my neck. I thrust in harder. She wrapped her arms around my back, lightly dragging her fingernails across my shoulders. I dropped down onto her. She wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her nipples digging into my chest as I fucked her hard. She gasped in my ear.

  “Oh God, Baby, that’s so good,” she sighed.

  I moaned in response. I was too far gone for words.

  She kissed me again, and then I felt her pussy clench as she gasped into my mouth. I kissed her roughly, and then felt myself go over the edge as well, filling her with my seed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “You know, I can’t spot this, right?” Brad said nervously as he eyed the three plates on each side of the bar.

  “That’s okay,” I assured him. “You’re mostly here to attest to my beastliness.”

  “And to call the paramedics.”

  I chuckled. I took a deep breath. Showtime. I gripped the bar tightly, arched my back, and pressed upward. Fuck. No matter how many times I did it, anything over 300 lbs felt heavy as shit. I lowered the bar, let it graze my chest, and then pushed back up hard. One. And then again. Two. Then three. I took several quick puffs. And then another rep. My head felt like it was going to explode. Four. And down once more. I started to press upward, and the bar wouldn’t move, couldn’t move. There was no way I could do it, and then almost imperceptibly it began to rise, I squeezed my chest, a last burst of power, lock-out, and then rack.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  Brad laughed. “You had me worried there for a minute. I was worried I might have to help raise your kid. You knock up Marie yet?”

  “Not that I know of. Why?”

  He shrugged as I sat up. “I don’t know. She was looking good the other night. I wondered if the titty-fairy had paid a visit.”

  I laughed. “Padded bra. And why are you checking out my wife’s tits? Oh right, now that yours is getting taken care of by that Chris guy, you’re probably getting backed up and desperate.”

  “Au contraire, my friend. Not that I think Claire is actually doing him, but if she were, I think I almost wouldn’t mind. Her having a crush has definitely made her more, um, amorous.”

  “She’s just trying to get preggo. Ever since they saw Bren’s little bundle of joy, both of them have been baby-crazy.”

  “Titty-fairy definitely came for her.”

  I laughed again as I thought of Brenda. “And how. I know she needs to keep them close at hand to feed the baby, but man, last time we saw them, she was busting out.”

  Brenda was always pretty, with her dark hair in a pixie cut, but even smaller chested than my wife. A-cups to my wife’s B’s, but she was now at least a D, which looked pretty amazing on her small frame.

  “I hope Jack is getting some titty-fucking in.”

  “Otherwise, you’ll just have to let him borrow Claire, seeing as how you’re open-minded that way.”

  He grabbed his balls. Fuck off.

  I laughed. “You gonna lift? Or just jerk yourself off.”

  “Sure, you wanna help rack those plates?”

  I glanced down at the bar. “Oh, this is too much for you?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Really, Dan? We gonna do a dick measuring contest next?”

  “You afraid you’d come up short in that too?”

  “Short is the last word you should be using, Mr. Clean.”

  I laughed. “Okay, you win.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “So you know, Claire was serious about setting up my sister.”

  I took a sip of wine and nodded to my wife. “I’m still not sure how that works out.”

  “Well, what is there to work out?” she asked. “Do you like the shrimp?”

  She’d made my favorite, Shrimp Scampi with pasta, a salad, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. I made sure to savor it. Soon enough, our lives would be different and quiet dinners with just the two of us a thing of the past.

  I nodded. “Delicious. I mean, inviting your sister is easy—”

  “Sure. We know you’re alone now, come spend a week at the beach.”

  “Assuming she’s not involved with someone else yet,” I noted.

  Marie laughed. “She’s certainly not likely to be short of attention.”

  “Anyway, but what about this Chris guy. I mean, it sounds like Claire barely even knows him. Didn’t he just start working there?”

  “Yeah, I don’t know. That’s not my problem, though.”

  “Well, it sort of is. You don’t want her, like, overselling the whole Lena aspect of it.”

  She shrugged. “I doubt Claire is going to promise him he’ll meet the love of his life.”

  “You think this is even about Lena?”

  She tilted her head to the side. “How so?”

  “Well, you said it yourself, maybe this is really just about Claire getting Chris out of the office.”

  She laughed. “And as you said, why bring him to the beach with her husband? No, there are many easier ways to have an affair.”

  “Oh? How would you have an affair?”

  “Me? I’d just go to his place and fuck his brains out. But I’m straight-forward that way.”

  “You should hold out and get him to take you to a swanky hotel. You know, champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries, fluffy bathrobes and jacuzzi tubs.”

  “That seems a little O.T.T. I’d just be in it for the D.”

  “Sounds like the chorus for a rap song.”

  She flashed me some gang signs, which looked exactly as ridiculous as one might expect it would coming from a tall, skinny, blonde woman. “Anyway, what brought this back up?” she asked.

  “You’re the one who mentioned Claire was serious.”

  “Yes, but you’re the one who brought up that it might be about Claire’s crush.”

  I shrugged.

  She laughed. “Out with it, Bubby. I know when you’re hiding something.”

  “Okay, so promise not to tell?”

  She held up her pinky. “I swear.”

  I laughed again. “Well, I had this weird conversation with Brad.”

  “Is this the one where you call him weak and he calls you bald?”

  I ignored her. “I think he’s sort of turned on by the idea of Claire having a crush.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? That’s interesting.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. It just is. So you think this is, like, a way for them to spice things up? Bringing Chris along on vacation to add a little danger to things.”

  “Something like that,” I said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I really don’t know. But what if it is more than that? What if… you know… he was sort of into the idea of her actually being with her crush?”

  She covered her mouth with her hand. “He told you that?”

  “No. He just said that… that he almost wouldn’t mind if she were having an affair if it got her as worked up as she’d been recently.”

  Marie laughed. “And do you think he told you that knowing you would tell me and hoping I would tell her?”

  “Seems a little complicated,” I noted.

 
“Well, sure, but asking your husband permission to have an affair is always going to complicated, isn’t it?”

  “I wouldn’t know. Maybe this is your way of feeling me out about having an affair by seeing how I might react to the possibility that Claire is asking Brad about having an affair.”

  She laughed again. “No, I wouldn’t bother with any of that. Half the fun of having an affair is keeping it secret.”

  “Half the fun?” I asked.

  “Well, the other half is the sex, of course.”

  “Of course.” I paused. “Let’s say you didn’t want to keep it secret,” I pressed.

  She fanned herself with her hand. “Whew, is it hot in here?”

  I smiled. “All this talk of affairs making you feel flush?”

  She grinned. “Maybe a little. But in truth, Dan, all I do want is my big, strong, Love Bear.”

  She stood and walked around the table, and settled down in my lap, straddling me.

  “You sure this isn’t just that you want my sperm?”

  “Well, of course I want that.” She put a hand on my chest. “But seriously, why would I be interested in another man?”

  “What if he was bigger than me?”

  She ground against my rapidly swelling erection. “You mean here?”

  I nodded. She kissed my lips, and then nuzzled my neck.

  “You’re already almost too big for me,” she cooed. A nice, little, white lie.

  I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her back, my fingers tracing circles up her nape, into her thick hair.

  “Mmmm, that feels nice,” she said.

  “Maybe, he’d be better.”

  She straightened up and pulled her tee shirt over her head, and then removed her bra. Her nipples seemed about ready to poke my eyes out.

  “Would he suck on my titties?” she asked.

  “Like this?”

  I closed my lips on her long, hard nub. She moaned. I switched sides, taking the first, slickened nipple and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Marie has a direct line between her tits and her pussy, and I knew she was getting wet even before I felt her heat through my pants.

  “Oh yeah,” she sighed. “But I like to suck on things too.”

  She slid out of my lap and down onto the floor between my legs. She peered up at me, eyes heavy lidded with excitement, and unzipped my khakis. She fished my cock out of my pants, and without breaking eye contact, she licked her way up my shaft. I reached down and palmed her breasts, and she began circling the head of my cock with her tongue.

  “Oh Baby,” I moaned.

  “I could never have an affair,” she said. “It would make me feel too guilty. I’d always be trying to make it up to you.”

  My wife kissed the tip of my cock and then, without warning, swallowed me deep, engulfing my prick in hot, wet, delight.

  “That’s so good.”

  She bobbed up and down, and then rose off my cock, pumping it firmly now, her fist squishing up and down my shaft.

  “I’d feel like I would have to do anything you asked to make up for it,” she teased.

  “Anything?”

  She swallowed me again, one of her soft hands on my balls, the other rubbing my chest. It was wetter and sloppier than usual. I could feel her spit dripping down my prick onto my balls. She rose up again.

  “Anything,” she confirmed. “But that’s hardly worth it, is it Love Bear? Just to see me completely shaved? Or to let you take nudie pictures of me?”

  I shivered at the mention of two of my biggest unmet desires.

  She sucked me again into her mouth. At the same time, she reached down, unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them without once stopping the delicious attention she was paying to my prick. Once her pants were off, she again sat up.

  “I mean, even watching me make it with Claire wouldn’t be worth it, would it, Bubby? Even if I tried to make it so, so good for you? Even if I licked her everywhere? Would that make it up to you?”

  I groaned. “Oh God, that would be so hot, Baby.”

  “I know, but that would mean another man had me. That another man would have put his big, hard dick inside me.”

  She straddled me and slowly, slowly lowered her tight, wet pussy onto my throbbing cock. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to ride me sensuously.

  “Would you want me to fuck another man if it meant you could see Claire and me together?”

  Yes, yes, yes! “No,” I groaned.

  “Of course not,” she rumbled. “It wouldn’t be worth it even if I let you do me doggy style....”

  “Oh God.”

  “...while I licked Claire’s juicy, shaved pussy….”

  “She’s shaved?”

  “Mmmm and so, so juicy.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  The more she spoke, the wetter she got, the faster she rode me, and the more real it became for me. I could see it so clearly. Claire, naked on her back, big tits jiggling, her snatch red and swollen, my wife’s face buried between her legs. I was close, so close, when suddenly she stopped moving.

  “Don’t stop,” I whined.

  She ground against me and licked my earlobe. And then she reached back and eased my cock from her pussy. I groaned in frustration until I realized what she was doing, rubbing the head of my cock against her virgin asshole.

  “There’s only one more thing I could offer,” she whispered as if she couldn’t bear to say it aloud. But then she did: “Would you let me be with another man if, while I was eating Claire’s delicious pussy, I let you fuck me in the ass?”

  “Oh God.”

  “Would you, Love Bear? Would you let me if I gave you my butt?”

  “Yes! Oh God, yes!” I exclaimed.

  She shifted slightly and my cock slipped back into her hot snatch. I gasped and came right away.

  “That’s it, Bubby, that’s it. That’s how I’d ask for permission to have an affair…. And you just gave it to me.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “Do we have to go?” I whined.

  “Yes,” Marie replied. “It’ll be fun.”

  “It’ll be loud and crowded.”

  “Oh, for God’s sake, Bubby, when did you turn into an old fart? They’ll be hot girls there for you to ogle.”

  I sighed.

  “And hot guys,” she added.

  “You know you don’t really have permission, right?”

  She laughed. “Now I know you’re getting old. Turning down a threesome and butt sex is the very definition of over-the-hill.”

  “So says the woman who spent ten minutes with her legs in the air trying to get pregnant the other day.”

  She shrugged. “Cowgirl is not the best position for baby making.”

  “You know we’ll get there,” I said reassuringly.

  She smiled. “I know. I just don’t want Claire to beat me to it.”

  “It’s not actually a race.”

  She pointed to an empty space. “There, there.”

  I pulled in and parked, but didn’t immediately get out.

  “Come on, Lele is waiting for us.”

  “Oh please, when’s the last time your sister was on time to anything?”

  Marie laughed. “Whenever there is a drink available?”

  “Good point.”

  We were meeting at Blue Asia, which sounds like a porno from the 1970s, but is actually a trendy bar in the Penn Quarter. Trendy is synonymous for loud, crowded, and packed with self-important twits. All of which is appropriate, since Lena works for a lobbying shop on K Street. Her main qualification is her looks, and I don’t say that to be nasty. They actively recruit cheerleaders because even in 2018, having bubbly blondes around is good for business. She’s smart and hardworking, don’t get me wrong, but for her position that was an afterthought.

  Marie’s sister was easy to spot. She was sitting at the bar, with another young blonde, and surrounded by guys in suits, who oozed equal parts desperation and delusion. As we appr
oached, Lena disentangled herself with practiced ease, sloughed off requests for digits, and gave her sister a big hug.

  “Hey, Big Sis,” she gushed in a vaguely southern accent, which is weird since both Marie and Lena were raised in Minnesota.

  “Hey, Danny.” No one else calls me Danny.

  She hugged me as well, mashing her big tits into my chest. She was nothing if not friendly.

  I looked around for a spot to stand, but Lena had it all wired.

  “Ramon?” she called above the crowd noise, spotting a slender Hispanic man in black pants and shirt. He waved her over and guided us to a table with a reserved sign.

  We sat down and ordered drinks.

  “Are you a regular?” I asked.

  Lena shrugged. “We have some events here sometimes. They like me.” She turned to her sister. “So, good news?”

  Marie shook her head. “Not yet.”

  Lena put her hand on my arm. “Boxers not briefs, remember that.”

  “I know. You want to check for yourself?”

  Lena grinned. “Maybe later.” Marie rolled her eyes at me.

  “So, what happened with you and Johan?” Marie asked.

  Lena shrugged, but got right to the point. “We were, um, sexually incompatible.”

  That perked me up.

  “He couldn’t get it up?” I asked.

  Lena rolled her eyes. “No. The opposite.” She turned toward my wife. “You remember that guy C.J. you told me about?”

  Marie gave me a quick, anxious glance, but Lena either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

  She continued, “I don’t care how hot you are and how big your dick is, but three times a day is too much.”

  “C.J.?” I asked Marie.

  Later, she mouthed at me silently.

  Lena was still on a roll. “I mean, at first, it’s fun. Totally hot guy, wants to bang all the time. But shit, I have a job, and even with three options, it wears you out.”

  Three options? Mouth, pussy, and hand? Or butt? I don’t know if she meant to get me thinking of a big dick sliding in and out of her surely tight, adorable, little ass, but that’s where my mind went.

  “You know what I mean, right, Sis?” Lena concluded.

  I glanced back at Marie, who was looking uncomfortable. “Compatibility is important.” She patted my arm.