Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

  “I don’t know,” I said yet again.

  Now she laughed. “Oh Bubby, stop being so serious. There’s madness in the air. Just breathe it in.”

  She stepped into a pair of cork, high-heeled sandals, gave me a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass and exited the bedroom.

  ***

  After a shower, I dressed in my usual beach garb, khaki shorts and a tee shirt (blue in this case) and returned downstairs. The rest of the crew had gathered and were drinking margaritas.

  My wife’s attire was provocative, but as usual she was more than matched by Claire and Lena. Claire was wearing a skin-tight, white party dress with diamond cutouts along the side that exposed both sideboob and her hips. It went down to her mid-thigh, and in that regard almost seemed conservative compared to Lena, whose loose-fitting, white and blue flower print, babydoll dress barely covered her ass. When she moved I could see her cheeks pretty clearly, and while she might have been wearing a g-string, she was for all intent and purposes bare assed.

  C.J. and Brad had dressed similarly to me. Brad was in jean shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, C.J. in khaki pants and a black polo.

  “There he is,” chimed Brad, a bit giddy, though I wasn’t sure if it was from drink or from a sexual high. Probably a bit of both.

  Lena walked over and handed me a drink. Claire was standing close beside C.J., Brad next to my wife. Whether consciously or not, we’d already begun pairing off.

  “That’s quite the dress,” I said to Lena.

  She twirled, baring her ass. “Oh, this little thing?”

  Marie glared and me and sidled closer to Brad. Have fun with my sister. I’ll be riding Brad’s big dick.

  But not yet.

  “Come on,” Claire said. “Drink up, and let’s go out and see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

  “What kind of trouble are you looking for?” Brad asked.

  Claire smirked and then turned to the rest of us. “I’m not sure if I should feel flattered or offended by the fact my hubby is so turned on about the idea of me being a bad girl.” She focused on me. “Do all men fantasize about their wives riding strange dick?”

  I felt my face flush, a tingling burning on my cheeks. I cast my glance at Brad who was grinning like an idiot and C.J. who was smirking confidently. Lena was amused. My wife was eyeing me expectantly. They were all insane.

  I shook my head. “No, but I think we all dream about our wives behaving like porn stars.”

  “Even if it is with another man?” Marie asked.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know.” I redirected: “Why is it that women only get dirty with strangers?”

  Marie looked scandalized.

  Lena laughed and replied, “Because we need to impress the strange cock. Familiarity breeds contempt.”

  “Or at least laziness,” Claire suggested. “Same is true of men. When’s the last time any of you have actually tried to impress us?”

  “I didn’t realize it was a contest,” I said.

  “It isn’t,” my wife said, “but that doesn’t mean a little extra effort isn’t noticed.”

  Claire laughed. “It’s not their fault. Their dicks just get harder for fresh meat.”

  “And your pussies get wetter,” Brad retorted.

  “So it seems,” Claire acknowledged. She finished off her drink and looked at Lena and Marie. “What do you think, girls, is it time to see how wet we can get?”

  “Or we could just stay here,” I noted.

  Marie took a step toward me. “But that wouldn’t be half as fun.” She winked.

  Lena finished her drink. “Let’s go. I called an Uber already.”

  “Can we all fit?” I asked.

  Lena shrugged. “We said you can come along. We didn’t say we’d take you.”

  “Uh, how do we find you?”

  Claire smirked. “Just look for the parade of stiff dicks.”

  Lena and Marie laughed. They grabbed their purses and headed for the door.

  ***

  Brad and I scrambled to call for a ride. He was excited and jittery. C.J. was quiet. Like Lena, I think he enjoyed chaos. Too bad, from my perspective, that instead of hooking up with her, he seemed more interested in screwing the married women in the group.

  When the Uber arrived, we debated where they might have gone. I was in the front seat, Brad and C.J. in the back.

  “Where are we headed? Too early for dancing,” I noted.

  “Woody’s,” Brad said confidently. “They’ll end up at The Starboard, but I bet they’ll get some drinks and crab cakes at Woody’s first.”

  “So we’re going there?” I asked.

  C.J. chuckled.

  “What?” I asked, craning back at him.

  He shrugged. “None of my business.”

  I snapped. “You’re dicking my wife. Seems like you’ve gotten yourself pretty well involved.”

  “It’s not his fault,” Brad said, trying to smooth things out.

  C.J. didn’t seem bothered. “I’m obviously just in the right place at the right time….” He paused. “Or wrong place, wrong time from your perspective. But, it seems obvious to me the girls are messing with you two. Brad here seems to like it. You’re less convinced. But even still, you’re playing into their hand by following them around.”

  “So what should we do?” I asked.

  “Ideally, you’d go out, make some friends, and when the girls come home tonight all annoyed that you didn’t chase after them, they’d walk in on you tag-teaming a couple of whores.”

  “You’d like that,” I replied. “That would leave all three of them for you.”

  “You want to talk about this here?” he asked, nodding at the driver.

  Brad jumped in. “Let’s go to Beer Company for now. They have a great Happy Hour.”

  I nodded and turned back to look out the windshield. Taking advice from C.J. rankled me, but I had to admit, his argument made sense. We couldn’t just follow the girls around like a bunch of lovelorn puppies.

  We arrived at the brew pub, settled in, and ordered a round of samplers, which it occurred to me was quite appropriate. After all, we seemed to be in the process of sampling each other’s women also. Well, not quite. C.J. wasn’t bringing anyone to the party.

  “Don’t you feel like a mooch?” I asked.

  He looked at me quizzically.

  “Are you supposed to bring a girl to an orgy?”

  He laughed. “Don’t blame the playa, blame the game.”

  “What?”

  “I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask for his wife,” he gestured at Brad, “to wave her big titties in my face and invite me to the beach. And I didn’t know that the hot little number she was using as a lure happened to be an ex’s little sister. And I was just trying to play it cool and not embarrass your wife by acknowledging we’d used to date. How was I supposed to know she seems to have all sorts of unresolved issues with me? I just thought we’d had a good time, things got a little rocky, and we’d both moved on.”

  “You knew she was married when you hooked up on the beach,” I protested.

  “You know who else knew she was married? Marie. Even when she started humping my leg like a dog in heat.”

  I rose half out of my seat. Brad put his hand on my shoulder. C.J. leaned back and put his hands up.

  “Easy,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. But come on, put yourself in my shoes. Marie is hot! She’s one of the best lovers I’ve ever had, and don’t we all fantasize about hooking up again with a sexy ex? You can’t really blame me.”

  I sat back down. “You’re an asshole.”

  He laughed and raised a glass. “Now that is true!”

  I shook my head.

  “Can we get serious?” he asked.

  I nodded grudgingly.

  “Look,” he began. “We’re all having a good time. Just a little meaningless slap and tickle as the Brits say.”

  I began to protest. He cut me off.
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  “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve got less skin in the game, but everyone had fun last night. Boys and girls alike. So, the question is, what do you want to happen next?” He looked at Brad first. “You want your wife to keep screwing around with other men...”

  Brad shifted excitedly in his seat.

  “...but you don’t want her going behind your back, and you still want her to respect you,” C.J. concluded.

  Brad nodded.

  Then C.J. turned to me. “And you’d rather none of this happened, except you definitely enjoyed messing around with Claire last night.”

  “That’s not—” I began to protest.

  He laughed. “Stop it, Dan, just stop it. Putting your dick in her ass while watching Lena getting fucked is going to be, like, the number one entry in your spank bank for a long, long time. And anyway, I promise you, the one thing you don’t want to do is make Marie feel bad about all of this. It won’t undo what happened last night, but it will make her feel like shit and poison your sex life. So like Brad, here, you need to go with the flow, but in a way that makes Marie feel grateful to you and not contemptuous or resentful.”

  I sighed. “What makes you the world’s greatest expert?”

  C.J. took a sip of beer.

  Brad answered for him: “Well, he did manage to get in Marie’ pants again.”

  I sneered at my friend.

  “What?” Brad asked. “It’s true. I don’t know this guy from a hole in the wall, but he got Claire all hot and bothered and then he, well, hooked back up with Marie and, from what I can tell, Lena seems to want to get in line too.”

  C.J. shrugged. “I’m not, like, some pussy whisperer, but I’ve been around the block a few times. Girls want to feel sexy and safe at the same time. Give that to them and they’ll give you pretty much anything you might want.”

  I nodded. “Fine, fine. Okay, Sensei, teach us.”

  He laughed. “So first things first. No snide comments, no recriminations. Second, you’re amused, not threatened by any of this, and the reason you’re not threatened is that no matter how many strange dicks get up in there, that pussy is your pussy.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  C.J. persisted. “Seriously, you know this already. Both of you reclaimed your women this morning, right?”

  I nodded as did Brad.

  “That’s more than half the fun,” C.J.

  “You ever share your own woman?” I asked. “Or do you just borrow other men’s.”

  C.J. smirked. “You and I have more in common than you realize.”

  It took a moment for that to sink in.

  “Oh God,” I groaned.

  He shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

  Brad cottoned on to it now. “Wait, Marie?”

  “Let’s just say I wasn’t the only one in the relationship with a problem with monogamy,” C.J. replied, though somehow I knew he’d actually say more.

  “I don’t believe it,” Brad exclaimed.

  C.J. smirked at the invitation to elucidate.

  “I was being a dick,” C.J. explained. “She decided to get back at me by hooking up with this other guy who’d been trying to get into her pants for months. After her date, she came by my place to rub my face in it, but instead we ended up fucking on the floor by the front door.”

  I grunted into my beer. Fuck, why was that hot? Why was it exciting to imagine Marie, freshly fucked and feeling saucy, seeing her effort to taunt C.J. turn into a desperate, half dressed, bang on the ground? Why was my mind filling in all the gaps? How she’d given herself to another man just to torment C.J., probably thinking of him as she spread her legs. How she’d quickly dressed and rushed to C.J.’s before the come could leak from her pussy. C.J. tearing off her panties and biting her neck. How she clawed at his pants to liberate his hard cock. Her groan of pleasure as he sank into her wet cunt. And then the immediate aftermath, as she eagerly went down and cleaned his cock of the mingled come of two men.

  C.J. was eyeing me carefully, reading me. He nodded as my expression seemed to confirm that I got it.

  “Dude,” he finally said, “as long as it gets your lady hot and ready to fuck, who cares about the rest?”

  I nodded thoughtfully. “I guess… I just guess that I didn’t realize Marie had this in her.”

  C.J. laughed. “Of course they do. They’re just like us. Just like fucking a new pussy is so hot that you can barely last a minute the first time, girls get off on a little strange. They just know they shouldn’t, so they suppress it. But seriously, think about your first time with any chick. Is she ever as hot and wet as the first time you fuck her? And after a little while, isn’t the hottest sex always when there is a little novelty? A hotel room, or when she’s wearing new underwear, or when she’s flirted with another guy, or the first time you play boss and secretary.”

  Brad chuckled. “That’s definitely true with Claire. Anything that changes things up get her going.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” C.J. said.

  Brad got wide-eyed as C.J.’s comment reminded him that tonight his wife would probably finally hook up with her crush.

  C.J. smirked. “So, what should I do to her?”

  Brad was speechless for a moment. “An… anything you want,” he stammered.

  “I know that,” C.J. replied confidently. “Those tits were made to be fucked. But what do you want me to do to her?”

  Brad was speechless.

  C.J. continued taunting him, “I mean, Dan here already put it in her ass. I’m definitely going to do that, but what else do you want her to do?”

  Brad’s mouth opened and closed like a fish.

  C.J. laughed and I couldn’t help chuckling as well.

  “Spit it out,” I finally demanded.

  Brad looked at me, but turned beet red and instead spoke to C.J. “I’d love to see her with two guys.”

  “Well, we can arrange that,” C.J. replied, nodding toward me. “So, what are you thinking? Spitroasted or ass and pussy at the same time.”

  Brad got a manic look in his eyes, but didn’t answer. He looked like he might cream his pants.

  C.J. didn’t push it. He twirled his fingers at the waitress. “Let’s do another round and then see if we can’t make that happen.”

  ***

  It took us a while to find them, in part because we stopped off at a couple of places to get more beers. But finally, we tracked them down at the newest bar in Dewey, Jammer, on the Ocean side of Route 1. It was three stories tall, with a rooftop bar, a stage and dance floor on the main level, and quieter lounge downstairs with sofas, loungers, and various nooks with loveseats. Unlike the usual Dewey, neon bar sign, omnipresent TVs, and nautical kitsch, Jammer had a cooler vibe, and the music was more night-club, hip-hop than the usual Bon Jovi and Journey throwback stuff at a lot of the other bars. For a beach club, it was counter-programming, but it definitely seemed to work, and it looked like they were collecting all of the young, hip crowd from Ocean City to Lewes in one place.

  I’d been growing increasingly anxious when we went from bar to bar without finding the girls, but it looked like C.J. was right. Even though there were plenty of hot guys around, they hadn’t run off with anyone, and although they pretended not to notice us when we sidled up to the bar a few yards away, I could tell from their body language that at least Marie and Claire were relieved we’d found them. Relieved and also eager to get down to teasing.

  Downing their drinks and casting subtle glances in our direction to make sure we were watching, Marie, Claire, and Lena bounced out onto the dance floor. Lena made sure to shake her butt enough to send her dress swirling, showing off the bottom of her gorgeous ass cheeks, which was almost enough to distract from her heavy tits swaying beneath the loose fabric of her baby doll. Almost, but not quite, and maybe it was just me, but it definitely felt as if the energy on the dance floor shifted when they got out there. But if Lena was flashy, it was definitely Marie and Claire who seemed to hold the most attention.r />
  They were both clearly buzzed, eyes a little shiny, red in their cheeks. Or maybe it was excitement, because what began as the two of them playfully bumping together, quickly turned to something both more subtle and hotter. Palms pressed together, they swayed, spinning apart, but connected with fingertip touches, before coming back close, eyes locked, a gentle caress of the cheek, a hand on a hip, lips parted. It wasn’t so much hot as smoldering. Just a millisecond from ignition.

  I wasn’t the only one who felt it.

  C.J. leaned in and whispered, “There is no way those two haven’t fucked.”

  I could only nod in agreement. Brad couldn’t even do that. He was almost in shock.

  C.J. seemed amused. He palmed Brad’s shoulder. “What do you think, Buddy, maybe instead of two dicks inside her, we get to watch them sixty-nine?”

  I felt a surge of jealousy at the way Brad and C.J. were planning their assignation with my wife. Objectively, I had nothing to complain about. As long as Lena followed through on her not-so-subtle promise to rock my world, I had no reason to be aggrieved. But even still, the thought of Claire and Marie naked, putting on a lesbian show for Brad and C.J. before those two took turns wearing out their pussies -- and in particular my wife’s -- with their big cocks.

  Marie wheeled around and backed up against her friend. Claire’s hands caressed the front of my wife’s body, fingertips teasing her visible nubs. Marie thrust her ass back and ground against Claire’s mound. Claire playfully spanked my wife’s ass and then ran her hand between her legs from behind. Marie squealed and then spun around giggling. Now Claire turned away and pressed her butt against my wife. Marie cupped her friend’s big tits and mashed them as Claire looked back over her shoulder, tempting Marie to lean in and brush her lips against Claire’s.

  Brad groaned.

  Their show had the desired effect. We weren’t the only ones to notice the girls. As I watched, made immobile by the tent in my pants, two young guys quickly approached Claire and Marie. It took me a moment to recognize them as the two dudes from the beach, the ones with the Speedos and six-packs. The girls seemed to recognize them as well, giggling as the four of them came together in a writhing group that quickly turned into something closer to dry humping than dancing.