Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  When Sophie got home they ate at the breakfast bar, discussing colour schemes for tiles and new cupboard doors when they got round to updating the kitchen. After they’d loaded the dishwasher, they had a coffee in the garden.

  Jim watched a plane leaving its vapour trail across the sky. “Any idea when the next visit to your playground is going to happen?”

  She giggled. “No, why?”

  “Just wondering.”

  Sophie leaned against him. “These trips don’t mean we can’t do other things, you know.”

  He frowned, wondering if she was angry that they hadn’t had sex since her trip. “What do you mean?”

  “Exactly that. I may only be going away with G-J once every couple of months, and we have a life of our own. We could hook up with anyone we want in the meantime.”

  “Sara and Billy?” He waited to see if she’d admit to influencing Sara’s offer.

  “Maybe. Or someone else, or just us two. We’re not confined by anything or anyone, so I don’t intend putting the life we’ve started on hold while waiting for a call from G-J.”

  “Fair enough.” Jim was now pretty sure Sara’s text hadn’t been suggested by Sophie, and that made him happier.

  Sophie stuck a finger up in apparent recollection. “That reminds me, we’ve been invited to a party.”

  “Oh?”

  Sophie laughed and shook her head. “Not that sort of party. A guy in our office is having a barbecue in a couple of weeks. There’ll be a few people from work, and some of his neighbours.”

  “Maybe I could find one of your colleagues who’d be up to a quick fumble in the bushes.”

  “Don’t you dare! Nobody at work has any idea what we get up to in our private life, and I intend keeping it that way.”

  “Spoil sport.”

  They returned inside. Jim caught up on the Wimbledon highlights while Sophie read the news and Facebook posts on her phone. She got into bed naked and Jim knew that meant she wanted sex.

  She lay with her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t asked about last weekend.”

  Jim smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I didn’t want to pry.”

  “We both know that you really do.”

  Her giggle made his heart flutter. “Hmm, maybe I do—a little bit.”

  Sophie climbed on top of him, squashing his dick between their bodies. She ground her pubic mound against it and he began getting hard.

  He took a breath. “Okay, tell me what it was like to have sex with a man you never saw.”

  He felt her smile against his neck. “Faces are overrated.”

  “Mm. Maybe he was ugly and that’s why you weren’t allowed to look. Or maybe it was G-J’s butler.”

  Sophie pushed herself up, reaching back to guide his cock inside her. She let out a sigh as he slid all the way in, then raised her eyebrows at him. “I don’t care who he was—he felt good.”

  “You didn’t want to feast your eyes?”

  “No, touch was enough.”

  Jim considered the idea, nodded. “What if it was me?”

  Sophie laughed. “That did cross my mind. You could’ve been in the cockpit of the jet—I’d never have seen you. Then you could have travelled in a different car, gone straight to the hotel while I was at lunch.” She smiled. “But it wasn’t you. I know exactly how you feel.”

  Jim was enjoying her wetness and pushed in harder, running his hands over her bum. “Was his cock big?”

  Sophie started to move her hips, riding him. “It was big enough.”

  “Oh? Big enough for what?”

  “Big enough for me. Big enough to get me off, to make me come twice.”

  “And we both know how much you like coming.”

  Sophie’s breathing was heavy in his ear. “Hmm, and I’m going to do it again pretty soon.”

  Jim pressed her shoulders back a little until he could look into her eyes. “I’ll race you?”

  She pushed down against his pubic bone and he banged into her from below, his thrusts raising her off the bed. They came together, both crying out with their release.

  Eventually Sophie rolled off, lying flat on her back on her own side of the bed, panting. “Wow. That was nice.”

  Jim draped his arm over her stomach. “You’re welcome.”

  She giggled. “I’ve wanted that all week.”

  Jim saw her smile fade, a serious expression tightening her face, and wondered what he’d done wrong.

  Sophie took his hand in hers. “You don’t have to be distant when I get back.”

  He smiled, pleased that she’d noticed he’d been waiting. “I just didn’t want you to think I was using you.”

  “I may be fucking other people, but I’m doing it for both of us to enjoy.” She kissed his cheek. “That way I get to enjoy it twice—when it happens, and again when I tell you about it.”

  “That sounds okay to me.” He took a breath, deciding to be honest about his own intentions. “Sara suggested we meet up when you’re on your next adventure.”

  Sophie looked surprised, but then smiled. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure I will. But to be honest, there’s someone else I’d quite like to hook up with.”

  Sophie’s eyes opened wider. “Oh?”

  “Yeah, someone I met at the party in the mansion.”

  “A certain dark-haired woman with a hot mouth, by any chance?”

  He laughed. “No, not her—although given the chance I wouldn’t mind. But I met someone else earlier on. She was quite a bit older than us, but she was nice.”

  “Nice?” Sophie smirked at him. “When you say nice, you mean you fancied her?”

  Jim shrugged noncommittally, but then nodded. Why deny it? “Yeah, she’s sexy.”

  “Fine. Fuck her, and tell me about it afterwards.”

  “We’ll see. There’s every chance I’ll never meet her again.” Jim patted his pillows and turned the light off.

  Sophie moved closer under the covers, her arm on his chest. “Do you know her name?”

  “Yeah. It’s Naomi.”

  “Describe her. What was she wearing at the party?”

  “Slim and blonde. Blue dress.” He could picture her now.

  “How much older?”

  “I don’t know, somewhere in her forties.”

  “Did you meet her husband?”

  Jim smiled, wondering if Sophie was planning another foursome like the one with Sara and Billy. “She’s divorced, but apparently her ex still attends the parties with her.”

  Sophie was quiet for a few seconds, then kissed his shoulder. “It’s fine.”

  * * * *

  Jim heard nothing more from Sara over the following week, and Sophie hadn’t mentioned any contact with G-J.

  On the Friday, as they so often did, Jim and Sophie met at home and then Jim drove them out for an after-work drink at Joe’s Bar in the middle of town. They chatted at the bar with a few of the regulars before finding a free table.

  Sophie was on her second glass of white wine. “Have you remembered we’re going to Darren’s barbecue tomorrow afternoon?”

  Jim nodded. “Been thinking about it all week. What’s his wife like? Is she my type?”

  She smiled sweetly and kicked him under the table at the same time. “His wife is very nice, but you are not to go near any of the women there. It’s not that sort of party, and they’re not that sort of people.”

  Jim smiled, enjoying her discomfort. “You mean they’re not our sort of people?”

  She looked a little surprised by his comment, but then nodded. “Yes, I suppose that’s exactly what I mean.”

  Jim wondered if Sophie was upset. She didn’t look particularly upset, but he was never sure what to think when she went quiet. He changed the subject with the excellent news that his firm’s profits had been better than expected, so his bonus would be, too. He chuckled as she quickly ear-marked the extra money for a large American-style fridge-freezer for their upc
oming renovations.

  While Sophie went to the bar to get herself another large glass of wine and Jim another glass of carbonated water, Jim went to the loo. When he returned a couple of minutes later Sophie was still at the bar, chatting to a group of early-twenty-somethings. Jim watched them from the table. Her knee-length skirt hugged her hips and bum, and her calves were emphasised by the high heels. But the thing that most struck Jim was how flirtatious her body language was. She looked in complete control of the situation, with four men all taking turns to say something to impress her. Jim tried to remember if she’d always had this confidence, or if it was something she’d acquired in the months since they’d embarked on their new lifestyle. As she made her way back towards him, Jim saw all the men watching her from behind, then one of them made a comment which made the others snigger. Jim smiled to himself. If they only knew...

  She sat down and gave him a smile.

  Jim picked up his glass and looked back toward the bar. “Looks like you have quite a fan club.”

  Sophie leaned forward with a grin. “Yes, it seems you’re not the only bloke who’s into older women.”

  Jim laughed out loud. “Touché!”

  They spent another forty minutes or so there, then left. As they walked to the car, Jim could sense that Sophie was a little tipsy. She held onto his arm tight and leaned hard against him. Her perfume was strong in his nostrils and he wondered if she’d sprayed more on since they’d left home.

  Joe’s was on the pedestrianised main street, and the carpark was a few minutes’ walk away. It was a warm clear evening, the town busy with people out enjoying the start of the weekend. It was a little after nine-thirty and the moon was already bright in the sky.

  As they passed an off-licence, Sophie looked in and then back at Jim. “Why don’t you bring the car to the end of the road while I nip in to get a bottle of wine to take home, and a couple to take to the barbecue tomorrow?”

  It took him a few minutes to get back to the car and then he had to go round the one-way system to get back to where he’d arranged to meet Sophie. Relieved to see she wasn’t standing on the pavement waiting for him, he pulled the car over to the kerb. After what felt like five minutes, he began to wonder if he was waiting in the wrong place. She’d said ‘the end of the road’, and to Jim this was it. The opposite end of the pedestrianised main street was also ‘the end of the road’, but much farther from the off-licence. No, he was sure this was the right place. He stepped out of his car and looked down the street, but there was no sign of her. He couldn’t leave his car—it was strictly no parking—so he sat back behind the wheel with the engine running. He checked his phone for any text messages from her. Then his watch. He’d left her at the shop door nearly twenty minutes ago. He was just about to phone her when the car door was pulled open and Sophie climbed in.

  “Where’ve you been?”

  Sophie put the bag of bottles onto the floor between her feet and turned to get the seatbelt. “Sorry.”

  She sounded breathless and her hair was a little out of place. She’d probably run up the road, and Jim felt guilty for being abrupt. He knew she often spent ages reading all the labels before choosing wine to buy.

  Jim stroked her leg. “I was just a bit worried, that’s all. Did you find what you wanted?”

  She giggled. “I found something I think we’ll both like. Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  His curiosity piqued, Jim drove toward their house.

  As soon as they got out of the town centre, Sophie squeezed his knee. “Don’t drive us home, let’s take a quick detour.”

  He looked over at her, puzzled. “Where to?”

  She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Drive out towards Cleveton.”

  Cleveton was once a sand quarry, but had been landscaped into a country park with a scenic trail through woods surrounding a lake. “It’ll be closed by now. The carpark gates shut at eight.”

  “I know, but there’s a layby on the lane next to it.”

  A few minutes later Jim found the lane and pulled off the road. Theirs was the only car around.

  Sophie unclicked her seatbelt and looked into his eyes as she undid his seatbelt, too. “We don’t want this hindering my access.”

  He kissed her head, smiling. “Has all the wine gone straight to your libido?”

  “I suppose it must have done.” She undid his zip and slipped her hand through, her fingers quickly finding their way inside his shorts and onto his cock.

  Jim was a little taken aback, but he certainly wasn’t going to start complaining. Maybe getting chatted up by men ten years younger than her had made her feel extra-sexy.

  As soon as she’d released his cock from his trousers, she dropped her head into his lap and enveloped him in her mouth, making him groan. She bobbed her head for a short while as he stroked her hair. By the time she released him from her mouth, Jim had a full erection.

  Sophie put her face close to his. “I like sucking cocks.”

  Jim was surprised at her crudeness but tried to keep things light. “Well luckily for you, I like having my cock sucked.”

  She dropped her head and sucked him again, her teeth scraping a little painfully against his glans. Then she straightened and looked into his eyes again. “I know you do. But then, all men like having their cocks sucked.”

  Jim nodded, but felt a coldness creeping into his stomach. It seemed like Sophie was building herself up for an argument of some sort. Alcohol could do this to her, sometimes.

  Her hand still gripped the base of his cock. “But how do I know that all men like having their cocks sucked?”

  This was probably a rhetorical question, but Jim felt obliged to offer an answer anyway. He also wanted to avoid any confrontation. “Because you’ve recently read a survey on what men like?”

  Sophie laughed and shook her head. “No, that’s not it. Although if you have a copy of that survey, I wouldn’t mind reading it for future reference.” She slid off her seat so that she was kneeling in the passenger-side foot well. While holding eye contact with him, she slowly leaned over to his side of the car and licked all around the tip of his cock.

  Jim let out a deep sigh.

  “Shall I tell you how I know that all men like getting their cocks sucked?” Her voice now sounded more playful than confrontational.

  Jim watched her face, relieved. “I suppose it’s because you can see it in their eyes.”

  She smiled at his answer. “Exactly. Does it bother you that I suck other cocks?”

  Jim shook his head. “No—the cocks are just pieces of meat.”

  Sophie’s laugh was a sexy giggle, the one she only tended to use during foreplay. “That’s right. But although I like sucking cocks, sometimes I only do it for a particular reason. Can you guess what that might be?”

  Jim shook his head, unsure of what she was getting at.

  She took him deep into her mouth and used her hand to wank the base at the same time. Then she raised her head and looked into his eyes. “Sometimes I only suck a cock to get it hard, so it can fuck me.”

  Jim smiled, expecting Sophie to climb onto his lap.

  Sophie knelt up so her head was resting on his chest, her eyes looking up into his. “And that’s why I did it earlier.”

  “Well, I’m hard now.”

  She giggled. “I know you are, but I wasn’t talking about your cock.”

  He struggled to understand. “What are you on about?”

  Sophie released his cock and reached into her handbag. She took out her phone and tapped the icons a few times. Then she held it up so Jim could see the screen. A video clip was ready to play.

  “What’s that?” Jim felt the coldness return to his stomach, but his cock seemed to grow a little harder.

  “It’s a recording of what I did after I’d bought the wine.”

  Dread and lust fought for space in his thoughts. “Who with?”

  Sophie licked her lips. “I thought we’d agreed that di
dn’t matter. He’s just meat.”

  “You met him in the off-licence?”

  Sophie nodded. “I caught him staring at my arse and legs, and asked if he wanted a closer look.”

  Jim stared at her. His mouth dropped open, but he had no words.

  “He said he did, so I took him down an alleyway and sucked his cock until it was hard, then let him fuck me against a wall.”

  Jim shook his head. “Why?”

  “Because I was horny, and because I wanted to give you a treat.”

  “Me?”

  Sophie nodded. “I’m going to suck you off while you watch the video.”

  With that, she pressed the arrow icon in the centre of the screen and passed her phone to Jim. For the first few seconds the image was wobbly and the sound muffled. Sophie lowered her head and took Jim’s cock back into her mouth.

  Jim sat in his car and watched the video. The phone had obviously been held by Sophie at arm’s length. He saw her crouched down on bent knees, undoing the belt of someone wearing dark jeans. He was leaning against a brick wall. The angle of the camera dipped momentarily to show their feet—Sophie’s high heels and the guy’s blue trainers. Then the camera moved up and he saw the man’s cock in her hand. Jim saw her tongue lick the tip once, then she opened her mouth, pushed her head forward and the dick disappeared. He noticed she was looking up at the man, presumably holding eye contact.

  Meanwhile, Sophie was sucking and using her hand on Jim. He looked down and her eyes were closed, her breath bursting in short pants through her nose.

  Back on the phone screen, Sophie pulled her head back and smiled. Her hand released the other man’s cock and it stood proud and hard through his jeans. The screenshot wobbled again, showed a temporary shot of the ground, and then settled back on the couple. They’d changed places, and Sophie was now pressed with her back to the wall. A fleeting glimpse of their heads showed the man had short dark hair, but then the camera was aimed lower. Jim saw the guy fumbling with Sophie’s skirt, exposing more of her legs as the material was bunched up. The man held his cock in his hand and bent his knees slightly. The sound of Sophie moaning was accompanied by the screenshot shaking.