The Swingers' Club Boxed Set: All eight cuckoldry and swinging stories in one volume

by Sadie Somerton

  Her mouth worked down between Selena’s spread legs, probing and parting, the tip of her tongue pressing up and finding Selena’s clit – so intense! – and starting to circle around it.

  Selena put a hand down, and pushed Nadia’s head lower so that her tongue pressed against her opening and then slid inside.

  Nadia started to roll her head from side to side as she fucked Selena with her tongue, a movement that somehow created so many sensations of pressure, sliding, probing... Her upper lip pressed against Selena’s clit, a delicious pressure.

  Selena looked up then, aware that things had changed around her.

  Martin was closer now, watching them. He reached for his pants, undid the buttons, let them fall. Pulled his boxers down and his long dick sprang out.

  He dropped to his knees too, now, one hand wrapped around his shaft, his fist pumping hard.

  Selena didn’t know where to look, her eyes flitting between Martin’s eyes, his dick, and then across to where Nadia’s head was buried.

  Martin shuffled closer, still pumping his hard dick in one hand.

  Closer still, and he kissed her.

  Nadia started to sense the growing urgency in Selena’s movements now. She slid her mouth up to Selena’s clit again, clamping her lips hard around it and flicking with the tip of her tongue. As she did this she slid a finger into Selena’s cunt and started to thrust in and out, fast.

  Martin pulled away then, a look of surprise on his face.

  He looked down and Selena followed his look. It wasn’t just his hand on his dick any more. A small blonde woman had moved to join them, her long fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling and twisting. Then, as Selena watched, the woman dipped her head down and took Martin in her mouth.

  Eyes fixed on Selena, Martin raised an eyebrow, almost as if to check that she was okay with this.

  She reached for his head, and pulled him down into another kiss.

  She felt as if her whole body was going to explode. So many sensations! The visual of Martin being sucked by another woman. The tenderness of his kiss. The steady working of Nadia’s tongue and mouth, her fingers...

  Martin pulled away and Selena took a long, juddering breath. When she turned her head to the other side there was another dick there, a man’s hand wrapped around it, pumping hard.

  She reached for it, wrapped her fingers around its broad shaft, and guided it into her mouth.

  Took it deep, then slowly pulled away.

  Turned to kiss Martin and then she really was going to explode as a wave of tightening ripped through her pussy, her abdomen, her whole body tightening up and then releasing as orgasm took her hard. After that first tightening, Nadia rode her orgasm expertly, holding still, pressing at just the right moments, in just the right places, to draw out another wave of tightening, another. Another. Each less than the one before, until it was just that delicious sensation of wet mouth on her, of fingers relaxed inside her, of bare skin against bare skin.

  §

  Later, much later, Martin and Selena lay tangled on a sofa. Content, chilled, watching the party all around them.

  “You okay?” asked Martin, and Selena nodded.

  “I’m good,” she said. “You?”

  “Good.” Then, after a long pause: “So what haven’t we done?” That had become a standard line on this mad tour of Europe’s great cities.

  She laughed and looked up into those mesmerizing dark eyes of his. “I don’t know,” she said. “But if there’s anything else you want to do I bet we could do it here at this party.”

  Bringing it Home

  Europe had been mad.

  Two weeks traveling from city to city, a few days here, a day or two there. Rome, Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris and then, finally, Barcelona. It had been the trip of a lifetime and Selena and Martin had packed so much in, but they’d returned home exhausted.

  When you go on a trip like that, exhausted is just about what you would expect. All those aches from traveling, from walking for miles and hauling your luggage around train stations and airports. Coming home with a mind crammed with memories and images, too, all of them blurring and running together.

  What you probably don’t expect is for those memories to include visuals – such intense, vivid images – of your partner looking at you, his eyes widened as if in surprise, as a small blonde woman buries her head in his lap, her head bobbing in and out.

  Images of looking down your own body and seeing a golden-haired woman with her head buried between your legs, and that intense physical sensation of lips and tongue sweeping across your pussy, sliding between your labia, teasing the hood of your clit and then flicking at that hard, wet bud.

  Of turning your head and seeing a fat, erect penis just inches from your face, a meaty hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping hard.

  Of reaching for that penis, taking it in your hand, drawing it into your mouth... That salty sweetness of a new dick, the taste of it familiar and yet subtly different. The pulsing of its shaft in your mouth, as you flick your eyes back, find your partner and renew eye contact with him as you drive your head down, feel coarse hair bristling across your nose and cheeks as you take that fat dick whole, feel its head pulsing in the back of your throat as you swallow on it, over and over, knowing how much guys love that tightening, slipping sensation.

  And later, lying tangled in a heap on a sofa while the party carries on around you.

  “You okay?” Martin had asked, then, and Selena had nodded.

  “I’m good,” she’d said. “You?”

  “Good.”

  She’d looked down his slender body then, and seen his dick lolling to one side, still wet from another woman. Moving down, dragging teeth across his belly, she hit that sensitive spot just inside his hip bone that always makes him jump.

  She took him in her hand, loving the sensation of feeling him soft like that. So intimate.

  Turning the head of his dick towards her face, she’d leaned down and taken him into her mouth.

  The taste of her. The woman whose name neither of them knew. The little blonde one who’d sucked Martin and then ridden him hard while Selena had watched. A salty, musky tang.

  That feeling of soft dick starting to fill out, an almost alarming sensation as it expanded inside her mouth. Drawing away to accommodate his size as softness became semi-hard and then fully hard, rigid.

  Looking up his body to lock gazes with those mesmerizing dark eyes.

  So many memories, so many sights and sensations.

  The trip hadn’t been the same after that. Next morning they’d found their way back to their hotel, packed their things and then caught a tram up to Centraal Station for the train to Paris. They’d hardly said a thing about that night afterwards. On the train journey south, Selena had dozed, drifting between dreams and intense flashbacks to the night at the Amsterdam swingers’ party.

  She’d had a lot to take in. Adjustments to make.

  Even now, back home again, she wasn’t quite sure if their choosing not to talk about that night was an awkward silence or a reflection of how right it had all seemed that night.

  Maybe an odd mix of the two.

  She couldn’t deny that she had a possessive streak, and seeing Martin with those other women that night had made her just a little territorial over him. But at the same time, in her gut she’d known their relationship was the stronger for it: the trust, the shared exploration.

  And above all that, when she’d woken from those dreams, when she’d drifted from flashback to flashback, she had to acknowledge that she was incredibly turned on by it all. Seeing him like that. Him seeing her like that. And, when their eyes had locked, that powerful paradox of being with him even as she explored all that the party had to offer.

  §

  “You okay?”

  Selena nodded, and took another sip of her coffee. They were out for breakfast at a little diner a couple of blocks from their home, an early start before they headed on to work.


  “You seem miles away.” Those dark eyes had a way of fixing on you and seeing deep.

  “Just thinking back,” she said. “That was such a trip.”

  “Amsterdam?” he asked. He knew her so well. He’d read exactly where her reminiscing had taken her, and that now was the moment when they would finally get things out in the open.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” she said.

  “Me neither.”

  “It surprised me, I think–”

  He reached out and put a hand on her forearm. “It’s okay,” he said. “We both got carried away. Place like that...” Before ending up at that party they’d wandered the city’s famous Red Light District, had a few drinks, and then gone to one of the sex theaters...

  “There was a moment,” she said. “One moment that keeps coming back to me.”

  He raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue.

  “You on your knees... watching Nadia go down on me. Your pants around your thighs. Your dick hard. Jerking off while you watched me and then that look of surprise on your face and you looked down and there was another hand on your dick. That blonde woman. Then, even as I watched, the way she just ducked her head down and started to suck you...”

  A slight squeeze on her arm. “Like I say,” Martin said, “we both got carried away.”

  She looked at him. For a man who could usually read her like a book, just sometimes he could be particularly slow. She covered his hand, where it rested on her arm. “No,” she said. “I don’t mean it like that, honey. What I mean is... wasn’t that just the most horny, sexy thing you’ve ever done? Seeing you turned on like that, watching you respond to a different touch. Such a turn-on!”

  He glanced around – had she spoken too loud? When he looked back he was smiling. He must have started to realize he didn’t need to feel guilty, didn’t need to do the whole sensitive thing over that one wild night.

  “What was she like?”

  He looked down, away, then back up and fixed her with his look. “She did a thing,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Where she jammed her mouth tight around me and then ground down into my lap. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “How so?”

  “It was such an unexpected mix,” he explained. “Tight and hard, but then the softness of her tongue, the wetness... It was almost too much, too intense, but the kind of ‘too intense’ where you’re just begging for her to do it one more time.”

  “Are you hard now?” She trailed a finger nail over the back of his hand, and then along his wrist to his forearm.

  He nodded.

  “Are you thinking of that mix of stubbornness and curiosity I have? Of how you know I’m just going to have to try that on you until I get it right, and that’s exactly why you just told me in such detail?”

  That smile broadened, and he nodded again.

  “And are you going to be horribly frustrated that it’s now eight-fifteen and I have to get to the office for a nine o’clock meeting?”

  He shrugged. “That gives us fifteen minutes until you have to catch the train,” he said, “and I’m sure we can find somewhere discreet. I promise you: it’s really not going to take that long if you get it right.”

  She sat back and slapped his hand, a little harder than she’d intended. He laughed and she laughed, too, then she stood, fixed him with a look, and said, “Well what are you waiting for?”

  §

  Later, at the office, her mind drifting away from another dull meeting about stock monitoring and new labels for the boutique franchise she ran in a big department store, Selena texted him.

  Were you thinking of her when I did that? xxxx

  Back there, in the alleyway by the station, she’d glanced up and seen that faraway look in his eye. She’d pulled slowly back, her tongue squeezed hard up against the underside of his dick, and he groaned.

  Her. Is that bad? xx

  She’d known he would give her an honest answer.

  No. *good*. ;) Richer. Fuller. Good. I like to know what’s in your head. I like that you have memories like that xxxxx

  She hesitated, then keyed another message:

  Don’t have to just rely on memories, tho. ;) xxxx

  There was a delay before his answer popped up, and then it was just:

  ???

  Now it was Selena’s turn to hesitate, before finally she replied:

  There must be others. Here. People who like to play. xxxxx

  §

  They talked about it that night. It was a scene that was new to both of them, and it soon became clear they had little idea how to go about learning more.

  “The internet?” Martin suggested. They Googled swinging and sex clubs in the area, but didn’t find much.

  “It’s like Prohibition,” said Selena. “Are we really in, well, the driest part of the country?”

  “Go back,” Martin said, then, and she clicked the Back button.

  “What was it?” she asked. The screen was full of stills from videos, big-breasted girls in lingerie. “It’s all ads for live streams,” she said. “Is that the best we can find?”

  He pointed to an image in the sidebar, a black girl looking surprised to find herself impaled on two dicks. “That,” he said. “You ever liked the idea of that?”

  She laughed, then reached for him, a hand to his face and the other hooking into his belt so that her fingertips slid down inside his pants and brushed against that tangle of thickening hair.

  “More,” she said, in a low voice, pressing down with her middle finger, finding the base of his shaft. “I’d want to suck one, too. Have them all around me, waiting their turn or just jerking off. You like?” She unbuckled his belt, then popped the top button of his pants. “So what would you do?” she asked. “Would you be fucking me? Would you be the one in my ass? Or would you prefer to watch? Watch me being fucked by as many men as I can handle?”

  Somewhere behind them the laptop clattered to the floor, forgotten.

  §

  “Hey! So are you going to tell me all about your trip? I can’t believe I haven’t seen you since then.”

  Selena stood face to face with Julie on the crowded train after a long day. At that moment it occurred to her that the last time she had been in such close bodily contact with another woman in public had been at the swingers’ party in Amsterdam.

  “And while you’re at it, you can tell me what you’re smiling at.”

  “You wouldn’t believe me,” said Selena. Julie was such a quiet and reserved character, and Selena loved the diminutive redhead dearly. She wouldn’t get it, though. Mid-twenties and divorced, Julie had vowed never to marry again and from what Selena could pick up she kept her life very much on the straight and narrow. Prim and proper: that was Julie.

  The train jolted, and Selena caught Julie as they staggered together and they both laughed.

  “Shall we dance?” said Selena, but no-one in the crowded space around them smiled.

  “So what did you think of Berlin?” asked Julie. “That’s one of my favorite places. Did you try the currywurst?”

  Selena nodded. Martin had loved currywurst – chopped sausages doused in tomato sauce and heaps of curry powder, and sold from street-side stalls – but it had been too odd a mix of flavors for her.

  “Where else did you go?”

  “Amsterdam was next,” said Selena.

  “Fun?”

  There was something about the way Julie said that – the look in her eye, perhaps – that sparked Selena’s sense of mischief. Already close and intimate with Julie in the press of the train, she dipped her head so that her mouth was close to her friend’s ear. “Do you know the kinds of things they do in the sex theaters there?”

  She said it just loud enough for Julie to turn pale, for her eyes to dart about, checking to see if anyone had heard.

  Then, Julie said, “Like... what kind of things?”

  “Well there was the stripper with the banana,” said Selena.
“You wouldn’t think a banana could take that kind of treatment.”

  There was an older guy behind Julie listening in now. And how many others?

  Another jolt from the train and Selena put a hand on Julie’s waist to steady herself. Leaving it there – so intimate! – she said in a stage whisper, “And do you know, they actually do it on stage?”

  “‘It’...?”

  Selena felt a little guilty then, at the way Julie kept looking around to see if they were being overheard. She couldn’t resist, though. She nodded, and said, “On a circular rotating bed so you can see from every angle. Right there in front of you. And do you know what? It was just about the least horny thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Julie laughed, and at that moment Selena made eye contact with the eavesdropper and he looked away hurriedly. Enjoying herself, she turned back to Julie and went on: “Do you know what was horny, though? One of the strippers worked the audience... she had a lace-up g-string and she made me undo the last tie, so I leaned forward and did it with my teeth!”

  Julie’s eyes were wide now. “Really? You did that? Didn’t the bouncers throw you out? I thought...”

  Selena shook her head. “The opposite,” she said. “The dancer invited us to a private party after the show.”

  “Did you go?”

  Selena just smiled, leaving Julie and everyone crammed around the two of them to fill in the gaps.

  She left it at that. She’d embarrassed and shocked her friend enough for one train journey.

  Later, though, once the crowding had thinned out and it was just the two of them standing by the train door, it was Julie who picked up the conversation again. “So what was it like?” she said. “The party?”

  Selena looked into those big green eyes, wondering how much she should tell. Then she decided to stop over-thinking: Julie had asked a question, so she answered. She told her friend about how drinks with Nadia after the show had become an invitation to a party. She told her about the things they had seen, the things people had been doing, and about how Nadia had gone down on her while Martin watched.