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by Sadie Somerton


  She led her on a tour of the club, but they only made it as far as the main playroom, just beyond the bar, before Selena could wait no longer, kissing her again, pressing and grinding and exploring while Christina stared all around at what others were getting up to in here: the bare flesh, the combinations of bodies, the hard dicks and bare pussies, breasts, mouths, asses and hands.

  And all the time, that subtle play of seducer and seduced, of Christina’s finely poised balance of innocent and dominant, follower and leader.

  Christina said it was her first time with a woman, but Selena didn’t believe her. Not from the way she’d gone down on her, when Selena had dragged her off into a more private room upstairs. The way that each time Selena had started to get carried away Christina had taken control again, playing and teasing, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm over and over again and then pausing, pressing, waiting until that peak started to ebb and she could start all over again.

  The way, finally, she had started to thrust steadily with her tongue, finding a relentless rhythm and sticking to it, tongue-fucking her until she came hard against her face, and then the way she had held and pressed again, finding just the right pressure to keep that orgasm going for longer than Selena had thought possible.

  §

  Another time with Christina: was it the first time Martin had joined them? Although, thinking about it, before long it hadn’t just been Martin...

  They’d been in the playroom, surrounded by...

  Sylvester, over on a mattress in one corner of the room. Lying back, the full stretch of his lean and long black body. One girl riding him, her body contorting and writhing like she was a gymnast, or maybe a dancer. Another one straddling his face, leaning forward to embrace the first girl while Sylvester tongued her pussy and drove a finger in and out of her ass.

  A Latino woman sitting back on a chaise, a silver-haired guy buried face down in her lap while another guy stood by her face, holding his dick while she swirled her tongue around the end.

  A heap of tangled bodies, asses thrusting, arms pumping, heads bobbing.

  It was late, and things had got steamy, and that was exactly how Selena liked it.

  She smiled at Christina, put a hand to her cheek, and kissed her. Then she trailed that hand down her lover’s body, knuckles brushing against smooth skin, running down between full breasts across the flat of Christina’s belly, down to cup her pussy. She slid her middle finger along the slit of Christina’s sex, pushed further back across her perineum and in between the press of the other woman’s ass cheeks.

  Finding her asshole, she pressed that finger, lubricated with her juices. Christina gasped, her eyes popping wide. There was a slight giving sensation and Selena pushed upwards, sliding her finger into Christina’s ass right up to the second knuckle while the heel of her hand ground against her pussy.

  “You like it in the ass?”

  “I...”

  And Selena knew. That innocent thing of Christina’s was genuine. She’d married young, to an older man, Adam, and she’d never really had time to try much. It was Adam who had encouraged her to go out and explore, to live a sexual life that was full and varied. And once she had started, Christina had wanted to explore so many different things! That explained the contradictory mix in her, the blend of very adult exploration with the genuine innocence and lack of experience.

  She didn’t know if she liked it in the ass. Not yet.

  Selena started to slide her middle finger in and out of that tight opening while Martin positioned himself on the sofa behind Christina.

  Selena buried her face in Christina’s neck. Sometimes these visuals still struck her as surreal: here she was, fingering another woman while her man sat back on the sofa, his dick hard as he worked lube along the shaft and then over the head.

  “You ready?”

  Christina nodded, and Selena guided her back and down, lowering her ass into Martin’s lap.

  With one hand he spread her cheeks and with the other he held his dick upright, steering the head towards that opening.

  Selena wanted to see him sliding into her, but the angle wasn’t right; instead she stood there, holding Christina’s hands, their gazes locked. She saw that widening of the eyes again and her mouth popping open in an ‘O’, and she knew that Martin’s dick was there, pressing against that dark hole, sliding inside.

  Slowly, Christina lowered herself until she was firmly planted on Martin’s lap. She leaned back against him, and his arms coiled around her. One hand moved up to cup a breast, thumb and forefinger squeezing and pulling at the nipple, while the other moved down across her belly to the narrow strip of hair at her groin.

  Selena watched as Martin’s hand started to squeeze and roll, a thing of his she knew so well where he managed to get the pressure so exquisitely right that sometimes he could bring her to edge of climax within seconds.

  She caught his eye, blew him a slow, pouting kiss, and then dropped to her knees.

  Martin’s legs were together; Christina’s spread. Selena kissed him on one knee, dragging her teeth across the tight skin – he was always so sensitive there! – and then on up the front of his thigh.

  Soon, her cheek was against the inside of one of Christina’s thighs, and so she rolled her head to one side, caressing their lover with the crown of her head, using her cropped hair like a soft brush on that smooth skin.

  Working upwards, she watched Martin’s hand steadily working Christina’s neat little pussy, watched the rise and fall of Christina’s pelvis, watched the shifting of Martin’s balls, and then the lower part of his shaft as Christina pulled up, then watched it sliding into her as she slid back down.

  She moved her face in close, taking in the tangy, earthy scents of pussy, lube and hard-fucked ass.

  Pushing her face forward, Christina’s soft, wet labia were sliding against her, a striking contrast to the hardness of Martin’s fingers.

  She pushed her tongue out so that it slid against pussy, against fingers. Held her head still so that it was Christina doing all the work, controlling the cock in her ass and the face against her pussy.

  Dipping her head lower, she ran her tongue across Martin’s balls, swirling the tip around to push those heavy weights within their loose sac of skin. She took one into her mouth and he bucked upwards, groaning loudly. She let it slip free and ran the tip of her tongue up to the base his shaft and back down to his balls again. All the time her forehead pressed hard against Christina’s pussy, giving her something to grind against as she rode Martin’s cock.

  §

  “And of course,” said Selena, “she’d have gone straight back home that night to tell Adam all about what she’d been up to.”

  They both sat on the bed now, leaning back against pillows piled against the bedstead. Martin had an arm draped around Selena, and she had her head tucked in against his shoulder.

  His dick stood upright, hard against his belly, and Selena’s hand cupped his balls, pressing gently against the base of his shaft.

  “She always does, doesn’t she?” said Martin. “He likes that. They both do. He likes to think about her with other men. And women.”

  She pressed just a little harder.

  “You do, too, don’t you, honey? You like watching me. You like watching me with her, and with others...”

  §

  Peering up past Christina’s pussy, Martin’s hand... following the line of his arm upwards. With her face so close to the action, it was hard to see anything other than close-up flesh.

  She swept her tongue up across Christina’s pussy, and as she lifted her head she saw Martin’s face, peering down at her around Christina’s shoulder.

  They made eye contact and she recognized that look: eyes widened, mouth slightly open, a tension in his jaw. He was right on the edge – close to filling Christina’s cute ass with his juices.

  Then his eyes flitted past Selena, to...

  She felt hands on her ass, and only then did she realize wha
t it must have looked like: her head buried, her ass high – an open invitation.

  The hands were rough, strong. A man’s hands.

  They spread her ass and she felt a hard dick slap down between her cheeks. Again, and the head swept between her buttocks. Again, and this time the head came to rest against her anus.

  The dick was wet – with lube or other juices, she didn’t know.

  She gave her ass a little wiggle, felt the pressure increase, a stretching of that opening and then a sliding as the dick slipped inside. The guy – whoever he was – pushed, and she felt him slowly sliding deeper. She felt full long before he was all the way inside, but he kept on going, that slow, slow slide.

  When she really did think she could take no more, he gave one final small thrust and she felt his hips against her ass, his thighs against hers, his balls slapping against her pussy.

  She’d closed her eyes, but now she opened them, and Martin was still craning to watch, eyes wide and mouth fully open now, so close to the edge.

  The other guy started to fuck her ass with small, rapid thrusts. He was so deep inside her!

  And... down there... a hand on her, kneading her pussy. A small hand, with long nails that scratched deliciously against her smooth skin.

  A slim finger slid inside her, and the woman’s other hand found Selena’s breasts, found a nipple, and started to flick with those hard nails.

  It was hard to be sure about the sequence of events after that, there was so much at once.

  Martin pushed his head back and thrust upwards into Christina’s ass, as orgasm took him. Selena felt the tightening of his balls against her face as he climaxed. Her cheek was pressing against Christina’s pussy now, her head turned to one side. As Martin’s hand tightened, Christina jerked and came, crying out loud, her pussy tightening and relaxing in pulse after pulse against Selena’s face.

  Such a rush of sensations! Of sounds and sights and touches.

  The flicking on her nipple, the fingers deep in her pussy, and that steady pounding of her ass...

  She felt it build, all of a sudden blossoming from a dull, pleasurable ache in her belly to a wave of muscular contractions that swept through her body.

  She lost control. Her body jerked up, her legs and arms went, she was just one big orgasm, and then the next thing she knew that dick had slipped out of her and there was a hot, wet stream of semen shooting across her ass and up her back.

  She peered back, saw the guy’s fist pumping on his dick as he came over her, saw the woman – her old friend Julie – lying on the rug so she could reach, still cupping Selena’s throbbing cunt.

  Turned.

  Peered up, and saw Christina slumped in Martin’s arms, and Martin looking down, meeting her gaze, grinning.

  §

  “Yeah, I like to watch. Why wouldn’t I?”

  Tangled on their bed, in the private part of their house. Selena’s hand wrapped around Martin’s dick, lazily squeezing and rubbing.

  “You never were the possessive type, were you, hon’?”

  He shrugged. “How can you be possessive about another person? We trust each other. We love each other. I don’t own you. I don’t own this.” As he spoke, he darted a hand down to cup her pussy, a sudden, exquisite pleasure.

  “You don’t even worry about someone like Christina?” That was an unspoken thing: that somehow Christina had become entangled in their lives, something more than just one of the club regulars.

  “Our relationship has become complicated in the most delightful ways,” said Martin, with a subtle increase in pressure. “And Christina is one of the more delightful elements. No, I don’t have issues with her, babe. I like this. I love how we are.”

  “Me, too.” She started to twist her hand, her grip now firm, feeling that sliding, giving sensation of soft skin around hard core.

  “So what do you say? Remember where we started this conversation? Do we call it a day with the club, just get back to the basics of us, and our life together?”

  She knew he would be willing to do that if she wanted.

  “Maybe,” she said. “Just us?”

  He nodded.

  “I guess we could.” She drew her hand up the length of his shaft until she reached the wet head. “But... well... I was thinking. It’s a beautiful Sunday and we don’t have anything planned.”

  She paused, waiting for him to prompt her.

  “You were thinking?”

  “Well, maybe, before we get too carried away with this–” she slid her palm across the slippery end of his cock “–we could invite a few friends over. What do you think?”

  Four Play

  ...at the swingers’ club

  She’d only ever set out for a bit of fun. A chance to explore her sexuality, to try some of the things she had only previously fantasized about.

  She’d never thought she would actually start to grow close to someone, let alone to another woman – the woman who, with her husband Martin, ran the swingers’ club Christina had taken to visiting. And just to complicate matters, there was Christina’s husband, Adam. A kinder, more understanding husband you could never imagine, but more: he was a husband who gave his blessing to Christina’s adventures, a man who encouraged her to be the woman she was.

  Selena, Martin, Adam... Suddenly this adventure had become complicated.

  §

  Friday night was a club night, and by early evening Christina had let herself in to Selena and Martin’s anonymous town house, and found a stool at the bar. The place was still quiet, and there was no sign of her hosts yet. A few of the other regulars were here, though.

  Over at their usual table by the window, Marie and Lee sat quietly, surveying the room: most of the time they preferred to watch, studying new arrivals, whispering comments in each other’s ears; sometimes they would break off to kiss, to allow hands to wander, fueled by their private fantasies; and sometimes there would be something about a new arrival they liked and they would join them at the bar, chatting and flirting.

  Sylvester was on the deep sofa, two new women tucked at either side. He looked like a giant, with his arms around them like that. Christina made a mental note to seek these three out later, when they would have moved on from the bar: a tall, athletic black guy with two diminutive blondes all over him – now that was a visual to savor, even if she didn’t end up joining in.

  Sylvester caught her looking and winked. Christina dipped her head briefly in return. She’d been there, done that, and before long she felt sure she would again. Those girls were in for a treat, she could tell them that.

  Another couple sat just along from Christina at the bar. She hadn’t seen them here before. The woman was tall with close-cropped mid-brown hair that swept longer across quite captivating green eyes. She was wearing only a basque, fishnet hold-ups and – Christina craned to see – stunning fuck-me stilettos.

  The couple had noticed her now, and they smiled. The guy had a slightly lop-sided grin, the kind that took over his face; his salt-and-pepper hair was cropped close, and now his eyes kept flitting between his partner and Christina.

  Some nights, here at the club, it went like this. Some nights, completely out of the blue, you make eye contact with a hot couple at the bar, get talking, and pretty soon you’re wondering if it’d be rude just to...

  ...to take the woman’s face in both hands and kiss her, press soft lips to soft lips, allow your tongue to explore, allow your hands to wander and all the time, in your head, be willing her hands to start working over your body.

  ...to kiss her while the man watches, so clearly turned on by what’s happening. Pause to lean against the woman, your chin on her shoulder, so you can kiss him, too. His mouth is soft, like hers, but there’s a rasp of fine stubble as you kiss, and he tastes of whiskey.

  ...to take them by the hand and lead them on a guided tour of the club’s many rooms, or simply to lead them upstairs to one of the private rooms where you and the woman can put on a show for him, stripping
each other and playing while he watches. Right now, you can think of nothing better than burying your face in that cleavage, tasting those soft breasts, teasing nipples hard with your fingers and mouth.

  All that, in just a moment of eye contact and a smile. Christina loved that about the club: so many possibilities!

  There were a couple of empty spaces at the bar between Christina and the couple. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, moving along to the seat next to the woman.

  “We were hoping you would,” said the woman. “Have you been here before? It’s our first time. I’m Kaitlin, this is Nicholas.” Politely, she held out a hand for Christina to shake.

  “A few times.” Christina smiled at that. It was true: she had only been here a few times, but it felt such a familiar place to her, a place where at last she could drop her barriers and be herself. “I love that basque,” she said, allowing her eyes to wander down Kaitlin’s body again. Taking Kaitlin’s hand, she pulled it towards her and kissed it. Turning the woman’s hand, she kissed the underside of her wrist, the skin so smooth.

  Kaitlin gasped.

  There was that spark. There was definitely that spark.

  She’d expected Kaitlin to be hesitant, this being her first time, but no... she moved her hand to cup Christina’s jaw, then slid slender fingers back through Christina’s long, honey-blonde hair. Christina pushed her head against that hand, like a cat might, returning the pressure, luxuriating in the stranger’s confident touch.

  She sat up, finally pulling away from Kaitlin’s touch. She was so wet already! She really had hit the ground running this evening.

  “So what kind of things happen here?” asked the guy. Nicholas. His voice carried that nervous edge to it: suddenly Christina felt so very experienced – playing hostess to this couple’s first big adult adventure.

  “All kinds of things,” she told them. “The only real rules are that everyone must have been approved by Selena and Martin before they set foot in the club, and everyone has to respect other people’s boundaries. It all makes for a very safe setting, which is what you need if you’re going to explore. It’s absolutely fine to just come here and sit at the bar and do nothing. It’s fine to explore the other rooms – you can watch, you can join in, you can do things for other people to watch.”

 

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