SWING! Adventures in Swinging by Today's Top Erotica Writers

by Jacqueline Applebee

  I swallowed a mouthful of red wine, welcoming the blush of alcohol—the drink that I gulped quickly warmed me. I felt another source of heat as Sean swept his hand up my dress. The maid watched us intently for a moment, and then he winked at me, and continued on his way, leaving Sean to caress my thighs with gentle touches.

  “Who was that maid?” I asked, as Sean's fingers ran along the lace edge of my knickers.

  “That was Estelle's husband,” he muttered into my neck. He kissed me lightly, but before I could respond, he stopped. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

  In the front room, we paused to watch a woman being tied up by an able man whose hands moved with precision. He created a rope dress on the woman, using a single length of white rope to bind her, while accentuating her breasts, bottom and thighs. The pale lengths contrasted with her dark brown skin, and it was an impressive sight to see. The man then helped the woman to her knees, and proceeded to unzip his pants. I instinctively glanced away for a moment—he couldn't be doing what I thought, could he? The kneeling woman looked over to me as she opened her glossed lips. She sucked the man's dick into her mouth, and I was hypnotized by the amazing sight. Everything seemed to slow down as her full lips gripped him; I could see the veins in the man's wide dick, and the way the woman's mouth was being stretched with every swallow. The man above her was definitely enjoying himself.

  “You like sucking cock don't you?” he teased. “Suck my cock, go on, you love this, you little slut. Suck it, suck it good.”

  After a few moments of his vocal encouragement, the woman withdrew, and looked up at the man sharply.

  “Yes, I like sucking cock! Now will you just let me do it in peace?” she snapped, irritation clear in her French accented voice.

  Sean and I both laughed discreetly at her brazen attitude. I was glad that she had told the man to be quiet. The woman went back to blowing the now-silent man with enthusiasm. She really was good at it. The man held her head as he jerked against her, and then froze as he came. Another man walked alongside, and helped the woman up. Together with the first man, they both untied her, and then they started stroking her gently. The threesome shared a big hug before looking over to Sean and me in a friendly way.

  “She's the best cock-sucker on the South coast,” the first man said as an introduction. “Yasmin is a real expert.”

  I looked at Sean hesitantly—I could almost visualize Yasmin with her mouth wrapped around his cock, while she sucked him like a professional.

  “Maybe later,” Sean replied to the unspoken question breezily. He sounded as if he were turning down a cup of tea.

  The threesome linked hands and walked away, with Yasmin still naked between the two men.

  “God, that was so tempting,” Sean remarked, once they were out of earshot.

  “Why didn't you go for it?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Oh, I have plans for us,” he said with a knowing look. I tingled at the thought of what might happen, and it was then that I realized, with some surprise, that I was no longer nervous. I supposed that after watching a live-action blowjob, I must have loosened up a bit.

  “You're going to be okay, aren't you?” Sean asked. This time I had no hesitation as I nodded my head and squeezed his hand.

  “Good girl. I'll be back in a bit.” Sean scooted off. I wandered back to the garden, listening to the sounds of moans that rose above the jazz music. The garden was almost empty now, but someone had set up a table groaning with food. With all the energy that would no doubt be expended this evening, I was sure that everything would be eaten.

  As I helped myself to some cold sliced meat, a young woman walked up to me.

  “Hi, I'm Natalie,” she said, and popped a strawberry in her mouth.

  “Nicky.” I bit on a thin slice of beef, suddenly hungry.

  “Is this your first time?” Natalie inquired.

  “Am I that obvious?”

  She giggled, before explaining, “No, it's not that. It's just that I'm sure I would have remembered someone as lovely as you.” She ran a fingertip along my arm as she spoke. I willed myself to look at the colorful display of food, and I silently gulped the mouthful of roast beef that I had been chewing. My mind quickly processed Natalie's soft words and her gentle touch. “If you want some fun later, just give me a shout,” she continued.

  I nodded dumbly, willing Sean to come back. Natalie was very pretty, but I had never considered being with another woman before. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, and that made me feel even more like a fish out of water than I previously had.

  “There's no pressure, but it's nice to see another Unicorn here,” Natalie remarked cryptically.

  “Unicorn?” Had I heard right?

  “You know, another single woman at a swing party—we're as rare as unicorns,” she said pointing between the two of us.

  Natalie looked over my shoulder, and the woman who had spanked Ray stepped past me to hug her tightly. I took a gulp of wine and moved to a discreet distance, watching the two women kiss each other fondly. The kissing was soon followed by stroking, caressing, and enthusiastic groping. The older woman held Natalie's chestnut hair in a firm grip while they kissed, and that made something stir inside me—I loved being held tightly during sex, and I adored the feeling of being made to accept anything Sean would give to me. Yasmin and her ropes sure looked pretty, but it held little appeal, whereas Natalie being restrained by pure physical strength was a whole different matter. I longed to feel that, and I hoped that I would experience it tonight.

  Sean reappeared a few moments later, with Ray, the birthday boy, in tow. I suddenly felt scrutinized as Ray looked at me with appreciation. Ray was a good-looking man with a mass of freckles over his face and neck. When he smiled his boyish smile, he didn't look twenty-five; he looked an awful lot younger. Was I making excuses to get out of this arrangement? I didn't want to have sex with someone younger than I, and in reality there was only a few years difference between us, but Ray looked just about eighteen— just about legal. I wasn't sure if I could go through with this.

  “Why don't we go inside?” Sean offered innocently. As he spoke, I saw the happy, open look on his face, and I remembered why I had come here. Ray was a grown man, and I was an adult too—it was about time I acted like one and took responsibility for my desires.

  It happened so fast. One moment we were all in the garden, but the next, we were upstairs in one of the large bedrooms. I undressed slowly, not to tease, but because my nerves had returned with a vengeance. Sean was the first and so far, only man to have seen me completely naked with the lights on, so as I stepped out of my knickers, I felt incredibly self-conscious. I knew my panties were damp; I couldn't hide my arousal beneath my shyness. I wanted this. I wanted Ray.

  Sean sat on the edge of the bed, while Ray pulled me over. The silent man reached forward and stroked my face. I arched against his hand, but gasped as he dove down lower. My nipples hardened and strained towards him as he caressed me. My nerves slipped away, replaced by a warm yearning that grew in between my legs.

  “She likes her nipples sucked hard,” Sean offered the advice softly, and then he backed away, but I could still feel his eyes on me as Ray bent his head to my breasts. He kissed my nipple gently at first, but then the force of his mouth grew. I instinctively gripped Ray's short brown hair as the suction increased. Sean was right of course—I loved it. My legs opened wide, and in a smooth move, Ray wrapped them around his hips. I let him angle and adjust me, aching for him to be inside. Sean passed him a condom, and Ray slipped it on without hesitation. He winked at me before he drove all the way in, knocking the breath from my lungs with his powerful thrust. My head rolled back with the force of Ray's moves, and the action seemed to suddenly make everything clear in my mind—I realized why swingers loved their lifestyle so much. No two fingerprints are identical, no two bodies are the same, and no-one's sexual techniques are alike either. I suddenly wanted to make love with everyone in the
building—I wanted to feel their differences deep inside my pussy. I wanted to feel all those unique hands on me, and all of those unique tongues!

  My head jerked up at a soft sound; Sean had unzipped his jeans, and was now kneeling by the side of the bed, watching us intently as he fisted his cock in his hand. His honey-brown eyes were wide, and a look of concentration lay over his face.

  “Give it to him, Nicky,” he commanded, with a voice rough with lust. “Tell him what you want.”

  I looked from Sean to Ray, my whole world melting before my eyes. This had gone so far beyond a fantasy, it was unreal.

  “Please,” I begged, surprised at how desperate I sounded. “Please hold me tighter. Screw me harder.”

  I felt every ounce of muscle in Ray's lean body as he held me in a clinch. I was consumed, unable to move, and forced to be still in his iron-hard grip.

  “You're doing great, baby,” Sean encouraged. I tried to respond, but all my words had dried up. It was if the only thing in existence was Ray's dick slamming inside me—the heavy piston movements that generated ferocious heat. I felt myself at his total mercy. Ray began to grunt like a caveman at this point, with every shove followed by an animal-like sound. My clit was so full that it felt rock hard, and so sensitive that every brush of Ray's body made it twitch. I came, jerking in the restricted space, and Ray exploded seconds after.

  “That was just amazing,” he said breathlessly. “You are one hot lady!” He wiped his forehead for effect, but I could see the layer of sweat that drenched him; he was burning up too. Ray rolled over, and lay on the bed, looking exhausted but happy. Sean lay on my other side, and hugged me.

  “Who's my brave little slut?” he asked playfully.

  “I am,” I responded in a sing-song voice. Bravery had never been so rewarding.

  I noticed movement by the open door, and was too tired to even mind the group of people standing there.

  “That was great,” one of them said with an appreciative voice. “Happy birthday, Ray!”

  Ray kissed the back of my neck, and whispered, “Let's not wait until next year before we do this again.”

  Sean's eyes lit up at that. I knew this party would be the first of many. Maybe next time I could get together with Natalie. Yasmin could blow Sean too. He'd like that. The possibilities for fun started to form in my mind, and I was so happy, I felt on top of the world.

  When I had first arrived at this event, I had said I would be okay, but as I cuddled against Sean, kissing him with thanks, I realized that I was more than okay now. I was fantastic!

  Unpacking an Adventure

  By TreSart L. Sioux

  “Trisha, did you find the coffee maker?”

  “Not yet,” I grumbled while rummaging through the cardboard box.

  God, this move had been a pain in the ass! I never realized how much shit Kimberly and I had accumulated.

  We had just moved from the hectic city to a remote little town in Kentucky. Both of us truly needed a change. Our relationship of ten years had become a little rocky from all the variety of stress in our lives and this was our final attempt to gain back what we had lost.

  We wanted the passion.

  The spontaneity.

  Lust.

  True love.

  “I must have a cup of coffee. I can't function without one.”

  “I'll tell you what. How about I go into town and get us some? I noticed a cute little coffee shop on Main Street.”

  Kimberly started opening a box. “Oh would you, honey?”

  “Sure. No problem.”

  Tenderly, she placed a kiss upon my lips. She really was the love of my life. I fell in love with her dark flowing hair and eyes as green as precious emeralds the moment I saw her in the park. Simply, we were meant to be and this move would be the ticket back to a strong relationship.

  * * *

  I decided to walk into town since it was a lovely day out. The fresh air was invigorating. This was so much different than living in the city. No cars honking or the smell of exhaust. I could hear birds happily chirping in the trees, and felt the sun shining down upon me from a blue sky.

  Relaxation.

  I made my way to the coffee shop. The aroma of beans brewing awoke my senses.

  “Hi, can I help you?”

  She was an attractive woman with blonde hair neatly pinned up. “Yes, two large regular coffees to go.”

  “Hey, you're new here, aren't ya?”

  “Yes, we just moved in.”

  She smiled. “Welcome to our town. I'm Janice and part owner of the shop.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Katherine, come out here and meet one of the new folks in town!”

  Katherine emerged from the back. She was even more attractive than Janice. Her long legs and red hair made me think of Ginger from Gilligan's Island.

  “Hi, I'm Katherine.”

  “I’m Trisha. Nice to meet you.”

  “Same here.”

  Was it just me, or was this woman looking me over? Nah, I just needed my coffee intake.

  “Ya'll moved into the old Johnson place, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “That's a beautiful home. Katherine is co-owner of the shop,” said Janice as she placed the cups on the counter.

  “We love it, but unpacking is so unbearable.”

  “Where are ya'll from?”

  “New York.”

  “Well, we're glad to have you here, and it was nice meeting you. I need to get back to work with the inventory.” On that note, Katherine left.

  “How much do I owe you?”

  Janice smiled. “It's on the house.”

  “Thanks.” I picked up the cups and headed for the door. Just as I was about to open it Janice spoke once more.

  “Hey, if ya'll need any help unpacking just let us know. We'd be more than happy to help ya out.”

  “That's very kind of you. Take care.” I really didn't know what to think of the two ladies. I mean, they seemed nice enough, but something bugged me. Was it the attraction I had for them, more so Katherine? Hell, why did I even assume they were lesbians? I knew I didn't need to think in this mode. I needed to concentrate on Kimberly and me.

  * * *

  “Wow, that's some good java.”

  I could tell Kimberly was in better spirits after taking the first sip. “Yes, they are very nice people.”

  “They?”

  “Janice and Katherine. They own the coffee shop.”

  “Oh.” Kimberly started to go through more boxes.

  “Janice said if we needed help unpacking that they'd be more than willing to lend a hand.”

  “Oh, Trisha! She was just being polite. Who the hell would want to help unpack?”

  For some reason, I felt that Janice had been speaking the truth, but decided to drop the subject.

  “I don't believe it!”

  “What?” I asked.

  Kimberly pulled the coffee pot out of the box. “Figures,” she said.

  * * *

  We’d been unpacking for a few hours when we heard a knock at the door. Kimberly went to answer while I continued working.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Hi, I'm Janice and this is Katherine.”

  “From the coffee shop?”

  “Yes, we thought we'd bring you a house warming gift.”

  “Oh, that's very nice of you. Please come on in. I think Trisha and I could use a break.”

  The women came into the living room where I was placing knick-knacks on the mantel. “So we meet again,” I said with a huge smile.

  “Yes we do,” laughed Janice.

  Katherine placed a cake on the table while Janice and Kimberly sat down.

  “I'm going to get some drinks and plates. Is there anything you two would prefer?”

  “Nah, we're not picky,” said Janice.

  I left the women in the living room and gathered up what we needed.

  While in the kitchen my mind began to play tricks on me
again. I imagined Katherine wearing black, silky lingerie, her cleavage showing, waiting for me to fondle. Oh my God! I had to stop! But I was finding it difficult. My sex life with Kimberly had gone downhill drastically. We hadn't even teased each other in almost a month. Plus, the last time we did, it was only a quickie. There had been no enthusiasm from either of us.

  “Here we go,” I said, returning. “I poured us each some tea. I hope that's okay.”

  Katherine reached for a cup. “It's fine.”

  I cut us each a slice of the cake and served. Katherine's hand gently brushed mine and I could feel my face flush.

  “So, how long have you two owned the coffee shop?” asked Kimberly.

  Katherine took a sip of her tea. “About four years. Janice and I have always wanted to open up a business in this town. We first started off small, just your basic coffees, but we've recently expanded.”

  “What do ya'll do?” asked Janice.

  Kimberly and I looked at each other.

  “Well, I'm a writer and Trisha is an editor.”

  Janice wiped the cake crumbs from the corners of her mouth. “Wow! That sounds exciting! What type of writing do you do?”

  Kimberly had no hesitation. “I create adult novels.”

  For some reason, Janice and Katherine didn't seem shocked or appalled.

  “Really? What kind of adult novels?” Guess that struck Katherine's interest.

  “Lesbian novels.”