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

by Jacqueline Applebee

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Then watch. I have other things to take care of.”

  I turned my head just as Kimberly began to shake, and before I knew it, Katherine's mouth was on my hot pussy.

  Sweat was dripping off of Janice and Kimberly. Their faces flushed from the intensity. I began to concentrate on what Katherine was doing to me. Her tongue made its way back and forth on my clit while she easily slid three fingers inside, feeling my walls and wetness. My eyes closed and I equally met her moves.

  Up and down.

  Side to side.

  What I once dreamed of was finally happening.

  I knew without opening my eyes that Janice and Kimberly were watching, which was turning me on even more. Our pace began to quicken. Tiny twinges of pleasure were circulating throughout my body, but more so in my snatch. Katherine quickly removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue.

  “My baby is going to come,” said Kimberly.

  “Kimberly, go to her now,” said Janice.

  Katherine took her tongue out and began to rub my clit. “Yes. Make your lover come.”

  This was unreal!

  Kimberly smiled and took her place. Her fingers played with my clit while she placed her tongue inside. That's all it took. The orgasm ravished my body in waves. Over and over I came until I felt like I was going to pass out.

  I was a paralyzed woman in paradise!

  A few minutes passed by in complete silence. I had to regain my composure, and when I did, it would be time to indulge in Katherine.

  Janice and Kimberly removed themselves and sat on the loveseat facing the bed. They were ready for the final show.

  Katherine leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs for all to see. I wasted no time straddling her. Giving back the passionate kiss she had given me earlier.

  Our bodies were drenched with sweat, which only turned me on even more. I played with her tits and the shiny rings. At first it was a little strange sucking on them, but I quickly became used to it.

  My tongue left a trail down her stomach and to her pussy. She let out a soft sigh once my mouth covered her clit, sucking slightly, then with more force.

  Her hands ran through my hair and pushed me in as close as I could go. I placed my fingers inside her, hearing the sound of her wetness as they went in and out.

  “That's it. Suck my pussy.”

  I could feel the stares of Janice and Kimberly. The view they must have: my ass and recently fucked pussy for both of them to see.

  I concentrated on Katherine's needs, once again in rhythm.

  “Yes, right there and don't stop.”

  That's exactly what I did. She began to move faster, her breathing becoming heavier. In a matter of seconds, she squirted her juices all over my hand and chin. I have never been with a woman who could do that.

  Again, there was silence except for Katherine's heavy breathing. I sat up in bed and wiped the sweat off my forehead wondering what we’d do next. Should we thank them? Were they spending the night?

  “That was wonderful,” said Katherine as she placed a kiss on my lips.

  Kimberly and Janice stood up and began to put their clothes on. Katherine and I did the same. Once downstairs we all hugged and wished each other a good night. Kimberly closed the door after them and turned around with a big smile.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  I could still smell and taste Katherine all over my body.

  “Oh yes.” I said, returning the smile.

  * * *

  Katherine and Janice did save our relationship. Kimberly and I couldn't have been happier. Our sex life flourished. My lover's creation level soared, and I'm now actually running behind in editing.

  I know. I'm sure the question in your mind is if we are now swingers. Well, the following week I got to find out what Janice tasted like.

  What We Do

  By Emerald

  “Want to go to Boston next week?” Jackson had asked last Friday as he arrived home from work. His company had decided at the last minute that they wanted him to help staff their annual conference, held this year in Boston. Despite his warning about how busy he would be most of the time, I had agreed.

  Now half asleep in our hotel bed, I watched his last-minute preparations for the first day of the conference. He shrugged into his suit jacket, looking palpably sexy, and marched around the room gathering the things he needed to take downstairs.

  “Okay sweetheart,” he said, coming to the bed with a smile to kiss me goodbye. “I’ll try to make it up to see you during the lunch break.”

  Had I not been so sleepy, the smell of Jackson’s aftershave coupled with the striking figure he cut in his black suit would have made it hard to resist pulling him right back down into bed with me. As it was, I found it was harder just to keep my eyes open.

  “Okay,” I yawned. “Have a good day.”

  Jackson whisked out the door. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not yet 7:30. Falling back against the pillow, I closed my eyes again and didn’t wake up until two hours later, at which time I stretched, rolled over, and pulled myself out of bed.

  I ordered room service for breakfast and decided to try to get some work done. After two hours in front of my laptop at the desk in our room, I pushed back the straight-backed, armless, and rather uncomfortable chair and decided to go for a quick dip in the pool. Locating my bikini, I slipped it on and grabbed a sarong, padding down the hallway in flip-flops.

  Entrance to the pool was only granted by walking through the fitness center, and I enjoyed the numerous mutual looks from the throng of sweaty, hard-bodied men as I wove through to get to the glass doors on the other side. I spent a half hour or so in the cool water before climbing back out to return to my work upstairs.

  With damp skin and wet hair clinging to my shoulders, I stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. The elevator stopped a few floors later on the floor where the conference was taking place. Several conference participants stepped on, their laminated name tags announcing their identities.

  I smiled at each and looked back up to watch the electronic numbers climb, but not without having noticed the magnetic cuteness of one of my new fellow occupants. He looked younger than the average age of the attendees, probably mid-twenties, with the kind of unruly curls that never failed to make me salivate, especially when paired with a suit. I loved a man in a suit (this morning notwithstanding, Jackson still had to practically fend me off some mornings when I woke to find him tying his tie in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom), and this kind of barely rumpled professional look—the illusion of formality topped by a mass of curls that was always just a little bit tousled no matter how much effort was made to control it as part of the otherwise meticulous polish—made me wet every time I encountered it.

  Though he and another participant had been in mid-conversation when they stepped on, I had seen his glance rest on me. I heard them determine that they would go off to their respective rooms now and meet for dinner later. His colleague got off at the next floor. The elevator made a few more stops and eventually emptied out, leaving only the two of us.

  I glanced at him again casually and smiled, noting his features more closely. He was tall, his eyes green beneath the mop of brown curls, his suit dark gray and very proper. His smile, as he directed it back at me, was flawless.

  “Are you here for the conference?” he asked.

  I smiled widely. “Did my outfit give it away?” I asked flirtatiously. He laughed as I answered, “No, I’m not.”

  “Cool. I am, obviously.” He rolled his eyes and gestured at his name tag. His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine. “What are you here for then?”

  As the elevator stopped, I met his eyes and said simply, “Fun.” I paused as the doors opened, then broke eye contact as I turned toward them. “This is my floor.”

  “Mine too,” he said and stepped off behind me. “Well . . . it was nice meeting you.” His eager
eyes took me in again as the elevator doors closed behind us. I smiled once more, and we headed in opposite directions down the hallway.

  When I got back to our room, I was wet from more than the pool as I dropped my sarong on the bed. Mr. Young Professional was certainly a piece of ass I could get excited about—in fact, I already had.

  I heard Jackson’s key card slip in the door only moments later.

  “Working hard?” he asked as he entered and saw me seated, still in my bikini, at the desk in our room staring intently at my laptop.

  What I was actually doing was watching my favorite Green Day video on YouTube and thinking how much I wanted to fuck the hell out of Billie Joe Armstrong. Jackson approached and glanced at the screen as he bent to kiss me.

  “Ah, drooling over Green Day again.”

  Green Day’s status at the top of my “Bands by Whom I Would Most Like to Be Gangbanged” list was well known to Jackson. Had he had the means, I was sure he would have arranged such a scenario by now so he wouldn’t have to hear me blather about it anymore.

  I clicked YouTube shut and turned my body in the chair, missing my office swivel chair at home. “How’s it going?” I asked.

  “All right,” he said, loosening his tie as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the room service menu on the nightstand. “Busy. I barely got away just now. I’m not sure how many days I’ll be able to make it up during lunch.” He threw me a regretful look as he opened the menu. “How’s your day been so far?”

  “Fine. I went to the pool this morning.”

  “So I see.” He smiled at my brief attire with a wink.

  “I met one of your conference participants today,” I added.

  “Oh?”

  “Mm-hmm. In the elevator. He was very cute. Young, a little tousled—looked like a college frat boy playing dress-up.”

  Jackson snorted, aware of the effect such a look had on me. “Ah ha. Find something to keep you occupied while I’m so busy this week, did you?”

  I smiled. I was glad he recognized so easily the interest at which I was hinting; though I knew his casual tone belied a true curiosity as to whether this was the case. And I understood that. I liked to know when he was planning to play too. In general, we let each other know in advance.

  “It occurred to me. How do you feel about that?”

  Jackson smiled somewhat ruefully. “Well, I like it better when neither of us has to resort to it simply because the other isn’t available, but I can certainly understand the temptation. I just wish it weren’t because I wasn't here to take care of you, myself.”

  “But you know it isn’t, of course,” I pointed out. I knew he knew that. “If you want me to be available just for you this week, I completely understand. It’s no problem.” It was true. It had occurred to me that he might want my undivided attention this week amidst his busy and somewhat stressful schedule.

  Jackson smiled. “Thank you, dear, but no. It’s fine.” He handed me the room service menu and gave me a characteristic wink. “Though if you wouldn't mind maybe confining it to the day so you can be here when I get back in the evenings . . .”

  As I’d suspected. “Of course darling. And I didn’t even get his name. I might not even see him again.” I went to the bed and kissed him, climbing on top of him in my still-damp bikini. Jackson eased back, running his fingers along my bare skin. His hands moved up and untied the strings of my bikini top. Then he flipped us over, pushing himself on top of me, and kissed me deeply. Lifting himself slightly to remove my bikini bottom, he undid his pants as well and slipped inside of me. I moaned, the smooth silkiness of his tie brushing against the skin between my breasts. He pushed into me deeply, slowly, my body rising effortlessly to meet his every thrust.

  Then his mouth moved to my ear, one hand snaking around to the back of my neck and grasping my hair. I knew what was coming next; a hot jolt of lust shot through me as he began to whisper in my ear, “You can fuck whoever you want when you’re here alone during the day, as long as you’re ready to bend over and take my cock at night when I get back. You want to spread your legs for all those hot young colleagues of mine, don’t you? I know you do. You like to spread the wealth of that hot pussy of yours like the little slut that you are.”

  I was panting, closer and closer to coming as Jackson pulled my hair even more tightly. He continued, still whispering.

  “You probably want to come down and take over the seminar I’m leading this afternoon don’t you? You want to walk right up to the front, strip that hot body naked, and watch all those horny businessmen in their suits line up to fuck you while I supervise. I bet that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, Victoria?”

  His words sent me over the edge, flying blindly into orgasm as my body thrashed beneath him. He kept pumping, faster now, my wetness all around us as he came into me, my hands still gripping his shoulders through the smooth white fabric of his shirt. He kissed me slowly before rolling off and rising from the bed. He glanced at the clock as he tucked his shirt back in and refastened his pants. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and touched my cheek, still filled with heat from our encounter.

  “I have to run back downstairs sweetheart. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

  I smiled blissfully, still breathless, and blew him a kiss. He stood and ran his eyes once more over my flushed naked body, then gave me a wink and headed for the door.

  * * *

  I slept in the next morning, ordering room service for breakfast when I finally rolled out of bed. Jackson was going to be busy all day and wouldn’t be back for lunch.

  “I’m going to try to cut out early tonight though and be back around five or so,” he’d said as he’d leaned over to kiss me as I lay half asleep in bed. I’d opened my eyes and reached for his tie, stroking it lightly and wanting to pull him by it right down on top of me. Jackson had chuckled as he’d backed up, running his eyes over my breasts as the covers fell away from them. “I’m going to make dinner reservations for us tonight though. Is seven okay?”

  At 6:00 that evening, I stood in front of the mirrors that made up the closet doors and applied a final coat of mascara. Jackson was due back any minute. He had called earlier to say he was stuck downstairs for longer than he’d thought he would be and would be up around now. I had on a new silver satin dress with a short flared skirt and my clear high heels that were high enough to make them look suspiciously like stripper shoes. I heard the key card in the door and turned to greet him.

  “Don’t you look fantastic,” Jackson said, removing his name tag and dropping his room key on top of the dresser. He stopped to give me a hug and appreciate the view more closely. “I’ll be ready to go in just a minute.”

  A few minutes later we walked down the carpeted hallway toward the elevator. I took his arm as we turned the corner and heard the familiar ding. “Hold the elevator please,” Jackson called as we hurried to the open door.

  Immediately, I saw my Cute Young Professional inside. His eyes lit up at the sight of me, then dimmed slightly as they moved to Jackson. I smiled widely at him as we stepped into the elevator, positioning myself right beside him so that I stood directly between him and Jackson. The other two occupants were busy conversing with each other.

  I squeezed Jackson’s hand and met his eyes. He raised his eyebrows. I sent a sly sidelong glance to Cute Young Professional and then turned my lustful gaze back on Jackson. Understanding the significance, Jackson followed my glance and then grinned at me. I suppressed the urge to giggle and saw Jackson look again over my head and nod, and I knew they had made eye contact.

  “Here for the conference?” Jackson asked the object of my attraction, sidling over beside him without moving me any further away. “I’m Jackson Blake,” he said, offering his hand and explaining his position with the company sponsoring the conference.

  “Seth Harris,” Cute Young Professional said somewhat uncertainly, glancing at me quickly before turning back to Jackson. “Yes, I’m actually just an inter
n, but my company wanted me to come for the experience.”

  They talked about their respective workplaces as the elevator door opened at the lobby floor. The other occupants exited. The three of us followed suit and paused in the elevator corridor.

  “This is my wife Victoria, by the way,” Jackson said heartily.

  I stepped forward and shook Seth’s warm hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

  Seth seemed slightly uncomfortable as he smiled back and then looked back and forth between Jackson and me.

  “Yes, she decided to accompany me even though I told her how busy I was going to be,” Jackson continued with a smile. “They’ve got me working 10-hour days here. Lot of behind the scenes setup and staffing going on. I imagine it’s not nearly so busy for you though, Seth? Maybe the two of you could get together some day while I’m off working?”

  I barely smothered a laugh of surprise. Jackson loved to mess with people—including me. Seth looked nervous, which I found understandable, and said, “Uh, well—”

  “I know Victoria gets pretty hot and horny all day up in our room all by herself. She loves fucking in hotels. Maybe you could stop by sometime when you’re free during the day and take care of her.”

  This time the laughter swelled in my throat so much I had to cough to cover it up. Poor Seth looked like he was about to swallow his tongue.

  Jackson smiled at him. “Our room is 719. Just call up during the day if you’re interested.” He offered his hand again, which Seth shook mechanically. “Nice to meet you.”

  I offered my hand too and gave Seth’s a squeeze, trying a warm smile to snap him out of his shock. Then I turned and followed Jackson, leaving my Cute Young Professional standing dazed behind us.

  “Very charming dear,” I said dryly as we approached the revolving door that led outside.

  “What? I was just trying to save you some work.” Jackson said with a smile.

  “Work?”

  “The work of hitting on him yourself and trying to explain that it’s okay with your husband if he fucks you. I know how you tire of it,” Jackson said with a wink as I pushed through the revolving door. I turned to face him as he came through it right behind me.