The heat at her loins became more intense as she contemplated the idea of having this stranger outside, in the asexual environment of the designated smoking zone.
“You’re here with your wife?”
He nodded.
“Where is she?”
“The last I saw of her she was heading toward one of the private rooms with a very attractive brunette.”
Lisa nodded. She remembered seeing two women holding hands and heading in that direction. One of them had been a brunette. The intimacy between the pair had sired a blossoming curiosity in Lisa’s sex that left her cramped with excitement and jealousy. If the two women hadn’t seemed so involved with each other she would have been tempted to find out if they were interested in forming a threesome.
“Your wife’s not letting you watch?”
“Not this time. The brunette’s pretty nervous. It’s her first time with another woman. I don’t think she wants the extra pressure of knowing she’s performing for an audience.”
Lisa nodded. “I trust your wife’s going to tell you all about it when you both get home?” Although she shaped the words into a question, she knew the answer before he said yes. It was the same way she and Larry enjoyed the parties: each going their separate way; each cultivating and collecting brand new experiences; then sharing those experiences as recollections and anecdotes that added to the intimacy of their lovemaking when they were again alone together.
“Not that I’m going to have much to tell her,” he murmured. “I’ve been something of a wallflower this evening.”
She made a sad face. Feigning exaggerated sympathy she made her expression mock-serious, stepped closer to him and continued to smoke her cigarette. “I hear you there,” she admitted. “Aside from shagging a couple of guys in the playroom I’ve hardly had anyone look at me twice this evening.”
“You’re a veritable nun,” he said wryly.
“I’m worried my virginity may have grown back,” she joked and tossed her cigarette into the darkness. Stepping in front of him, she cast a meaningful glance at the front of his sarong and asked, “Would you like to help me break my vow of chastity, you poor little wallflower?”
They reached out for each other in the same instant. He passed her a questioning glance as his mouth moved toward hers, and she nodded enthusiastic encouragement. Their lips squashed together and she was treated to the urgent pressure of his tongue pushing into her mouth. The cool cotton fabric of his sarong slid smoothly against her body. As their bodies pressed together Lisa was made aware of his thinly-veiled erection: its length, thickness and heat.
When they finally broke apart both of them were gasping.
“Before we do anything else,” Lisa began, “I have to tell you now: I work to the twenty minute rule. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“The twenty minute rule?”
“I never stay with any man for longer than twenty minutes at a party,” she explained. “Twenty minutes from now I’m going to kiss you goodbye and thank you for your time, and then I’m either going to go and find my husband, or I’ll find another man to spend twenty minutes with.”
His fingers lingered against her bare arm.
The warmth of his touch was exciting enough to send fresh shivers directly to her loins. Her need for him was accelerating at a furious speed. And yet, his leisurely style made her resist the urge to melt for him. She found herself emulating his measured and unhurried pace as she savored the foreplay of touching, teasing and talking.
“I can live with your twenty minute rule,” he agreed. Glancing at his wristwatch, frowning slightly, he added, “Although that means we’ll be saying goodbye to each other at ten-thirty.”
Lisa shrugged and pushed her fingers against his chest. Stroking her nails lightly through the folds of his sarong, gently scratching his chest and leaning in for another kiss she said, “That means we’ll have to make the most of the time we have together.”
He chuckled and leant toward her for another kiss.
As she tried to explore more of his flesh, pulling the sarong open and exposing his masculine physique, he drew her into his embrace. One hand remained on her arm, holding her firm and keeping her close. The other was behind her back, tracing the ridges of her spine, following a path downwards, and lingering over the swell of her right buttock.
Lisa shivered as their kiss continued.
His fingers slipped from her buttock and touched the crease of her sex.
She parted her legs slightly, so he had easier access. Inquisitive fingertips trailed against the moist split of her labia. As he gently stroked back and forth a surge of swelling need tickled upward through her body. Her clitoris throbbed as though it yearned for his caress. Her nipples, squashed against his chest, ached from the combination of excitement, greedy need, and lack of stimulation. Lisa pressed herself hard against him as they kissed, and she bravely resisted the urge to moan.
She lowered one hand to his groin and chased the shape of his erection through the fabric of his sarong. He was perfectly built for her needs: not so large he would cause discomfort but far from being small. She also noted, unlike Larry, this man had a foreskin rolled over the thick dome of his erection. Lisa had often thought that one of the joys of swinging, when married to a circumcised husband, was the pleasure she got from toying with a stretchy, sensitive foreskin. She reached beneath the folds of the sarong and wrapped her fingers slowly around his length.
He drew a long breath.
Gently, savoring the sensation, Lisa began to roll her fist up and down him. The sensation of having his foreskin travel back and forth was wickedly arousing. Feeling the tug of his flesh moving up and down with her hand, and watching his foreskin expose the purple flesh of his glans and then conceal it, she was almost consumed by the unfamiliar intimacy. The excitement had built quickly but with an irresistible force that made her long for more.
“Condom?” he muttered. He sounded as breathless as she felt.
Lisa snatched at her purse and removed one. Practiced expertise had her tearing the packet open and rolling the sheath down his length in mere seconds. The movement was so fluid it was almost professionally poetic.
“You want-?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Here?”
“From behind?”
Incomplete questions, suggestions, and a communication based more on guesswork and shared knowledge of The Fun Palace worked best for both of them. Within moments Lisa was turned around, facing into the party as she held either side of the door frame. Her partner stood behind her; his hands resting on her hips; and his freshly sheathed erection ploughing purposefully into her sex.
His fingers gripped tight on her hips as he pushed forward.
The movement was slow, lazy and unhurried. The languid penetration seemed to take forever and allowed her loins to swell with the mounting thrill of excitement.
Lisa accepted his drawn out penetration as she stared into The Fun Palace. She had a clear view of the dance floor and saw Larry dancing with a blonde. The pair were clearly flirting—she could see that much from Larry’s broad grin and the flutter of the blonde’s lashes—but nothing more sexual seemed to be happening between them. She smiled tightly to herself and realized she was going to provide her husband with a lot of his evening’s excitement merely by telling him of her own escapades at the party.
The idea fuelled a fresh thrill of arousal through her sex.
Deliberately, the man behind her began to slide his length from her confines. Lisa hadn’t realized he had been taking so long to fill her. His slow, languid rhythm was infuriatingly exciting. She arched her back and clenched her inner muscles tight around him. As though retaliating, he gripped her hips more forcefully and then pushed back into her hole.
The battle, agonizingly slow and beautifully fulfilling, seemed to last forever.
He pulled back to the point where she feared his length would fall from her sex. Then he pushed inside with s
o much force it was like being freshly penetrated for the first time. The night air made his length cool. The chilly sheath was an icy caress against the heat of her inner muscles. And that sensation alone was enough to have her body hurtling toward a plateau of satisfaction.
Which made it all the more frustrating when he simply stopped.
“Why twenty minutes?” he asked.
The question was so unexpected Liza had no idea what he was talking about.
“Your twenty minute rule,” he elaborated. “Why fix a time limit? And why, specifically, that particular length of time?”
Understanding finally washed over her.
She drew a faltering breath and tried to take her thoughts away from the thrill of what they had been doing to deal with the more pragmatic consideration of his question.
“Twenty minutes is long enough for me to have fun without devoting an entire night to one person,” she explained. It was the usual response she gave when someone asked about her rule. “Twenty minutes is long enough for us both to have fun—and then move on and have more fun with someone else.”
There were other reasons. The twenty minute rule allowed her a convenient and polite out if a prospective partner proved tiresome, incompatible or more demanding than she cared to tolerate. But Lisa chose to keep those points to herself.
The smoker seemed to ponder her response for a moment. His erection remained buried deep inside her. There was the slightest sway of his hips. He was no longer urging himself back and forth inside her. He was only reminding her sex that his presence remained there: stretching her muscles and filling her with a thick surge of arousal. His fingertips drew over her hips and moved up to her breasts. The tactile bliss of strange hands caressing her nipples sent a familiar spasm of pleasure flooding through her body.
Lisa bit back a moan.
“It’s a shame we only have twenty minutes together,” he sighed, “because, according to my watch, our time together is just about finished.” Maddeningly, he began to slide his thick length from the centre of her sex.
Lisa wanted to relish the sensation of his gentle egress. The muscles of her pussy walls tightened around him, as though they were fearful of releasing their prize. Without hesitating, Lisa whipped a hand behind her and clutched his left buttock—holding him in place.
“Just this once,” she whispered softly, “I think we should restart our twenty minutes from this point.”
He hesitated.
When he spoke, she could hear the triumphant smirk in his tone. “Really?”
“Twenty more minutes,” she confirmed, sliding back onto him. She held her breath and tightened her hold on his rear as his length filled her. Glancing back at him, trying to keep the raw lust from her voice, she whispered, “But you’d better make sure they’re as good as the last twenty minutes.”
Judging by the grin on his face, Lisa guessed the next twenty minutes were likely to be even more exciting. And she figured, if he still had her wanting more, she could always break the twenty minute rule once again this evening. It would certainly give her something exciting to tell Larry on the journey home.
The Gerswins
By Keeb Knight
Raising a mildly warm cup of coffee to her lips, she peered over to her husband who was skimming through the Sunday newspaper. He sensed he was being watched and tilted his head to the side of the neatly folded newspaper, catching a stare from a beautiful pair of light-gray eyes. It was their little way of acknowledging the presence of one another. An unspoken dialogue, so to speak. But this only lasted for so long, until after the seventh sip of her dark roast coffee.
“So what do you want for your birthday, babe,” she said interrupting the deafening silence.
“Hmm . . . I don’t know,” he said as he snapped the creases out of the paper. “I do need a new putter. Or maybe you can take me to that new seafood restaurant down on Fifteenth Street you’ve been begging me to go to for the last three months. What’s the name of that place again?” He looked up to the ceiling in thought. “Oh, yeah! The Stripped Bass. Yeah, that’s it.”
She gave him a hard stare and a negative headshake as he peeped at her response from behind the business section.
“Oh, okay. I guess I should wait until your birthday for that one, huh,” he said with subtle sarcasm.
She nodded her head in agreement.
“Okay, I got it. How about you get me the librarian down at the free library?”
She damn near spit her coffee as she put her mug down heavily onto the kitchen table.
“Come again, Mikel?” she said not believing her ears.
“You know. The tall, beautiful, young, mocha-skinned woman who wears those great looking colorful head dresses.”
She gave him a blank stare for a moment. “Mikel, are you telling me you want to start swinging again?”
“Maybe,” he said, confirming that sometimes their unspoken thoughts were actually in sync.
“We haven’t swung in about four years. I thought you’d lost interest in swinging?”
“I think it’s because we’ve been so busy over the last few years we just slowed down to a halt. Even in our own sexual relationship. Don’t you think? But no, I’ve never lost interest.”
“Well, I see that now. Now you’ve got your Amazon librarian girlfriend locked in your sights,” she said, rolling her eyes at him and taking a sip from her mug.
“Oh, come on, Zuri. Don’t be like that. You’re the one who got us started in swinging in the first place.”
“Now how did I know you were going to throw that back in my face? But you’re right, honey. I can’t be too hard on you. I’ve been thinking about it myself every now and again. And it’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” he seconded.
“So, you think I’ll like this girlfriend of yours?”
“Will you stop? There’s no doubt in my mind.”
“Hmmm. She sounds like she’s young. About how old is she?”
“She’s not that much younger than us. About twenty-seven to thirty I’d say.”
“Is she married?”
“I’m pretty sure she is. Unless she’s wearing a huge rock on her wedding finger to ward off the wolves. I haven’t gotten into any big conversations with her other than a hello or asking if I owed any fines.”
“Oh, I bet you couldn’t wait to return your books on the due dates. Did you even read any of the books you borrowed, Mikel? Because, now that I think about it, I don’t remember seeing you reading any of those books over the past few months.”
“Yeah, I have,” he said with a tone of guilt in his voice.
“Which book was that?”
“It was a book on how to choose the right stocks for retirement.”
“I think you just picked up any book that would possibly impress your fantasy girlfriend. Just in case she happened to be the one checking out your books.”
“Oh, you know me all too well don’t you,” he said, smiling as he shook his newspaper, bringing his attention back to it.
“Anyway, Mikel, it just so happens that last month I came across our membership card to the Hedo Den Swing Club. And guess what?”
“What, dear?”
“Our membership doesn’t expire until next month. Three weeks after your birthday, actually.”
“So you withheld this important information from me, why?”
“Well, like I said. I didn’t think either of us would be entertaining the thought to even do this anymore.”
“Okay. Enough said. Let’s go for it. I want us to go swinging on my birthday next week,” he said with assurance.
Zuri looked at his childish behavior, shook her head and smiled. “Mikel, what do you think the chances are of your librarian friend buying into this lifestyle? You know it’s not for everyone. And how do you suggest we approach her?”
“I haven’t thought that deep about it since we’re just now discussing it. But I think we might have a chance.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s been checking me out.”
“That’s her job, Mikel. To check you out.”
“Don’t be funny. You know what I mean.”
“Big deal. I’m always checking men out.”
“Exactly.”
“And this makes her a swinger?”
“No, it makes her at the very least a potential swinger. She doesn’t just give me a passing glance. I can feel her eyes.”
“You can feel her eyes ripping your clothes as she checks out your books that you’re not reading? This gives her swing potential?” She laughed.
“Ha! Funny. You're not a man, so you wouldn’t know.”
“Oh, thank the heavens I’m not a man. You have it so rough getting eye-fucked by a pretty librarian.”
“Yeah, it’s just one of the perks that come with my library card.”
“Well, it seems like you’re serious, and this conversation is starting to turn me on. She seems like a confident woman. My kind of woman. Have you seen her checking out women?”
“Is it my birthday or yours?” he said with a wink.
She stared at him for a quick moment. “It’s our birthday. Marriage makes us one. So, you’re supposed to share.”
“Hey, I like to share,” he said.
“Share my foot, mister. You like to watch.”
“Okay, you caught me. Handcuff me and throw away the key why don’t you.”
“You’d like that,” she said, rolling her eyes and caressing the rim of her coffee mug with her fingertip.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“So, do you have any books to return?”
“Of course I do,” he said without hesitation. “Why?”
“Yes, of course you do. Why did I even bother to ask? How about we take a trip to the library this afternoon and see if we can have a chat with this fantasy woman of yours.”
Mikel looked at his watch. “They open in about an hour. We should wait a couple hours before we swarm in on her. We don’t want her to think we’re just this dirty couple who couldn’t wait to talk to her about swinging with us.”
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