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

by Jacqueline Applebee

  “Low and to the right,” Ted answered, smiling wide and broad and planting a quick kiss on Carol’s cheek. Bob gave Ted his own quick greeting—a full body hug—that, only until he finished did Bob realize had probably given Ted more than he expected with regard to Bob’s still rock-hard dick.

  Bob and Carol smiled at each other, feeling relaxed and still playful in the presence of their friend. “Where’s Alice at, Teddy? Somewhere in the depths of Columbia?” Bob asked.

  Alice was the other half of Bean Seeing You, their little coffee house, and was often away trying to wrangle up all kinds of stimulating delicacies, not all of them coffee-related.

  “Worse than that,” Ted said, playfully ruffling his friend’s brown locks. “Deepest, darkest Bakersfield. I’m kinda worried about her. The last expedition down there vanished without a trace.”

  Everyone laughing, more out of released tension than Ted’s weird brand of humor, they retreated back to the living room and the couch. As Bob and Ted sprawled out on the couch while Carol got some drinks, Bob couldn’t help but wonder if their friend had figured out that they’d been almost screwing their brains out a few minutes before. The thought of it made Bob grin wildly.

  “Come on, bro,” Ted said, picking up on the smile. “Out with it.”

  Suddenly tongue-tied, Bob was glad when Carol walked in with three tall, cool drinks. “One for the man of the house. Bob. One for the handsome stranger . . . Ted . . . And one for the horny housewife . . . Carol. Cheers!” she concluded, taking a hefty swallow of her own drink.

  Bob and Ted toasted her, Bob almost coughing as he drank. The drinks were stiff and then some. He smiled to himself again as he sank back into the sofa. Talking about Charley made him feel like a secret had been released from some dark, compressed part of his mind. He felt light, airy, almost like he was hovering over his body, looking down at Ted—tall, curly-haired, quick and bright Ted—and Carol. Carol, who even just thinking of her made his body and mind recall their wonderful love-making.

  Sneaking a furtive glance at Ted, Bob looked his friend over more carefully. In his new, unburdened vision, Ted looked . . . well, he wasn’t like Charley, but there was still something about Ted that made Bob think of his college friend—no, his college lover. Something about their height, their insatiable appetite for life, their humor.

  “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Carol piped up, laughing at her own cliché. Bob and Ted laughed, too, but then the sound dropped away to a compressed silence as Carol lifted off her t-shirt and theatrically mopped her brow.

  Bob’s mind bounced from Carol’s beautiful breasts, and her obviously very erect nipples, to Ted’s rapt attention on them. He was proud of Carol; proud that she was so lovely, so sexy. He wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her to him. He wanted to kiss her nipples as Ted watched. He wanted to sit her down on the couch, spread her strong thighs and lick her cunt until she screamed, moaned and held onto Bob’s hair as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through her as Ted watched. He wanted to bend her over, slide his painfully hard cock into her, and then fuck her still she moaned and bucked against him as Ted watched. He wanted Ted . . .

  Carol’s shorts came off next. Naked, she stood in front of them. Like a goddess, she rocked, back and forth, showing off her voluptuous form. But even though he loved her, and thought she was probably the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, Bob turned to look at Ted.

  Ted, with the beautiful Carol standing right there in the room with him was, instead, looking at Bob.

  Bob felt his face grow flushed with . . . no, not with what he expected. It wasn’t embarrassment. Dimly, he was aware of Carol walking towards him, getting down on her hands and knees again, and in a direct repeat of only minutes before, playfully tugging his cock out of her shorts and starting to suck on it.

  Still watching Ted watching him, and Carol sucking his cock, Bob smiled at him. In Carol’s mouth, his cock jumped with a sudden influx of pure lust.

  Carol, breaking her hungry relishing of his dick, said. “Bob, I really think Ted would like you to suck his cock.”

  Now Bob was embarrassed, but not enough to keep him from silently nodding agreement.

  “I’d love that,” Ted said, his voice low and rumbling. “I really would.”

  “Take your pants off, Ted.” Carol said, stroking Bob’s cock. “I want to watch.”

  Ted did, quickly shucking his shirt as well as his threadbare jeans. He stood for a moment, letting Carol and Bob look at him. Bob had seen his friend’s cock before, but for the first time he really looked at it. Ted was tall and thin, his chest bare and smooth. His cock was big—though maybe not as big as Bob’s (a secret little smirk at that)—but handsome. It wasn’t soft, but it also wasn’t completely hard.

  As Carol and Bob watched, Ted’s cock grew firmer, harder, larger, until it stuck out from his lean frame at an urgent 45 degree angle.

  “Bob . . .” Carol said, her voice purring with lust, “suck Ted’s cock. Please, suck it.”

  Ted crawled up on the sofa, lying down so that his head was on one armrest, his cock sticking straight up. His eyes were half-closed, and a sweet, sexy, smile played on his lips.

  Bob reached down, turning just enough to reach his friend and not dislodge Carol from her earnest sucking of his own dick, and gently took hold of Ted’s cock. It was warm, almost hot, and slightly slick with a fine sheen of sweat. He could have looked at it for hours, days, but with Carol working hard on his own dick, he felt his pulse racing, his own hunger beating hard in his heart.

  At first he just kissed it, tasting salty pre-come. With a flash of worry that he wouldn’t be good, first he licked the tip, exploring the shape of the head with his lips and then his tongue. As his heart hammered heavier and his own cock pulsed with sensation, he finally took the head into his mouth and gently sucked and licked. Ted, bless him, gave wonderful feedback, gently moaning and bucking his slims hips just enough to let Bob know that he was doing a good job.

  As Carol worked him, he worked Ted. They were a long train of pleasure, a circuit of moans and sighs. Time seemed to stretch, and distance compress until the whole world was just Ted’s dick in Bob’s mouth, Bob’s dick in Carol’s mouth — all on that wonderful afternoon.

  Then, before he was even aware it was happening, Bob felt his orgasm pushing, heavy and wonderfully leaden, down through his body, down through his balls, down through his cock, and, in a spasming orgasm that made him break his earnest sucking of Ted’s cock to moan, sigh, almost scream with pleasure. Smiling at his friend, Ted followed quickly behind, with only a few quick jerks of his cock as Bob rested his head on Ted’s knee.

  Bob felt . . . good, like something important, magical and special had happened. The world had grown, by just a little bit, but in a very special way. Resting on his friend’s knee, Carol kissing his belly, he smiled. Everything’s all right with the world.

  * * *

  Later, the sun set, and everyone very much exhausted by many more hours of play, Ted stumbled to the front door, with Carol helping him navigate through the dim house.

  “Thanks for coming,” she said with a sweet coo, almost a whisper, so as not to wake the heavily slumbering Bob in the next room. She kissed him, soft and sweet, smiling to herself at the variety of tastes on his lips.

  “I was happy to. Very. Thanks for asking me to—come,” Ted said, smiling, as he opened the front door.

  Carol smiled. “Thank you for giving him such a wonderful gift. Next weekend then?”

  “Definitely. Next time I’ll bring Alice.”

  Another gentle kiss, a mutual “Goodnight” and the door was closed.

  Quick-Fix

  By Jolene Hui

  I opened the door to see Kevin standing there one afternoon. I was home and not working that day, suffering from a bout of depression again and just wanted to be alone. But Kevin’s dimples made me smile. I couldn’t deny he was gorgeous.

  “I have a weird question,” he said.

/>   “Um, ok . . .” I answered, standing in my bathrobe at two in the afternoon. The flesh across my chest flushed when I spoke.

  “Do you happen to have any Kool-Aid? Or something of the sort?” He ran his fingers through his brown, slightly mussed hair.

  A small giggle escaped my lips. “Let me take a look. It might be ancient. I don’t know if I’d trust it if I do.” I stepped out of the way. “Come in while I investigate.”

  He stepped in and I latched the door carefully. A small stream of panic shot through me; like I was concerned someone might have seen Kevin come inside while I was in my bathrobe. I tried to push my nonsensical thoughts out of my head. It was really no one’s business anyway.

  “Have a seat,” I said, motioning to the couch. Some of Luke's textbooks and papers were scattered all over the coffee table. Kevin didn’t seem to notice and just sat down.

  My kitchen was in good shape. I’d had a mother who slaved in her kitchen every night. Nothing there was ever out of place. At least I’d inherited one good trait from her. The cupboards were well organized, and I knew exactly where the powdered drink mix would be if I had it. I stood on my tippy toes at the tallest cupboard, trying to reach the second to top shelf. The belt on my robe loosened, but I paid no attention. A packet of cherry Kool-Aid stared back at me, daring me to reach it. I stretched my arm out, thinking of how amazingly I’d stretched in yoga class the night before. When my fingers finally managed to knock the package down, the belt on my robe decided to fall down with it.

  “Fuck,” I said, dropping the packet and pulling my robe closed. I peered around the corner to see Kevin looking at me, a People magazine in his hands.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  “Yup,” I said, my hand on my robe to keep it from gaping open. My face flushed when I realized there was a part of me that wished Kevin would have been standing by the cupboard when my belt had fallen off.

  I walked toward him after picking up the packet.

  “Here ya go. It might not be drinkable, but it’ll probably do,” I said.

  “Thanks,” he said. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask me why I wanted it.”

  “I didn’t think it was any of my business, I guess.” Now my mind was focused on those dimples and red lips. A neatly trimmed goatee framed them.

  Kevin set down the magazine and stood up, tapping the packet on his thigh. “That’s a way to look at it, I suppose,” he said.

  I started to walk toward the door so that I could lead him out as quickly as possible. I didn’t particularly like the fact that I was having these sexual thoughts about him. He followed me, still tapping the packet on his thigh.

  “If you feel like it later,” he said, stepping over the threshold, “come on over for a glass. I like to drink it when I paint.”

  I had nearly forgotten he was an artist. “Sounds good,” I said, flashing him a genuine smile. I wanted to drink more than that. “Have a good one.”

  “You too,” he said, walking into his apartment across the hall. I was suddenly thirsty for some Kool-Aid when I closed the door.

  Things were easier when Luke wasn’t in school. We’d been together ten years, four of which we had been married. And three of those four he’d been in law school. We’d moved across the country so that he could go to the law school of his dreams.

  In a new city, I spent nights alone, wandering the streets, sitting in coffee shops, writing in my journal, and wondering if I had ever really wanted to be a wife. Life had been different before Luke started school. Now I hardly saw him; we never had sex; I missed my family and friends, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life. Our relationship was solid, and I always felt like I could talk to him about anything. I’d never felt such love for a person or like I was more suited to someone. But I needed something else. I was never satisfied with the ordinary and I wouldn’t start being satisfied with it now. Sometimes, though, I had the feeling that if I could just get intimate with Luke again, everything else would fall into place. That part of my life was necessary for me to function correctly.

  “Whoa, tiger,” a voice said to me as I was rapidly trekking up the staircase the night after the Kool-Aid incident. When I looked up, I saw Kevin, carrying a large cake that I could have easily smashed had I been going just slightly quicker.

  “Oh God, I’m sorry,” I said, instinctively stepping aside and putting my back to the railing.

  He laughed at the twisted and silly look on my face. “Don’t worry about it. We averted disaster this time.” His blue eyes glowed in the semi darkness of the lit staircase. I didn’t get to stare at them long, though, as he jetted down the stairs tossing “Bye. Have a great night” out to me.

  I looked after him, wondering where he was taking a chocolate cake and wondering what it, and he, tasted like. I also wondered if I’d just constantly be watching him walk away from me.

  When I got inside, Luke was at his computer with his headphones on. He didn’t even look up. I sighed and stood in the entryway for a second knowing it was probably a lost cause even trying to talk to him tonight. I was a freelance journalist so I understood the whole getting busy thing and didn’t take it personally. Having some down time, however, was making me a little antsy.

  I walked over and hugged him from behind, kissing him on his ear. He turned around, smiled and grazed my arm with his fingers as a way of saying hello.

  “Did you eat?” I asked, always concerned with his stomach.

  “Yup.” He had already turned back to his computer. The lines in his forehead scrunched together.

  I dropped my backpack into the study and took my clothes off in the bedroom. I didn’t like feeling alone, especially since we were married and both young. There had to be something to do to spice up our relationship. I had to get Luke’s mind off of his books every once in a while. I knew I was far from boring in bed, but maybe introducing another woman might give him a jolt to his parts?

  Had we ever had an open relationship? No. But as I masturbated in the steamy shower, the folds of my pussy welcoming my fingers, I started to feel a little angry that I wasn’t getting sex from my husband. I leaned my head against the wall after I came, somewhat disappointed that it was going to be a cock free night.

  I dressed, brushed my teeth, and got into bed, all the while thinking of ways to make our sex live better. I knew he wouldn’t be up for another man, but perhaps another woman. I wondered if he’d ever done that before. Strange that we’d never talked about it before. I fell asleep picturing me with Luke’s cock in my mouth and another man’s cock in my pussy. In the sexy but muddled dream, I thought it was Kevin behind me. And Luke tasted like chocolate cake.

  I was jolted awake when Luke crawled into bed. I looked at the clock: 2:10 a.m. I put my pillow over my head and went back to sleep.

  “Kevin called this morning,” said Luke the next day. “He wanted to know if we want to come over for dinner tomorrow. He and his girlfriend Missi are cooking.”

  “He has a girlfriend?” I hadn’t ever seen a woman with him, but then again, I hardly knew him and had only been in his apartment a couple of times.

  “Apparently he does and they’re making prime rib.”

  Nerves built in my stomach. “Aren’t you studying tomorrow night?”

  “I can take a break,” he answered, shrugging. “I wouldn’t mind a little social interaction.” He leaned in and kissed me before he ran out the door.

  For two days I stared at my computer, nerves wracking my stomach. My hand kept moving to my crotch when thoughts of Kevin’s messy hair and dimples floated into my brain.

  “Hey Lara, hurry up!” Luke stood impatiently by the door with a bottle of merlot and a bottle of cabernet.

  “Just finishing up my hair,” I hollered back.

  I had taken extra special care in doing my hair. I wondered what Missi looked like. I’d had fantasies all afternoon of us all playing footsie under the dinner table.

  Luke let out a long whistle when I met him at
the door. “Whoa, babe, you look hot!”

  “Are you surprised?” I winked.

  He gave me a deep kiss before we exited our apartment. His kisses still sent my heart into a panic. I looked into his eyes and was reminded that he was the sexiest man I’d ever met in my life.

  “I love you, Luke,” I said.

  “I love you, too.” He knocked on Kevin’s door.

  Missi was beautiful. She had dark hair, freckles across her nose, a cute little body and a serious laugh.

  She walked around in an apron when we got there, setting the table, tossing the salad, serving us cheese and crackers. I saw Luke’s jaw drop slightly. I walked over to Kevin and gave him a hug, boldly rubbing my chest on his.

  “You have any Kool-Aid?” I asked, giggling.

  “As a matter of fact,” he opened the refrigerator behind him and pulled out a pitcher.

  I laughed and turned my head toward the table. Missi laughed loudly while Luke gestured.

  “Did the Kool-Aid help you out?” I asked.

  “I finished a painting, if that’s what you want to know. Do you want to see it?”

  He led me through the hallway to his bedroom. It was obvious an artist lived here as about twenty canvases hung on the walls. Kevin pointed to one on the wall opposite the door. It was a woman, her back exposed, a hand placed on the pale curve of her back.

  I walked closer. Her hair was the exact dark brown shade of mine. The rest of the colors were vivid, yet calming.

  “Do you like it?” He asked. I felt him standing right behind me, his breath almost on my neck.

  “It’s beautiful. It really is.” I turned around slowly. With my heels on we were almost eye-to-eye. His hand reached around to touch the small of my back, his eyes locked on mine. The right side of his mouth turned up in a smile, the dimple a delectable indentation on his face. I held my breath, trying not to smell his aftershave. I could hear Luke and Missi still laughing in the other room. They sounded so far away.