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

by Jacqueline Applebee

  Janet comes back with a laughing smiley face and: You’re right. We just need to get over it. But what about our age difference?

  You mean the one where you are close to Don’s age and not his younger woman?

  Yes.

  I’m not worried about it. At all.

  As the conversation leads on, we start hinting at getting together. Finally, the hints become straight-on talk about a real life proposal.

  Let’s meet. Just the two of us first, I suggest. It’s our chemistry that really matters and then we can introduce the guys.

  But, I don’t want to do anything without Al being involved.

  I agree. I want Don to be part of everything. But I think you and I should really get to know each other first.

  We decide on six-thirty, Friday and promise to talk to our men and confirm.

  Can we talk tomorrow? I ask.

  Anytime!

  Bi bi.

  Bi bi.

  I sit back and tuck my hair behind my ear. “Don! Can you come here?”

  “What’s up, babe?”

  “I want to meet Janet.”

  “Well then, meet her. I think that’s important.”

  “We’d like just the two of us to meet the first time. No distractions.”

  “Is sex going to be involved?” Don asks.

  “No, silly! Just drinks and food. And conversation. See each other in person, you know, to see if the chemistry is right. You, know? I’m sure it’s going to be, but you know, we really—”

  “Nervous?”

  “Huh?”

  “You’re babbling a bit. You do that when you’re nervous. It’s cute.”

  I take a deep breath and say, “Yeah, I guess I am a little nervous.”

  “Then you should definitely go meet her. Cure those jitters.” Don hugs me close. I relax into his arms.

  “Friday it is then.”

  * * *

  At the restaurant, I sit in a curved booth with a straight view of the front door. When Janet walks in, I watch her for a few moments before gesturing to her. We hug and nervously giggle.

  “Have a seat,” I say and scoot in next to her in the back of the big booth. I want to reach out to touch her hand, but give it a second thought and wait.

  The waitress takes our drinks and appetizers order, and we sit in awkward silence for a moment.

  I’d had a Pinot Grigio before Janet arrived, and I feel bold as I sip my second. “So what do you think?”

  Her eyes dart to mine and then quickly away, the eye contact making her shy. “I think you’re beautiful.”

  “Good. Because I think you’re beautiful too.”

  She cocks her head in my direction but still is hesitant to keep my gaze. “I think I’m old enough to be your mother.” She laughs lightly.

  “Only if you were a child-bride,” I tease.

  “It doesn’t bother you, my being older than you by so much?”

  “No, it doesn’t. We finally decided that our bodies weren’t a hindrance. Let’s put the age behind us too.” I finally fix my eyes on hers.

  “Yes. Let’s try that.” She smiles. A wonderful smile.

  “Eventually, we’ll actually be comfortable with each other,” I tell her. I put my hand on hers. So soft.

  Her fingers trip over mine and we feel each other’s hands. As we talk, we subtly touch each other in punctuation. Janet crosses her legs and I take the opportunity to run my hand along her calf. She strokes my arm and, when I can’t get her shyness to break, I brush back the honey hair from her face.

  As we end the meeting, we promise to plan a cookout with Don and Al. A little something private at their house. We leave with kisses on cheeks and hugs. And smiles.

  * * *

  “Would you do her?” Don asks.

  “Hell, yes I would.” We laugh. “Seriously though, I would like to go up for the cook-out and see what happens. See if you guys get along too.”

  “Are you nervous?” He asks. “Because I’m so excited but so nervous all at once.”

  “Me too.”

  “Come here and let’s calm our nerves.”

  We fall into bed and into each other. It makes everything all better.

  * * *

  “Should I wear panties with my skirt?” I call from the bathroom to the bedroom.

  “No. You’re not wearing a bra with that top. Keep it easy.”

  Easy, I think. Whew!

  I look in the mirror to check my hair and make-up one more time. I sigh.

  Don comes up behind me and lifts my skirt. He grinds his growing erection into my ass. “See how excited I am?”

  I shut my eyes and reach back to caress him through his khaki shorts. “Maybe . . . ?”

  “I would fuck you right now. But let’s keep you fresh and pretty for Janet,” Don says.

  I turn around and prop myself up on the sink ledge, legs spread. “At least touch me,” I beg.

  Don’s perfect fingers find my clit and assault it until I’m wiggling. He then slips two fingers into me and massages my inner walls. “I want you,” I whisper.

  Don withdraws his attentions and says, “And you will have me—directly after you have Janet.”

  “Poo!”

  * * *

  On the drive to Janet and Al’s, we re-iterate our comfort zones.

  “Janet said she likes to go slowly, usually.” I laugh a little. “But she’s not sure she can with me.”

  Don squeezes my knee. “That sounds good.”

  “We figure we’ll flirt, touch and kiss and see what happens. But the only ones doing it will be her and me. And if we make it to the bedroom, it will still be just us with you and Al watching.”

  Don looks ornery. “You mean I can’t talk dirty in your ear while she’s going down on you. Tell you how hot it looks and—”

  “Stop it. No. You don’t get to play with us. Until you and I fuck after. You okay with that?”

  “I’m very excited about it. And a little nervous.”

  “Me too. I just know how quickly two women can become intimate, and I don’t want to freak you out.”

  “I know.”

  “I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize us. It’s you I love.” I run my fingers down the side of his face.

  Leaning into my hand he smiles. “I love you, too.”

  We pull into Janet and Al’s curved drive, which takes us to a parking spot in the back. Sitting at a bar-style table are Janet and Al. Both wave energetically.

  “Here we go.” I smile at Don. He smiles back as we climb out of the car.

  “Find the place alright?” asks Al as we come up the walkway.

  “The directions were perfect.” Don puts his hand on the small of my back to guide me on the cobblestones. My fuck-me heels are a bit precarious.

  Janet slips down from her bar stool and walks toward me. “Looks like we’re wearing the same type of shoes.” She pushes forward one pretty leg and wiggles her foot to prove herself. “You look great!”

  “Thanks. So do you.” I look at her short skirt and wonder if she has indeed worn no panties as she had threatened days before. I breathe deeply and smile.

  For a while we simply sit outside with appetizers and drinks and talk—nervously at first but gaining familiarity— until we decide to go in for dinner.

  As I help Al with the drinks, Janet gives Don a tour of their lovely home. Light with many windows and fully redecorated, their home fits their lifestyle of empty-nesters.

  “Mona,” Al whispers conspiratorially, “Janet can be really shy. So, you’ll probably have to take the lead.”

  I smile and find my confidence. “Alright.”

  Dinner is a fantastic mixture of nice wine, good food, and even better conversation. Don and Al seem to be getting along famously as we all begin to bond.

  “Let’s move to the family room, everyone,” Al suggests.

  Janet slips her hand into mine, and I feel warm with her touch and the wine coursing through me. I hear conflic
ting voices in my head: Janet’s, telling me to move slowly. And Al’s, telling me to take charge. I shake my head and decide to see what pace presents itself.

  Janet, Don and I sit on the overstuffed sofa as Al puts in a DVD of the Red Shoe Diaries. Janet holds my left hand, running the backs of her nails up my arm. I’d be scared of those nails if I didn’t have some of my own and know they can be controlled.

  Don holds my right hand until I squeeze it and let go to lean into Janet’s space.

  She is relaxed as I lean in to kiss her. Her lips part in a smile as I touch mine to hers. She is sweet to kiss and soon she is kissing back with as much fervor. I open my eyes as our lips part, and her smile is shy again.

  I also see Al peeking around from his side chair, taking it all in. I reach back for Don to reassure myself he is still there and watching. He strokes my arm and sends me back to Janet.

  She is soft under my hands as I unbutton her blouse to reveal her braless breasts. I kiss from her collarbone down to her nipple and pull it into my mouth. Hearing her moan gently into my hair makes me suck harder until she is wriggling against me. She is so responsive that I realize I must know how she reacts to other pleasures.

  I run my hand up the outside of the smooth thigh of her gorgeous legs, and reach her hip without the hindrance of panties. I smile into her skin as I realize she indeed has not worn panties.

  Reminding myself that I am the aggressor, I traipse my hand across her thigh to her lightly-downed mound. Her legs spread involuntarily to my touch, and I must find out how wet she is. I dip my fingers between her legs to find her moist and excited. She strains against my fingers and arches towards my hungry mouth, making delicious sounds.

  I look up to see if Al is still staring and find myself almost face-to-face with him. I grin and he smiles in appreciation. I look over my shoulder at Don and find him to be entranced as well.

  Al, or maybe Janet, suggests we go to the bedroom, but it’s Janet who giggles something about the “love nest.” The room is beautiful in blues and light greens, shaded with only the light from an open window to show it off.

  Janet and I tumble into the middle of the large bed. Our mouths meet in expectant kisses. My hands are on her face, in her hair. I feel her hands on my arms, pulling me closer. Our bodies crush together.

  Forever impatient, I lift up and peel off my shirt to reveal my bare breasts. I throw my discarded clothes to Don and cover Janet with more kisses. Her delicate hands are on my back, my shoulders, encouraging my ravenous appetite.

  I pull away long enough for her to skim off her blouse. Janet throws it to Al with a strip-tease flourish and this starts the loss of all of our clothing—everything but our strapped-on shoes. There is no time to remove them.

  The contrast between our bodies is evident, her tiny frame to my curvier form. I am aware of her pretty tan lines and perfectly pert breasts. My hands stretch down the slope of her waist to her slim hips, taking in the smoothness.

  Our eagerness drives us on, blurring the fine details of lovemaking. We are nothing but hungry mouths, greedy hands and naked flesh. I suck on Janet’s nipples and hear appreciative moans. She wriggles beneath me as I kiss my way down her belly. I am suddenly more aware of the men watching as I dip down to take her pussy in my mouth. The men make no sounds, but I hope that the show is as beautiful as it feels.

  It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, but the familiar tangy taste brings it all back. My tongue slips through Janet’s wetness to her audible delight. I lie between her spread thighs and taste her as I suck on her clit. My fingers explore her folds and reach for her core. Janet comes with a suddenness that I have never known in a woman. I want to make her feel it again.

  This time I press into her harder and suck deeper. I am rewarded with a new experience . . . Janet squirts.

  I am surprised by it and am lost in the wetness and Janet’s deep guttural moans. I sit up and smile at her. She smiles back as though she’s been caught, questioning my reaction. I come up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips, reassuring her of my joy.

  “Do you think they’ve waited long enough?” Janet asks me.

  I grin. “Yes. Long enough.”

  We sit up and stretch out our hands to our men. Al is quick to disrobe and join us on the bed. I curve my finger to beckon Don. Soon I feel the length of his naked body to my right and Janet to my left.

  I wrap my arms around Don and feel his lips on mine. I think that he too tastes Janet on my mouth.

  We stop kissing long enough for me to look to Janet and Al. She is sitting astride his hips and riding him. His hands cup and fondle her breasts.

  With a laugh, he says, “Look at these! They’re perfect.” I had to agree that they are and Don responds with his mouth on my breast.

  Don sucks my nipple, first lightly and then more urgently, biting it. The pleasure escalates as his mouth teases me and his hand finds my pussy. The feeling of Janet moving close to me and taking my other breast in her mouth excites me. Don’s expert fingers press my clit and then reach inside to caress my favorite spot.

  With my eyes shut, I feel nothing but hands and mouths covering my body. The feeling is surreal and utterly new.

  I open my eyes when I feel Janet move down the bed. I look to Don who smiles at me in my delirium.

  Janet’s fingers spread the top of my pussy lips. She leans down to suck my clit into her mouth. I shut my eyes again to the overwhelming feeling of multiple hands and mouths, to the sounds of happy expression in the room. Janet’s mouth teases me and Don’s body presses against me. I tremble with my orgasm.

  Janet lies next to me, and I look to her to also see Al leaning up on his elbow, a pleased grin on his face.

  “How does it feel to be sucked on by both your lover and your girlfriend at the same time?”

  My reaction is only to smile and return the favor to Janet.

  * * *

  Don and I lie wrapped together on the rumpled bed after Janet and Al leave the room to get drinks. We will meet them in the kitchen.

  “That was amazing.” We both say it. We are both overwhelmed.

  “Is everything good?” I ask as we kiss.

  “Very,” Don says.

  “Any regrets?”

  “No.”

  “Then what are you thinking?”

  Don grins and kisses me. “I’ll make my famous pork chops when they come to our place for the next session.”

  The Party

  By Neve Black

  Tonight, I sink deeply into the over-stuffed, luxuriously soft, black leather chair. One arm lying on top of the armrest; my hand flung loosely over its side; exposing my recently manicured, light pink nails. My other hand holds onto a heavy leaded crystal glass; filled one-third full with 100 year-old scotch. I lift the glass to my moistened, ripe red lips and sip the liquid ambrosia. It feels warm as it trickles down my throat. I cross my legs and look down at my red patent leather, 6” stiletto, peep-toe pumps; lifting my pant leg and exposing the twenty-carat, diamond ankle bracelet; a past birthday gift from my ex-husband.

  As I sit in the chair, basking in the ambiance, I think back on how I first became involved in swinging parties. Swinging was my ex-husband’s idea. He wanted to spice up our sex life, and I really have him to thank for my inauguration into the world of non-monogamous sex.

  I was very young when I met and married my ex-husband. I was a virgin and like any young, good wife, I was eager to please, oblige and obey him. The first time I attended a swinger’s party was on a vacation with my ex. He told me he was planning an exotic trip in celebration of our fifth wedding anniversary. He told me to pack light for a week-long beach vacation in Mexico.

  The minute we got to the resort, I was lulled into a nearly hypnotic trance. The resort was lushly gorgeous. Sun-drenched cottages lined the white sandy beaches all along the crystal blue water’s edge and the staff that worked within the resort were stunningly beautiful with well-sculpted bodies, deeply tanned s
kin, and open, friendly smiles. I noticed how scantily the resort staff was dressed, and I remember feeling guiltily aroused at the visual feast.

  The first night we were there, we had a wonderful, romantic dinner together on the beach and as the waves ebbed and flowed against the shore, he grinned sweetly at me, and pushed a square, black velvet box across the white linen table cloth. I opened the box to find a pearl and diamond necklace inside. “Happy Anniversary,” he said, taking a sip of wine. Later that night, as we climbed into the cool, white sheets of our large bed, my husband made slow, passionate love to me. I felt wonderful and complete. I was very happy.

  The next day my husband and I decided to swim and lounge by the resort pool, and I quickly noticed some of the other guests at the resort were walking around without any clothes on. The guests made open and suggestive sexual advances toward me and my husband. I was perplexed to say the least. My ex-husband never told me he had checked us into what I would soon discover to be a swinger’s resort.

  In the beginning years of our marriage, my ex-husband used to call me “babe,” and I remember how much I loved the way he would say it: “Baaaabe.” He’d draw out the letter “A”, and his voice was incredibly tantalizing—sexy, deep and raspy. He would smile at me from across the kitchen table, his half-lidded bedroom eyes peering over his coffee mug and implore to me, “Baaaabe, would you do something for me?”

  I realized later he would call me babe when he wanted me to do something for him, which he knew I wouldn’t necessarily be open to. Sometimes, he would ask me to do things that he knew made me feel uncomfortable; disguising his requests with his good intentions, pushing me up against my boundaries. As I sat next to him by the pool that day, he looked over to me, raised his left eyebrow; grinning sheepishly as he sipped on his pina colada, and softly coaxed, “Baaaabe, having sex with strangers will help to make our marriage stronger.”