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

by Jacqueline Applebee

  One night I heard Mary Beth call out, “Fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me in the ass.”

  She didn’t say and I didn’t ask, but apparently she got her anal sex, too.

  Another time, I heard Will bellow. “Here it is, Mary Beth. On your tits. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

  Those were my Mary Beth’s breasts he was talking about, the breasts that had crushed against me that night outside her dorm before I took her virginity.

  In the weeks between sessions with our friends, Mary Beth and I acted like nothing had changed. We didn’t acknowledge our exploits. We kept up our weekday morning and Sunday afternoon routine.

  Then one green Saturday evening, while tornadoes threatened the cornfields, things took an unexpected turn. I’d never fucked in front of a viewing audience, but as it turned out, I didn’t have to worry about rising to the occasion. Jennifer walked in on Chloe and I, pushed me out of my sixty-nine position, and claimed the other woman for her own. While the two wives screamed and clawed the sheets, Charlie and I watched in awe. Afterwards, the women joined together, sucking Charlie first, then me.

  The next morning things took another turn. After the four of us described our experience to Mary Beth and Will, Mary Beth announced that she’d sometimes fantasized about being licked by another woman. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from my prim and proper wife, but there was no denying the bulge beneath my robe. There was also no denying the faraway look on Jennifer’s face as Mary Beth spoke.

  “Do it, Jennifer,” I heard myself say. “Eat her pussy.”

  While Chloe rubbed her clit, and Charlie, Will, and I tugged at our weenies, my wife came on Jennifer’s tongue. I held her gaze through it all, our eyes locked together until she closed hers in that final earth-shattering moment of surrender. When Jennifer turned to face us, her lips wet with Mary Beth’s nectar, I fell on her. Chloe, Charlie, and Will weren’t far behind.

  After that, no holds were barred.

  A couple of weeks after Mary Beth came in Jennifer’s mouth, I awoke deep in the night with my wife lying on her side, breathing softly in my arms. I pulled off the covers, propped myself up on an elbow, and studied the luscious curve of her body visible through silk pajamas.

  I was suddenly seized by a fear that I’d lost her. Worse yet, I feared that I’d lost us—Billy and Mary Beth. We’d crossed a line and could never go back. I broke into a cold sweat and a sob escaped my lips.

  Mary Beth roused and turned onto her back. In the pale light of Midwestern Mutual’s distant pulse, she reached up and touched my cheek. “Are you all right, Billy Wisniewski?”

  I brushed hair off her forehead. “I think so. I don’t know.”

  After a long moment, she spoke, “You’re the only person I could do this with. You know that, don’t you?”

  “I guess. If you say . . .”

  “You’re the only person I trust enough. You’re the only person I love enough.”

  “I am?”

  “Ever since that day in the library.”

  I slid over her, holding her, burying my face into the nape of her neck. “I love you, Mary Beth,” I told her.

  “And, I love you, Billy.”

  We held on until sunrise.

  * * *

  Over the next few months, our little group expanded. Who knew there were other couples in Dez Moinez just like us? Loving couples, who wanted to share their love and sexuality with others.

  That’s how we ended up with Wayne and Katie, Noah and Brianna.

  Wayne owned fast-food restaurants all across the Midwest. Katie did charitable work for non-profits. They were empty nesters, their kids off at college, but if forty-five is the new thirty-five, they fit the mold. Noah was my stockbroker, while Brianna, lovely Brianna, taught middle school in West Des Moines, not far from where Mary Beth and I lived.

  I’d been in another room, watching a porno video with a woman named Liz, who had tremendous tits and a clit the size of a baby’s cock. We both masturbated ourselves to a frenzy, before she came in a gush and rush. I held back and went in search of bigger game. That’s when I walked in on Mary Beth, Wayne, Brianna, and Katie.

  Mary Beth was having a hard time sucking Noah. His cock slipped from her mouth every time Wayne rammed his whacker up her ass. Beneath her, Brianna was nearing orgasm. She rubbed herself frantically while slurping away at Mary Beth’s pussy. Katie’s tongue alternated between Noah’s balls and his ass.

  Mary Beth nodded to Brianna again. She knew I wanted the woman and had wanted her for a while. I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity.

  I knelt between Brianna’s thighs. The inner walls of her cunt grasped me like a fist. She continued to lick my wife while rubbing herself.

  Mary Beth’s face was only inches from mine. I could hear her gag and moan as she pleasured Noah while giving her ass to Wayne. Then Noah withdrew, and with Katie’s tongue flicking at his sack, he shot white and hot across Mary Beth’s lips and chin. Her eyes opened and caught mine. Then in the next instant, she was caught off guard by her own come. I recognized that look of surprise and ecstasy. I felt my own balls rise. I felt a quickening at the base of my cock.

  I gushed deep inside Brianna, while Mary Beth crooned out her own climax. Below me, Brianna bucked. Wayne pulled out of Mary Beth’s ass and launched a semen missile onto her lower back.

  We all collapsed in a puddle. Somehow, I found Mary Beth’s hand. When I squeezed, she squeezed back.

  After a couple of failed attempts at anal sex, we’d given up, but I still loved her ass. I loved the curve and the cleavage, the darkness and the tantalizing glimpse of that orifice I’d so far been denied. A favorite thing for both of us was to rub my slick cock between her cheeks, while she ground against the bed.

  She squeezed and tightened about me, my cock like a hotdog in a bun. Then that image of Charlie’s wife Chloe I’d enjoyed earlier in the day resurfaced. Something about the way her olive skin, her earthiness, contrasted to Mary Beth’s pale complexion and refined demeanor, caused my balls to rise. I buried my cock into Mary Beth/Chloe’s dripping pussy. She cried out a second time, and I thrust like a piston in a sleeve. A moment later, I withdrew, spread her wide, revealing the darker colors around her rectum, and let go.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried as I spewed spunk all over her crack and globes.

  It was a beautiful sight. Her asshole, my cum.

  She turned to look up at me over her shoulder, as I dribbled out the last few drops.

  Before the Move

  By Jolie du Pré

  She’s standing at the meat counter, talking to a woman. I can hear her all the way in produce.

  "Everyone is in agreement. We’ve won!"

  "Sodom and Gomorrah! The sooner we shut them down the better this town will be."

  I grab the bag of oranges and hurry over to check-out. The last thing I need is to run into Shirley. She'd have no qualms about attacking me right in the middle of the grocery store.

  * * *

  Inside our house, my husband Dave is on his computer. Ever since we learned what the town is up to, he has put his focus on getting us out of here.

  "It’s all set! I’ll be working with my brother when we move to Chicago. He’s rented the space. All we have to do now is move in."

  I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone else. I’m used to that. Dave grew up in the city and only agreed to live in a small town due to the job offer here. He could deal with Chicago. As for me, I’m not so sure.

  “I saw Shirley in the grocery store, talking to someone about us. She's all fired up that our club may close.”

  “Honey, the town has us by the balls. Not much we can do about it anymore. This is the wrong place for our club. We were crazy to think nobody in the town would find out about it. We’ll start fresh in Chicago.”

  Dave had taken the stress of the situation and turned it into a positive. But it was a lot harder for me.

  “I gotta go to work. I’ll see you tonight.” He gi
ves me a kiss on the cheek. “Are you going to be okay?”

  “Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

  “Good.” He grabs some keys. “I’ll take the truck. See ya.”

  I put the oranges in the refrigerator and then walk into the bedroom. Why should I leave? We have every right to be here like everyone else. I fall on the bed, face down.

  Shirley. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just her. She’s just the ring leader. And boy did she work hard. She must have spent six months gathering signatures, holding town meetings, sending us letters to let us know that what we do is not welcome.

  Honest sex. That’s what swinging is. Honest sex. What’s so wrong with that? Our club is small—just the two rooms and the room with the hot tub. Our crowd is small. It’s not like the entire town is swinging. We mind our own business. Yet, Shirley is determined for us to close.

  I turn and lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I can see lots of dead bugs inside the ceiling light. Ever since this thing had gone down, cleaning has not been on the top of my list. I spend a lot of time wallowing in self pity. Just mustering enough motivation to get the basics done takes work. Like the post office. I really need to go to the post office.

  I pull myself off the bed and gather the bills that I had been meaning to mail. This is my job, and Dave wouldn’t be too happy with me for being so lazy lately.

  * * *

  I get back in my car and head to the post office. It’s mid-January and very cold out. The grey skies don’t help my mood one bit.

  I walk into the building and wouldn’t you know it? Once again, there’s Shirley. I can’t get away from her! She’s standing at the counter, glaring at me.

  "I'm sorry, Debra. But we just can't have your kind in this neighborhood." She says it loud, in front of everybody.

  "Okay, but can I just mail this letter? I'm not bothering anybody here."

  "You know I'm going to pray for you. You and Dave seemed like such nice people at first.”

  "Please leave me alone, Shirley! Dave and I are moving to Chicago soon.” I look her in the face. “We’re happy to get out of here.”

  Finally, Shirley leaves, and I’m seething inside, embarrassed. The sooner we move to Chicago, the better.

  The cold wind turns my nose red as I rush to my car. Before I can get into my car, my keys slip out of my hand and fall down a shaft. I can’t believe it. The tension inside me is so great I want to cry. I look for my cell phone, and then I remember that I left it at home. And now I do cry. I just stand there and cry.

  There’s a tap on my back. It’s Shirley. I have no fear now. “Leave me alone!” I shout.

  “Oh Debra, calm down! I’m sorry if I upset you.”

  “I dropped my fucking keys, so just leave me alone! Please just leave me alone!”

  “You dropped your keys?”

  “Yes! Down the fucking shaft. I can’t get into my house or my car now! Dave went to work, and to make matters worse, I left my phone at home.”

  “I don’t own a cell phone, but come with me. You can wait at my house until Dave can fetch you.”

  “No! Dave will come get me here. I don’t need any help from you!”

  “Are you sure? It’s awful cold out.”

  “Yes!” I march back into the post office and then look in my purse for a quarter to use in their pay phone, but I don’t have one. Shirley is still standing outside, staring at me through the window. Why won’t she fucking leave? She motions for me to follow her to her car.

  I have two choices: beg to use somebody’s phone or get in Shirley’s car. I choose Shirley’s car. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s so damned cold out.

  * * *

  The tips of my fingers are frozen, but they start to feel better in the warmth of Shirley’s car. I look over at her; the woman who wants us to leave, the woman who has been stirring up the town. I look around. There’s not a drop of dirt in her car. She’s playing Christian music and there’s a smile on her face. She looks like she’s pleased with herself.

  “Very nice and warm in the car, isn’t it?” She says.

  I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to give her a segue into what she’s doing. Besides, there was no changing her mind, and it would just give her an excuse to rant.

  We walk into her house. Just like in her car, everything is clean. No dust in the corners. No dead bugs in the lights.

  “The phone is hanging on the kitchen wall.” Shirley walks away. On the counter are a bunch of artificial flowers, the plastic kind. I call Dave; tell him how I lost my keys.

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m at Shirley’s house.”

  “What?” He starts to laugh. I don’t find it funny.

  “I know, Dave, just come get me, please.”

  "Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Okay, well, I sent a tow for the car. I’ll be at Shirley’s as soon as I can.”

  "I can’t believe I dropped the fucking keys.”

  “We can replace them. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Hurry, Dave.”

  “I will honey.”

  I hang up the phone and when I turn Shirley is staring at me. I almost jump.

  “Won’t you stay for dinner?”

  “No. When Dave arrives we’ll be on our way.”

  "I know we’ve had our differences, and I’m sorry about that.”

  “Differences? You’re fucking trying to push us out of town, Shirley!”

  “Must you use such language, Debra?”

  I use the word “fucking” a lot, ironically, not in any sexual reference. I use it when I’m dealing with a bitch like Shirley. “You make me angry. So just lay off!”

  “Okay, okay, calm down!”

  Her husband John walks in. He’s tall and thin with dark good looks. Very attractive. So is Shirley. I don’t like to admit that they make a good looking couple. She used to be a beauty queen or something. He’s known as this rugged hunk who likes to ride his snowmobile all over. He’s won a bunch of contests. The town loves John and Shirley.

  "Hello, dear! You remember Debra, don’t you?”

  Shirley’s motive is to run us out of town. John is not as vocal, but he’s right by her side. He knows damn well who I am.

  “I’ve invited Debra and her husband for supper. Debra lost the keys to her house and car. She’s staying here until her husband returns.”

  “We really can’t stay. When he gets here, we have to go.” The smell of the roast in the oven was pulling at me. Shirley can cook, but I’ve been too depressed to bother. I’m sure Dave and I will be ordering pizza again tonight.

  The doorbell rang. I knew it had to be Dave. I run to him when he walks in. “I’m so glad you’re here!” I give him a hug.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I just want to go now.”

  Dave looks over at John. “Hey there, John!”

  “Hello, Dave.”

  “Mmmm . . . something smells good,” Dave says.

  He’s being charming even though these people are evil. I can never understand why he does stuff like that.

  “John, is that your snowmobile out back?” There he goes again.

  “Yeah, let me show it to you.”

  Dave leaves the house with John to go gaze at the fucking snowmobile, leaving me with Shirley. I want to kill him. Dave has had an interest in snowmobile racing for the last couple of months. Last year he raced in a few with John.

  “Let me just set the table, and we can eat!” Shirley beams.

  Normally, I offer to help a host, but not this time. I go outside to find Dave. John is inside his garage, looking for something. Dave is standing outside, waiting for him.

  “I want to go home,” I say to him. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Come on! Let’s not let them think they got the best of us. We’ll eat their food and then we’ll go.” He smiles. “You don’t want pizza again, do you?”

  I give him the meanest look possible
, and then I walk away. Dave is so excited about Chicago that he could care less about sticking me with these evil people.

  When we’re all back in the house the table is set and the roast is out. We all take a seat. Shirley and John say a dinner prayer. I stare at Dave with another mean look. He just grins at me. After the dinner prayer, we eat our food in silence.

  “So tell me about this swinging?” Shirley blurts out. When I hear that I just about drop my fork.

  “What do you want to know?” Dave says.

  John is looking at me in a way in which I find rather odd.

  “You have sex with other women?” She continues.

  “Yes, he does,” I interrupt. “And I fuck other men”

  Dave is laughing. Once again, I don’t find it funny.

  Shirley isn’t fazed. “Do you have orgies over there or something?”

  “Why are you asking, Shirley? You want us out of town? We’ll leave.”

  She looks at me. “Now Debra, you mustn’t get so upset.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Shirley and I have been married a long time. We’ve just never known anyone who does what you do.”

  I look at John. “What we do is none of your fucking business!”

  Dave puts his hand on my knee. He does that when he wants me to quiet down. I don’t want to quiet down.

  “I saw a pie over there, Shirley. What do ya say?”

  I can’t believe Dave. He’s just using them for their food, but still.

  “Yes, I make a wonderful pie!” Shirley gets up to go get it. Dave is staring at her ass as she moves, and then he gives me a wink. He wants to make a big joke out of this whole thing. I just want to go home.

  I look over at John, who is still looking at me funny. But he’s got the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.