by Lily Love
“I used to date a guy with blue eyes,” she said, “I kind of miss them.”
She took him by the hand and led him to the guest room her mother and father had slept in a few weekends ago. All of the sheets had been changed and the floor was vacuumed, blinds dusted, and windows cleaned with all-natural cleaner. The rest of the house was just as immaculate. Emma may not have known exactly how to throw a swinger party, but she did know how to clean (and knew what kind of incentive would convince Noah to help her).
“Gee,” Ethan said, looking at the perfectly tucked sheets, “I’m afraid to touch anything.”
Emma bounced onto the bed, the comforter crinkling around her, “No worries. I’m just a bit anal.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Emma cleared her throat and smoothed the blankets around her.
“This is your first time swinging, huh,” Ethan asked. Emma nodded. “Pretty ballsy of you to throw your own party. Normally you’d watch for a bit first, get a feel for the community.”
“Noah likes to dive into things head first,” she explained, “And it can be really fun going along for the ride.”
“You’re having fun, then?”
“It’s… yes, but it’s a little…”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not always like this. There was a lot going on in your living room, actually,” Ethan paused and looked away, cleared his throat, “Normally that kind of thing happens in private.”
Emma blushed again, “Oh, did we do it wrong? I--”
“No, no,” he said, waving away her concern, “There’s no wrong. It was just a bit different. Kind of nice, the change,” his voice had grown husky, “It’s not normally so voyeuristic.”
Emma curled her toes and tapped her fingernails against the bedpost. “I get the feeling you’re a bit of a perv,” she teased, poking his nose with one dainty finger. He smiled. “I think you liked watching your girlfriend go off with Michael.”
“What makes you think that?” he asked. Emma playfully ground against him, his erection pressing into her stomach.
“Gee,” she said, “I wonder.”
They’d closed the door and the room was silent except for their breathing and the rustling of fabric. Emma let her hands fall to the hem of Ethan’s shirt.
“I know I’m not as ripped as you’re used to,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment with a cough. He was looking up at the ceiling, his hands on Emma’s waist.
“Don’t tell Noah,” Emma said, “but I’ve got a soft spot for scrawny boys.” Ethan’s hands slid from her waist down to her ass, cupping her cheeks firmly in his palms while his fingers rested dangerously close to her pussy. Rather than wait for him to escalate things slowly, as Amy had warned her was his style, she took one of his hands and guided it to the front of her jeans. He slid his hand under her clothes and began to gently rub in wide circles. Emma squirmed against him and her hands went to his belt, tearing it open. She caught his collarbone between her teeth and bit down while she worked at the button on his jeans. The harder she bit the more pressure he put on her, until she felt one of his fingers glide between her lips.
“Jesus,” he breathed, tightening his grip on her ass with his other hand. “You’re really fucking wet.”
“Want to taste?”
She felt the visceral twitch rack through his body. “Yes,” he said, rubbing his fingers along the inside of her pussy lips. He let the tip of a finger rest on the head of her clit for a moment, until she ground against his hand. She kissed him hard and he slid a finger inside her. Her mouth opened wide in a pant and he walked forward, forcing her backwards. The back of her knees touched the bed and she let herself fall onto it. She grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head. Ethan immediately cupped her breast in his hand and began to kiss down her collarbone. He slid another finger inside her and descended on her nipples with a groan. Emma arched against him as his fingers rubbed the front wall of her pussy and his tongue circled her nipples, taut and sensitive.
Her hands began to work at the button on his jeans, and soon she had them open wide enough to reach down and grab his cock in her hand. She marveled at the warmth and the size of it, the way it curved differently than Noah’s, how it sat in her hand.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered.
“Too bad,” he said. His lips closed over her right nipple and he sucked hard. Emma felt her pussy clench around his fingers moving inside her. “You promised I could taste your pussy.”
“I didn’t promise,” she objected, trying to maintain her playful aloofness despite the way her clit began to beat at the thought. She whimpered as Ethan’s mouth moved from her breast, leaving her nipple wet and cold. He began to travel down her stomach, stopping to press a light kiss over her belly button. He deftly unzipped her jeans and slid them off with her panties. Emma pouted as he withdrew his hand, but he didn’t leave her unattended for long. His mouth traveled lazily down the stretch of skin below her navel, and when at last she felt his tongue parting the lips of her pussy, she gasped and buried her nails in his scalp.
“Fuck,” she whispered, unable to stay still as Ethan’s tongue drew from the base of her labia upwards, stopping just short of her clit. She could feel the blood pulsing in her clit and tried to pull his head towards it, but he resisted. It wasn’t until she was whimpering and bucking against his face that she finally felt his tongue on her clit, wet and surprisingly cool. She moaned as he began to lick in steady strokes, and when she begged for it, he slid two fingers back inside her. Her breath became ragged and she tugged ineffectually at his hair, grinding against him, bucking and moaning until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Just as she was about to topple over the edge, he removed his fingers and moved his lips back to her nipple, circling it with his tongue and sucking fiercely. His fingers dug into her ass hard enough that she was sure he would leave bruises. Just as she was about to take matters into her own hands, Ethan pressed his cock against the entrance to her pussy and slowly slid inside her. She gurgled with surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan. She folded her legs around his waist and moved with him as he drove into her, rocking her entire body. His lips on her nipple began to slacken as his mouth hung open, and he began to make sounds as well.
“God,” he said, his voice heavy with arousal. He pushed into her faster and faster until his head was arched all the way back. Emma took the opportunity to sink her teeth into his throat, making him jerk. Emma rocked with him until she couldn’t keep up with his rhythm any more, and then she let her own head roll back as her body let go. The pulsing sensation in her clit expanded to cover her entire body, and she arched her back and flexed her toes. Above her, Ethan groaned and shook, and Emma struggled to watch as he came, her own body wracked with waves of pleasure. It all happened shockingly fast, and once it was over Ethan moved her hair out of her face and kissed her.
“So that’s swinging,” he said, and Emma giggled.
“I think I like swinging,” she said.
Sharing Friends
“I came fucking hard.”
Emma traced circles on Noah’s bare chest as he told his story. She was entranced by the swirls of hair, imagining she could detect the scent of Amy lingering there. Listening to Noah describe his experience brought back memories of her own recent adventure.
It was the day after the party and the couple was snuggling on the couch, the television off and Netflix the furthest thing from their mind.
“I’m still sore,” she admitted. Noah pulled away and looked at her, alarmed. “The good sore,” she assured him, sealing it with a quick peck on the cheek, “It was quick and rough. I liked it.”
“He didn’t just stick it in and go to town, did he,” Noah asked with a grunt. Emma giggled.
“Of course not.”
“So what did he do?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Noah pretended to glower as Emma giggled. The living room was
completely cleaned up, the sitting pillows returned to their place in the corner and the bowl of condoms depleted or taken home as souvenirs. The board games were stacked on the shelf below the television. The only hint of the party was the faint smell of sex in the air, which Emma realized she was probably imagining.
“Come on, Em,” Noah said, nuzzling her neck, “Tell me how you fucked the guy.”
“I didn’t really fuck him,” she said, “He fucked me.”
Noah sat straight up, eyes wide. “Seriously? You played the submissive?”
Emma stuck out her lower lip and tilted her head. “Somebody jealous?”
“I…”
“And lost for words, too.” This time she planted the kiss on his lips, turning his face towards her with a hand on his cheek. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and his kiss back was aggressive.
“I think I want to see this,” he said when she broke the kiss, “I don’t quite believe it.”
“Maybe you’ll get the chance. We could invite them over for dinner.”
So that's what they did. Noah called Ethan up that very night and promised wine and fine dining if he and Amy joined them for the evening. Just knowing Ethan was on the other end of the line was enough to make Emma antsy. When they hung up, she threw her arms around Noah. "This is gonna be so much fun," she said, bouncing up and down like a child. Noah grinned and kissed her.
"I vote we get started without them," he said, bending down so his face was right next to hers.
They'd had sex last night after everyone had gone home, and it had been one of the most intimate moments of their life. They barely spoke, only held and rode each other until they both tired, and even then they would resume in a few hours. Not much sleep was had. Emma wondered if the other couples had a similar experience.
"But I've gotta cook," Emma said, kissing the tip of Noah's nose, "You promised fancy steak."
"How about I cook," he suggested.
Emma laughed and swatted his chest.
"You don't cook."
"I could be persuaded."
Noah took a moment, and then grabbed Emma as though for a waltz. "Together," he declared, and Emma giggled in assent.
Two bottles of wine sat on the counter, one white one red. Emma had pulled her mother's old, tall candles from the bottom drawer and set them in the candleholder. There was a salad mixed sans the dressing, and the steaks sat marinating in the fridge. Emma fiddled with the lights, trying to find the perfect dimness setting. Noah smiled to himself as the lights went down and up and down again. "Potatoes are done," he called, "Pass me a bowl?"
Satisfied with the lights, Emma grabbed a large porcelain bowl from the cupboard beside the microwave. She passed it to Noah, who scooped the mashed potatoes into it. He then passed it back to Emma and she placed it delicately on the table.
"Did we forget anything," Emma asked, peering around the room. Noah sighed and put his arms around her from behind. He kissed the top of her head.
"Nope. Everything's perfect. Relax, sweetheart."
"I can't relax," she blabbered, "I'm all jittery. See?" She held up a hand for his inspection and, true to her word, it was trembling slightly.
"Aw," Noah said, covering her small hand with both of his, "Poor Emma."
"Why are you so calm," she demanded, leaning into him, "Aren't you excited?"
"Of course I am."
"Why am I always the one freaking out?"
"Dunno, babe. I'm just a rock. Nothing phases me."
"Nothing, huh?"
"Nothing. I could wrestle a shark in the middle of a gladiator pit in the midst of a tsunami and you know me, I'd be steady as a rock."
"Really? There's nothing at all that could get you worked up?"
"Nothing."
"Not even this?"
"Um."
Emma had let her hand wander down to the front of Noah's jeans and she was slowly stroking him through the denim. Noah cleared his throat and Emma delighted in having shut him up. He began to get hard at her touch, his cock straining against his jeans.
"Can't wait ten minutes for our guests to arrive, huh? Want a good fuck now, just to remind you why you're coming back to me at the end of the night?" His hands crept up under her shirt, and she quickly pulled it off. Noah inhaled sharply as he covered the bare skin of her breasts with his hands.
"So presumptuous," she mused. She slid her hand inside his jeans and closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it swell as she squeezed. He continued to massage her breasts as she put her lips to his neck, kissing down the side of his throat.
"You're pretty hot," Emma told him, "Like, a little bit hot. Just a tad."
"Only kinda," he agreed with a sarcastic smirk. He removed his shirt. Emma began to kiss down past his collarbone, past his chest. Her lips trailed down to his stomach and she lingered near his belly button, planting small wet kisses all around it. She let the denim of his jeans tickle her nose as she sank lower. She pressed her closed lips against the bulge.
"You want to suck me off, don't you, Em." It wasn't a question, because they both already knew the answer. The words, though, sent a warm shudder from the crown of Emma's head down to her toes.
"Yeah," she said, hooking her fingers in his belt loops, "Yeah, I do."
Emma has just taken his cock into her mouth when the doorbell rang. Noah groaned. “They can wait, right,” he asked, without much hope. Emma’s lips curled up around his cock and she giggled. She pulled her head back and placed a quick, wet kiss on the head.
“Jeez, Noah, make yourself presentable.” She scooped her shirt off the back of the dining room chair and pulled it over her head. Noah tugged at his hair.
“Augh,” he said. Emma, suddenly much too busy to coddle him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and breezed towards the door. Noah cursed and pulled his boxers up from around his ankles. He finished buttoning his jeans just as the door opened wide.
“Hello,” Emma said, kissing Amy on both cheeks, “Nice to see you again. So glad you could make it.”
“Thank you for having us,” Amy answered, taking Emma’s hands and smiling. Ethan, standing beside her in shorts and a raggedy T-shirt, nodded his greeting. All three stood smiling at each other until it was almost awkward.
“Oh, right,” Emma said, stepping to the side and gesturing to the hallway, “Come on in. Noah’s in the kitchen.”
“I’m right here, actually,” he said with a smile. Emma glanced meaningfully at the bulge in his pants. Noah held her gaze for a second and then turned to their guests with a grin. "I hope you guys like kale. Emma's on one of her super food kicks."
"One of our super food kicks," Emma corrected, "Our loving, team-building super food kicks."
"That sounds lovely," Amy said as she helped herself to a hanger in the coat closet. "We love kale, don't we, honey?"
"Absolutely," said Ethan with the straightest face of his life.
Ethan helped Noah with the steaks on the barbecue while Amy hovered in the kitchen with Emma, putting the finishing touches on the dessert cake. It was already perfect, but Emma needed something to do with her hands.
"I make you nervous." Amy's voice was demure, unthreatening. She took the onus off of Emma. All she had to do was nod.
"You don't have to be. This is all great fun. Ethan hasn't stopped talking about you."
Emma's face flushed bright. "I--I'm sorry," she stammered. "I'm sure he doesn't mean anything by it."
Amy held a finger up to her lips, as if holding in a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, Emma. We’ve done this before. It’s about having a good time, getting in a little extra fun. Ethan getting his rocks off with you doesn’t make him love me any less. Just like Ethan giving you the best orgasm of your life tonight won’t change the way you feel about Noah.”
“I’m not worried about Noah,” Emma mumbled. It was a lie and Amy knew it. Instead of pushing the matter, she smiled at Emma and changed the subject. Emma’s hands gradually stopped shaking as t
hey made small talk about herbs and seasonal vegetables.
Noah and Ethan entered the kitchen from the back porch with a rush of cool air. Emma wrapped her peach cardigan tighter around her shoulders. “Chilly, babe,” she said.
“Yeah, but look at these steaks, Em.”
While Ethan and Noah admired the rare steaks they had arranged artfully (maybe) on their silver platter, Emma noticed Amy admiring Noah. Amy’s eye started with his face, but inevitably wandered, and Emma’s heart began to race as she watched Amy bite her lip. Noah and Ethan were too absorbed in their conquest of the barbecue to notice, but it was all Emma could think about.
Over dinner, they talked about pets and hobbies and their favorite times of the year. Amy: height of summer, Ethan: his birthday, Emma: the beginnings of the falling of autumn leaves and Noah: Halloween. Emma took an extra-long time to finish her salad, and when it was time for dessert the lingered on that too. She stared at her plate, pushing the falling walnuts around with her fork, occasionally looking up through her eyelashes at her husband or their guests. She spoke softly when spoken to and every time Ethan used her name, she blushed.
“That was excellent, Emma and Noah, thank you,” said Amy as she delicately wiped the corner of her mouth with her a napkin. Ethan nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, it was great. I haven’t had a good meal like that in weeks.”
“Amy doesn’t cook?” Emma blurted. Amy’s mouth curled up into a wry smile.
“I can’t cook for shit,” she said. “It’s a wonder Ethan’s stuck around.”
“You’ve got other talents,” Ethan said. Amy shrugged as Noah shifted in his chair and quietly cleared his throat. Emma smiled shyly.
“Well,” she said, “I think that’s a wrap.” She leaned forward to blow out the candle in front of her, and the other three followed suit. The kitchen darkened and the four of them sat silently. Emma got the feeling that Amy and Ethan were perfectly comfortable, amused and perhaps a little smug at her awkwardness. Eventually Amy pushed her chair back and grabbed the opened bottle of wine from the counter, along with four glasses.
