by Gars Méchant
Swap Meat
By Gars Méchant
Copyright 2017 by Gars Méchant, all rights reserved.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Foreword
Swap Meat
This Is Not The End!
Other Books by Gars Méchant
About The Author
Foreword
I first wrote Swap Meat almost twenty years ago, and published it on an old website. I rather enjoyed writing it the first time, and thought it would be fun to dust it off and polish it for a new ebook version.
It needed a lot of dusting. But here it is, for your enjoyment!
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Swap Meat
I was surprised that my husband convinced me to try something new. I’d never thought of myself as the kind of person who would try out swinging, but after he'd discovered that one of his co-workers and his wife were swingers, Jim wanted to try it out. He suggested it to me at a time when I was very vulnerable, namely when he'd already gotten me hot and bothered, and in a state of lust I agreed. Prior to that one time, I'd never seriously considered having sex with any man other than my husband. I mean, I'd had a few fantasies, but I'd never acted on them, excepting some harmless flirting, and Jim was the only man who I'd ever slept with.
His idea sounded great when I was close to orgasm, but now, as we were pulling into their driveway, it was kind of frightening. Jim's co-worker, Chris, and his wife, Kandi, were experienced at this kind of thing. I was not. While they had said not to worry because we could back out at any time if we wanted to, I was still worried about it. What did I know about swinging? Chris told us the plan was to have a dinner party just for the four of us and to soak in their hot tub afterward. Anything else was up to us. But would that really be all? Would they have others there? I’d seen the movies about swinging, and as we parked outside Chris and Kandi’s house, I was imagining people wearing masks and robes, their bodies writhing on the floor in a dungeon-like setting by candlelight.
That made for a rather worrisome walk up to the front door for me. Chris met us with the door open; apparently, he’d heard us drive up.
“Welcome,” he said to us warmly. “I’m really glad to see you actually come.” I had never met Chris, but I had to admit to myself that he was a very attractive man. He was very tall, taller than Jim, with sandy hair that was just beginning to thin at the front, and muscled in a way that suggested he took care of himself, but not obsessively. I saw him look me over as he closed the door behind us, and I couldn't help but blush from his attention.
"Kandi," he called to the kitchen, "Jim and Laura are here!"
Kandi came out of the kitchen, and I saw she was a good match for him. She was fairly tall herself, with an aristocratic face and bearing. "Dinner will be ready soon," she said with a broad and friendly smile. "You should have just enough time to show them around, if you would like?"
“Absolutely,” Chris said. “That is, if you two are interested?”
“Of course,” Jim said politely. I simply nodded assent.
The house was beautiful, nicely decorated in a modern style, but there were still items around that they had obviously collected in their travels. Chris enjoyed pointing out various artifacts they had collected, and had pictures of the two of them in some very exotic locales to prove their authenticity. It was clear that Chris and Kandi had experienced the world in a way that Jim and I had not yet.
I noticed that most of their travel pictures had another couple in them, and when I asked Chris about them, he replied: “Oh, they’re a lovely couple we met in Germany. We like to enjoy their company when we travel.” There was a slight emphasis when he said, “enjoy their company,” that made me realize that he meant they had more than just simple friendship between them.
I took a closer look at the other couple in the picture, and was struck more by how ordinary they looked. Chris was right; they made a lovely couple, but there was nothing about them that would tip me off that they were swingers. However, when I looked at Chris and Kandi, they didn’t particularly look like I imagined swingers to look.
Of course, when I thought about it, I couldn’t exactly say what I thought a swinger should look like. I just felt that I should know one when I saw one, and it was becoming clear that I didn’t.
In fact, there wasn’t anything about their house that would tip me off that Chris and Kandi were into swinging. Besides the hand-made boomerangs, shields, and tikis, it was a completely normal house. The beds were plush, but not strangely shaped, or abnormally large.
Before taking us into the back yard, Chris quickly checked in with Kandi. “Is dinner ready yet?” he asked her.
“Not quite,” she said, bustling around the kitchen in a near blur, “but almost. Have you shown them the yard?”
“Not yet,” he admitted.
“You have just enough time,” she gently admonished.
“Well, then, let me show you our back yard,” he announced with pride.
“Do you need any help?” I offered Kandi.
“Oh, no dear. Thanks for offering,” she replied kindly. “You go look the yard over with the men before we go back there to relax.”
I silently went with Chris and Jim to the patio, and was impressed. In the waning light, you could see that they kept the yard well manicured. The shrubs were trimmed, and the grass was uniformly short. The main feature was the deck on the patio, and in the center of that was a curtained-off hot tub, open and steaming.
“There it is,” Chris announced. “The end of the tour.”
“That is really nice,” Jim admitted.
“The tub?” Chris asked.
“Everything,” I corrected.
“But, yes, the tub is quite nice,” Jim added. He was right. The deck had a couple of stairs leading up to the hot tub, which was set into the raised deck, giving anyone soaking in it an easy way to hop out, or a place to set drinks.
Before I could give everything more than a cursory look, Kandi announced dinner from the kitchen window. Chris politely ushered us into the dining room, and we sat on the four sides of a surprisingly small dinner table, hardly larger than a card table, but exquisitely made of hardwood. Kandi had our plates made up with equal portions of Cornish Game Hens stuffed with wild rice, and a wonderful looking salad on the side. It was so beautifully prepared I hardly wanted to disturb it, and I was nervous enough that I really didn't want to eat anyway. Kandi seemed to sense this and poured me a generous amount of white wine, which I drank down quickly.
As we ate, I kept looking over at Chris, and he was always smiling back at me. I coul
d see that Jim kept stealing glances at Kandi, and she would look at him out of the corner of her eye and smile at him knowingly. The conversation over dinner was wonderful, seemingly about almost anything but why we were there. Everything seemed so normal, even though it wasn't. I mean, after all, weren't we there to swap spouses? How normal is that?
Dessert was a fruit salad and a sweet wine, and when we were finished, Kandi suggested we all change into our bathing suits and go outside. Jim and Chris went into the second bedroom to change, and Kandi and I went into the master bedroom. I felt really self-conscious being naked in front of this woman whose husband I was supposed to have sex with, but she seemed completely at ease, efficiently changing into her bikini in no time at all. I watched her adjust her makeup in the mirror, thinking to myself that she didn't really have to. When she was done she looked as fully clothed in her self-confidence as she had in her clothes a moment earlier. "Hurry up," she told me, "You don't want to keep them waiting! I could tell Chris is really looking forward to fucking you tonight! I could see it in how he was looking at you; undressing you with his eyes. And Jim looks so delicious; I'm soaking wet just thinking about sucking him dry!"
How Kandi had said all of that was possibly more shocking than what she had said. She sounded like she was saying something that just anyone would say, like mentioning how beautiful the weather was, or how nice the neighborhood was. I couldn’t imagine talking to anyone about having sex with their spouse in those tones.
I watched her strut out of the bedroom, wondering to myself what I had let Jim talk me into. It took me a few moments to get my bearings and slip into the bikini that I brought. I hurried downstairs to the back patio, and saw that Jim was already soaking in their hot tub. Chris and Kandi were sitting on the benches behind it, sipping more wine. When I finally stepped onto the patio, it seemed that Kandi took my entrance as her cue to jump in next to Jim.
I stood on the patio watching them for a while, trying to make up my mind as to what I was going to do. Kandi was lounging in the hot-tub, seeming to be enjoying the water jets and bubbles, lounging in the water with her head back, and eyes closed, not paying attention to anyone there. However, that must not have been the case. After a moment or two, she casually flicked her hand and splashed Jim in the face. A couple more splashes made it clear that the first one hadn’t been an accident, and I watched as my husband got into a splash-fight with Chris’ wife as she giggled like a school girl.
I watched them enjoying their water fight for a while, as I stood there. Then I saw Chris looking at me, and I turned away and blushed bright red. I looked back and saw him nod, get up, walk over to the hot-tub, and plunge in next to Kandi and my husband.
Chris quickly got involved in their water play, helping Jim to splash Kandi. "That's not fair," Kandi protested, and she reached under the surface and snatched Chris' trunks off of him, holding them over her head in victory. "Got them!" she said, and she tossed them onto the patio.
"You call that fair?" Chris complained, and he reached under the water, grabbing her bikini bottoms off of her and tossing them onto the patio as well.
"But what about Jim?" she protested.
She reached down again and got Jim’s trunks off of him, not quite as quickly as she had gotten her own husband's off, but fairly quickly anyway, and they joined the others on the deck. "That's better!" she exclaimed.
"Really?" asked Jim. "We're both naked, while you still have your top on!" Chris joined him in getting Kandi's bikini top off of her and throwing it out of her reach.
"Oh, is that how you two want to play, is it? Laura, come out here and help me!" she invited looking at me.
I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the bench behind the hot-tub, and sat down blushing.
"Really? Well, if I’m going to be out here without help, I better change tactics!" Kandi said, and reached over to my husband and planted a big kiss on his lips. Chris backed up and watched his wife swapping spit with my husband, all of them nude in the water, with an approving smile on his face. I couldn't believe it; it looked like Jim was going to go through with it! He wanted to have sex with Chris' wife, while Chris and I watched! I was feeling a bit jealous watching them running their hands over each other in brazen abandonment, and I looked over at Chris to see how he felt about this scene. He was looking right at me with a big smile on his face. I looked away, blushing bright red, and then I looked back at him to see he hadn't turned away. Chris was still looking right at me. I sat on the edge of the hot-tub, and dipped my feet in the water, looking at the edge of the pool next to me, and Chris seemed to take that as an invitation. While Kandi wrapped her legs around Jim's waist, rubbing her body against his under the water, Chris came over, and I watched him get out of the hot-tub, dripping wet, and sit next to me. I couldn't help but admire his musculature, and his tan confidence.
I stole just a quick glance at his crotch, and noticed he had a huge erection growing. He was obviously much larger than my husband, almost as big around as my wrist, and he was becoming very aroused. He reached over to me and brought my face up to his, kissing me roughly and passionately. While he did this, I could feel him untying my top, and when he broke the kiss, it fell off and my breasts were exposed to his view. My nipples were pointing out, as much from the cold as anything else, and Chris leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard on it, licking it, and playfully biting at it. I felt him place his hand over the crotch of my bikini bottom, and slip a finger under to check how wet I was. I guess he was satisfied with what he found because he pushed me over onto my back, and getting back into the hot-tub, started kissing me up my legs.
Jim has never gone down on me, and I was wondering what it would feel like as Chris pulled off my last bit of clothing. He quickly licked up the inside of my thighs, right over to my pussy, and then licked me right over my clit. It felt wonderful! I was lost for a few minutes while Chris licked all around my opening, over my clit, and inside me, and then I noticed Jim get out of the water next to me. Kandi was pushing him onto his back, and was obviously looking forward to sucking him off next to me! She lowered her blond head onto his member and took him right into her mouth. The hot water had kept him from getting a full erection, but now that they were in the open air, she wasn’t having any issues getting him hard, and sucking him to the root. I'd gone down on Jim a few times, but Kandi really seemed to love his cock. She was fucking his cock with her mouth, going up and down on him and making sucking sounds. It was like she wanted to suck all of his sperm right out of him. I reached over and took Jim's hand in mine and caressed his palm as I felt Chris lick me toward orgasm. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and Chris started sucking on my clit as he felt me tense up, and I came on his face for the first time that night. Clutching Jim's hand as tightly as I could, I screamed out that I was cumming. Jim returned my grip, and I realized that he was shooting his cum down Kandi's throat at the same time. Even though we weren't having sex with each other, Jim and I were cumming together!
After I came, Chris kept licking me out, taking more time, gently sucking on my lips and outer labia, slowly licking my clit, and exploring my vagina with his tongue. I saw that Kandi moved into a 69 position on top of Jim, unaware if she had done it on her own or if Jim had urged her to. What truly surprised me was that Jim seemed eager to start licking her out! I was so distracted by what I saw Jim and Kandi doing that I didn't notice Chris stop licking me and stand up between my legs.
My attention was brought back to what Chris, and I were doing when I felt him start to rub his enormous cock-head over my clit. I looked at his face, and saw the lustful smile on it. I liked the feelings running through me from the gentle rubbing of his cock against my sensitive bud, and I closed my eyes. If he kept that up, I was going to cum again, but I felt him aim his cockhead at my opening and push. My eyes snapped open to see him looking into my eyes, and he smiled this huge grin at me as he started to push his enormous cock against me. I figured that I was too small, and that
he wouldn't be able to get his huge member inside me anyway, but I could feel my pussy stretching, and suddenly his huge cock-head popped past my opening. I gasped as he got the first inch inside me. That kind of scared me, so I clamped down on him hoping he wouldn't be able to push in further, but he just closed his eyes and moaned in lust, and he kept pushing in. I was so wet that he wasn't having any trouble entering me. I couldn't believe how much I was stretching to take him, but it didn't hurt at all. After a minute or so I could feel him further inside me than Jim had ever been, and then he stopped. My eyes must have looked like saucers from the fear that he would rip me apart with his huge member, and surprise that he hadn't! Chris just stayed there for a minute or so, not moving at all, and I finally started to relax. When Chris felt my muscles not gripping his shaft so tightly, he quickly thrust the last inch into me, and I felt the base of his cock against my labia. I knew he was all the way in me! I gasped, and said, "Oh!" in surprise. Chris looked directly into my eyes and said; "God, your pussy is so tight! I want to really fuck you for all you're worth!"
I heard Kandi moan, and I looked over to see her kneeling over Jim and impaling herself on Jim's hard cock. She wasn't going slowly, and as soon as he was all the way inside her, she lifted up and dropped down on him again. It looked like she was impatient about cumming on top of Jim, and was jumping up and down on him, grinding against him hard.
I would have kept watching Jim and Kandi, but Chris was distracting me. I could feel his cock all the way in me, and he was kind of grinding his crotch against me. Then I felt Chris pull out a bit and take a short thrust back inside me. I could tell he wasn't getting the leverage he wanted. Chris got out of the water over me, and moved us further onto the deck. I knew he really intended to pump his cum into me, so I reached over and took Jim's hand again, linking our fingers together as we fucked these other people.
