Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

Her eyes sparkled. “Oh? I don’t get the special treatment every single weekend?”

  “You sure do, but it’s with me. Not with two dicks.”

  Tara laughed. “I couldn’t handle it if it was.”

  “And I couldn’t handle two women every weekend.”

  “Oh, yes you could.” Thankfully, her face showed amusement, not spite.

  I gave her mock indignation. “No way.”

  “You’re a pig, and you know it.”

  She kissed me, and it felt like we had solidified our completeness. I felt ready to return to the adventure of the weekend. I know Tara sure did.

  “So, what’s next for today?” she asked.

  “We have reservations for a dinner. That’s it. I kept it pretty wide open.”

  “Is Kiefer going to join us for dinner?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Just like you and Claire took me out.”

  “Oh, good,” she cooed. “I’m guessing it’s not a casual place. It looked really fancy when we drove up.”

  “No, it’s not some sandwich shop.”

  “Better not be,” she said. “A girl likes to be wined and dined, you know. I’m not just a sex toy.”

  I shot her a smirk.

  Tara said, “How about you guys get ready first? I’d like to stay out here awhile longer, just by myself.”

  “Okay. Are you all right?”

  Her warm smile told me she was before her voice did. “Yeah. I just want to feel the sun and the water. And, well, I’m still throbbing a bit.” She looked cautious as she entered this sensitive topic again. “You guys did a number on me back there. I just need some rest. That, and I want to think about some stuff.”

  “Stuff we talked about?” I asked.

  “Yeah. But don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m fine. I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

  “Good. Let’s keep it honest.”

  After we kissed, I left the pool, dried off, and went into the bungalow. I shut the sliding glass door to give Tara more privacy.

  Kiefer looked up at me as I came into the living room, and he asked, “How are you holding up, bud?”

  “I’m okay. Better.” I didn’t want to tell him how much I was conflicted to hear Tara cry out for his dick. His beast. His monster cock.

  I told him about our plans to get ready for dinner and Tara’s wish for some alone time. Kiefer took it all in stride. The calm swinger who had seen it all. I said that I’d shower first, then he was welcome to take one afterward. He said he was cool with it and got back to his magazine.

  The bungalow’s shower was one of those extra-fancy deals that you see in really nice hotels. The kind you wish you could shower in every day. If only we had the money to have a fancy condo—or maybe even a small house—with an extravagant shower like this.

  That might raise a problem though, since we’d probably spend a lot longer in our shower sessions. We’d be late to work all the time. Um, sorry boss. I’m late because I was busy screwing my girlfriend in the shower.

  Tara and I showered together practically every morning since she moved into my apartment. It was simply part of our morning routine, and I had quickly gotten used to it. I loved it—even when there was no hanky-panky. Sometimes, we were in a rush to get clean, and nothing naughty happened. Other times, though, we fucked, or gave each other handjobs, or she sucked my dick and I went down on her. It was a big perk of living with your girlfriend.

  But none of those happened as I took a shower at the bungalow. Which was good, because I needed the rest. After the shower and drying off, I tossed on khaki linen pants, sandals, and a white short-sleeved, button-down shirt. A spray of cologne, and I was done. Simple as that.

  Kiefer jumped into the shower after me and told me he’d take a quick one, to leave plenty of hot water for Tara.

  Speaking of Tara, I wanted to check on her. I leaned on the doorway to our patio and asked, “Are you okay?”

  As she gazed up at me, she was breath-taking. The sunlight hitting her calm face was just right, highlighting her beauty. I wanted to see this lovely face every day for the rest of my life.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I’m okay. A little alone time was good. How are you?”

  “Good. Showering was great. Just what the doctor ordered.”

  “Yeah. I’m looking forward to mine.”

  Unsaid was the reason for cleaning off. She usually didn’t take come-shots on her skin. It was more of a recent activity—since we had dabbled in the swingers’ lifestyle. This afternoon, she had already received come on her boobs, in her mouth, and on her lower back and butt.

  Kiefer and I had scrubbed off come-shots from her, and Tara had been in the pool. Still, I understood why she was looking forward to taking a nice, hot shower to clean up even more.

  “I love you, you know,” she said simply, maybe reading my thoughts through my expression.

  I gave her a warm smile, as her words lit me up like the sunshine lighting up her face. “Yeah, I know. And I love you, too.”

  “You fucking better. After all the shit I do for you.” She had a wide, toothy grin.

  “You? How about all the shit I do for you? Like this?” I waved my arm to gesture at the patio, the bungalow, and—in a more abstract fashion—this weekend of wild sex.

  Tara came to me and kissed me softly. “And I thank you for that. Another adventure in a list of them. I think that list is going to get longer.”

  Frowning, I said, “You mean having more sex with other people?”

  Tara shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. We don’t have to. We have plenty of fun with just us.”

  Which was wonderful to hear. Wonderful that she didn’t need another man—like Kiefer or the Latin Lover—for us to have an adventure. I also wanted her to know I felt the same way, that I didn’t need other women joining us. Sure, they were fun additions, but I didn’t need them.

  “We sure have fun, don’t we?” I asked. “We have great times with just the two of us.”

  While we tenderly kissed and felt our love meld, Kiefer told us that he was all done getting ready. So it was Tara’s turn for the shower.

  My girlfriend loved getting ready for an evening out. It was a ritual, with showering, dressing, and putting on make-up. Music was a must for the background. She’d hum along as she slid about, making the vital decisions of which outfit to wear and which shoes went with it. I usually got dressed and watched TV while she did her thing.

  Now, I hung out on the patio, sipping beer and enjoying the ocean view. Kiefer came out and sat at the patio table across from me and sipped his beer.

  “It’s not easy,” Kiefer said. “Believe me, I know. I’ve seen Tiffany fuck many guys.”

  I remembered Tiffany, his wife, at the holiday party. I remembered how she had knelt and sucked Ralph’s cock. She was the first one to get the orgy going, the match that lit the bonfire.

  Kiefer continued: “Hell, once she even had triple penetration.”

  “You mean in the back door, too?” I asked, imagining Tiffany with dicks stuffed in her pussy, mouth, and asshole.

  “Yeah, three cocks in her,” Kiefer said. “She wanted to try it. But she didn’t like it enough to do it again. Sometimes, we do double penetration. Mostly, when we have two guys, we do a sandwich, like back there.” His thumb jabbed back toward the bedroom, the scene of the fuck sandwich we had done. “Tiff likes that a lot.”

  A vision popped in my mind: Tara’s expression and her yelling out, as Kiefer pounded her from behind.

  I offered a small grunt. “Tara definitely liked it.”

  “See, that’s what makes it for me. Sure, it can be hard to see your wife fuck another guy. Or your girlfriend, in your case. For me, it’s all about her pleasure. Sure, she likes fucking me. She loves it. But having another guy with us gives her a pleasure that I can’t give her on my own. That’s what it’s all about.”

  “Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “Tara and I figured that out, t
oo.”

  Kiefer leaned forward. “And this is a wonderful gift you’re giving her. Just like the threesome you had with Claire. You said they gave you head at the same time, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “See? That’s something Tara couldn’t give you on her own. And that’s what you’re giving her today. It’s a wild thing, my friend. A beautiful, wild, crazy thing. She’ll never forget this.”

  “Do you remember all of your adventures?” I asked.

  His eyebrows arched. “No, not all of them. But I’ve been doing this for a long time, bud. You think you’ll keep doing this?”

  “Don’t know. We might stop after we get married. Who knows.”

  Kiefer took a drink of beer. “So, you’re going to marry her?”

  “I think so, yeah.”

  He leaned forward again. “Be sure either way, bud. Be very sure. Do you love her?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Good,” Kiefer said. “Because that woman loves you. She’s told Tiff and me. But she didn’t have to. It’s obvious. I’ve seen how she acts at our parties. I’ve seen how she looks at you, how she acts around you. Tiff and I were very happy when you guys moved in together. We’re hoping you last.”

  “Me, too,” I admitted. “She’s one in a million.”

  He said, “You never know how you’ll feel until after you’re married. Some couples stop swinging after they get married. They have their fun beforehand, and they settle down afterward. Could be you guys.”

  “Maybe. I’d like to marry her. And I’d like to have some more fun, too.”

  “Here’s to that,” Kiefer said, raising his beer bottle, and I clinked my bottle against his. “Actually, I can help you with that. I know about a place where you and Tara can have some more fun.”

  “More fun?”

  Tara’s voice dove into our conversation, making Kiefer and I turn to the doorway of the bungalow.

  Tara was stunning. A long dress flowed to her ankles. Held up by spaghetti straps on her shoulders. It was light green, with a swirling design of gray flowers all over it. No bra—that was obvious. The shape of her nipples could be seen pushing against the fabric. The swirling gray design helped detract from them. If the dress was plain, the protruding nubs would’ve been as plain as day. Her brunette hair was up. Silver earrings dangled from her ears.

  “Are you guys up for more fun?” Tara asked.

  “Beautiful,” I said, going to her and kissing her. “Yeah, I’m up for more fun. How ’bout we skip dinner? We could just stay here and have our fun.” I slid my hand on her, from boobs to thigh.

  “After dinner, stud boy,” she said. “We have to eat. Besides, this dress is staying on. At least for a little while.”

  All three of us laughed. I pictured pulling up the dress and fucking Tara with it on. I bet Kiefer imagined something similar.

  The restaurant in the hotel’s main building was also stunning. The walls were mostly glass. Tall windows on the back wall allowed diners to see the Atlantic Ocean sprawling to the horizon. We were seated at a table on the second floor, next to a railing, so we could see diners below us on the first floor, as well as the incredible view. Some of the other people probably wondered about us, a party of three among lots of couples. Let them create their own ideas.

  We settled into cocktails and appetizers of coconut shrimp and small crab cakes. Entrees were fish cooked perfectly and lightly seasoned, to let the fresh taste of the fish take center stage.

  It was obvious that Tara was having a wonderful time. She was animated during conversation. She smiled broadly and often leaned her head back and laughed. She still glowed from the sexual pleasure.

  It was nice to learn more about Kiefer. Several years ago, a friend had invited me to one of Kiefer and Tiffany’s parties. An ordinary party, and not a swinging one. Back then, I had no clue about Kiefer and Tiffany’s secret activities that they shared with some of their friends.

  After that first party, I was invited back. They threw amazing parties at Christmas and the Fourth of July. Every now and then, they threw in another one at random. Their parties were not to be missed—with delicious food and beautiful people. I started bringing Tara when she and I were dating.

  Outside of the parties, I saw Kiefer a little bit, too, at golf games now and then. But this dinner was a chance to hear more about him without a party or golf to distract us.

  Then Kiefer brought up something that was going to change our lives in a big way.

  “Have you guys ever heard of the Strathmore Club?” he asked over our nearly finished entrees.

  Tara and I shook our heads.

  “It’s a hedonist club. Dedicated to pleasure.”

  “You mean like those resorts in the Caribbean?” Tara asked.

  “Kind of,” Kiefer said. “But the Strathmore is exclusive. It’s only open to members or their guests. It, well, it goes a step beyond those resorts.”

  “How so?” I asked.

  “In this club, most of the members are nude.” Kiefer leaned in, and his voice was lower. “And public sex is a regular occurrence.”

  “Really? In public?” Tara was skeptical.

  “That’s right,” Kiefer said. “In public. In front of everybody. Let me put it this way: The Strathmore is a nudist club and swingers club put together. It’s not the crazy, drunken, go-out-of-your-mind shit like in those other resorts. You’ll find that many members drink hardly any alcohol at the Strathmore. Maybe a drink or two. Our members are serious about pleasure. They don’t get sloppy.”

  Tara frowned. “Wait. You’re saying people have sex right out in the open?”

  Kiefer grinned. “That’s right. You’ll see them in the pool. Or on lounge chairs next to the pool. Or on the golf course. That can get dicey, though. Some people want to play golf, but there’s a couple screwing on the fairway.”

  “You’re joking,” I said. “How could this place exist?”

  “Under the radar, bud. It’s not a joke at all. It’s a business that Tiff and I partly own. A group of us investors own it together. We make money through memberships. Sometimes, we rent out sections of the club for adult films.”

  “That sounds unbelievable,” I said.

  It also sounded like heaven on earth.

  Kiefer said, “Sounds that way, but you have to see it. I’d like you guys to be my guests. I think you’d really like it. What do you think? You interested in a visit?”

  “Yeah,” I answered. “I’d check it out. But only if Tara’s okay with it.”

  “I’m sure you’d like it,” she replied to me. Then she turned to Kiefer and said, “So, if we visit, we would walk around naked and see people having sex, and we could have sex with other people, too?”

  Kiefer nodded. “That’s right. Think about it as a resort full of openly sexual people. All you have to do is ask someone to have sex. And other people will approach you for sex, too. These members celebrate pleasure and good health and sensuality. The food is top-notch and healthy. People are exercising all over the place. You can golf and swim and play tennis and on and on. Hell, some people are members just because they like playing golf naked. They don’t partake in sex with others. Some members just swim and enjoy watching other people fuck. Voyeurs matched with exhibitionists and swingers. There’s all kinds.”

  “Well, it does sound fun,” Tara said. “Okay. You got it. I’m up for it.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked. “We don’t have to go.”

  “No, I want to,” Tara said. “I want to check this place out. How many chances do you get to see a place like this?”

  Which sounded a lot like what Tara and I had said at the holiday party, as it shifted into an orgy.

  “You don’t get many chances at all,” Kiefer said.

  “Besides,” Tara said as she watched me, “it’s your turn, lover boy. Evie Stevie.”

  “Oh, c’mon,” I replied. “We don’t have to keep going bac
k and forth. You don’t have to pay me back for this weekend. What, are we going to keep having threesome after threesome to pay each other back?”

  “No, we don’t have to,” Tara said. “It might get tiring, feeling that we owe each other over and over.”

  “Sounds like a cycle that never ends.”

  “Okay, so let’s not do that. But I’m … curious about something.” Tara turned to Kiefer. “Is Julie Baird a member of this club?”

  Julie Baird. The name exploded into a rapid slideshow in my mind. The images: Julie straddling a guy at the Christmas party while blowing another dude. Me hugging her from behind for a minute, with my hands full of her plump tits. Julie in a snug red sweater. Julie at the Fourth of July Barbeques, wearing a striped tube top or a tight, spaghetti-strapped shirt. All the while, her tremendous boobs made men gawk. Cleavage that caused your dick to bolt upright and dream of diving into that sweet valley between her knockers. But her big jugs weren’t the only thing. Cute face. Long brown hair. Nice ass. Slender legs. She was a seriously hot package.

  “Julie?” Kiefer asked, quickly glancing at me before returning his attention to Tara. “Yes, she’s a member. Why do you ask?”

  “Hmm,” Tara purred. She locked eyes with me. “I want to see Steve squeeze her boobs. And I want to see how they feel for myself.”

  I was floored. I remembered something that Tara had said back at the orgy: You think I’ve never noticed you drool over her boobs? You’re like a baby staring at a milk jug store window. She was right. She knew I lusted over Julie’s jugs.

  Now Tara said that she wanted to see me squeeze them? Was this for real?

  “You’re joking,” I said with a tight throat.

  “Not at all.” Tara’s tiger eyes returned. “I want to see you smush your face on them. I want to see your cock between them. I want to see them jiggle as you fuck her.”

  My dick was as hard as the railing next to us. I remembered Tara attacking Claire’s tits back in our Valentine’s threesome. I stared at my girlfriend, and my jaw was surely on the floor.

  “You don’t think I’m serious?” Tara asked. She broke our eye lock to turn to Kiefer. “We’ll visit your club. Steve will fuck Julie. And I’ll be there, holding her big tits.”