Swingers

by Piquette Fontaine

  “It was okay, I guess,” I answered and could see that my mother was not satisfied with my short response. There would soon be a series of follow up questions, but I didn’t really mind her inquisition.

  My mother helped me to achieve great heights after my father’s death and it was as if a whole new world of possibility opened up before me when she became the only parent in my life. No longer did I have to sit and listen to my father’s drunken dreams of teaching me how to ‘play the ponies’. I never had any interest in learning his gambling and drinking ways and could now allow my mother to direct my early career.

  I finished school and was still busy with my freshman year in college when I struck solid gold and made my first million. I’d been messing around with computer software and was hoping to become an IT specialist at one of the blue chip Stock Exchange Companies in town. I noticed one day that the antivirus software on my laptop was not very effective and decided, just for fun, to develop my own antivirus program. It worked really well and I gave it to one of my classmates to try out on his computer. The next day I was inundated with calls and visits from everyone on campus, as they all wanted to get the antivirus program I’d written. It wasn’t too difficult from there; I put together a team consisting mostly of students and we launched the antivirus software online. I didn’t expect too much and was hoping it would sell a couple hundred downloads to help pay for my tuition.

  Within one month we’d sold more than a hundred thousand downloads of my antivirus software, as word spread like wildfire on the internet about my fantastic new program that killed all computer viruses instantly.

  “Where are you drifting off to my son? Now tell me really, how was the party?” my mother said and interrupted my thoughts about our past.

  “I told you it was okay, Vivienne was not too boring,” I said with a smile. I suddenly wondered if my mother perhaps already knew that Vivienne Tredoux and I had ended up fucking all night long at her mansion in Greenhaven. Her face didn’t betray anything so I assumed that my mother was still in the dark.

  “I hope you are going to make a little effort to see her again, she’s from good stock,” my mother said.

  “How did you get to meet this French woman?” I asked, pretending to just be making small talk while I waited curiously to find out more about the dark haired beauty that I couldn’t seem to get out of my mind.

  It had been three days since I’d met Vivienne at her party and I never asked her for her number, so I had no way of casually speaking to her again. I left her mansion at 10 am the morning after the party and noticed that there were still some guests passed out on the expensive leather furniture downstairs. I could also hear people talking in the other bedrooms and I remember thinking that it must have been one helluva party taking place while Vivienne and I were having our friendly little exchange in the upstairs bedroom. The thought of taking her number had never crossed my mind as I happily waltzed out of her mansion with the feeling of a man who had scored a perfect home run the night before.

  “I knew her grandmother; they were all immigrants from France. She inherited the house and has done really well for herself in the highest social circles of New York,” my mom answered. Trust mommy dearest to have all of the insider info on everyone and everything going on in the greatest city in the world.

  I spent the rest of the morning discussing small little nothings with my mother. It would do no-one any good if she discovered that her son had formed a true interest in the French immigrant girl. That would quickly lead to Machiavellian machinations of the most intensive kind as my mother would never let an opportunity like that fall by the wayside. She would be doing everything in her power to establish not only absolute control over my interest in Vivienne, but also over all future interaction between us.

  It was after 12 when I finally managed to break myself free from the prolonged breakfast and I decided to go for a drive.

  “Why not drive through Greenhaven?” I thought with a smile and took the turnoff to where Vivienne’s mansion was nestled amongst the rest of the small palaces in the neighborhood. I couldn’t give a shit if she was busy or happened to have visitors. I wanted to see her again and I couldn’t care if she had the President of the USA over for lunch.

  I revved my engine when I stopped in front of her home and waited to see if there would be any reaction from inside the mansion which looked mysteriously still in the afternoon sun. My Blue Corvette roared like an angry lion as I revved the engine one more time.

  “Are you just gonna sit there and make a noise in your car like an immature schoolboy all day?” I heard a voice speak loudly from somewhere. I looked up at the big house and saw Vivienne peering from the balcony on the first floor.

  “Why don’t you let down your hair and let me climb up to your room?” I joked.

  “Rapunzel has a far better idea,” she answered, “just you wait right there.”

  She came running down the stairs and hastily exited the big front door. I had another opportunity to take a proper look at her sexy figure. She could have been a swimsuit model, the way she filled out the plain white T-shirt and blue hot pants she had on.

  She jumped into the passenger side of my Corvette and gave me an almost innocent look. “Now show me what your engine can do, big boy,” she smiled and I felt the excitement rising in my chest. The only thing I liked as much as fucking was speeding like a maniac in one of my sports cars.

  Soon we found ourselves on the open road and were doing an easy hundred.

  “Is that all you got?” she asked with a naughty grin.

  “That was just to warm up the engine, little miss,” I answered and put my foot down on the gas. We soon sped up to 150 miles per hour and beyond.

  “Whooo hoooo!” she shouted as we sliced through the warm mid-summer breeze in our blue missile. In that moment I decided that I wanted her. I wasn’t sure what the thought meant; only that I wanted to have her by my side. She looked like a schoolgirl on a secret drive with the boy whom her father had forbidden her to see. Her eyes had the most beautiful sparkle and it felt as if we’d done this a million times before.

  I had spent hours and hours talking to other women before in my life, without ever connecting with them the way that Vivienne and I were connecting on that drive. We didn’t have to exchange a thousand empty words to convey what we were feeling. We were both having the time of our lives and were speeding through the day a hundred times faster than the speed of night.

  When we finally made our way home she laid her head on my shoulder and it was a gesture that would stay with me for a long time. We’d left the world behind and there was now an unspoken bond between us.

  “Would you like to come inside?” she asked with an alluring flash of desire in her blue eyes.

  “Can a fish breathe underwater?” I responded with my own rhetorical question.

  We didn’t even have time to make our way up the stairs this time. We were both naked in the blink of a New York eye and she pushed me on my back on the large leather couch in the living room. She took my cock in her mouth a started sucking hungrily on it. I had to hold myself back as I didn’t want to shoot my load immediately. I turned my body underneath hers until her pussy was above my lips. Then I started licking her clit while she was sucking on my love stick and we 69’ed like that for what seemed like hours. When our foreplay finally became too much she mounted me like a cowgirl climbing on top of an unruly wild horse. She slipped my cock inside her wet slit and then started gyrating her hips in slow, circular movements. Then she threw back her head and started moving faster and faster.

  “Ah mon dieu…I’m coming!” she screamed and I took her hips firmly in my hands to press myself all the way inside her while her pussy contracted with pleasure. Then I picked her up while I was still inside her and held her body close as I stood up on my feet. I held her like that and started fucking her as if she was some kind of life sized sex toy. It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting closer to a climax. Then
I gave her one final deep shove and broke my own cardinal rule by offloading my hot sperm into her warm body. I just couldn’t care to play by my own self-imposed rule of never coming inside a woman in that moment. We fell onto the couch together and lay like that for a while before Vivienne stood up to go and fetch us a glass of orange juice from the kitchen.

  “Here, drink this. You will need your strength for the rest of the evening,” she said and handed me a glass of orange juice.

  I took the orange juice from her and drank it down in one thirsty gulp. “I really like our little mansion of fun and lust,” I whispered in her ear, “I really like it a lot.”

  VIVIENNE

  It was the three longest days of my life. Waiting to see him again; to feel those powerful arms of his stealing me away to a higher plane of bliss.

  I’d started believing that it had probably been no more than a one night stand for him and was just about to give up on the while idea of seeing him ever again when I heard the roar of a car engine outside. It was Clark, who else? The drive we took together and the passion we spent afterwards set a new standard in my mind of what true happiness might be like. I guess it’s true what they all say: Just when you give up all hope on finding what you’re looking for you it will walk right across your path.

  Now I was pacing across the floor of my living room, wondering what my next course of action should be. I’d never felt this way about a man. He was the perfect blend of irritating arrogance and irresistible animal attraction. The fact that he was also rich meant absolutely nothing to me; in fact I admired him for not waving his money in my face like some elusive bait.

  I could sense that he had some secrets that he would never share with the rest of the world. To everyone around him he projected an image of absolute carefree exuberance and he pretended to be in total control of his life. But I felt like I’d seen another side of him, as sometimes when we made love he had a look in his eyes that was almost vulnerable and much more revealing than he realized.

  Apart from his obvious sexual attraction he was also dangerous in the most seductive way. I always had the sense that he might break through all the barriers I’d so carefully erected around my heart and disappear forever to leave me stranded with my confusing feelings for him.

  I looked around the large area of the living room and everything suddenly appeared a little too quiet and empty. It always felt this way in the days following a noisy party at my house, but this time there was and added void that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I didn’t want to admit to myself that my feelings were directly attributable to Clark’s absence.

  “Don’t make it all about him or you will soon lose yourself completely,” I heard my grandmother’s streetwise voice admonishing me somewhere in my subconscious mind.

  I decided to go up to my room and page through my Red Book to take a look at the names I had written in there. This exercise always gave me a sense of power and control. It felt reassuring to see the names of Judges written in it, next to those of Senators and powerful politicians. The pages were old and worn. I dared not capture the names and numbers on a computer or any other electronic device, as it might just fall into the hands of some hacker and send the entire structure of New York’s power elite into a tailspin. If the media ever had to get a hold of the contents of my Red Book they would have a field day writing all kinds of exposes on the men and women who had their names written in it.

  I held the Red Book in my hands and carefully opened it. “All of us caught like prisoners between your red covers,” I whispered as if the little book could hear and understand my words, “all of us except for Clark Logan.” I thought how ironical it was that I was now falling for the one man who didn’t have his name written in my Red Book and probably couldn’t give a shit about it.

  I’d tried once, a long time ago, to give up the whole game of matching up rich men with women who were prepared to fuck their way to the top, but when word got out that I was planning on quitting I quickly received some very concerned calls and visits from the men and women whose names filled the pages of my Red Book. I’d never realized how I’d been personally caught up in my own system, just like a spider caught in its own web. The concerned men and women made it crystal clear to me that they would not appreciate me quitting our ‘social circle’ and that they would not trust me with the explosive information I had about their sexual past if I was happily roaming the world outside.

  So I was free to remain in control of our ‘social circle’, but I could never leave it.

  I suddenly wondered if Clark also had some dark skeletons in his closet. Was he really as free as he appeared to be? Or did he also have forces controlling his actions and limiting his movements? Only time would tell, if I happened to be lucky enough to get enough time with Clark to find out more about him.

  I put the Red Book back in the safe and closed the heavy steel door to safely hide the book with its sensitive contents. I sat back on my bed and closed my eyes. I half expected to see Clark’s naughty grinning face laughing at me when I opened my eyes again. He had such a knack for appearing from nowhere and that was one of the most riveting aspects of his personality. I loved the way that nothing was scripted between us. When Clark picked me up in his Blue Corvette that day and we went speeding down the highway it seemed to me like we were two leaves caught in a flooding river. We were rushing towards the edge of the cliff and I was happy to join him to find out where the stream would take us. Perhaps we would be swallowed up by the waterfall, or perhaps we would be propelled to even greater speeds by its foaming cascades.

  “I’m ready to take the ride,” I whispered to myself and looked out the window. I sent up a wishful prayer to hear the roar of his Blue Corvette again outside my mansion.

  My prayer was answered sooner than I could ever have hoped.

  CLARK

  I’m not sure if it was the way in which she was prepared to let me go every time without asking when she would see me again, or whether it was just that knowing smile she flashed at me as she waved good bye. Whatever it was, she’d made herself at home in the dark recesses of my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  Women normally got that concerned puppy dog look in their eyes when I left them after giving them the royal Clark Logan sexual treatment…like they knew I was never coming back and they feared they would never feel the touch of my fingers or the caress of my lips on their naked bodies ever again. If only they’d known that their giving me that longing look was just about the most effective way of ensuring that I would never come back. I knew that a woman who had that look in her eyes would soon start throwing the ‘C’ word at me and I was not a great fan of talks about commitment.

  Vivienne never once let on that she ever wanted to see me again and that little bit of reverse psychology was simply irresistible to me. I once heard a sports commentator explain how the best running backs in football could sidestep around any defender, even if the defender knew exactly which way the running back was going to sidestep. Vivienne was a bit like that; I knew she was probably doing it on purpose, but I was still totally intrigued by the fact that she was not seeking any kind of assurance or commitment from me.

  What was it that interested me immediately about certain women? It was the sense of a challenge and the idea of hunting down the kind of woman who always kept men at arm’s length. I guess you could say that Vivienne did exactly that when I first met her at the party. I knew she was interested in getting to know me in the Biblical way right from the first moment she’d set her eyes on me. I could tell that from the way she touched her hair and tried too hard to present a professional front. But she never once gave me the open invitation to flirt with her and this had caught my interest immediately.

  I know this might be hard to believe, but I still didn’t have her phone number, it was like a little game of cat and horny mouse we were playing; not having one another’s numbers and having to wait breathlessly for our next encounter. This was perhaps the most e
xciting part of the whole thing for me. I loved the way how each time we met felt like the first time; each thrilling sexual experience felt like it was our first.

  Where did she learn all these wicked ways of creeping into a man’s mind? How did she manage to get just about every single Hollywood power broker and every beautiful New York actress and model together at her party that evening when we first met?

  Who the fuck was Vivienne Tredoux?

  It was time to find out a bit more about her. Time to steer my Blue Corvette down to Forest Drive, Greenhaven; to that secret mansion on the hill.

  I was cruising over to her place before you know it and hoped she would be there.

  “Gotta get her damn number this time,” I thought to myself as I took the turn at the top of Forest Drive and saw the tall shape of Vivienne’s mansion looming large at the end of the road. I almost revved the car engine again to announce my arrival, but then decided that it would seem too much like a boring repetition of the last time I’d arrived.

  I stopped a short distance away from her mansion and walked the last twenty yards to her front door. The house right next to Vivienne’s place had a beautiful bush of red roses on the front lawn and, without thinking, I carefully snapped off one of the largest roses from the bush. I knew that the gardener who had so obviously spent hours and days growing the beautiful flowers wouldn’t mind me harvesting the single red rose. It was for a good cause, after all. I needed to break through Vivienne’s defenses and find out what lay beyond her carefully erected façade.