One Swinging Summer: (Corrupted 1-4)

by Klaire, Jamie

Wondering if the action was all in here or had spread to the whole club, we decided to walk around. The french doors leading outside had been propped open, and the dance floor had gotten so full that people made a larger dance floor by spreading out onto the patio. We wound our way through the dancing, throbbing, thrashing, naked throngs that now filled the doorway leading outside and spilled outside as well. The first quarter of the pool area was now also filled with dancers. Since the doors were open and the music was piped out here as well, the dance floor had spread from the nightclub area, to the doorway and the first portion of the pool area.

  Once we weaved through them all and made it outside, past the makeshift dance floor, we could see that whatever had ignited in there had indeed made it out here as well. All the hot tubs were full of naked or nearly naked bodies, and many were in the pool as well. Some fully dressed folks were planted in the chairs and swings, watching all the activities, but most were joining in instead of watching from the sidelines.

  In the pool, one woman was on her knees in the shallow end of the water, giving a blow job to two men at the same time. The men were standing up out of the water some, to be at the right height. She held a cock in each hand, and her head would swivel back and forth, working first one man and then the other. She was naked as well, her breasts floating and bobbing on top of the water with her actions.

  Even the cabana beds were full. One lady on a bed had her top on, but was naked from the waist down. She was on her knees on the bed while a man knelt behind her, taking her from behind. Other than us and the fully dressed people, she was the only one out here with a top on.

  Caleb and I found one free chair, and I was sitting on his lap. As we watched everyone, he got my dress up around my hips. He was running his hands over my dress, playing with my breasts and my nipples through the lacy fabric and running his hands down over my curves and back up under my dress. He alternated between teasing me through my panties and sliding under them as well. I leaned back against him, my mouth turned to his to taste him as he played with me. He squirmed under my weight, his hardness easily felt through his pants.

  I needed to taste more of him, so I wiggled off of his lap and dropped to my knees in front of his chair. As I took him into my mouth and licked and sucked him, he held my head firmly in his hands. He didn't force me, just held on as I moved up and down with him. After a few minutes of this treatment, he was begging for me to sit on his lap again, this time without my panties. But I wasn't ready for it to end here.

  I wanted to play with him some more, so I told him no. I said we haven't even checked out the other rooms yet, and that in particular I wanted to go see the orgy rooms now but I wanted to end up in a curtained bed for a while. I wasn't sure for a minute that he would be able to stop and get up, but the thought of seeing what else was going on was enough to get him up and out of our chair. He tucked himself away for now, and we went to watch some more.

  Chapter 34

  Oops

  We fought our way through the crowd on the dance floor again, heading for the orgy rooms. When we walked into the first orgy room, we stood together against the wall. He had an arm around me, holding me close, kissing and rubbing me through the lace cut outs as we took in the scene.

  One bed held a redhead wearing a sexy nurse uniform. Her top was unbuttoned and her breasts were out and bouncing as she rode reverse cowboy on a man we couldn't really see because she was facing us. She went all out on the outfit; the dress was short and white and rode up on her hips as she rode him. She was wearing white thigh-high stockings and stripper heels. She even had a small nurse's cap pinned into her hair.

  As she leaned forward riding him, her arms pressed her breasts together and a guy standing beside us asked if he could slide himself between her breasts. She said yes, so he climbed on the bed facing her and she took him into her mouth first, wetting him. Then he slid himself between her breasts so that as she bounced on her cowboy, her breasts rubbed up and down his shaft as well.

  This must be the room for uniforms because on the bed next to them was what looked to be a french maid on her back. It was hard to be sure though, because she had one guy drilling her missionary style, while a naked woman was kneeling over her face. But there was white-trimmed black satin and tulle all around her. She had on fishnet stockings and her stripper heels were crossed over each other on the guy's back. Patent leather heels. They looked a bit like the strappy S&M heels Caleb bought me. I wondered if she got them at the same store we did.

  Next to them on the third and fourth beds at the same time was just a pile of nakedness. One man was on his back. He had a lady with long black hair straddling his face. All we could see of her was her back and her hair. He also had another redhead on all fours between his legs, sucking on him. The red-head that was sucking on him had a girl with dark hair lying under her, licking her as well. The dark-headed lady who was laying on her back licking the redhead had one guy kissing and playing with her breasts and another guy deep inside her. That was six total people, at least as far as I could tell. There may have been another person under there somewhere too. It was hard to count, as everyone was moving around so much.

  It was standing room only in here, all the chairs were taken but people were still crowding in here to get a peek. There was plenty to see.

  We wormed our way out of there after a while and looked into to other orgy room, but it was empty. All of the action was in the other room. Caleb looked at the empty beds, then to me, with his eyebrows raised. I shook my head no, saying "The curtained beds."

  He turned toward me grinning, and instead of turning around and leading him to the room with the curtained beds, I stood perfectly still in his way. As he stood close, directly in front of me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me- deep and hard and full of the pent-up passion from everything we had seen so far.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, answering his need with promises of my own. He started walking me backward down the hall, bouncing off the walls as we tried to walk and kiss and hold tight all at once. At one point he stopped walking, got a grip around my waist and picked me up. I held on with one arm around his neck, kissing him still as I used my free hand to yank my dress up around my waist so I could wrap my legs around him.

  He carried me this way, our mouths still seared together, my arms and legs wrapped around him, all the way down the hall. Cheers went up as he walked through the nightclub with me wrapped around him like this. He carried me, still kissing me, into and through the game room and down the hall toward the curtained beds.

  He put me down outside the door so we could enter here quietly. He took my hand and we went inside, peeking into beds as we passed them. We could hear erotic moans and heavy breathing as we saw a slightly tamer version in here of what was going on in the orgy room.

  Most of the beds had their curtains closed. Only one or two had the curtain pulled aside for all to see. A couple here, looking yin-yang behind their curtain, in a sixty-nine. A couple in the next bed there, he had her arms pinned above her head as he kissed her naked body almost reverently. The next one had two couples on the bed together, limbs and breasts moving sensuously.

  As we made our way around the room, peeking through each curtain, I started to wonder if there was an empty bed. There wasn't. We had made the complete circle, peeking in on each bed. Each and every bed had bodies, moaning, kissing, tasting, and thrusting.

  "We can wait, I guess. They can't go on forever." I whispered to Caleb as we stepped out into the hall. He pressed me hard up against the wall of the hallway, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. He looked at me, his eyes hot with passion and need. He kissed me, fiercely, pressing himself against me, keeping my hands from pulling him close.

  As he held me against the wall, he kissed his way down my neck, and then down my front. His tongue teased, dipping into the spaces the lace left open. He pulled on my nipple with his mouth, making it poke out an empty spot in the lace. He let go of my
hands and I used them to hold onto his shoulders, balancing myself against the wall as he pulled my dress up once again to my waist. He put both of his hands on my hips, holding the dress up as his tongue slid over the thin material of my panties.

  I spread my legs for him, resting one over his shoulder to give him access. His mouth felt heavenly, driving me to the brink of insanity for him. "Oh, god. Caleb." I moaned his name as I tried to bring myself even closer to his mouth.

  Calling his name stoked his fire even higher. He lifted my leg from over his shoulder and stood up, holding the leg that had been on his shoulder around his waist. He kissed me again, pressing his hardness against me. He broke the kiss long enough to speak, looking into my eyes. "I need you, now. The curtained beds are full. You pick. I can drive into you right here in the hallway, or I will find you a bed. Any bed. The first bed I see either outside or in the empty room."

  I was high on my need for him, my blood pulsing hot. I said, "A bed."

  He picked me up again, and again I wrapped my legs around him. This time as he carried me back to the empty orgy room, I had my eyes closed, hands buried in his hair as his mouth sucked and pulled on my nipples. I opened my eyes as I felt him set me down on my feet at the foot of a bed.

  He bent down, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulled it off of me over my head. Once I had on nothing but my tiny panties, he gently pushed me back onto the bed and he crawled toward me. He grabbed my hair, just the way I liked it, and kissed me hard, pressing me down on my back underneath him on the bed. He broke the kiss and started kissing down my body.

  He stopped for a minute again at my breasts, then continued south. As his mouth traced hot trails down my stomach toward my panties, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around us.

  The room was still mostly empty. I guess the show was still going on next door. But there was one couple on the bed beside us. As I looked over at them through my horny haze, I noticed they were licking each other. He was on bottom and she was kneeling over his face, bent down over him, sucking on him as he licked and sucked on her.

  About that time, I felt Caleb's tongue find me. Warm and wet. I dropped my head back to the bed and felt a deep moan escape my lips. I called his name again, "Oh, Caleb, that is so good." He answered me by adding his fingers to his tongue.

  He was purposely driving me to the brink, and then backing off. Again and again. My head rolled back and forth on the mattress, reveling in the feel of him.

  As he brought me to the brink once again, I turned my head to my right and watched as the couple beside me was doing it doggie-style.

  She was next to me, her head even with mine, on her knees. Her breasts were swaying with his thrusts. She saw me looking at her and smiled. My hand reached out of its own accord, almost tentatively. It wanted to touch her. She saw my tentative reach and she said, "Go ahead. It's OK."

  "Yeah?" I asked, just to be sure.

  She smiled, and said, "Yeah."

  I touched her breast, stopping it mid swing. As Caleb teased me, driving me crazy, I felt the weight of her breast in my hand, her nipple pressing against my palm. Her man continued to slide in and out of her, and Caleb stopped his oral teasing and knelt between my legs, now teasing me with the tip of his cock.

  He ran his hands up and down my body, playing again with my breasts, as he pressed himself gently against me. He slid slowly, oh so slowly home. As he sat still for a second, deep inside me, I took my hand off of my neighbor's swinging breast and ran it over to her other one. I played with her breasts as her man kept sliding in and out of her.

  I took my hand off of her and turned my attention back to Caleb. He was slowly teasing me again. Pulling all the way out, and sliding so slowly back deep inside.

  I looked to my left and realized we had company now there as well. There was another couple on that bed. He was lying on his back, as I was, and she was blowing him, her ass in the air. They were at an odd angle, he was far from us, but she was close.

  Caleb reached out his hand and rubbed her ass. I thought he should have asked first, but she didn't seem to mind. Actually, she leaned into his attentions. Soon he was fingering her from behind and still buried deep in me, thrusting faster now. She scooted in closer toward Caleb's hand, now right next to us.

  I turned my head back to the right, and watched as our original couple came together. He was still behind her doggie style, and she had her hand working between her legs. Once she started to come, he started thrusting faster and faster, moaning his release as she was coming down from hers.

  Watching them, and with Caleb's thumb making circles against my clit as he slid in and out, I finally fell over the edge Caleb kept bringing me to. Feeling me come, Caleb started driving into me. Harder, faster, his fingers still in our neighbor.

  At that moment I happened to look to my left and saw the girl that Caleb was fingering look back over her shoulder and say the words, "Fuck me, please."

  Still in my post-orgasm fog, I didn't react fast enough, but Caleb did. He pulled out of me and in one quick movement he was deep inside our neighbor, nailing her from behind.

  About the time I looked up at him in horror, he also realized what he had just done. He looked down at me with a panicked look on his face. But it was too late, he couldn't stop. Two more quick, panicked thrusts and he came too.

  Chapter 35

  An Understanding

  I tried to reassure Caleb in the dressing room afterward, but we were both in shock. We had quickly left the bed, grabbed our clothes and come in here. He kept saying, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I mean, I meant to, obviously, but, I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry."

  I said, "I know. I saw the whole thing. You just reacted faster than I did. I get it. We were playing with fire. I don't blame you. I wish it hadn't happened, but..."

  He gave me a hug, holding me tight for a long time. I clung to him, not sure what else I could do. "Let's get out of here," he said.

  We drove away, heading to his house as it was starting to get lighter outside. We drove in silence, each deep in our own thoughts.

  "Are you OK?" Caleb asked me quietly, about halfway there.

  I turned in my seat, and faced him to answer. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I gulped, and tried again. I took a deep breath, looked into his worried eyes, and promptly burst into tears.

  Caleb pulled the car off of the freeway at the next exit, and parked in the nearest empty parking lot. He unbuckled both of our seat belts and pulled me to him, holding me tight as I cried. I let it all out as he held me. Once I started I couldn't stop.

  The shock was wearing off and the graphic visual of watching him with another woman played over and over in my head. It was a short but powerful scene. Her begging for him. Him immediately, thoughtlessly, instinctively turning to her. My panic welling up when I couldn't say no fast enough and rein him in. His terror as he realized, blending with his expression as he came inside her.

  I sobbed against him, and he held me tighter not saying a word. What could be said? The details were sharp, I could never un-see them. For the first time I was grateful for the night that I had no memory. It was more kind, not to know.

  I didn't even blame him. I wasn't angry, not at all. I understood how and why it happened, in a way I never would have if I hadn't been there with him. But I was still crushed. I was heartbroken. I guess building walls around my heart, thinking we could play this game unemotionally and unattached was false. This visceral gut reaction didn't make sense if I didn't care for him. To fall apart this completely over an honest mistake opened my eyes to how much I cared about him. And that realization made me cry even harder.

  This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was using him, remember? For a fun, carefree, erotic experience to look back on when I was old and married to someone else. This was all supposed to happen in a bubble, with no hard feelings or consequences. I wasn't supposed to care.

  Caleb held me tight, even as my sobs faded into hiccups.
He didn't know how to help me so he just hung on. I think he was as surprised by my reaction as I was.

  "We don't have to go back there. Ever again. OK? We won't go back." He said, petting my hair and kissing the top of my head.

  We sat there a while longer, in silence, watching the sun come up. "Come on. Let's get home. We can go to bed and talk about this some more later. OK?" I found some tissues in his car and wiped my tears and blew my nose. "OK."

  We rode the rest of the way in silence. I sat beside him on the truck seat and he held my hand as he drove. When we got to his house, we went straight upstairs, took our clothes off and climbed into his bed.

  We lay on our sides, facing each other. He pulled me close and I rested my head against his chest. I wrapped my free arm around him and he used one hand to pull my leg over his before settling his arm around me. It took me a long time to fall asleep.

  * * * *

  When I opened my eyes the next day, we were still lying in the same spot. We hadn't moved at all, still holding each other tight. After a few minutes I realized from Caleb's breathing that he was awake too.

  "Good morning." He whispered cautiously.

  My face was buried in his chest, so I kissed the skin there reassuringly, and said good morning back to him.

  "Ready for some coffee?" He asked.

  I wiggled away from him just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. "Yes, please." I answered him, searching his face for signs. Of what I wasn't sure.

  When he came back with two cups I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on his patio. It was afternoon and hot outside, but I barely noticed. He handed me a cup, and sat down in the chair beside me. After a few sips he said, "Want to talk about it?"

  I answered with, "Not particularly," but smiled wanly at him, knowing we needed to.

  He smiled back at me, and then rubbed his free hand over his face, yawning and waking up.

  "I'm not angry." I started, wanting that out there.

  "Not even a little?"