by Nellie Cross
“Do we just go in and tell them that we’re leaving or do we just leave?”
“I think we should just leave.”
Remus came out of the room. “Look, I’m really sorry for not telling you about this earlier, but I was afraid that if I put that out there too soon, you would run away.”
“But we’re doing that now,” Kenny said.
“Listen, listen. Obviously this is something new to you.”
“Understatement of the year.”
“But me and Penelope saw you in that restaurant and I recognized something in the two of you. Me and Penelope were the same way. Excuse my intrusion, but how long did it take for you to hit the low point of your marriage?”
“What does this have to do with anything, you’re a bunch of swingers,” Kerry said.
“Me and Penelope hit the snag in our marriage ten years in. We stopped enjoying and appreciating one another, taking each other for granted. We wouldn’t have sex and everything we said to one another started an argument. We were this close to a divorce until we met George and Katrina and they saved our marriage.”
“Becoming swingers saved your marriage?”
“As weird as it sounds, it did. And I saw the same thing in you. Sure, you were a little happier, but I knew deep down that your marriage was in trouble just like mine was and I thought I’d pay it forward. So I paid for your meal and invited you to meet everyone. I’m really sorry, I should’ve warned you. If you don’t want to come back in, I understand.”
After some silence, Kerry said, “Just give us a moment.”
“What?”
“No problem,” Remus said. He went back into the room.
“Why do we need a moment, I thought we were leaving?” Kenny asked.
“Two years ago our marriage started going downhill.”
“Oh, you can’t be serious. You cannot be considering this.”
“Maybe they’re on to something.”
“I am not having sex with any of those people Kerry!”
“I don’t want you to, but maybe we should… watch.”
“You want to watch?”
“Maybe they might teach us something.”
“Kerry, listen to yourself.”
“Kenny, look at us. If a complete stranger can see that our marriage is in shambles, then we need help.”
“But not like this.”
“We shot down every other idea we had. What do you want us to do besides get a divorce? Do you want to leave me?”
Kenny shook his head. “No, of course not.”
“So? We can’t keep being miserable.”
“The minute it starts getting too much, we’re leaving.”
They opened the door to the room, where clothes were finally off. Portia was bent over one of the couches, where Remus was slowly thrusting into her. A look of pure pleasure was etched into her face. He gently caressed her torso, flicking his fingers over her nipples.
Penelope and Katrina had the Leone man - Portia’s husband - sandwiched between the two of them, all three of them kissing and rubbing on one another.
The others were engaged in sex on the floor and against the walls and on top of the bar.
Kerry clutched Kenny’s arm a little tighter.
The Smith woman began to cry out from rocking on top of George. She bounced on him faster until her orgasm filled the entire room. He pressed her pelvis into his. Her husband sat on the couch and stroked his hard member to the proceedings.
Penelope and Katrina started 69’ing one another while the Leone husband touched them. Portia stood against Remus, holding his neck while he fucked her and groped her breasts.
George rolled on top of the Smith woman and began to thrust into her rather roughly, however, she pushed back against him with an equal amount of force, relishing in every second of it. “Come on, fuck me….”
Portia and Remus were sitting on the couch in post-coital splendor, caressing one another and making small talk.
This continued for a few minutes longer until everyone came and was satiated. Kerry and Kenny stood frozen in place, unnoticed.
“Let’s go,” Kenny finally whispered after a beat.
They were halfway home before either of them spoke.
Kerry sighed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?”
“I don’t know if that is what’s going to save our marriage.”
“Then what will?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think that neither one of us want to try anymore,” Kenny said. “Let’s just save it for the morning, I’m tired.”
***
Although it was the weekend, Kerry was up, dressed and eating breakfast alone. The twins were at soccer practice for the day.
The doorbell rang when she took a sip of her coffee. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and was surprised to see the Katrina and Portia at her door. Kerry gasped.
“Good morning!” the two women said cheerfully.
“Uh, good morning?”
“We’re sorry to show up unexpectedly, but we felt that we needed to talk to you,” Portia said.
“Well, Kenny’s still asleep.”
“Oh, that’s fine, we want to talk to you.”
Kerry let them in. “Have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?”
“Just some water, please.”
Kerry served them their water and resumed her coffee.
“We understand,” Katrina began, “that you and Kenny were surprised by what occurred last night. We all were when we were new to the scene. But we were also very desperate.”
“Okay, okay, I’ve been hearing the same thing since last night. How does fucking other people save your marriage?” Kerry bluntly asked.
Portia inhaled deeply. “I caught Luigi in bed with another woman one day. They hadn’t started yet, but they were close to. I was furious, but then he made it a point to say that we hadn’t had sex in three years. I told him that I only existed to him when he wanted to have sex or needed to eat.”
“Me and George have a similar story,” Katrina chimed in.
“And how did that lead you to becoming swingers? I do not understand why you didn’t go to a marriage counselor.”
“We didn’t trust one, we had always heard about differing experiences with counselors,” Portia said.
“We actually tried a marriage counselor and it only led to us arguing more. But the counselor did say one thing that resonated with me. Once she saw that we were resistant to her therapy, she threw up her hands and said that we’d have to become completely different people all together for this marriage to work, and that would be impossible. But finding other people wasn’t that hard. That lead us to finding a swingers’ event and we really enjoyed it. Then we began to pay it forward and we found other struggling couples and we grew into the small group that we have now.”
Kerry looked at them, still confused.
Katrina continued, “I’ve found that what it comes down to is that watching your spouse interact with someone else, someone they are obviously attracted to, while you're interacting with someone else, someone that you are obviously attracted to, it tends to bring things back to center in your marriage.”
Portia snapped her fingers. “After our first event, Luigi said he realized that he wanted to be the one making me feel those things.”
“And it’s more than the sex. We all pay such great attention to one another when we’re discussing our lives. I used to talk to George and it was like talking to a brick wall sometimes. Once we started this lifestyle, he listened more, and I began to appreciate the little things he did to show me how much he loved me as well.”
“So, watching Kenny talk to and screw another woman while I talk to and screw another man will inspire some spark of jealousy and bring us closer together?”
“Jealousy is such an ugly word for it though,” Katrina said. “It’s like, someone still finds your husband attractive and it stirs the thought, ‘That should be m
e doing that to him and for him.’”
“Remember Kerry, it seems like we are pressuring the two of you; if you absolutely don’t want to join us, that is fine. We just want to help you however we can. After Remus told us about you two, we really knew we had to help you.”
Katrina finished, “Just think about it. We’ll be here. Thank you for your time.”
“Yes, thank you,” Portia said.
Kerry showed them to the door. Afterwards, she went into her bedroom and stood over Kenny. He was slowly coming awake.
“What?” He asked.
“Would you get jealous seeing another man pay attention to me the way you used to?” she asked.
He paused to think about it. “It would bother me, I don’t know about jealous though. Why?”
“What about if that same man was screwing me?”
Without hesitation, he said, “I’d be pissed off. Why are you asking me this?”
She relayed the prior visit.
“So they all get their rocks off by fucking other people, then going home and fucking each other.”
They nodded in silence. “Maybe confronting that fear does help.”
“The fear that the person you love the most will leave you?” Kerry asked.
“Yes.”
They stared intently into each other’s eyes.
***
The next party was a month later. This time, they held it at Remus and Penelope’s house.
Kerry and Kenny were tense at the door; his arm was wrapped around her waist.
Penelope answered the door. “Hey you two, come on in.”
She led them into their den, which was off the patio leading to their pool. A Jacuzzi was built into the floor in the den itself. Penelope showed them the bar and welcomed them to make their own drinks.
Like last time, they talked for hours, letting the booze and eventually some Mary Jane flow freely through the room. Seats were shifted, until everyone was sitting next to who they were going to be with for the night.
Luigi sat next to Kerry, while Portia sat next to Kenny.
“Would you like me to massage your shoulders?” Luigi asked. His smile was gentle.
“Yes, please.”
His hands were strong, and he worked on the knots in Kerry’s back, releasing them from tension that had been building in them for who knew how long. Kerry rolled her neck on her shoulders.
She peeked at Kenny out the corner of her eye and saw that he was kissing Portia.
She felt Luigi’s lips on the back of her neck. She shuddered. His lips moved around her neck, up to her jawline, settling on her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth. Kerry responded in kind.
His hands stroked her face and rubbed her body up and down.
She heard someone begin to moan. Luigi’s hands stroked her breasts. Their kissing became more urgent. Frantically, his hands slid around to unzip her dress. She stood up and stepped out of the dress.
Not so subtly, she tried to cover herself up, but Luigi moved her arms out of the way and buried his face in between her thighs. He nibbled and licked her through the fabric of her panties before pulling them down her legs. He put his head back in place.
Kerry cried out loudly. Luigi’s tongue was very talented, working over Kerry’s lips and clitoris with great skill. She put her leg on his shoulder and rocked back and forth against his tongue.
Luigi stopped to remove his clothing. Kerry took another brief look at Kenny, who was being ridden by Portia, while he sucked on her breasts.
Kerry touched herself while Luigi stepped out of his briefs. He turned Kerry around and entered her from behind. His stroke was quick and gentle as he held Kerry close to him, sucking on her neck and collarbone.
Kerry grabbed on to the couch for leverage, bending over and bucking into his pelvis. She moaned into the cushions of the couch while Luigi gripped her hips.
More moans rang out around the room, until the Smith woman orgasmed.
Luigi sat on the couch and Kerry climbed on top of him. She held his face and gave him light pecks on his lips as she rocked slowly back and forth on top of him.
“You’re so pretty,” Luigi said.
“Thank you.”
He grabbed her hips to rock her faster and sucked on her neck and collarbone. Kerry bounced and rocked on him into her orgasm. Luigi finished a few minutes later.
Thirty minutes later, everyone was finished and they slowly started to put their clothing back on. Good nights were said.
Kerry and Kenny quietly walked to their car. The car ride was just as silent.
They crept into the house. Kerry checked on the boys, who were sound asleep. She closed her bedroom door behind her after she entered. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said quietly.
The water ran over her body, and steam flowed around her. She poured some body wash in a loofah and ran it all over her body.
Suddenly, she felt Kenny’s hands rubbing the soap all over her. She jumped.
“It’s only me,” he said. They washed the night off of one another.
Kenny dried her off and then wrapped a towel around himself. They brushed their teeth.
They entered their bedroom and Kerry went to grab her pajamas, until Kenny said, “Don’t wear anything.”
They crawled into bed naked, and Kenny held her close to him.
“It wasn’t the same.”
“I know,” she said.
“I wanted it to be you.”
Kerry kissed him. He kissed her back. Pretty soon they were locked in a tight embrace, rubbing each other. Kenny rolled on top of her. “Do you want me to do it right?”
“Yes.”
He entered her and Kerry cried out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust slowly into her.
They stayed like this, increasing the pace every so often until Kenny picked Kerry up off the bed and bounced her up and down on his pelvis. Kerry threw her head back and yelled out in ecstasy. Hearing her come, Kenny let go and followed suit.
Afterward, the lie wrapped in one another, talking, something they needed to do for a long time.
***
Kenny woke up to a full breakfast the next morning.
“Good morning,” he said, kissing her.
“Good afternoon. Are the boys home?”
“They’re gone.”
“Good. Are you wearing anything underneath that robe?”
“I’m only wearing my smile,” she said seductively.
After breakfast, they stood in the full length mirror and Kenny told Kerry what he liked about her body. “I told you you’re still as fine as the day I met you.”
She rocked and bounced on top of him, and he held her hips, a wide smile on his face as he looked upon her with admiration and lust.
“Come for me baby,” Kenny said.
“Oh yes, yes….”
After they both came, they lie wrapped in one another once more.
“Kenny, I love you. I always have.”
“I love you Kerry, and I always have.”
He kissed her.
“Do you want to go back to the swingers’ club?” she asked with some hesitancy.
“No. You’re who I want,” he said.
“Good. It wasn’t that great.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t. It was like a bad porno.” They both laughed.
“And not even any of the new stuff, I’m thinking like that 1970s type with the cheesy music in the background.”
Kenny shook with laughter. “If that’s what floats their boat, then great. It’s not for us.”
“Yeah, it’s not. I love you.”
“I love you too Kerry.”
***
The next party was the original four couples.
“Do you think they’ll come back?” Portia asked.
“They are more than welcome to if they want to,” Katrina said.
“They’ve probably locked themselves in a room and screwed each other’s brains out,” George said.
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sp; “It happens like that sometimes, some need to continue to do it, and others only have to do it once. You remember the Austins?” Katrina said.
