Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  Inside the white panties was the bulge of an erection. It was lying straight up, pointing towards Lawan’s belly button. Easing her fingers inside the top of the waistband, Sophie slowly pulled the material down. The tip of the cock was smeared with precum.

  Sophie now knew why they’d travelled all this way; it was so that G-J could watch her perform with a ladyboy.

  Taking the cock gently in her hand, she pulled it forwards and bent to lick the precum away with her tongue.

  Lawan shuddered and let out a sigh.

  Sophie smiled at her. Him. She took the cock into her mouth and bobbed her head. Lawan let out a groan and cradled Sophie’s head, but slowly pushed her away after just a few seconds. He slipped off the panties, knelt up on the bed and wrestled the dress off over his head. Now they were both completely naked.

  Sophie was eased onto her back and she opened her legs, knees bent, heels digging into the mattress. As Lawan supported himself above her, Sophie gripped his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Both let out a sigh as the cock slid all the way in. Sophie pulled him down on top of her, enjoying the strange combination of soft breasts crushed against hers and a hard cock thrusting in and out of her.

  She started moving with him, rolling her hips. She wanted to come again, but mainly she wanted Lawan to come. It was his turn, and she wanted to make it as good for him as she could. She clenched around him, stroked his back, whispered in his ear and kissed his neck.

  Sophie came first, a long grateful sigh escaping her throat. Lawan increased the speed of his thrusts and Sophie opened her eyes to watch his face. She watched as he gritted his teeth and pounded her. He was close to coming.

  “Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” Sophie slid her feet up his legs and wrapped them around his thighs, her fingers digging into his backside as she pulled him into her.

  With a groan he withdrew and shot his cum on her breasts.

  She cried out in surprise; she’d expected him to come inside her. Another spurt of warm liquid landed on her stomach, and she saw Lawan pumping his cock. More cum erupted, and Sophie pushed her body up to his, their breasts touching.

  Lawan dropped onto her, their upper bodies sliding together and spreading cum over their tits. He moaned gently as their nipples touched.

  Finally they stopped moving and lay quietly. Sophie could feel his heartbeat as well as her own. After a couple of minutes Lawan rolled off her and sat up.

  G-J sat forward in the chair. “That seemed to go well, don’t you think?”

  Sophie laughed. “That’s an understatement.” She looked at Lawan and stroked his arm. “It was wonderful, thank you.”

  His smile was shy. “Thank you. I had wonderful time. You make me feel very good.”

  Lawan stood up and found his panties, pulled them on. Then he picked up his dress and started to put it on.

  G-J stood up. “Sophie, perhaps you’d like to shower before we leave?”

  Sophie walked naked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She decided to get a clean pair of panties and started to go back but stopped when she looked through the slightly open door to the bedroom. Lawan, now fully dressed, was kneeling on the carpet. Standing immediately in front of him was G-J, his cock protruding from his trousers. Lawan took the cock into his mouth and began pleasuring him.

  Sophie held her breath. She knew she shouldn’t be watching them, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. She’d never seen G-J involved in any sexual activity before, and she watched his face as he enjoyed the blowjob. His eyes were closed and he was frowning slightly, letting out quiet sighs. Although it turned her on, she was slightly hurt that G-J had chosen Lawan to give him release, rather than her.

  G-J dropped his head back and opened his mouth, and she knew he was coming. Lawan’s head bobbed faster and then stopped moving all together. Sophie stepped back from the door and got into the shower.

  When she returned naked to the bedroom, G-J was sitting back in his chair and Lawan was nowhere to be seen.

  Sophie was disappointed she hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye, but didn’t mention it. She dressed in jeans and a soft sweater, and they left for the airport less than fifteen minutes later. Although it was now in the early hours of the morning, the streets were still full of people.

  Once they were in the air, they removed their seatbelts and relaxed with a drink.

  Sophie’s body was still tingling from her exertions. “Thank you for the trip. I had a great time with Lawan.”

  He smiled. “I thought it was something you’d enjoy.”

  “When did you first meet him?” There were a lot of things she wanted to know, but would never ask.

  “A couple of years ago. I contacted him a few weeks ago to organise tonight.”

  Sophie smiled, wanting to ask about Lawan’s breasts, the hair removal and his high voice.

  “I told him what I wanted to see.” G-J took a sip of his drink. “Although Lawan would probably have been more than happy for you to satisfy him with your mouth, I’d insisted that he fuck you. I also instructed that he didn’t come inside you. I wanted to see your bodies covered in his cum.”

  Sophie nodded. “I can understand that. Personally I like to feel it inside me, but I know when Jim’s watching he likes to see men come over me.”

  “Oh?” He seemed interested in this.

  “Don’t you remember the night at your house when you watched me in the bedroom with those men?”

  He smiled. “Of course I do.”

  “Jim told the men to come on my face.”

  “I didn’t realise that. There’s no sound with the films.”

  She pushed her hair back behind one ear. “I suppose I can understand it. Most porn films show the man coming over the woman.”

  “Do you tell him what goes on during these trips?”

  “Of course.”

  G-J smiled. “And what does he think?”

  Sophie decided to be honest. “It turns him on. I usually describe what I’ve done while we’re in bed, and we always end up having sex.”

  She heard him swallow, could tell he was aroused. Why doesn’t he want to fuck me? She remembered something. “One night a few weeks ago, I actually filmed myself getting fucked, just to give him a treat.”

  “Oh?” He sat forward in his seat. “Tell me about that.”

  “We’d been in a bar, and some guys had been chatting me up. I was horny, and I’d had a few drinks on an empty stomach. Jim went to get the car and I stopped at the off-licence for some wine to take home. In there a guy was blatantly looking at my legs, so I propositioned him.”

  G-J laughed. “And what did you say?”

  “I told him I’d give him a better look around the back of the shop.”

  G-J was shaking his head. “I’m shocked, but then you are a very sexual creature.”

  Sophie leaned down and took her phone out of her handbag. She clicked through and found the video, then passed it to G-J. She watched his face as he played the film of her. Crouching down and sucking a stranger’s cock, then leaning against a wall and pulling him into her, filming her face as she came, filming his dripping cock pulling out of her.

  G-J passed her phone back. “What did your husband think?”

  “When I got in the car I made him drive to a secluded place. Then while he watched the film I gave him a blowjob. He came much sooner than usual, so I think it’s safe to say he liked it.”

  He shook his head, then checked his watch. He looked thoughtful, then smiled.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m just thinking. Here it is almost two in the morning, but as far as our bodies are concerned it’s only about 7pm. I think we will have time for a detour on our way home.”

  “Detour?”

  “Hmm. I think a short stop in Hamburg would be a good idea.”

  “You’re suggesting we stop off in Germany in the middle of the night?”

  He laughed. “It’ll take us all night to get there. I suggest you take another sleep
ing tablet and when you wake up we’ll be in Germany. We’ll have a few hours to spend, and I have an idea for something to take back for your husband.”

  Sophie wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but didn’t really care. So far, everything G-J had planned had given her immense pleasure, and she was happy to accept that whatever he planned to happen in Germany would be equally exciting.

  “Do you want anything to eat yet? I going to ask Stephanie for a sandwich.”

  Sophie realised she’d not eaten since they were in the market over twelve hours ago. “A sandwich would be great, thanks.”

  They ate and chatted for an hour or so, then Sophie took another sleeping tablet and reclined her chair. It was weird to think after her full day seeing Bangkok and her evening with Lawan, it was still before nine o’clock back in the UK. She’d not had the chance to text Jim, and had no idea what he was up to this weekend—although no doubt he’d be seeing his MILF at some point.

  As she drifted off, Sophie remembered Lawan’s beautiful face looking down at her as his cock spat its cream over their bodies. She smiled at the memory and dropped into a peaceful, contented sleep.

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  Chapter Eleven

  Jim opened his mouth and allowed Naomi to feed him with her fork. “Wow.” The seabass she’d ordered was delicious.

  Naomi smiled and nodded. “Whenever I dine out at the coast, I always choose fish.”

  Jim looked down at his steak. “But they have cows here, too.”

  She laughed. “Yes, that’s true.”

  They ate in silence for a few moments, then Naomi looked at him and put her hand on his. “Thank you for today.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “And last night.”

  He smiled broadly. Last night had been the first time they’d slept together, with the emphasis on the sleeping. Because of Naomi’s monthly cycle there had been no sex, but Jim had kissed her before she fell asleep, held her in his arms all night, and kissed her again when she’d woken. Today they’d walked hand in hand up the promenade. On the roller-coaster rides at the fun fair they’d squealed like teenagers. Then they’d removed their shoes and socks and paddled in the freezing sea.

  Naomi picked up her fork again and speared more seabass. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I did today.”

  “Wait ’til you see me naked.”

  She giggled. “I’ve already seen you naked, and I liked it.”

  Jim didn’t want the weekend to end, but Sophie would be back tomorrow.

  Naomi seemed to sense his mood. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled reassuringly, determined to enjoy the rest of their weekend.

  After dinner they walked along the seafront, but a cold wind blew from the bay and Naomi was shivering. They found a back street pub with a real fire and sat at a table chatting about their childhoods, teenage years, and getting married.

  “How did you two get into swinging?” Naomi asked him quietly, making sure they weren’t overheard.

  Jim shrugged. “We used to talk about it in bed—not swinging exactly, but just teasing each other. It was a kind of foreplay, or dirty talk, I suppose.”

  She smiled, moved closer. “What sort of talk?”

  “Sophie would suggest I ask a guy from my office that she fancied to join us for a threesome, and I’d say that I’d prefer to invite the sexy woman from next door.”

  “Hmm. So how did you make the leap from fantasy-talk to reality?”

  “An old mate of mine wrote to me out of the blue. He was relocating to New Zealand and asked if I fancied meeting up for a drink before he left. I’d not seen him for years, and he didn’t know I was married. It was Sophie who came up with the plan of getting him involved in a threesome without him knowing who she was.”

  “Would she have come up with the same plan if your old mate had been a woman?”

  Jim laughed. “Probably not.”

  “So…how did you make it work?”

  “I texted her the name of the pub we were going to, and then she allowed us to chat her up and take her back to my mate’s flat.”

  Naomi nodded. “Good plan. Were you two able to hide the fact you knew each other? That can be hard.”

  “We got away with it. My mate Joel isn’t exactly Mr Perceptive at the best of times, so when in the presence of a woman who’s prepared to shag him, he’s even more oblivious.”

  “Yeah, I can imagine.” She took a sip of her drink, then rubbed his leg. “And was that the night when you discovered you liked to share?”

  Jim was still annoyed at Sara for telling Naomi about his voyeurism. “I suppose so.”

  “How about your wife? Did she enjoy another man as much as she’d hoped?”

  “Oh yeah. She couldn’t get enough of him.”

  “Didn’t you feel any jealousy at all?”

  “I did feel some on that night. But the buzz I got from watching was stronger than the jealousy.”

  “What about now? Is your jealousy still being outweighed by your voyeuristic buzz?”

  He looked at her and hesitated. “That’s a good question.” He thought about how he felt—possibly for the first time in quite a while. “I no longer feel any jealousy at all. And if I’m honest, the buzz isn’t as intense as it used to be.”

  “Oh?” Naomi looked surprised. “Why d’you think that is?”

  “The not feeling jealous or the lack of buzz?”

  “Both.”

  “I don’t know. Does it matter?”

  She shook her head. “It’s your life. I’m sorry if I’m prying.”

  “No, you’re not.” He worried he’d offended her. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t ask, I’m just…” He shrugged, feeling a little silly. “I guess I’ve stopped analysing what me and Sophie are doing.”

  “You’re both having fun, so why analyse?”

  Jim smiled. “Yeah, I suppose there’s sense in that.”

  They sipped their drinks for a while.

  “So, what about you and…?” Jim brushed a strand of hair from her face. “What’s your ex-husband’s name?”

  “Anthony.”

  “Right. How did you and Anthony get into swinging?”

  “Why?” She smiled and tilted her head to one side.

  He found her smile irresistible and leaned in for a kiss. “I’m just curious.”

  “I think it was probably a natural progression of our relationship. We both liked sex, and both had fantasies. We were friends with a couple called Nigel and Becky, who were swingers. One night Anthony told Nigel he fancied Becky, and Nigel’s reply was that he could sleep with her providing Nigel could sleep with me.”

  Jim thought about it. “Sounds like you were traded.”

  She laughed. “It wasn’t like that. We discussed it, thought about the pros and cons, and both agreed it was something we wanted to try. There was no pressure from him.”

  Jim nodded. “Okay, maybe I was being unfair. But it was obviously a success, because here you are, still swinging thirty years later.”

  She laughed and slapped his arm. It wasn’t that long ago. I was probably older than you when I started but, to answer your question, yes, it was a success.”

  “How so? What made it good for you?”

  “A twelve-inch cock that could fuck me five times a night.”

  Jim’s mouth dropped open, and Naomi burst out laughing.

  “Okay, I made that bit up. The sex was good, but nothing particularly better than what I was already getting at home. It was something new, and there’s an adrenalin rush that comes with knowing you’re going to have sex with somebody else.”

  Jim imagined a younger Naomi getting excited about having sex with other men. For a reason he couldn’t explain, it wasn’t something he enjoyed thinking about.

  “Are you sorry you asked?” She looked concerned.

  “No.” He laughed, trying to act norm
ally. “I was wondering if either you or your husband had felt any voyeuristic or exhibitionistic thrills.”

  She shook her head. “We’re not all like you and Sophie. We usually did it in separate rooms, and sometimes in separate houses.”

  “Oh?” Jim was surprised at this, but he’d be the first to admit his knowledge of swinging was very limited.

  “The first time we were at our friends’ house and they used one bedroom and we used the other. The second time was with the same couple, but this time Anthony went to their house and Nigel came to ours.”

  “And did you and your husband talk about what had happened?” This was an important part for him and Sophie, but he accepted other couples may well prefer not to know the details.

  “Sometimes we’d tell each other stuff, but not always. There was always a bit of jealousy there on his part, so I tended not to mention what I’d done in great detail.” She smiled mischievously. “But now when we go to parties I always make a point of having sex where he can see me, just to piss him off.”

  Jim laughed. “How long ago did you separate?”

  “Five years.”

  He had no intention of asking the ‘what went wrong’ question, so instead suggested another round of drinks. The conversation moved away from swinging experiences and they chatted about their respective jobs.

  It was after midnight by the time they got back to their hotel room. Jim brushed his teeth then got into bed while Naomi used the bathroom. When she came out she was completely naked and carrying a small bottle of baby oil.

  Jim looked at the oil, then at her face. “What are you intending doing with that?”

  She smiled. “I’m horny.”

  “Oh. But you’re… you know.”

  “Mm, I know.” She held the baby oil bottle up triumphantly. “But I have something here that’s going to help us both.”

  Jim watched her slide into bed, her willowy frame graceful. She pulled the cover back and knelt on the bed next to his hip. Pouring a generous helping of the oil into one hand, she placed the bottle on the bedside table and then smeared the oil over Jim’s cock.