The Swing Set: Corey: (The Swinging Florida Keys #4)

by Cheri Wood

  The Swing Set:

  Corey

  (The Swinging Florida Keys #4)

  by

  Cheri Wood

  This is a work of fiction and does not in any way claim to be quality literature. It has been produced solely for entertainment purposes. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  It all started with Tanya’s party.

  Before I knew it, my husband Cameron and I had agreed to experiment with swinging.

  After a pleasant-enough experience with Carmen’s husband Adrian, and a horrific experience with Lauren’s husband Tom, I was ready to drop out of the experiment. But then Corey came along, and I agreed to go to one more party…

  “Did you hear about Lauren? So sad,” Mel said as we sat down with our coffees on the Tiki Hut’s patio. It was another hot, humid day, but at least there was a breeze coming off the Gulf.

  “No, what?”

  “She found out Tom got his twenty-five-year-old paralegal pregnant. They’re filing for divorce.”

  “Poor Lauren. At least she’ll be free of him,”

  “I don’t think she sees it that way,” Mel said, shaking her head. “He offered her a lot in the way of security. Not just the money, either.”

  “The man’s got anger issues. I’d say she’s better off.”

  “I take it this is coming from last week’s experience?”

  I leaned over the table so no-one would hear us talking. “He tried to choke me. If a security guard hadn’t shown up, I really don’t know what would have happened.”

  “Like, in the middle of sex?”

  “No. After. He was saying horrible things and I slapped him. Then he just went crazy.”

  “Did you tell Cam?”

  “No. He’d probably arrest him or something, and then we’d all have a lot of explaining to do.”

  “What about Corey?”

  My coffee went down the wrong way and I sputtered. “What about Corey?” I croaked as my coughing fit subsided.

  “Did you tell him what happened?”

  “Not any more than I told the both of you at the diner.”

  “Not even when you were in bed together?”

  I shifted in my seat. “No. And why are you asking it like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like I did something wrong.”

  Mel tilted her head as she looked at me. “Sweetie…”

  “I mean, I know it was your night, but you didn’t seem to mind-”

  “I didn’t. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not worried about you.”

  “Worried about me? Why?”

  “You’re keeping what happened with Tom from your husband. Why did you text me and not Cameron that night?”

  “He was busy fucking Tanya like a porn star.” The words tasted like bile, and I could hear the bitterness in my voice. It wasn’t fair to Cameron; I was the one who’d asked for this.

  “And you don’t think he would have stopped if you needed him?”

  “I’m sure he would, but I felt so… dirty. And this was all my idea, I didn’t want to ruin it for him when I was the one who got him into it.”

  “Sweetie… the only way this works is if you’re both on the same page. You can’t keep things from your husband. It will tear you apart.”

  “I know.” I nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”

  “Good. So… read any good books lately?” Mel went from serious to grinning in the span of seconds, and I tried matching her sunny disposition. Inside, though, there were only clouds.

  “Hi guys, glad you could make it,” Corey greeted us at the door. He shook Cameron’s hand and kissed me on the cheek. It was completely casual, but I was more nervous than ever.

  Over the past month, Cameron had worked long shifts due to the flu taking out half the force combined with a surge in street crime. Meanwhile, I’d been busy at work and exhausted when I got home at night. Safe to say, sex hadn’t been a priority for either one of us. And I hadn’t told him about Tom, like I’d promised Mel.

  “You look beautiful,” Mel complimented me as Cameron and I walked over to her and Greg.

  “Thanks. You too, as always. Love those shoes,” I commented, hugging her.

  “Seventy percent off, can you believe it?” she said, turning her foot to show off the spiked heel.

  “Really? Where?”

  “I see where this is going,” Greg said to Cameron, nodding towards Mel and me. “I think I saw beers over by the fireplace. You in?”

  “Definitely,” Cameron said and squeezed my waist. “Love you.”

  “I love you,” I returned and kissed his cheek before he went off with Greg.

  “They’re really getting along,” Mel remarked, watching the guys grabbing beers for themselves.

  “Yeah.”

  “Hey, what do you say if we happen to draw each other’s husbands at some point that we make it a double-date?”

  I raised my eyebrows at her. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, why not? Greg and I have a huge four-poster.”

  “I don’t know… wouldn’t that be awkward?”

  “Just give it some thought, okay? You and I have already seen each other naked, after all,” she said with a wink and I quickly looked around to check that no-one had heard.

  “Relax, no-one cares,” Mel said and I turned back to face her.

  Just then, Corey walked up to us and put his hand on Mel’s ass, giving her a little squeeze.

  “Those shoes do wonders for your ass. You should keep them on tonight.”

  Mel laughed and punched his shoulder. “Hands off, Mister. Someone else will be admiring my ass tonight.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “Call it a hunch.”

  I was starting to feel like a third wheel when Corey turned his attention to me. “Sandra. Blue is definitely your color. You should pick a key to match.”

  “Um… yeah, maybe.”

  He smiled and stepped forward, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “You won’t regret it.” Then, he squeezed my shoulder and walked off.

  “He’s such a flirt,” Mel said, sounding amused. Then she leaned in close and spoke in a low voice. “And an amazing fuck. But you already know that, don’t you?”

  I was already wet thinking about it. I wasn’t exhausted, I was ready to go. And, heaven help me, I wanted Corey.

  I picked the blue key. My core was tingling even before Corey announced I’d drawn his color for the night, and then I felt the cooling effect of guilt. I’d effectively given myself license to cheat on my husband. The other two times it had been a mutual thing where neither one of us had a say in who we’d partner up with, but this time, I did. And I said yes to Corey.

  Mel drew Cameron’s color and that made my guilt even worse. If Tanya had claimed Cameron, at least I could have pretended it was only fair that I be with Corey.

  Two by two, the newly formed couples left the house, leaving me alone with Corey. And just like
that, I was nervous again.

  “Come on, I have a room set up,” he said, extending his hand. I only paused for a moment before taking it, but he obviously noticed my hesitation.

  “Don’t be scared, Sandra. This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

  I swallowed and nodded. “I remember.”

  The room he’d set up was a small living room with a square table and two chairs, as well as a sectional sofa. I couldn’t help flashing back to the couch in Adrian’s game room and my cheeks warmed.

  “Milady,” Corey said, making a sweeping gesture as he pulled out a chair at the table.

  I smiled up at him and accepted the seat.

  “Can I get you a drink?” he offered, making a sweeping gesture towards a small drink cart by the far wall.

  “I’m good.” Frankly, I was too nervous to drink.

  “Alrighty, then,” he said and took the seat opposite me. From a box sitting in the middle of the table, he pulled out a sealed deck of cards.

  “How are you at poker?”

  “Um… inexperienced?”

  “I could teach you how to play later, if you’d like?”

  “Sure.”

  “For now, we’ll keep it simple,” he said and split the deck into two piles, sliding one across to me and keeping one for himself. “High card wins. Ace is the highest, not the lowest. Okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “We each flip over one card at the same time, and the winner tells the loser what piece of clothing to remove or what to do, if the winner so chooses.”

  “You’re a professional poker player,” I pointed out. “Hardly seems fair.”

  “We’re just drawing random cards - skills are of no use.”

  “Says the one with all the skills,” I teased before shuffling my cards. Just in case.

  “Satisfied?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me, looking smug.

  “Yes. Let’s go.”

  I drew the higher card and told him to take off a shoe. Then the other shoe. Then a sock. Just when I was sure he was going to lose the second sock, Corey drew the highest card.

  “Your dress,” he said, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

  I swallowed and cursed myself for only wearing a few items of clothing for the night. But rules were rules and I stood, peeling the dress over my head and leaving me in a lacy underwear set.

  “Very nice,” Corey remarked and I sat back down, resisting the urge to cover up. A month ago, he’d seen me naked. He’d even been inside me. Yet, somehow, it felt new and I was nervous all over again.

  On the next round, I skipped his last sock and went right for the T-shirt. Corey had a ripped body and his bare chest was a sight for sore eyes.

  When Corey drew another high card, I expected to lose my bra, but instead he scooted back from the table. “I want your mouth.”

  I blinked. “Wh- what?”

  “Winner gets to ask the loser to do something, remember? So I’m asking you to get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.”

  My heart pounded and my legs felt like overcooked pasta as I walked over to him.

  I still had my heels on, so I placed my hands on his knees for support as I lowered myself to the floor.

  “You okay?” he asked me and I blinked.

  “Yes… Why?”

  “Just thought maybe you’d be more comfortable with something under your knees.”

  His concern warmed and relaxed me and I smiled up at him. “Not quite the sexy fantasy image, is it?”

  “I’m hoping to enjoy this particular view for a long time, so-” Corey reached behind him into a basket and pulled out a blanket, handing it over to me.

  I couldn’t help chuckling as I took it from him and tucked it under my knees. “Thanks.”

  Corey just grinned and spread his legs so I could scoot in between them. I reached up and undid his fly, freeing him. He was semi-erect already and I licked my palm before gripping his length. I looked up at him, expecting a command of some sort, but he was just looking back at me, completely relaxed. Well, maybe not completely relaxed. There was plenty of tension in his groin.

  I tentatively licked him from root to tip, lubricating him further so my hand could work him more smoothly. Then I lapped at his balls and heard him suck in a breath. Smiling with newly found confidence, I moved to take his head into my mouth.

  After a few bobs, I looked up at him and saw the tension in his jaw, and in his hands, as they were gripping the chair tightly. He could just as easily have dug his fingers into my hair to control my ministrations, but he was letting me take the lead. That only spurred me on to reward him for his restraint - and challenged me to make him lose it.

  Cupping his balls, I intensified the strokes of my tongue along his shaft, I sucked his head and dug the tip of my tongue into the opening at his tip. When he groaned, I relaxed my throat and took him deep.

  “Fuck, Sandra. You’re killing me,” he grunted, but he still didn’t put his hands on me. I jerked him with my hand, keeping just the head in my mouth, and when he started pulsing harder against my palm, I took him deep once more, waiting for the eruption.

  “Sandra, I’m gonna-”

  Jets of cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, using my throat to milk him of his semen. When I was sure I’d gotten the last out of him, I slowly pulled off of him, making a popping sound as I let go of his head.

  I wiped my mouth with a Kleenex he held out to me and slowly got to my feet.

  “Damn,” he said as I sat back down at the table.

  “Does that mean I did good?” I asked with a smile to hide my insecurities about my oral skills.

  “That means I’m gonna need a few minutes before I can take you to bed and return the favor.” He sounded like he’d run a marathon and I couldn’t help but flush with pride.

  “I think you’re actually one point ahead on that front,” I said, remembering our shower last month where he’d made me come with his hands and mouth not once, but twice.

  “I don’t keep score,” Corey said and pulled a card from the deck. A king.

  I picked a card of my own, looked at it for a moment and then placed it face down. “You win.”

  Corey reached over and picked up my card. As he studied it, his lips quirked into a smug grin before putting it back down.

  “Aces are high, remember?” he said, standing and holding out his hand.

  “I remember.” I took his hand and he pulled me flush against him.

  “Then I guess we’ll start you out on top this round.”

  I rolled my hips as Corey guided me over him and sighed in satisfaction. How could this feel so much like coming home when I was far from it?

  “So good,” I mumbled and Corey’s hands moved to cup my breasts and tease my peaks.

  “Second that. Your body is exquisite, Sandra. I could do this for days on end.”

  I felt the same way, but I held my tongue. It was wrong. This was supposed to be a spice added to our marriages, not an affair.

  The guilt was starting to outweigh the pleasure, but then Corey reached down to work my clit and my mind went blank. All of a sudden, I was riding him like he was a thoroughbred and I was racing towards an oasis in the middle of a vast desert. I came with a scream and then I was on my back with Corey thrusting hard into my sopping wet pussy until he shuddered out his release.

  He rolled off me, panting, and disposed of the condom before rolling onto his side to face me.

  “Is it terrible that I want you again? And not just for tonight?” he asked, reaching out to push my sweat-soaked hair away from my face.

  “Yes,” I said with a sigh.

  “Do you feel the same way?”

  “Yes.”

  “Shit.” Corey rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, his arms under his head.

  “Well, yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

  “I was in Vegas last week.”

  “Okay?”

  “I was suppose
d to pick up a girl, but none of the ones I saw at the casino got me hot. Tanya was expecting a show, so I went online and hired an escort.”

  “Not sure why you’re telling me this…” I squirmed a little on the warm sheets, watching his profile.

  “The girl I picked looked just like you.” Corey turned his head and looked at me.

  “Oh. That’s…”

  “Messed up? Tell me about it.” He ran a hand through his sweat-tinged hair and looked back up at the ceiling.

  I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling before working up the courage to speak. “I wanted to be with you tonight. I’ve been thinking about it since last month and I hate myself for it. This feels like cheating.”

  “We’re not cheating on anyone,” Corey said, sitting up in bed. “We’re all consenting adults here; Tanya and Cameron both know what’s going on.”

  I sat up, too, and hugged the covers to my chest. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “It’s okay, Sandra,” Corey said and put his arm around me, tugging me against his side. “You’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, Tanya’s the one in the wrong for bringing all of you into this under false pretenses.”

  I pulled away. “No-one forced me. This was my fantasy, and I dragged Cam into it.”

  “Then focus on that.” He reached out and ran his fingertips along my bare arm. It made me shiver. “Tell me about your fantasies. That's all this is – a fantasy. Let’s keep it that way.”

  If only it was that simple… When Corey leaned in and kissed me, I almost believed it could be.

  When the alarm went off the next morning, Corey dragged me into the shower and took me against the wall before leaving me to dry off and dress.

  As I was leaving, a cab pulled up and Tanya stepped out. Guilt washed over me anew, and I tried to remind myself that Tanya had slept with Cameron twice. There were no innocents here.

  “Running a bit late, are we?” she said, holding the cab door open for me as I approached.

  “I guess so,” I said, pasting on a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Enjoy your breakfast. I hope Mel didn’t wear Cam out the way she did Corey last month,” she added in a stage-whisper.