Pleasured at Last v.2: A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story

by Alexandra Vaughn

  A golf course was far too genteel a setting to discuss such base matters, but after a week of dealing with them, approaching the ideas before pulling away suddenly, William no longer cared. Besides, it was certainly a secluded enough setting for that conversation; plenty of open ground, nobody around but the two of them, and enough of an unobstructed view that if anyone did approach, the pair would have advanced warning. Even so, Will insisted on taking an early session, when less people would be around to even potentially get in the way, his nervousness at finally having to talk about swinging with someone other than his wife almost consuming him, in the day leading up to the game.

  ‘First of all,’ Jim had said, almost from the very moment they had arrived at the course and made it to an area where they could be alone. ‘I’m sorry about Cindy’s part in all this. She gets carried away, but that’s no excuse for encouraging Karla to do all she did without talking with you first. She knows how important communication and consent is to our lifestyle, it’s not okay, what she did. I’m sure she’ll tell you this herself, next time you see her: I get the feeling she regrets it too.’

  ‘To be honest, I’m not sure I would’ve been okay with any of this even if it hadn’t been sprung on me all at once,’ William replied, leaning on his club. It was entirely possible, he thought, that they might never leave this hole, the conversation taking up the entirety of their attention. ‘This lifestyle of yours, swinging… I see that you like it, and I see that Karla likes it too, I just… I don’t see it. Where’s the appeal?’

  ‘The appeal is in seeing your wife happy, for one,’ Jim said, after a few moment’s spent in thought. ‘Look, you and I go away a lot, it’s just part of what we do, and I don’t think we should fool ourselves into thinking our wives aren’t going to be lonely when we do. Swinging gives Cindy a way of stretching her legs, so to speak, and blow off some steam when I’m not around. I get to come back to this bright, bubbly woman every time, full of stories to tell me… you know she smiles, when she does it? I can never get enough of that smile.’

  A wistful look swept across Jim’s face, and William couldn’t help but be taken in by it; right there was a man who loved his wife deeply. Will did too, of course, but it hadn’t escaped his notice that Karla did seem distinctly bored, at times, particularly after extended business trips. There hadn’t been a hobby on earth able to alleviate that boredom for her, and Will had encouraged her in every one she tried to take up, no matter how expensive. In fact, attempting to fill that gap between them with material goods had been William’s dominant strategy for years now… but how well had it actually worked?

  Maybe it was time to try something new…

  ‘But don’t you get jealous?’ Will asked, incredulity seeping into his voice in spite of his best efforts. ‘Your wife with another man…’

  ‘No, not really. It’s a question of shifting your perspective,’ Jim made a gesture with his hands that Will supposed was meant to embody that concept. ‘Society tells us that marriage entails sexual faithfulness, but there’s no real reason for that. It’s just an arbitrary tradition, same as wedding rings and cakes and bouquet tossing. There’s no need to keep it, just as there isn’t any need to get all possessive and jealous when your wife is with someone else.’

  Without responding, Will took his shot, swinging too hard such that the ball careened wildly off course, and entirely too far. He looked dubiously into the middle distance, grappling with concepts that might be rationally correct, but still seemed wrong intuitively. Behind him, Jim sighed and slotted his club away.

  ‘I can see you’re not convinced,’ he said. ‘So let me put it to you this way: what even happens, if Karla has sex with someone else? It makes her happy, gives her something new to experience, and she comes home to you satisfied. How is that supposed to hurt you? Other than your jealousy, I mean, which isn’t exactly anything more than a circular argument against her doing it: you’re jealous when she has sex with other people, because she has sex with other people… it’s just a reason to hang onto negative emotions that are just going to put a wall between you two in the end. You can just let go, though, and choose to accept the positive outcomes without creating new negatives for no reason.’

  ‘Accept the positives?’

  ‘Yes!’ Jim clapped Will on the back, perhaps a little too hard in his enthusiasm. ‘Think about it! I come home to a wife who has spent a good part of her day getting herself hot and heavy for me, pumps primed and juices flowing and all the other euphemisms for female sexual arousal you care to mention, up for all sorts of wild sex with me, including a ton of new moves and positions I certainly wasn’t going to think up on my own. You have no idea how hot that is, coming home to a rowdy little sex kitten just dying to show me something new she learned to do with her tongue that day.’

  ‘Actually, I kinda do,’ Will tilted his head to one side, recalling Karla’s blowjob by the door, on the day that she had finally told him everything. As strange as that evening had turned out, that had been some of the best sex of his life, right there…

  ‘Okay, well, there you go!’ Jim grinned. ‘And it doesn’t all have to be one sided, either. It’s only fair that if she’s sleeping with other men, you get to fuck other women. Sometimes I find an interested lady at one of our parties and go off to enjoy that meeting of the minds while Cindy’s doing her own thing, and if you’d tried that, you’d understand how freeing all this can be first hand, my friend. You walk into that club, see what it has to offer, and I challenge you not to feel like you’ve literally stepped into some alternate reality porn world. It’s basically just a big house full of people hanging out and fucking with no consequences, what’s not to like about that?’

  William laughed then, felt the deathgrip certain ideas had on his mind begin to relax; what was the harm in trying, after all? Worst case scenario, wouldn’t he and Karla just be right back where they were now, but with an honest attempt under their belts? How would Karla having sex with other men five times be significantly different from her having sex with other men four times?

  ‘And I gotta tell ya, man,’ Jim’s voice was gentle yet assured, the tone of a man who knew he was about a sentence away from closing the deal. ‘It’s a much cheaper way of keeping your wife happy than all those souvenirs and jewelery you bring home to Karla every time you go away. More effective too, I’d bet.’

  ‘I think…’ Will said slowly, as if approaching the edge of a long drop. ‘Could you give that Warren guy a call, get him in touch with me? I think it’s time we met.’

  ***

  It took another week for everyone’s respective schedules to align such that they could all be in the same place at the same time, and that week was the longest one of William’s life.

  Deciding to keep his plans a secret from Karla had been good in the sense that it allowed him to surprise her for once, and with something impromptu enough that Will knew he would see his wife’s genuine reactions to Warren’s appearance and not some carefully planned facade to draw him in, but it did leave Will with nobody to vent to, nowhere to put the nervous energy that built up in him the closer the day in question came. He forced himself to continue discussing the swinger lifestyle with Karla as though nothing had changed, taking the opportunity to clarify what she wanted in even greater detail, as the week ticked away and then, finally, came to an end.

  Saturday was the day and, when Saturday evening came about, William could have sworn that his heart was about to beat right out of his chest.

  The ringing doorbell was as good a trigger for that as any, and yet William somehow survived anyway, forcing his voice not to shake as he suggested that Karla should answer it, yet sure that he had failed. His ears strained to catch his wife’s reactions as the door squeaked open; he thought he heard “you can’t be here right now, my husband’s home!”

  He definitely heard “I know, he invited us.”

  Karla’s squeal of utter delight at that was almost worth all the stress on its own. />
  ‘So, your guests are here,’ she said, rounding the corner into the living room with two men in tow. ‘Which puts me in the surprise situation of introducing them, I guess. Will, this is Warren, and Warren brought a friend I haven’t met yet!’

  ‘Chris.’ The second man waved, an easy smile on his face. He was obviously the youngest person present, barely older than 25 if William had had to guess, though most certainly the tallest too. Warren stood several inches taller than Will, and Chris could peak over the top of his head, which lent the young man a gangly air that his body perhaps didn’t deserve. In fact, Will could see the well defined muscles at play under Chris’ skin, less bulky and obvious than Warren’s, but still impressive. Combine that with his overall youthful energy, sandy blond hair that was so much thicker than Will’s, and piercing green eyes that sparkled with intelligence, and “impressive,” seemed to be a good descriptor all round.

  Only a few moments in, and Will was already attempting to force down jealous impulses, stood in a room with two men easily more physically fit than himself, one of which had already slept with his wife to boot…

  Though he made a mental note to try getting to the gym more, Will banished such comparisons to the back of his mind, knowing that they weren’t in the least bit helpful; he had to give this a fair shot for his own sake, if not Karla’s, and there was more to a man than his muscles. For god’s sake, he was pushing forty, far too old to be getting in a flexing contest with someone nearly half his age! They could all get along, they had to…

  ‘Hi Will, can I call you Will? It’s nice to finally meet you, anyway,’ Warren extended a hand, which William cautiously took, the man’s grip less crushing than he had expected. William couldn’t help but feel awkward, however; the two men looked each other in the eye, both studiously ignoring the fact that, at heart, they were both meeting because one had been a facilitator of infidelity in the marriage of the other. Will hadn’t brought up that particular tidbit in any of the conversations that he had had with Warren over the phone, but he was still left with the distinct impression that it was a brittle truce between them.

  He was prepared to consider, however, that this was more a result of his own insecurities than of the reality. Warren, for his part, did not seem altogether bothered by their meeting, his face arranged in a mien of open, easy good humor, all lopsided smiles and bright eyes. William smiled too, though with more conscious effort, and began the process of making the best of things.

  ‘Good to meet you, Warren,’ he said, his smile brightening significantly as Karla came over to him and put his arm over her. ‘I do have one very important question for the two of you about my wife, though:’

  And here, Will paused to allow the tension to build a little, watched the smile on Warren’s face grow a tad tighter, before…

  ‘What is your position on grilling, gentlemen?’ He asked, watching the tension dissipate into confusion. ‘Because my Karla here does the finest grilled steaks you’ll ever eat.’

  There was laughter, then, somewhat nervous but genuine, the ice cracked if not completely broken yet. Sometimes a joke didn’t have to be particularly humorous to do its job; its mere presence in the room set the tone of things to come. Taking the cue it presented, the foursome moved the action into the kitchen, where William helped his wife cook while beginning a tentative conversation with their two visitors. Such a proposition was far easier when cut with the distraction of preparing a meal, the sizzling of meat on heat and the scent of spices in the air mellowing the atmosphere considerably. Add in a few beers, and the strange, unanswered tension simmered away into nothing, replaced by four people simply being together.

  The foursome moved out onto the patio once the steaks were done, luxuriating in the late-day sun, good food, and increasingly good company. Even if William had still been given to anger at Warren, such an emotion would have been hard to maintain; the big man was simply too gregarious to stay mad at. Their conversation wound through so many topics, starting with work and growing to encompass politics, sports, even simple things like cookery tips that had seemed, to William’s mind, genuinely helpful. The newcomer, Chris, turned out to be the best facilitator of this possible, taking any lapse in talking from the other three and turning it into a moment to add a joke, to slip in something with his broad drawl that never failed to get a laugh. He became a kind of social lubricant easing the machinery of their dynamic into its best working order; if Warren had chosen him specifically to put William at ease, he could not have chosen a better candidate.

  But William quickly found his suspicions fading into the background, his guard lowering as it became apparent that none of this had been planned, and the two men had entered into this with the best of intentions. Their conversation never strayed to sex, and instead stayed at a level focused on getting a measure of one another’s character, seeing the person behind the vague conception that one would be fucking the other’s wife. It became clear that, far from just wanting a tawdry thrill at the expense of another’s relationship, there was a very human need for connection at play here, something more to do with being with others, even in a sexual way sometimes, than the simple pleasure of an orgasms.

  They may be swingers, but it was clear that Warren and Chris did not just think with their dicks.

  And through it all there was Karla, sweet, wonderful Karla, who seemed more bubbly and alive than she had in weeks, even with her recent sexual experiments with her husband. She bounced between the men, her voice lilting and flirty, her laugh a peal of silver in the air. William had been the recipient of more loving kisses in this one evening than he had in a long time, and with the direction of Karla’s affection pointed explicitly at him, he found himself surprisingly comfortable when his wife made some teasing comment to Warren, or shot Chris a sultry look. Actually seeing her interacting with them, Will never questioned his wife’s love for him, and ultimately felt safe, among friends who respected him and his relationship with Karla enough not to endanger it.

  So when Karla came up to him with a question, it was hardly a surprise.

  ‘Hey hon, how’s tricks?’ Her mouth had been set in a curved, catlike smile all evening, though it grew warmer as she approached her husband to replace his empty beer bottle with a full one. ‘Mind if I shimmy on off to the bedroom to, um, make this party a little more interesting?’

  There was a nervousness in her voice that was hard to miss, and for a moment, William shared in it. He looked across the patio to Warren and Chris, who were at that moment engaged in their own joke, and asked himself for the millionth time: what was the worst that could happen? Taking this step would be nerve-wracking even if nothing were truly at stake, but his wife’s wide eyes and fidgeting disposition- and the potential to make her happier- meant Will had to conquer that fear, and see what was on the other side of it himself.

  ‘Go do it,’ he said, nodding firmly. ‘Don’t keep us waiting too long.’

  With a tiny squeal of excitement and a kind of full body vertical shiver of delight, Karla bounded back into the house, pausing only at the screen door to say, ‘I’ll be right back, boys. Don’t do anything too fun without me…’

  ‘No promises, Karla,’ Warren winked, a hint of lasciviousness entering his demeanor for the first time that night. ‘Better hurry back, then.’

  ‘Oh, I will,’ Karla licked her lips, and then she was gone. The men sat in silence, to a man knowing what was coming, anticipating it as a pack of wolves might anticipate prey. Warren and Will locked eyes for but a moment, expressions communicating much despite their wordless waiting; there was no sense of competition there, no intimation that what was to come would be a race to claim Karla first. Things would progress naturally, nobody would have to shove anyone else out of the way in order to get a turn.

  Warren was not here to take anything from William, the latter was sure of that now. Pleasure shared, as a swingers website he and Karla had visited in preparation for this, was pleasure multiplied, not subtracted.
Sex was not a zero-sum game.

  Karla’s re-entry onto the patio put all such thoughts to rest.

  His wife looked more like a goddess now than she ever had before, or perhaps like some nymph who had stepped out of a mystic place and into his home. Her bare feet alighted delicately on the varnished wood floor, and William’s eyes traveled up from there, tugged up by some carnal instinct that could not be disobeyed; pale, bare legs seemed to go on forever, her sweet, rounded hips clad in dark red panties, the color of aged wine. Her soft, shapely waist begged to be grabbed, held, pressed against his body, and the bra that she wore was colored the same rich crimson, scintillating in the last dregs of amber light from the setting sun, cupping her beautiful breasts as though it had been crafted solely for that purpose. Dark hair fell in ringlets down her bare shoulders, free and untamed, and… and…

  Unbidden, William found himself transported, flung back into memory, to a time so long ago that his wife’s appearance had recalled in vivid detail for him. Their first night together, the way Karla had exuded confidence from every inch of herself, her youth turning her into a totemic thing then, the very avatar of sensual beauty in his mind. Eros made flesh. He remembered running his hands through that same hair as they made love, how Kara had squealed and pushed back against him when he had pulled on it, the way he had reveled in her every reaction, in every pliable inch of that body he had very quickly been falling in love with. The woman he had, perhaps, let slip away in his focus on work.