The Swing Set: Adrian: (The Swinging Florida Keys #2)

by Cheri Wood

  The Swing Set:

  Adrian

  (The Swinging Florida Keys #2)

  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.

  After a surprise visit from the dildo fairy, our book club shifted its focus to our real-life fantasies. As it turned out, we had more in common than our penchant for reading smut. I was nervous about raising Tania’s suggestion with my husband Cameron, but after a particularly steamy night together, I did.

  It was an outrageous proposal. We were very much in love and our sex life was mutually satisfying. Why would we experiment with switching partners?

  Still, it was a fantasy and I’d promised Cameron to be completely open with him. I guess I never really expected him to say yes…

  “So you’re sure about this?” Cameron asked as he switched off the engine and turned to me.

  “Are you?” I asked, wiping my sweaty palms on my pants. My pulse was racing. Were we making the right choice? Up until now, it had all been a fantasy, but tonight was the real thing.

  “Babe…” he said softly and took my hands in his. “If you want to back out, we’ll turn this car around and drive back home. I know it took a lot of courage for you to even bring it up, but if you’re having second thoughts…”

  “Same goes for you, you know. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

  “I’m happy to try something new. I just need you to know that I’d just as happily take you home and keep working on that special project of ours.”

  That special project was anal sex. We’d been playing around with plugs since I got a couple in a goodie bag from Tanya’s party, but I wasn’t ready to take my husband just yet. Let’s just say Cam was generously endowed.

  I sighed. “I promised Tanya we’d come to the party.”

  “Okay, so we’ll go to the party. We’ll talk to the other couples and by the end of the night, we decide if we want to participate. Sound good?”

  It sounded so easy when he said it, but we weren’t talking about just any activity. We were talking about having sex with other people. All of them equally new to swinging as we were. Heck, I didn’t even know if that was what it was called.

  “Ready?” Cameron asked and I nodded resolutely.

  “Let’s go.”

  “Wow, you look even better in person,” Tanya said, practically purring as her hand lingered on Cameron’s chest.

  I couldn’t help but feel a sting of hurt at the way she so blatantly flirted with my husband right in front of me, and had to remind myself that jealousy couldn’t be part of the equation if we were actually going to do this. If Tanya picked up Cameron’s key, she wouldn’t just be putting her hand on his chest.

  “Thank you,” Cameron said in what I recognized as his polite voice. “You have a beautiful home.”

  Was it bad that I did a mental fist pump at the subtle slight? Tanya was so reliant on her sex appeal and so confident that her surgically enhanced body trumped all the other girls’ bodies combined, that it sometimes grated on my nerves. Even more so when she was trying to make the point that my husband should be thrilled to get his hands on her instead of plain old boring me.

  Okay, maybe I was projecting just a little bit…

  “Thank you,” Tanya answered stiffly and looked around the room. “If you’ll excuse me, I should greet Greg and Mel.”

  “See you around,” I said and gave a little finger wave, curling into Cameron’s side.

  “Still okay with this?” Cameron asked quietly.

  “Just tell me one thing,” I said, looking up at him.

  “Anything.”

  “If it wasn’t one night, but a whole week - like on those shows on TV - would you want to swap me for anyone else?”

  “No way. I’ve got the ultimate partner right here,” he said and hugged me close.

  “Then let’s go check out the rule board.”

  Tanya had prepared a whiteboard with a list of rules for the experiment. As none of us had previously taken part in anything like this, and we certainly weren’t after a lifestyle, it made sense to draw up our own rules. We’d settled on them over drinks one night and now they were up there on a board for everyone to see.

  “No more than three consecutive meetings with the same partner,” Cameron read aloud. “You’re calling it meetings?”

  I shrugged. “It sounded more neutral than dates. And we’re not dating anyone.”

  “You’re also not exactly sitting down to go over your tax returns,” a voice said from behind us and we both turned.

  “Hi, I’m Greg,” the tall, well-built man who’d just spoken introduced himself. Mel’s husband, the hockey-player, I noted. “Nice to meet you. If a little weird.”

  Cameron chuckled and shook Greg’s hand, introducing himself and me. They were evenly matched in height and build, and even had the same color hair and cut. Yes, definitely weird. “Tell me about it.”

  “This is my wife, Mel,” Greg said, holding his arm out for Mel. She looked stunning in a deep blue sheath dress with her soft dark curls spilling over her shoulders. I glanced up at Cam to see if he noticed, but he was all polite smiles.

  “Nice to finally meet you, Mel. Sandra talks about you all the time.”

  Mel smiled and put an arm over my shoulders. “Your wife is the only sane person in our book club,” she told Cameron with a soft laugh.

  “I’m not so sure about that anymore,” I said, pulling a face. Cameron squeezed my hand and I leaned against his shoulder for a moment.

  When the guys somehow managed to steer the conversation onto sports, I pulled Mel aside.

  “I’m freaking out. Do you think we should just leave or do we go through with it?”

  “Listen, we don’t have to actually do anything if we don’t want. That’s one of the rules we agreed on.”

  “Yeah, but the rules also say we can’t go home until the next morning at precisely eight o’clock. So what do we do in the meantime?”

  “Sleep? Everyone has a guest room. You can just go to bed alone and set the alarm.”

  “And stress about whether Cam is sleeping with someone else…”

  “Honey, if you feel that way, you should just leave now. It’s not going to get any better.”

  “I know, I know. I’m the one with the fantasy, and now I’m acting all jealous. I don’t know what to do, Mel.”

  “Have you talked to Cameron about it?”

  “He’ll just say we should go home.”

  “Then maybe that’s what needs to happen? This is supposed to empower you, not threaten your marriage.”

  “I know.”

  “Let’s go talk to the other girls and have some wine. Then you decide.”

  “Excuse me, mind if I steal my wife away for a few mi
nutes?” Cameron asked, stepping up to our little group after about half an hour. The girls smiled at Cameron and my gut warmed with pride. I wasn’t the most outspoken of the group, but I had one of the hottest husbands.

  His hand was warm on my lower back as he led me down a corridor to one of the bathrooms.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, looking up at him and trying to decipher his mood by studying his profile.

  “I just wanted to check in,” Cameron said and opened the bathroom door for me. “I figured we needed to make a decision before the games begin.”

  “Right.” I stepped inside and Cameron locked the door behind us. “What do you think?”

  “You first,” Cameron said, leaning against the door.

  The light in the bathroom was too bright and I was sure he could see my cheeks flaring, and the wine had probably made me a little red-cheeked, too. But the other girls were all agreed. They were nervous, but also excited. They were going through with it.

  “I want to give it a try. But if you’ve changed your mind, we’ll go. No regrets.”

  Cameron stepped closer and for a moment looked so serious that I was sure he was going to say this wasn’t happening, but then he cupped the back of my head and fused our lips together. I was a little surprised at first, but quickly opened for him and his grip on me tightened.

  He backed me against one of the walls and pressed his hips into mine. I could feel him growing hard and sighed. Yes.

  Cameron’s fingers worked deftly and within seconds, my pants were around my ankles. Then he slid his hand under my panties and cupped me. I was growing damp and when he stroked me, I widened my stance for him, letting him dip inside.

  “Cam,” I panted as he worked me into a frenzy. When I came around his fingers, I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out.

  I blinked, trying to recover from my haze, as Cam slid my panties down my legs, scrunched them up and tucked them in his pocket.

  “Something to keep me going tonight,” he said with a wicked smile before kissing me again. He adjusted himself, stepping away. “You might want to put your pants back on before the draw,” he said and unlocked the bathroom door.

  I quickly locked the door again after him so that I could finish up in the bathroom and make myself presentable again. My whole body was humming with excitement and I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as I rejoined the party.

  My hand was trembling as I reached into the bowl. We’d decided to use fake keys for the draw and each key had a different color. Which color belonged to which guy was decided by them drawing a piece of colored paper from a velvet bag.

  I picked a green key and Adrian, Carmen’s husband, stepped forward. He was tall and slim with a boyish face. The latter probably because he was the youngest - twenty-five to Carmen’s twenty-six. To my thirty.

  “Wanna get going?” he asked and I looked over at Cameron. He nodded and I took a deep breath before looking back up at Adrian.

  “Let’s go.”

  Adrian drove a red sports car. If he’d been in his forties it would have been a midlife crisis car. Now it was more of a toy car, as evidenced by how he took the corners on the drive out to his and Carmen’s beachside villa.

  When we finally got there, my abs ached from all the tension of hoping not to crash.

  “You wanna play video games?” Adrian asked as he climbed out of the car and I almost sighed in relief. Okay, he wasn’t going to jump me the second we got inside. Maybe we’d just hang out until morning and it’d be something to laugh about when I saw Cameron again.

  Cameron, who I had no idea who he was with right now.

  “Sure.”

  Adrian grinned at me and I followed him into the house. It was stunning, just like the view of the ocean. It also screamed money.

  Adrian was a game maker and pulled in enough to support himself and Carmen and about half the island. No wonder everything looked new.

  “Here’s my game room,” he said, opening the door to a space the size of my living room times two. One wall was completely covered with monitors and against the opposite wall stood a sectional couch with a long table for controls and snacks.

  “Wow. Impressive,” I said, suddenly feeling really old.

  “Have a seat,” he said and gestured to the couch.

  I sat, happy I’d worn pants since I’d probably end up sitting hunched over with my legs apart if we were playing video games. Which would have been awkward in a skirt even if Cameron hadn’t pocketed my underwear. Meanwhile, Adrian walked over to the bar that he had set up against one wall and took a couple of bottles out of a full-sized fridge.

  “Water or beer?” he asked as he walked over with both options.

  “Beer,” I said, reaching for it.

  “Cool.”

  I smiled. Five years wasn’t a big age difference, but I felt like a friend’s mom to him. Possibly a MILF, if we were being generous.

  “You’re hot,” he said as he handed me a game controller. It was so casual that I didn’t know how to respond at first.

  “I thought I was cool,” I joked.

  Adrian chuckled. “Yeah, that too. I just thought you should know. In case, you know, you don’t hear that a lot.”

  “That’s sweet. Thank you.” He probably thought I was starved of attention from my husband and that’s why I’d agreed to try out swinging. He couldn’t be more wrong, but it was still sweet of him.

  “Carmen’s hot, too, don’t get me wrong. She’s got a great ass and her tits...man. She came in the room one time while I had a video feed up with a couple of gaming buddies and they couldn’t believe my luck.

  “Carmen’s a beautiful woman,” I agreed. “And you seem like a really nice guy, so I think she’s pretty lucky, too.”

  “Nah. I’m the lucky one. She likes to get freaky, you know? So I wasn’t really surprised when she brought this whole thing up. But what made you sign up?”

  “Um… well, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve decided yet, to be honest.”

  “That’s cool. We’ll hang out. Do you know how this works?” he asked, tapping the game controller in my hand.

  “I may need a quick lesson.”

  “Cool. See, here-”

  Some hours later, we were on our third - or was it fourth? - game and I was really into it. I was actually sweating with the excitement, so I’d lost my shirt and was playing in my camisole. Adrian was playing bare-chested with a pair of shorts and it didn’t escape me that he had lean muscles and a six-pack. My fingers twitched a little on the game controller from time to time when I thought about reaching out to feel his abs, and I lost a couple of points.

  “Careful, you’re slipping behind,” Adrian warned me and I shook off my inappropriate thoughts. Okay, not so inappropriate seeing as we were in his house for a much more inappropriate purpose, but still.

  I managed to speed up the car I was maneuvering and then I was passing him just as we reached the finish line. I let out a whoop of excitement and threw my hands over my head.

  Adrian, on the other hand, grumbled something and put his game controller away.

  “Broken?” I teased him and he glared at me before something in his eyes changed.

  “I’m a sore loser,” he said and stood. “Wanna kiss it and make it better?”

  I blinked, my easy smile fading from my lips as he stepped closer. The air seemed to change around us and I could smell the musk of his body.

  “That’s a terrible line,” I said, but it came out a broken whisper.

  “I wanna fuck your brains out, is that better?” he said, still not touching me.

  I gulped. This was it. I could walk away and forget the whole thing or I could do what I’d wanted to do for the past hour. I could run my hands up and down his chest and see if his muscles were as hard as they looked.

  “That’s better,” I said hoarsely and a split second later, his hands were all over me and his tongue was delving into my mouth.

  I was on fire. There’s
no other word to explain it. All of a sudden, my skin felt too hot and I whipped off my camisole and unzipped my pants. Before I could pull them off, though, Adrian had pushed me back on the chaise lounge part of the sectional and was yanking on the legs to get my pants out of the way. If he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties, he didn’t comment on it.

  He stripped off his shorts and I just stared. He was already erect. And long.

  He pulled on my legs to get me to the edge of the chaise, but when he took his cock in hand, I knew I had to be the voice of reason.

  “Adrian. Condom.”

  He swore and ran for the door, his cock bouncing. “Hold on!” he called out to me and I heard his steps thunder on the stairs.

  Panting, I covered my eyes to gather my senses. What had happened to just hanging out? When exactly had I decided to go through with this? Was Cameron doing the same thing with one of the girls right now?

  For the first time, that thought didn’t make me cringe. Instead, it made a pulse of heat go straight to my core. I reached down between my legs and found the wetness there. My clit was slick and I bit my lip as I circled it, making it swell. With my other hand, I cupped my breast through my lacy bra, pinching the nipple and rolling it like Cameron would. I pictured Cameron on this couch, pounding into Carmen, and I felt a gush of my juices leave me.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Adrian said and I opened my eyes to see him walking towards me, his length now sheathed. “Keep going.”

  I rubbed harder and spread my legs wider so that he would have a clear view of my pink pussy. I mentally congratulated myself on trying out the terminology Cam had insisted on me using, and then I closed my eyes and pictured him in the room with us, watching Adrian fuck me. My inner muscles started clenching and another rush of wetness left me. I vaguely heard Adrian swear, and then I was being pulled all the way to the edge, my legs spread wider than ever right before he shoved his long cock inside of me.

  I arched off the couch as he pounded into me, and when I looked up I saw that he was holding my thighs wide as if I’d gone down in a split. Sweat was running down his chest and his jaw was clenched as he jackhammered me.