She stood and shrugged into her blouse. “I wonder why they even bothered with having buttons on this blouse. It hardly buttons above my navel. Guess that’s one advantage of not having huge tits.”
Brett stepped up behind her as she assessed her appearance in the mirror. “Your tits are just the right size. Look, they stay covered even in this outfit. Yet anyone who wants more of a peek has easy access.” He separated the blouse a tiny bit and one entire breast popped out.
“Or,” Jen said lightly, “if I want to flash someone, I can easily do it like this.” She pulled aside the left panel of the blouse to show him her boob and then covered it quickly.
“Nice,” Brett murmured. “Great for a party or a club. Or a daring casual dining experience.”
“That’s why we spend so much money on slutty clothes for me. Right?”
“Right. You’re our attractor fly. And we both love it. Right?”
“Hmmm. Speaking of. That mid-thirties couple that’s wanting to dip a toe into the swing world has been back in touch. They definitely want to get together. They’ve even come so far as to say that if everything feels comfortable, they’ll play on a first meeting. They’re still unsure how far they want to go with their playing—at least soft swap. Apparently they chuckled at our comment about not being interested in just watching another couple fuck.”
“What was that? What did you tell them?”
“If we were only interested in watching, we could pop in a DVD, grab the lube, and go from there.”
“Or we could go to a club and stand around and watch others having fun.”
“Exactly. They agreed they wanted more than that if we decide to play. So I assume you’re okay if I continue trying to set something up with them.”
“Sure. Why not? Like we say, we have to continue expanding the pool of possibles. Can’t count on any couple lasting.”
“That’s too true. Okay. Enough of this. I need to get down to the kitchen and make sure everything is ready.”
“Should be. You’ve checked several times already. Wonder if Sarah is ready.”
* * * *
Chewing on her bottom lip, Sarah scrolled down one more time checking her email on the swing site. There wouldn’t be time to check it in the morning before she left. The little yellow bird was flapping happily when she signed on, indicating she had two messages.
“Hmm, that’s a new contact.” She clicked and read the inquiry from a couple living fifty miles or so from her home. They were both teachers. She liked that. Non-smokers. HWP. And fairly experienced with swinging. They wanted to know if she’d like to exchange more information with them and possibly meet for a meal and see what happened. And, given their professions, they were very concerned about discretion.
Sarah nodded at the screen. They certainly sounded possible, but she didn’t have the time to reply now. They’d have to wait until she got settled back in at her house. She’d turned down one interested couple already, but decided she needed to stay open to the possibility of hooking up with at least one other couple besides Jen and Brett. Their availability and the distance was going to be a problem, whether any of them wanted to admit that or not. Realistically, she doubted being with them infrequently was going to quench her newly rediscovered yearning for sexual pleasure. She wasn’t ready to get back into the morass of the dating scene, but expanding her swinging horizons had possibilities.
She’d even considered heading over to a club she’d heard about in eastern Illinois, but she doubted she was bold enough for that yet. Maybe if she met another woman interested in the club scene, she’d be able to tag along. Safety remained an issue.
Returning to the email box, she clicked on the second email. “Oh my,” she moaned, “she’s hot.” The email was brief. I really like your profile a lot. Body pics are hot and I expect the face will match the body nicely. Lol. I’m an avid reader, too. I like to dance and have fun. I’m comfortably bi. Don’t know if you actually hook up with single women, but if you do I’d sure like to explore possibilities with you. Hugs, Diane
Clicking on Diane’s profile, Sarah shivered. Absently, she ran a palm over her breast. Diane was shorter, but then most women were. She had long ebony hair. Her boobs were the size Sarah would die for. She wet her lips. Most of the woman’s pics showed her fully clothed. Three of the private pics, which she’d opened, left very little to the imagination. In one she wore a yellow micro bikini. In the second, she only wore the bottom. And in the third she wore nothing, showing off the cutest, tiny shaven pussy. Sarah tried not to cream. She didn’t want to soak the thong she’d chosen for the party.
Should she respond? This might be her chance to branch out a bit—which, to her surprise, she desperately wanted to do. Had it been going to Donna and Ryan by herself that had broken this barrier? She shuddered. How and why didn’t matter. She wanted, she needed more.
She glanced at Diane’s pussy picture again, wet her lips, hit the reply button and began typing before she could talk herself out of it.
Hi, Diane, thanks for reaching out to me. Yes, I’m interested. I’m headed out right now and don’t have the time say much more. I probably won’t be able to get back to you until tomorrow night. Love your profile and your pics, Hugs, Sarah (I’ve opened my private pics for you, too. Hope you like them.)
Maintaining a blank mind to keep her second-guessing at bay, Sarah hit send. “There,” she mumbled. “I did it.”
She took one more look at Diane’s pics and signed off. None of her private pics were very risqué at all. Maybe she’d have to do something about that.
Sarah put her laptop in its case and smoothed out her purple micro skirt, only to discover that she really did have to change thongs. After doing that, she quickly checked herself in the mirror. Smiling at what she saw, she couldn’t help but wonder at her own transformation.
The summer had been good for her. Jen and Brett had been good for her. She couldn’t imagine a time without them somehow being in her life. Without them, she would not be staring at a tall, sexy blonde exuding confidence and playfulness. She blew a kiss at herself and tweaked her nipples through the satin blouse she’d chosen for the evening. She hoped she liked Angelica and Rico. There was no question she’d have fun with the rest of the gang.
She shook her head at herself and muttered, “Get downstairs, girl, before you have to find another thong.”
* * * *
“Damn,” Jen managed to say. She inhaled, filling her lungs. She rested more of her weight on her elbows on the rec room bar. Careful not to dislodge her playmate from behind, she rotated her head enough to catch a glimpse of Carl still breathing heavily from their little romp. “That was a good one, Carl. But you might want to take a little break. You’re puffing pretty hard back there.”
She heard him grunt and then he slowed his pace until his hips stopped with his stiff cock remaining buried deep inside her pussy. She sensed his breathing becoming steady and then felt his lips on her shoulder.
“Wanted to keep you riding that wave as long as possible,” he struggled to say, beginning to pull out of her, “but a little break does seem in order.”
“No, don’t go anywhere. I like the feel of you in me. And you haven’t finished yet.” She squeezed her inner muscles to punctuate her intent.
Again his lips eased across the nape of her neck. “Damn, you’re a good fuck, Jen. Brett’s a very lucky man.”
“As are you.” Jen laughed. “Keeping up with Alice must be what keeps you so young and fit.”
Carl slapped Jen’s butt lightly. “Not bad for seventy plus, huh? You’re probably right. Alice and I both believe that swinging has kept us younger in fitness and attitude. The only time we’re in a rocking chair is when she’s sitting on my lap riding my cock.”
He reached around to hold a breast in each hand and then gently grazed her nipples.
“That’s nice. Looks like Alice is enjoying herself now.”
Carl smirked. “You mean again, don’t
you? This is our third partner exchange for the evening. She knows the night’s about over, but she won’t pause until I get her in the car. And then who knows?”
“Looks like she’s getting her goodbyes in with Sarah.” Jen smiled at the erotic panorama unfolding across her rec room. On one end of the room, Brett and Donna were engaged in sixty-nine on the pool table. Thankfully, this time one of them had the forethought to throw a blanket and a plastic sheet under Donna before getting carried away. On the other side of the room, Ryan stood at the end of the massage table with Angelica’s heels on his shoulders as he rapidly plowed into her pussy. Her screams echoed across the room. It thrilled Jen to see them wearing matching broad smiles. Clearly Ryan had not lost his touch with the ladies. And in the middle of the room on a futon lay Sarah, with her long bare legs wrapped around Rico’s tight body as he slowly levered back and forth, taking her gradually from one plateau to the next. Sarah’s head rested on a pillow. Her hands clutched Alice’s buttocks, holding her in place while the older woman spread her pussy, encouraging Sarah’s tongue.
“There,” Jen said, as Alice tossed her head back, flexed her hips forward and squealed. “Sarah’s got her. Your wife is coming. Again and again.”
“You’ve taught Sarah well,” Carl said, resetting his cock deeper into Jen.
“She’s been an eager student, for the most part. I think she’s finding her own way in this adventure.”
“Ah,” Carl nibbled at her ear. “And how is that for the teacher? Is the teacher ready for her student to go off and explore on her own?”
Jen shrugged her shoulders. “Do I have a choice? Ready or not, as they say.”
“Yes, but,” Carl said, not letting the subject drop, “how ready are you? This has been a highly unusual summer for you. Many swingers dream about having a unicorn. Seldom do any experience one, and even rarer is the extended experience you three shared this summer. You had to have had a lot of ups and a few downs.” He chuckled. “If nothing else, Donna saw to that. So I doubt you’ve come out of all of this unscathed. I know we never did.”
“Ah, right. I forgot. The woman you and Alice were close to for years went off and got married and her husband didn’t want to have anything to do with swapping.”
“That’s right. And what about Sarah and you guys?”
Jen shrugged again, watching Sarah get on all fours, encouraging Rico to re-enter her from behind. With cock in hand, he looked like a man intent on a mission. Sarah yelped as he pushed steadily into her. Alice had moved over to the massage table where she leaned over to eat out Angelica’s pussy while Ryan hurried to enter Alice from behind. Jen couldn’t tell if he was in her vagina or her ass. Jen snickered when she looked to her right to see that Donna was now draped over the pool table with Brett pounding her from behind.
“Looks like you and I are role models,” Jen said. “We’re all in the same position except Angelica, who is unquestionably enjoying your wife’s talented tongue. She sure loved riding your bald head earlier.”
“True. I always enjoy listening to a woman squeal in Spanish. And Sarah?”
Jen nodded as she felt Carl’s cock begin sliding slowly in and out. “You are persistent, Carl. I’ve got my head around her leaving more than I expected a month or so ago.”
“Good. Maybe you’re passed the infatuation stage.”
“Brett said that, too. He’s had so much patience with me this summer. I so love that man.”
Carl laughed. “You must, if you can say that with another man’s hard cock in you.”
“It is an irony, isn’t it? I love this entire swinging adventure even with its downs, but I will always love Brett even more. That’s the way it is.”
“Sounds like you learned a valuable lesson this summer.”
“I think so. And Sarah has grown so much, too. Not just sexually. She’ll be the first to tell you that she’s gained a kind of confidence and sense for adventure that she’d never even dreamed of.”
“I can tell. She seems much more at ease and adventurous than when we first had you guys over to the house. She’s taking the lead much more tonight. When I was with her she was bouncing around from sucking my cock, to sitting on my face, to riding my cock cowgirl. I was having some trouble keeping up with her. You’ve turned her into a wildcat. Look at her. She just spun around to take Rico in her mouth.”
“He won’t last long now. What about you, Carl? You’re still as hard as a rock. That blue pill must really be working tonight. You want to finish in me—or would you like me to blow you?”
“This will do quite fine. I expect you have at least one more orgasm waiting to burst.” He picked up his pace. “Ah, and that blue pill is a wonder. Still ramrod hard. Took a little extra tonight.”
“It shows.” Jen giggled, wiggling her butt. “Or maybe I should say it feels like it. So stiff!”
“That blue pill should renew our faith in science.” Carl grunted, quickening his thrusts. “Wonder of wonders. This is one grateful guy.”
“This is one grateful gal. Now why don’t you fuck me good? Looks like everyone has wrapped up for the night, so why don’t we put on a little show for them?”
“As the lady demands,” Carl said, grabbing her hips to reposition her and improve his angle.
Jen curled her fingers over the edge of the bar, preparing for her playmate’s onslaught. Just before closing her eyelids, she saw the others in the room gather to watch. “I’m ready. Go for it. Fuck me, Carl. Show them what you still got. I’m your slut for however long it takes. Fast and hard.”
“Damn, woman,” Carl swore, slamming his hips against her ass. “I may be older, but I can still get the job done.”
“Don’t I know it. Jesus,” Jen muttered, rising on her toes. “I…building again…”
“Damn right,” Carl growled, “you’re going to come for me again.”
His pounding drove Jen hard against the counter until she couldn’t determine what was happening. Her body felt so full…ready to explode. Somehow his fingers had found their way to strum her clit. She immediately scrunched her brow and bore down on him. “That’s amazing!! I’m coming!”
Her screams were punctuated by the slapping of Carl’s groin against her ass and his incessant grunts.
Gasping for air, Jen did her best to squeeze her pussy as tight as she could around Carl’s cock. She couldn’t last much longer. She knew he didn’t always ejaculate any more, but she wanted him to tonight. Desperately. She focused, concentrating on her inner muscles, trying to milk him tighter each time he pushed in and pulled out. She felt his shaft enlarge. “Yes, I’ve got you! Come for me, Carl. Do me!”
“Holy shit!” Carl bellowed. “You did it! I’m coming.”
Laughing almost hysterically, Jen said, “We did it. Fill that condom up.”
She leaned heavily on the countertop, letting him hammer her while treasuring each thrust as Carl cussed and jerked around emptying into her. Gradually the tempest quieted. Carl’s hips stilled. Jen could feel his cock softening. His breathing, although ragged, sounded less labored. She sighed and cracked her eyelids open to see five smiling faces, then watched her husband lead their guests in a round of applause.
“Looks like the perfect end to a perfect evening. Take your time, love,” Brett said, giving her a kiss. “I’ll make sure there’s plenty of coffee. Sarah will help me set out the cookies and brownies.”
“Good thinking,” Jen replied, feeling Carl’s lips on her neck. “It’s going to take us a few minutes to recover here.” She winked at the others. “Glad you enjoyed the show. Alice, Carl is surely a keeper.”
Alice laughed. “After all these years, he’d better be. You’re good for him, love.” Alice ruffed up her hair and kissed her lips.
Angelica leaned in to give her a kiss, too. “I am so envious of all you guys. You are all so comfortable with each other. And it’s sex, but somehow it’s more than that.”
Jen pulled on Angelica’s hard nipple and kissed her back.
“Glad you and Rico had fun tonight. And you can be part of us too, if you want to be. You guys fit right in. We’ll invite you the next time we have a party.”
“We’d love that,” Rico said, with one arm around Angelica and one around Alice.
Jen felt Carl pop out of her. She straightened and stretched her aching arms. Her legs felt like mush. “Almost too much fun, Carl,” she said, turning to kiss his bald head.
“Never,” he said, pulling her close. “You gotta play the game to the fullest. You never know when it will end.”
“Isn’t that the truth,” Donna said, hugging her husband closer.
“Tonight was funtastic!” Jen said, acknowledging her guests. “Don’t know about tomorrow, but we can celebrate tonight. We’d better check on Brett and Sarah. Coffee and cookies should be ready, if they didn’t get side-tracked.”
“Well,” Jen sighed, waving at the taillights of Sarah’s car as it headed down the street in the pre-dawn, “there she goes.”
Standing behind Jen, Brett hugged her close. “You okay?”
Jen winced. “I will be.”
“We’ll see her Columbus Day weekend.”
“I know.” She pushed away from Brett, took his hand in hers and headed back into their house. “You want more coffee, or do you want to go back to bed?”
“I still have couple hours before I have to leave for the office. Maybe we could go back to bed and cuddle for little while. Would you like that?”
Jen nodded, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have a husband who could read her mind.
Shrugging out of her robe, Jen climbed on to the bed and moved easily into Brett’s outstretched arms. “Hmm,” she murmured, “this is home. And it always will be.”
“I know,” Brett said. “We’ve had a great summer with a fabulous houseguest and last night was a blast, but this is home.”
Jen smiled and kissed his collarbone as she felt his stiffening cock stretch across her bare pussy. “I’m not sure I’ve recovered enough from last night yet.”
“That’s okay. I said we’d cuddle.”
She reached between them to squeeze his shaft. “Someone else seems to have a mind of his own.”
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