by Swan, Carol
“Thanks, Amy,” Emma murmured. She glanced around her and caught Noah’s eye. He was standing by the window chatting with another couple, presumably Jenny and Cameron, but he stared as Emma thanked Amy with a long, slow hug. Amy kissed her softly on the cheek as she pulled away, and Emma’s arms lingered around the other woman’s slender neck.
Two hours later, everyone was gathered in the living room with a game open in front of them. Emma was on one end of the couch, snuggled up against Noah, with Miranda on his other side and Michael beside her at the opposite end. The other two couples sat on puffy floor pillows. The game had stalled considerably. Emma watched Miranda’s hand, which had found its way onto Noah’s thigh. Emma took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her husband. Miranda hesitated, so Emma placed her own hand over the hand resting on her husband’s leg and guided it to Noah’s crotch. Noah inhaled sharply.
The other couples had seemed to take the hint. Jenny and Cameron had gone from cuddling to making out, and Amy and Ethan were watching the scene play out on the couch. Emma backed off from Noah. Miranda moved to straddle him, and Noah’s hands hovered above her waist for a moment before coming to rest on her hips. Michael watched from his end of the couch as his wife kissed Noah’s neck, Noah holding her hips tight against his crotch.
Emma slunk off the couch and knelt on the floor near Amy and Ethan. They both smiled at her and Amy held out her hand, which Emma took.
“So you, uh, you work downtown?” Emma asked, acutely aware of their patient, knowing smiles. Instead of answering, Ethan placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She felt his lips on her neck, warm and soft. She glanced at Noah again, but his face was covered by Miranda’s curtain of auburn hair. She stared at his hands on her ass as Ethan lightly trailed his lips over her throat. His hands went to her shoulders and then down to her arms, and eventually one hand was pressing against her left breast. He had a firmer touch than Noah, and the sensation surprised her. She felt Ethan’s smirk against her neck as her breathing hitched.
“What do you say we go find a room?” he breathed. Emma twitched at the idea. She hadn’t felt this naughty since she was a teenager, sneaking into the back of her father’s car with Noah, him hard as a rock and her lips bruised with his hungry kisses.
“Is… would Amy be okay with that?” Emma asked, and Ethan chuckled, his nose tickling Emma’s collar bone.
“I think Amy’s already gone with it,” he said, and Emma looked around, blinking. It was true: Amy was no longer in the living room, and Michael was gone too. Cameron and Jenny were still there, though Cameron’s hand had disappeared up Jenny’s skirt. Emma blushed, looked away at Ethan, and blushed even deeper.
“Okay,” she said, because that was about all she could manage. Ethan locked a hand in her hair and kissed her on the lips, deep, for just the count of three or four. Emma crawled back over to the couch and placed a hand on Miranda’s back. Miranda moved aside, leaving Noah aroused and confused until he saw Emma kneeling in front of him.
“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, sounding slightly groggy. Emma could see the bulge in in pants and knelt down to kiss him through his jeans.
“Of course. I’m taking Ethan to the back. I’ll be out soon.”
Noah looked at Ethan, then back to Miranda. He pulled Emma up from between his legs and kissed her softly. “Have fun,” he whispered.
“You too,” Emma said. “I love you.”
Emma led Ethan into the back room while Noah climbed on top of Miranda. She paused just before they passed from view because the couple on the floor had gotten up and approached the couch as well. Cameron took Miranda’s arm and drew her into a standing position, where he pulled her against him and whispered in her ear. She giggled, and Miranda said something to Noah. He pointed towards the office and the two went off there together, leaving Noah and Jenny alone in the living room. Jenny settled on one end of the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. Noah cleared his throat and grinned sheepishly at her.
“Amy really likes blondes,” Ethan confided with the quirk of a smile. “I’m sure she’ll be back to Noah in a bit. I’d be jealous if I weren’t such a fan of redheads myself.”
Emma blushed, not used to being complimented by men who weren’t her husband. So much of her life had been consumed playing by all the rules. It had never occurred to her to check with Noah to see if the rules even applied.
“I used to date a guy with blue eyes,” she said. “I kind of miss them.”
She took him by the hand and led him to the guest room her mother and father had slept in a few weekends ago. All of the sheets had been changed and the floor was vacuumed, blinds dusted, and windows cleaned with all-natural cleaner. The rest of the house was just as immaculate. Emma may not have known exactly how to throw a swinger party, but she did know how to clean (and knew what kind of incentive would convince Noah to help her).
“Gee,” Ethan said, looking at the perfectly tucked sheets, “I’m afraid to touch anything.”
Emma bounced onto the bed, the comforter crinkling around her. “No worries. I’m just a bit anal.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Emma cleared her throat and smoothed the blankets around her.
“This is your first time swinging, huh?” Ethan asked. Emma nodded. “Pretty ballsy of you to throw your own party. Normally you’d watch for a bit first, get a feel for the community.”
“Noah likes to dive into things head first,” she explained, “And it can be really fun going along for the ride.”
“You’re having fun, then?”
“It’s… yes, but it’s a little…”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not always like this. There was a lot going on in your living room, actually.” Ethan paused and looked away, then cleared his throat. “Normally that kind of thing happens in private.”
Emma blushed again, “Oh, did we do it wrong? I—”
“No, no,” he said, waving away her concern, “There’s no wrong. It was just a bit different. Kind of nice, the change.” His voice had grown husky. “It’s not normally so voyeuristic.”
Emma curled her toes and tapped her fingernails against the bedpost. “I get the feeling you’re a bit of a perv,” she teased, poking his nose with one dainty finger. He smiled. “I think you liked watching your girlfriend go off with Michael.”
“What makes you think that?” he asked. Emma playfully ground against him, his erection pressing into her stomach.
“Gee,” she said, “I wonder.”
They’d closed the door and the room was silent except for their breathing and the rustling of fabric. Emma let her hands fall to the hem of Ethan’s shirt.
“I know I’m not as ripped as you’re used to,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment with a cough. He was looking up at the ceiling, his hands on Emma’s waist.
“Don’t tell Noah,” Emma said, “but I’ve got a soft spot for scrawny boys.” Ethan’s hands slid from her waist down to her ass, cupping her cheeks firmly in his palms while his fingers rested dangerously close to her pussy. Rather than wait for him to escalate things slowly, as Amy had warned her was his style, she took one of his hands and guided it to the front of her jeans. He slid his hand under her clothes and began to gently rub in wide circles. Emma squirmed against him and her hands went to his belt, tearing it open. She caught his collarbone between her teeth and bit down while she worked at the button on his jeans. The harder she bit the more pressure he put on her, until she felt one of his fingers glide between her lips.
“Jesus,” he breathed, tightening his grip on her ass with his other hand. “You’re really fucking wet.”
“Want to taste?”
She felt the visceral twitch rack through his body. “Yes,” he said, rubbing his fingers along the inside of her pussy lips. He let the tip of a finger rest on the head of her clit for a moment, until she ground against his hand. She kissed him hard and he slid a finger inside her.
Her mouth opened wide in a pant and he walked forward, forcing her backwards. The back of her knees touched the bed and she let herself fall onto it. She grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head. Ethan immediately cupped her breast in his hand and began to kiss down her collarbone. He slid another finger inside her and descended on her nipples with a groan. Emma arched against him as his fingers rubbed the front wall of her pussy and his tongue circled her nipples, taut and sensitive.
Her hands began to work at the button on his jeans, and soon she had them open wide enough to reach down and grab his cock in her hand. She marveled at the warmth and the size of it, the way it curved differently than Noah’s, how it sat in her hand.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered.
“Too bad,” he said. His lips closed over her right nipple and he sucked hard. Emma felt her pussy clench around his fingers moving inside her. “You promised I could taste your pussy.”
“I didn’t promise,” she objected, trying to maintain her playful aloofness despite the way her clit began to beat at the thought. She whimpered as Ethan’s mouth moved from her breast, leaving her nipple wet and cold. He began to travel down her stomach, stopping to press a light kiss over her belly button. He deftly unzipped her jeans and slid them off with her panties. Emma pouted as he withdrew his hand, but he didn’t leave her unattended for long. His mouth traveled lazily down the stretch of skin below her navel, and when at last she felt his tongue parting the lips of her pussy, she gasped and buried her nails in his scalp.
“Fuck,” she whispered, unable to stay still as Ethan’s tongue drew from the base of her labia upwards, stopping just short of her clit. She could feel the blood pulsing in her clit and tried to pull his head towards it, but he resisted. It wasn’t until she was whimpering and bucking against his face that she finally felt his tongue on her clit, wet and surprisingly cool. She moaned as he began to lick in steady strokes, and when she begged for it, he slid two fingers back inside her. Her breath became ragged and she tugged ineffectually at his hair, grinding against him, bucking and moaning until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Just as she was about to topple over the edge, he removed his fingers and moved his lips back to her nipple, circling it with his tongue and sucking fiercely. His fingers dug into her ass hard enough that she was sure he would leave bruises. Just as she was about to take matters into her own hands, Ethan pressed his cock against the entrance to her pussy and slowly slid inside her. She gurgled with surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan. She folded her legs around his waist and moved with him as he drove into her, rocking her entire body. His lips on her nipple began to slacken as his mouth hung open, and he began to make sounds as well.
“God,” he said, his voice heavy with arousal. He pushed into her faster and faster until his head was arched all the way back. Emma took the opportunity to sink her teeth into his throat, making him jerk. Emma rocked with him until she couldn’t keep up with his rhythm any more, and then she let her own head roll back as her body let go. The pulsing sensation in her clit expanded to cover her entire body, and she arched her back and flexed her toes. Above her, Ethan groaned and shook, and Emma struggled to watch as he came, her own body wracked with waves of pleasure. It all happened shockingly fast, and once it was over Ethan moved her hair out of her face and kissed her.
“So that’s swinging,” he said, and Emma giggled.
“I think I like swinging,” she said.
Sharing Friends – Part II
“I came fucking hard.”
Emma traced circles on Noah’s bare chest as he told his story. She was entranced by the swirls of hair, imagining she could detect the scent of Amy lingering there. Listening to Noah describe his experience brought back memories of her own recent adventure.
It was the day after the party and the couple was snuggling on the couch, the television off and Netflix the furthest thing from their mind.
“I’m still sore,” she admitted. Noah pulled away and looked at her, alarmed. “The good sore,” she assured him, sealing it with a quick peck on the cheek, “It was quick and rough. I liked it.”
“He didn’t just stick it in and go to town, did he?” Noah asked with a grunt. Emma giggled.
“Of course not.”
“So what did he do?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Noah pretended to glower as Emma giggled. The living room was completely cleaned up, the sitting pillows returned to their place in the corner and the bowl of condoms depleted or taken home as souvenirs. The board games were stacked on the shelf below the television. The only hint of the party was the faint smell of sex in the air, which Emma realized she was probably imagining.
“Come on, Em,” Noah said, nuzzling her neck, “Tell me how you fucked the guy.”
“I didn’t really fuck him,” she said. “He fucked me.”
Noah sat straight up, eyes wide. “Seriously? You played the submissive?”
Emma stuck out her lower lip and tilted her head. “Somebody jealous?”
“I…”
“And lost for words, too.” This time she planted the kiss on his lips, turning his face towards her with a hand on his cheek. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and his kiss back was aggressive.
“I think I want to see this,” he said when she broke the kiss, “I don’t quite believe it.”
“Maybe you’ll get the chance. We could invite them over for dinner.”
So that’s what they did. Noah called Ethan up that very night and promised wine and fine dining if he and Amy joined them for the evening. Just knowing Ethan was on the other end of the line was enough to make Emma antsy. When they hung up, she threw her arms around Noah. “This is gonna be so much fun,” she said, bouncing up and down like a child. Noah grinned and kissed her.
“I vote we get started without them,” he said, bending down so his face was right next to hers.
They’d had sex last night after everyone had gone home, and it had been one of the most intimate moments of their life. They barely spoke, only held and rode each other until they both tired, and even then they would resume in a few hours. Not much sleep was had. Emma wondered if the other couples had a similar experience.
“But I’ve gotta cook,” Emma said, kissing the tip of Noah’s nose. “You promised fancy steak.”
“How about I cook?” he suggested.
Emma laughed and swatted his chest. “You don’t cook.”
“I could be persuaded.”
Noah took a moment, and then grabbed Emma as though for a waltz. “Together,” he declared, and Emma giggled in assent.
Two bottles of wine sat on the counter, one white, one red. Emma had pulled her mother’s old, tall candles from the bottom drawer and set them in the candleholder. There was a salad mixed sans the dressing, and the steaks sat marinating in the fridge. Emma fiddled with the lights, trying to find the perfect dimness setting. Noah smiled to himself as the lights went down and up and down again. “Potatoes are done,” he called. “Pass me a bowl?”
Satisfied with the lights, Emma grabbed a large porcelain bowl from the cupboard beside the microwave. She passed it to Noah, who scooped the mashed potatoes into it. He then passed it back to Emma and she placed it delicately on the table.
“Did we forget anything?” Emma asked, peering around the room. Noah sighed and put his arms around her from behind. He kissed the top of her head.
“Nope. Everything’s perfect. Relax, sweetheart.”
“I can’t relax,” she blabbered. “I’m all jittery. See?” She held up a hand for his inspection and, true to her word, it was trembling slightly.
“Aw,” Noah said, covering her small hand with both of his. “Poor Emma.”
“Why are you so calm?” she demanded, leaning into him, “Aren’t you excited?”
“Of course I am.”
“Why am I always the one freaking out?”
“Dunno, babe. I’m just a rock. Nothi
ng phases me.”
“Nothing, huh?”
“Nothing. I could wrestle a shark in the middle of a gladiator pit in the midst of a tsunami and you know me, I’d be steady as a rock.”
“Really? There’s nothing at all that could get you worked up?”
“Nothing.”
“Not even this?”
“Um.”
Emma had let her hand wander down to the front of Noah’s jeans and she was slowly stroking him through the denim. Noah cleared his throat and Emma delighted in having shut him up. He began to get hard at her touch, his cock straining against his jeans.
“Can’t wait ten minutes for our guests to arrive, huh? Want a good fuck now, just to remind you why you’re coming back to me at the end of the night?” His hands crept up under her shirt, and she quickly pulled it off. Noah inhaled sharply as he covered the bare skin of her breasts with his hands.
“So presumptuous,” she mused. She slid her hand inside his jeans and closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it swell as she squeezed. He continued to massage her breasts as she put her lips to his neck, kissing down the side of his throat.
“You’re pretty hot,” Emma told him. “Like, a little bit hot. Just a tad.”
“Only kinda,” he agreed with a sarcastic smirk. He removed his shirt. Emma began to kiss down past his collarbone, past his chest. Her lips trailed down to his stomach and she lingered near his belly button, planting small wet kisses all around it. She let the denim of his jeans tickle her nose as she sank lower. She pressed her closed lips against the bulge.
“You want to suck me off, don’t you, Em?” It wasn’t a question, because they both already knew the answer. The words, though, sent a warm shudder from the crown of Emma’s head down to her toes.
“Yeah,” she said, hooking her fingers in his belt loops, “Yeah, I do.”