SWING! Adventures in Swinging by Today's Top Erotica Writers

by Jacqueline Applebee

  And for me, as exciting as Ron's story was sexually, it was all such a wonderful revelation. To this day I admire Eileen and Paul for what they were able to hold on to with each other, even as they so openly shared everything that there is to give. Eileen gave of herself, and Paul gave of himself just as deeply in that they both invited a friend into their bed. And according to Ron, besides the passion, besides the intimacies shared, and the memories to be embraced for the rest of his life, the best of it was that they were still able to remain . . . the best of friends.

  Premises

  By Lara Zielinsky

  Jan stepped from the car, careful not to snag her ebony fishnets, and adjusted the short skirt as she stood. After straightening, she had to pull her right heel from the soft sand of the parking field. Pushing a loose golden curl away from her face, she looked back out toward the roadway they had left. Her spine still vibrated a little from the washboard conditions of the unpaved road.

  Chris walked around the back of the car toward her. She smiled into his darkly handsome face and accepted a kiss as he took her hand. “You still sure?” he asked. His green eyes searched hers by the light of a string of Japanese paper lanterns.

  “I wanted to do this where no one would know us,” she said. “This place seemed perfect since we were already vacationing nearby.” She might have had her first time at an off-premises club closer to home, but she preferred the anonymity over meeting someone she might eventually see at the grocery store. Also, this being all on-premises, she wouldn't possibly kill the momentum if she met someone who might suit, so it was a chance to get a little wilder. She might eventually grow to love swinging, but she had had to be honest—Chris had wanted nothing less—and she was a little nervous.

  She had confessed she had always fantasized tasting another woman's lips and skin, and was turned on by the idea of Chris watching her with another man or woman. They rented movies and talked over more of the realities. Chris had been swinging with a previous girlfriend, and he had stressed it took honesty.

  Moving away from the car and finding the stepping stone path to the entrance, Jan's head turned at the sound of another car pulling to a stop. She held Chris back a moment with a slight squeeze on his arm, and they stood silent, still mostly in shadows. Another couple got out of the car, and walked easily and familiarly along the stepping stones toward the fence.

  Jan studied the couple avidly, her newly accepted sexual tastes sampling their appearance. He was broad shouldered, a little older from the evident retreat of his hairline, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt open to the navel showing a furred chest glinting silvery in the lighting. Where Chris was dark, handsome and slim, this man by contrast was maybe a football or soccer player in his youth. She had a vision of both of them together, sandwiching her body, or rising over him while Chris plunged into her ass. Raw and primal heat surged through her veins.

  As the couple reached the gate, Jan turned her attention to the woman as the introductions were made in voices too low to carry back to her. The lanterns’ swaying light played with the petite woman’s hair and features, revealing fiery highlights in the short styled dark brown curls. Jan's fingertips tingled with the desire to stroke through it. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips at the sight of the woman's profile. She had a lean, mature face and was probably more than a few years older than Jan. Her bone structure cast her face vaguely heart shaped with rounded cheekbones drawing down to a prominent but roundly pointed chin. In contrast to Jan, the woman’s lips were thin, a faint ribbon of dusky red against healthy tan skin.

  The woman wore a sarong style emerald green dress, translucent in the light, gathered and pulled in vaguely Greek classic folds. The length curved around her legs, ending at mid-calf. One side of the fabric separated from the other showing shapely calves and thighs as she moved to step up into the house. Her male partner shook hands with the host at the door as they walked through and disappeared.

  “Let's go,” Jan said at last. Chris took her hand, and she caught his smile. He had seen her examination of the couple. His nod said he approved if she wanted to make a move.

  He pulled out his wallet when they reached the door and handed over the cover charge. When asked for their names, he answered, “Chris and Jan from Las Ritas.”

  “You called from the resort.” Their host smiled. He was unremarkably attired in a button down red shirt and jean shorts. “So you're new?”

  “Here. Yes,” Chris answered.

  “Common areas are out front. Eats, music, dancing, a pool table. Sofa and chairs for conversation. The pool area with hot tubs separates the front from the back.” He nodded toward a plump brunette currently exchanging kisses with the previously arrived couple. “I'm Buck. That's my wife, Lil. This is our club.”

  Jan had been watching and was pleased to see the other woman share a thoroughly intimate kiss with Buck's wife. There was going to be a possibility, she thought with a smile.

  “Rules of course,” Buck went on. “No means no, and anyone who doesn't get that gets lost. Sex is only in the back rooms, or the specialty sheds out back. Clothing is optional throughout the place beyond the foyer. You'll find lube and free condoms in all the rooms.”

  Jan felt a surge of confidence. Chris shook Buck's hand. “Gotcha.”

  “Questions?” She turned her gaze away from the couple as Buck spoke again, clearly reading her mind.

  “Introductions?” she asked.

  Despite the fact that the foyer space had probably a dozen other people mingling and the low murmur of several conversations, Buck apparently knew immediately who had caught Jan's attention. “Right this way.” As he stepped from the doorway, he stroked the shoulder of a nearby male, his outfit just a few strategically covering strips of leather. “Len, catch the door for a few.”

  Jan, with Chris at her back, followed Buck to Lil and the other couple. The music was a mix of eighties and nineties rock, and there was a light haze of smoke in the air, and she inhaled a little, catching a flowering scent, maybe peach blossoms. On the dance space by small card tables a couple of women gyrated up and down each other's bodies and the body of a bare-chested man between them. Jan's groin clenched and she turned her gaze forward again just as they reached the trio.

  The three were lifting disposable Champagne cups to their lips. Lil stepped back, opening the space in front of the other couple as Buck slipped an arm around her hips. Smiling, Jan watched Lil as she lifted her head to accept Buck's kiss. Her face was rounder, a little fleshy, but pleasant.

  Her voice was very sexy when she spoke. “I'm Lil.” She nodded to the couple and Jan accepted the permission to look again at the fascinating woman with the come-hither smile.

  “I'm Jan,” she said.

  “Chris,” her husband said.

  “Tim,” and Chris shook hands.

  “I'm Kay.” Jan met a direct gaze sizing her up as much as she was doing to the other woman.

  “Come here often?”

  Kay answered, “We've been swinging for about ten years. We're local. Where are you from?”

  “Las Ritas. We're on vacation from tax season,” Chris answered.

  Tim asked, “Accountant?”

  “Yes.”

  “Heck of an economy right?” Tim and Chris moved off.

  “Champagne?” Kay's voice reached Jan's ear as her hand touched her arm.

  Jan was disconcerted by the men moving off. “A little. Thanks.”

  “You're new to this,” Kay said. She picked up a Champagne cup, and offered it with a couple squares of cheese. Jan started to take a cheese cube with her fingers. Kay brushed them aside gently. Jan clued in and took the cube between her teeth, closing her lips around it and tasting Kay's fingertips before they withdrew.

  “I guess it shows.” Jan reached for a fruit cube to offer herself.

  “You have talked about it though?” Kay obligingly took it from her fingertips.

  “Oh yes. Chris and I have talk
ed a lot about it. Started with fantasies, but . . .” Jan tried to shrug, aroused by the feel of Kay's lips on her skin.

  “You've got the control here,” Kay said. The words and the voice sent a thrill through Jan's body. “So be sure to take it.”

  Jan sipped her champagne. “What do you do?” she asked.

  “I sculpt.”

  “Really? Would I have seen any of your work?”

  Kay shook her head. Jan reached for the hand sliding up her forearm and traced the fingers while she held Kay's gaze across their joined hands. Kay's fingers closed so the tips stroked the back of Jan's hand. “You haven't asked what I do.”

  “Let me guess.”

  “All right.” Jan laughed.

  “You are married to Chris?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you married an accountant. You work outside the home. Do you have children?”

  “My only son is spending these two weeks with his grandparents.”

  “You're not young enough to be a pre-schooler's mother,” Kay said with a smile. “So you don't teach primary school.”

  Jan laughed. “Is that how that works?”

  Lil brushed past Kay drawing both women's attention as she stepped onto the dance floor with Buck. Chris and Tim were watching them. “Let's get the men going,” Kay suggested.

  “How?”

  “Dance?”

  Jan nodded. “All right. You still haven't guessed what I do.”

  “I've got all evening to figure it out,” Kay said. She called Tim to her. “Let's dance, honey.”

  So Jan and Chris followed Kay and Tim to the dance floor. The two couples gyrated, circulating around each other. Chris cupped Jan against his body and murmured in her ear, “Tim says Kay goes both ways.”

  Jan nodded, meeting his brown eyes. “I know.”

  “So you want to hook up with them?”

  “I'd like to ask her to dance first.”

  Chris nodded. They watched Kay and Tim swirling in and around Lil and Buck. The two men took their wives in their arms, backs against their chests, gyrating and stroking up and down their figures, the couples facing each other. Lil reached for Kay and the women gradually became a couple, in the middle between their husbands' bodies, clothed curves sliding against each other as they kissed and danced.

  Jan smiled. Oh yes, she wanted to dance with Kay. Chris kissed the back of her neck, his hands plying their magic trailing across her stomach and hips. Kay had advised Jan to take control if she wanted it. “May I cut in?” she asked, as they moved in close to the gyrating couples.

  Kay looked over her shoulder at Tim with a smile. “Kiss her if she'll allow it, and I'll switch partners.”

  Jan lifted her face and Tim's hand fell from his wife's shoulder to Jan's hip as she met his lips for a kiss. He had a soft touch, and she found herself eager to watch him make love to his wife later.

  Kay's mouth was on Jan's throat before she disengaged from Tim's lips. The music's rhythm matched her changing heart rate and Jan chuckled a little as Tim's mouth left hers.

  “She's all yours,” Tim said.

  Jan opened her eyes and found Kay's eyes searching hers. “See?”

  Kay's hands moved from her hips at the same time Jan's moved to Kay's hips and they swayed into a rhythm together, stroking up each other's sides and back. Jan dipped her head finding Kay's coming up. Their lips met and she hummed with pleasure. Kay chuckled against Jan’s mouth, and the sound was almost lost in the roar of blood in her ears. She started to reach around Kay's hips, to pull the woman in more closely, and found Tim's hip there. Jan opened her eyes, and he made a slight move of separation.

  Sliding against the other woman's front, Jan tightened her embrace. Kay's figure meshed erotically with her own, and Jan knew she had been right. She did want a woman's touch, a woman's body. She dipped her head and murmured against Kay's ear, “Can we move someplace else?”

  “Yes.”

  Jan gestured to the pool area. She slipped a hand inside the side of Kay's dress, outlining the side of a breast with her palm. “Hot tub?”

  Kay smiled. Tim smiled. Chris smiled. Jan stepped out of her shoes first when they reached the pool deck. Several couples in the pool played a version of Marco Polo. Jan realized the game would be a perfect ice breaker, blindfolded or not, as it granted permission to touch. She spied a small sign as they walked to one of the hot tubs: No coming or going. She chuckled.

  Kay went to Chris to help him unbutton his shirt. They kissed as she did so, and Jan enjoyed the view for several seconds. Tim touched her back. “May I?” he asked her.

  She assented, and his hands and lips roused her skin to a rosy flush as he slipped her free of her skirt. The fishnets were crotchless and his fingers, broader and flatter than Chris's, brushing there caused a pleasant shiver. When she turned around, Chris and Kay were settling into the heated water, the steam coating their unsubmerged skin in a sheen of perspiration.

  Tim held her hand as she stepped in, with the other low on her back. They both watched Kay nuzzling against Chris, obviously stroking him as his hips lifted rhythmically. Jan slid her fingertips over Tim's furred chest, enjoying the different sensation, and she brushed her hip against his thickening member, recognizing it as thicker than Chris's. She kissed him.

  “Later?” he asked.

  “Definitely,” she acknowledged.

  Kay leaned back, resting her head against the side of the hot tub, and Chris, Jan knew from the flush on his face he was hard, moved to caress the woman. Jan looked to see Tim reach out and catch Kay's right hand as Chris's touch set her hips in motion. Kay's responses were wonderful, and Jan acknowledged again she would be enthralled when she could see this woman orgasming later, and if she could cause one.

  “Jan,” Kay called softly, her eyes closed to enjoy Chris's contact.

  Jan complied with the call, straddling Kay as she crossed the hot tub. Kay circled Jan’s neck with her arms, and as her pelvis ground against Jan's thigh, they kissed. Jan tasted the salts of perspiration and the warm chlorinated water as she trailed her lips down from Kay's mouth, reaching for her breasts and lifting the pert mounds just above the water line, flicking the nipples with her modest nails. Kay's throaty voice ebbed and flowed with Jan's strokes. Jan moved one hand under the water, caressing Kay's stomach, not sure if she should go lower yet or not. When her fingertips found the wet hair and combed through it lightly, Kay's hand came down over hers, and she pressed firmly and rhythmically over her pubic bone with their joined hands. Jan returned her mouth to Kay's, and they lingered in small kisses, tasting each other's mouth, outlining the shapes with the tips of their tongues, and tasting lipstick remnants.

  When Jan eased back, Kay looked at her seriously through lowered lids, arms spread across the back of the hot tub. “We'd like to share,” she said with a nod toward Tim. “You?”

  Chris looked to Jan who nodded. “Clean?”

  Tim nodded. “But condoms. Always.”

  “Of course.”

  “Would you want my husband?” Kay asked Jan.

  “Yes.” Jan asked, “You want me?”

  “Oh yes, sweetheart, I want you.” Jan chuckled at the deep sincerity in Kay's throaty voice.

  “Then yes.”

  They moved from the pool, nudity easy now, as hands stroked visible flesh wherever it was to be found. Jan had Chris's and Tim's cocks in her hands as Kay led the way to the rooms. They checked several and Jan spied writhing and sinuous bodies making orgiastic noises. As they paused in one doorway, Tim positioned himself with his hardening cock between Jan's thighs, the bulbous head compressed in the slight gap between her thigh muscles as he moved.

  Chris, taller than Kay, had his cock hard against her mid-back as they watched. With her arm around Kay’s shoulders, Jan stroked Kay’s breast. Kay curled her arm around Jan's lower back and stroked Jan's hip.

  Within the room, a black man lay blindfolded on his back, his mouth open and tongue straining to lick at the
naked white pussy gyrating above his head. Another woman, hunched over and stroking his balls, repeatedly lowered herself onto his condom-covered cock that was thick like a deli salami. The threesomes' sounds were pleasurable, adding to Jan's eagerness to be making her own version of these sounds. Kay took her hand.

  “This room.” Kay moved to the next door and put her panty on the doorknob, signaling it would be for their private use only. Jan stroked the green silk strip of cloth imagining the heat and scent still lingering in the crotch.

  A king size mattress and box spring dominated the middle of the room. Faint moonlight beamed in through the curtained window. Kay pulled herself backward on one side of the bed, and Chris took Jan to the other side of the bed where she lay down. By mutual accord, the women lay side by side, while Tim and Chris knelt on the floor between their legs.

  Jan enjoyed Chris's ability with his tongue, and while she was enjoying the occasional view of Kay's pleasure and Tim's face between Kay's thighs, she also was caught up in her husband's thumb as it stroked her clit and his fingers curving inside thrusting toward her g-spot.

  Kay's hand found Jan and their fingers intertwined as they lay together, each woman experiencing the pleasure of her own husband. Jan enjoyed the sounds Kay made beside her, but she missed the other woman's first orgasm as her own washed over her. She felt Kay's soft hands soothed over her face and throat as she lay there a moment with her eyes closed. Chris still licked between her thighs. She turned her head and found Kay's lips and opened her eyes as Kay's mouth left hers to trail down her throat and onto her chest, where lips and teeth latched onto a breast. Jan found Kay's breast dangling above her. She reached up, stroking the skin, and kissed around the pert mound before licking her way to Kay's nipple and latching on. The tugging at her own breast paused as Kay gasped in pleasure. Then they resumed mutually sucking on nipples.

  Jan's hands moved over Kay's back, stroking the muscles as she switched from the right to the left breast. Kay moved as well, inching forward, until her knees met Jan's shoulders. Up through Kate's thighs, Jan saw Tim fingering his wife's slit. While he continued, Jan nuzzled into the dark pubic hairs with her nose, enjoying the scent, and finally sought out Kay's clit.