The Swing Set: Cameron: (The Swinging Florida Keys #1)

by Cheri Wood

  The Swing Set:

  Cameron

  (The Swinging Florida Keys #1)

  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.

  It was just us girls that night - Tanya, Carmen, Lauren, Mel and me. We’d met online about a year before and formed a locally based reading group. For smut.

  In the beginning, it was just steamy romances. We discussed different heroes and plots. Then one of the girls suggested another type of book. One a bit more explicit than the others. And we were hooked.

  I think we were all content with reading and giggling about the books we picked, but after Tanya’s party, nothing was ever the same again…

  That night, the girls of the Key Book Club had been invited to Tanya’s house, a veritable mansion in the most affluent neighborhood in Key West. We sat in her library with our e-readers ready and our welcome-Margaritas in our hands. Outside, a breeze was making the palm leaves tremble.

  “So…” Tanya put her hands together, calling our attention. “I have a surprise for you girls.”

  We all looked at each other, faces of mixed excitement and wariness. Tanya definitely had a wild side, and had so far been very candid about her boob job and her stance on Botox. She was very much in favor.

  I had a knot in my stomach as she left the room. I didn’t really want to inject myself with botulism. I was only thirty, and not a wrinkle in sight. Well, maybe one. Or two. My husband didn’t mind, though.

  Just like I didn’t mind that he risked his life on a daily basis with all sorts of crazies shooting at him. Well, maybe I minded a little. Or a lot. Especially these days, when just being a cop seemed to be enough to get you killed. And drug dealers weren’t a friendly lot to begin with.

  “Ta-da!” Tanya announced, her dark eyes glowing with pride as she presented us with a… woman. A very perky blonde, to be precise. If Tanya’s boob job was obvious, this woman’s stood out like a sore thumb. Or two. She had that plastic look about her that you mostly see on TV, but her smile was wide. And glossy.

  “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Tricia. She’s brought a few samples with her tonight for us to try.”

  Like Tupperware? She didn’t really look the part. It was probably make-up. Or hair products.

  “Hi girls,” Tricia said with a wide grin and a nasal voice, waving a greeting as she walked up to a table. “Tell me, have you ever seen one this big?”

  My eyes widened when she opened her bag and whipped out a bright pink and sparkly… dildo. So, no make-up samples, then…

  For all the talking and reading we’d done in our little group, I was supremely uncomfortable throughout Tricia’s demonstration and not particularly keen on poking and prodding her products. I noticed a few of the girls squirming in their seats, too, and the room’s atmosphere definitely changed once Tricia had packed up and left. She left us with goodie bags and a “special gift” to be tried out at home. I set mine on the floor without looking at the contents. I noticed Mel and Carmen doing the same.

  “So… how’d you like my surprise?” Tanya asked, her smile stretching from cheek to cheek.

  Collectively, we managed to produce a positive murmur without actually saying anything at all. It seemed to satisfy Tanya, though, because her grin didn’t fade one bit.

  “I buy something from Tricia’s web shop every month,” she confessed, taking a sip of her wine.

  After the welcome drink, we’d switched to wine. We were now on our second bottle for the night, and I fully expected to be cabbing it home.

  “Really?” Carmen said, leaning forward. Her long, caramel-colored curls fell over her shoulders as she moved. “Adrian makes games for a living, but we don’t really use toys in the bedroom.”

  “Corey is all for it,” Tanya said, waving her diamond-studded hand dismissively. “He was in Vegas last month for one of his tournaments, and there was an expo at the hotel he was staying at. When he came home, he had all sorts of new fun things for us to try.”

  “Lucky girl,” Lauren said and took a swig of her wine, leaving some of her fiery red lipstick on the glass. “Tom orders the same thing every week. I wish he would change it up a bit once in a while.”

  “Why don’t you suggest it?” Mel asked, frowning.

  Lauren shook her head. “Tom needs to be in control. I think he might pass out if someone told him what to do for a change.”

  We all exchanged a few worried glances, but it was Carmen who asked the question.

  “Lauren… are you saying he’s abusive with you?”

  Lauren froze with her wineglass halfway to her lips. “Oh. No. Sorry, that must have sounded…” She shook her head. “Forget it.”

  Mel put her glass down. “No. Lauren, if you-”

  “Stop. It’s not like that. Promise.”

  None of us said a word, and eventually she broke and refilled her glass with a sigh. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise it stays within the group.”

  “We promise,” Mel said.

  “Okay.” Lauren took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking again. “We enjoy… domination.”

  Lauren’s cheeks went bright red, almost matching her hair, and she took another deep drink of her wine.

  “Like, with leather and whips and stuff?” Mel asked.

  “No. No toys. Just… he likes to order me around, blindfold me, tie me up. That sort of thing.”

  “You said ‘he likes’,” Carmen pointed out. “What about you?”

  “I like it. I just… it’s gotten kinda boring for me.”

  I looked over at Mel. I knew she and I were both on the more cautious side. Not that we didn’t have fantasies - the books we picked were proof of that - but we never talked about it during our book club meet-ups.

  I’d wanted to ask Cameron to put his handcuffs to use in the bedroom, just to try it out, but he was always so professional and I worried he might think less of me if I brought it up.

  “What kind of things would you like to try?” Mel asked Lauren, but it was Tanya who picked up the topic.

  “Hey, I have an idea. Let’s all go around and say what we would most like to try that our husbands aren’t interested in. Lauren, you start.”

  “Uh… okay,” Lauren said and put her glass down. “I read a short story collection the other week about different kinds of… well, swinging.”

  I felt a jolt go through me at the word. For the past three weeks, I’d devoured books on wife-swapping and -sharing. Not that I would ever-

  “I kinda get a kick out of the idea of key parties,” Mel said, stunning me. “You know, where the guys put their keys in a bowl and the women each take a key and go home with the owner.”

  “Corey’s been talking about doing something like that fo
r years,” Tanya said, “but neither one of us want to go to some club with people we’ve never met, and most of Corey’s friends are single, so…” she shrugged. “We’ve discussed threesomes, though.”

  “Adrian would love to have a threesome,” Carmen said, “especially if he could get one of those virtual reality girls to participate,” she added with a snort.

  “What about you, Sandra?” Tanya said, turning her attention on me. “You’ve been particularly quiet tonight.”

  Oh, how I hated being the center of attention. Being quiet as a person only made it worse when someone called on you to speak, because suddenly all eyes were on you.

  “Um… well, I guess it’s along the same lines as everyone else. When I see those wife-swapping shows where the wives swap houses and do chores and stuff, I kinda fantasize about doing something like that, but being expected to share a bed with the guy, too.”

  I took a gulp of my wine to show that I was finished talking, and to hide my blush, but when I looked up again, everyone was still looking at me.

  “What?”

  “You know what I’m thinking?” Tanya said and I almost sighed with relief as the attention returned to her. “I’m thinking we should do it.”

  Mel coughed, and when I looked over, she was wiping her mouth, her hands shaking as she set her wine glass down. “Excuse me?” she said and I nodded in agreement. Surely Tanya couldn’t mean-

  “Think about it,” Tanya said. “We’re all young and hot, and none of us have any kids yet. What’s the harm in experimenting a little?”

  “I doubt Greg would ever agree to anything like that,” Mel said.

  “Have you ever asked?”

  “Well, no, but-”

  “So this is a perfect opportunity. Just say something like ‘Tanya had this crazy idea…’ and see how he reacts. If he laughs with you, you have your answer right there. No harm, no foul. But if he doesn’t laugh, then you’re on the way to having a real conversation about your desires.”

  “I don’t know, Tanya,” Carmen said.

  “Listen, I’ll talk to Corey about it, and if he’s interested, I’ll send a message through our group chat with a date for a party, and anyone who’s interested just message me back. We’ll arrange to meet up a few days before the party to figure out ground rules. Sound good?”

  I looked over at Mel, who shrugged, and I saw Lauren and Carmen nodding. Once again, they were all looking at me, and I copied Mel’s shrug. “I’ll ask Cameron.”

  When I got home, Cameron was in the living room watching a game, and I flopped down on the couch beside him, putting my head on his shoulder.

  Without looking away from the screen, he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. With six feet of muscle, he always made me feel small in my five-foot-five-inch frame.

  I wasn’t half as stunning as the girls in my reading group, but whenever Cameron looked at me, he made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. If we actually did what Tanya proposed, would his view of me change? Would he start comparing me to the other girls and find me lacking?

  “How was book club?” he asked and I realized the commercials had come on.

  “Not so much book club tonight as… well, toy party.”

  He frowned. “Toy party? What kind of-”

  I pulled a face and held out my goodie bag. “See for yourself.”

  He gave me a wary look before peeking into the bag. He pulled out item after item, laying them out on the table. I felt my cheeks heat as I watched the bounty grow. Aside from creams, lotions and lubricants, there were glow-in-the-dark condoms and edible underwear.

  “What’s in the box?” Cameron asked, holding a gift box between his thumb and forefinger.

  “I don’t know. Haven’t checked.”

  “Well, it’s your gift, you should open it,” he said and held it out to me.

  I pulled a face and undid the bow and lifted the lid. Oh.

  “Can I see?” Cameron asked and I nodded, handing it over.

  “Ah.”

  What exactly did that response mean?

  “I should throw them out, right?” I said, reaching for the box. There was a moment’s hesitation before he handed it back to me.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “Isn’t it what you want?” I asked, trying to figure him out. The game had started back up, but his focus was on me.

  “I like to keep an open mind,” he said and I felt a thrill go through me.

  “So, do you think we should-” I looked at the door to our bedroom, and then back at Cameron.

  He grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV. “I do.”

  I was just about to turn back the covers on our bed when Cameron wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. I could feel his hard length press against my butt and smiled. It was nice to know I still turned him on after so many years together. We hadn’t lost the spark in our marriage. We didn’t need to try new things to spice up our-

  “I can’t wait to fuck your tight ass,” Cameron practically growled in my ear, nipping at my earlobe and making my entire body fire up.

  He’d never used crude words in bed since we got married. Before then, he’d tried out a few on me, but it had never turned me on. Not like it did now. Was it the books? Had I desensitized myself and even come to crave that kind of language in the bedroom?

  I opened my mouth to say something sexy, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I reached up behind me to hook my arm around his neck and cup the back of his head, urging him to meet me in a kiss. He did, and I melted against him. The kiss was deeper and more urgent than the kisses we usually shared. It was like we’d tapped into some previously dried-up source and we were both desperate to drink from it.

  “Cam.” I panted out his name as we came up for air, but he didn’t pause before whipping my dress over my head and turning me fully around so he could feast on my breasts, lifting them out of my plain bra to sit atop the cups. I ran my hands up and down his back, scraped his skin with my nails, and tugged on his short hair.

  His hands went to my ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting me against him.

  “I want you inside me,” I said hoarsely, squirming against him. “Now.”

  Cameron grabbed hold of my thighs and lifted me to hook my legs around his waist as he walked us the few steps over to the bed, but instead of depositing me on it, he sat down so that I was straddling him.

  I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and rolled it up over his muscled torso, leaning in to lick his flat nipples as I let him pull the fabric over his head. When his hands were free again, he slid them through my hair, gathering the long dark blond strands into a twist. Using his grip on my hair, he tugged my head back so that I was looking up at him.

  “Get the box,” he said and it took me a moment to understand what he was talking about. Reluctantly, I slid off his lap and walked over to the dresser on shaky legs. My hands were trembling as I grabbed the gift box and the tube of lubricant, but I made it back to the bed without stumbling.

  I stood in front of my husband and handed him the objects. He set them on the bed beside him and placed his hands on my hips. He looked up at me and I saw the question in his eyes. I nodded and he turned me around.

  I tried breathing normally as Cameron’s large, warm hands smoothed down my sides and his thumbs drew circles just above the hem of my panties. Then he slowly pulled them down over my hips and thighs. I bent slightly to step out of them, and felt Cam’s hand on my lower back, urging me to bend deeper and stay there.

  My skin broke out in goosebumps all over as I felt his warm breath between my legs, and I whimpered as his tongue stroked the ridge of my puckered hole. I’d been wet before, but now my sex was clenching, desperate for something to grab onto.

  I gasped as cool liquid squirted against my sphincter and then again as a wet, rounded tip pressed into me.

  “Easy,” Cameron said soothingly as he slid the plug back and forth, adding lubricant
as he worked. “You’re doing great, baby.”

  I bit my lip to keep from making noise but tried my best to relax. There was no way I would be able to take him if even the small toy wouldn’t fit.

  “There.” Cameron smoothed his hands over my ass cheeks, kneading them with his strong thumbs. “Beautiful. Do you think you can stand?”

  I slowly straightened, feeling the plug shifting inside my tight channel. “Is it going to fall out?” I asked as Cameron tugged me over to him so that he could kiss my breasts.

  “Don’t worry about that,” he murmured. “Are you ready?”

  “How do you want me?” I asked, a little breathless.

  Cameron grinned and nipped at the underside of my breast. “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

  I could have taken it as a reproach, but it was true that I hadn’t exactly been the most adventurous in the bedroom, and Cameron had never complained. “She’s still at book club,” I said and reached into his sweatpants to wrap my hand around his hard shaft. “We should probably hurry before she gets home.”

  “Fuck,” Cameron grunted and kneaded my breasts, rolling the tips between his thumb and index finger. “On all fours. Face the mirror.”

  My cheeks heated. It was one thing to get into the fantasy, but actually watching myself… Still, I’d initiated this foray into uncharted territory.

  I climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, facing the mirror over the dresser but focusing my gaze on the top drawer.

  Cameron dropped his sweatpants and boxers and then he was behind me, his hands on my hips.

  “Eyes in the mirror,” he said and I forced myself to look up and meet his eyes in the reflection. “You are so fucking hot, San,” he said, gripping his hard length in his hand.

  I pushed back against him as I felt his blunt tip tease my opening.

  “Aww, fuck, you’re soaking wet,” Cameron said, making me even hotter. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? You’re loving how I talk to you. Say it.”

  “I love it,” I said on a gasp. “Please, Cam-”