20 erotic swinging and swapping stories

by Miranda Forbes

  ‘Very. You?’

  ‘It was nice. But I sure am glad to have my girl back next to me.’

  ‘Admit it, you loved it.’

  ‘I loved it, but I love you more than anything,’ he said.

  That was all I really needed to hear.

  Daniel kissed me and I knew that I smelled like fucking, because he did. Instead of making me anxious or jealous, it made me want to fuck him. Soon.

  Dana leaned over and whispered, ‘Hey, there’s a play running downtown for the next week or so. It’s pretty long so they break it up into two hour bits with a forty-five minute intermission. We could meet there and then after go out to dinner. Are you guys interested?’

  In the dark Daniel’s hand stroked my breast and I felt my body hum to life. Both to get him alone later and to go to this play, to take another opportunity with our new found lovers.

  I leaned forward, catching the light gleaming in Andrew’s eyes. Again I imagined those hands – so much bigger than mine, so much bigger than Daniel’s – around my throat. He smiled at me and I felt my stomach dip with excitement. I laughed softly as the movie started to roll. ‘I admit, Dana, I’m intrigued.’

  Daniel whispered in my ear, ‘That’s my girl.’

  Quay Party

  by Courtney James

  Jacqui always had to go one better than me. To say we were best friends, she spent as much time competing with me as she did shopping for shoes or sharing girly confidences over a glass of Pinot Grigio. Whenever I found myself down on my knees, scrubbing away the ring round my bathtub, I was aware Jacqui employed a cleaner to perform exactly the same boring chore. We both owned the same model BMW, but hers, naturally, was a convertible. And she never, but never failed to inform me of the size of her latest pay rise or performance-related bonus. So when I started dating Ray, who was not only a recently retired professional footballer with the physique and sexual stamina to prove it but also owned a beautiful holiday cottage on an isolated stretch of the Brittany coast, I knew Jacqui couldn’t possibly top that.

  I was wrong.

  ‘Of course,’ she told me, as we relaxed in the chill-out area of our favourite day spa, after an extensive top-to-toe pampering session, ‘the best thing about Gareth isn’t that he has a half-share in the most exclusive restaurant in Newquay.’

  ‘Really?’ I said, my heart sinking as I wondered how she was going to better my achievements again.

  ‘No, darling, though trust me when I tell you that not only is the seafood out of this world, but you and I have a standing invitation to dine at the chef’s table.’ Jacqui smiled as she sipped her fresh melon and kiwi juice. ‘No, the best thing about Gareth is that he owns a boat.’

  ‘A boat?’ I raised a freshly threaded eyebrow. ‘What, like a model yacht? A rowing boat?’

  ‘Don’t be silly, darling. A boat boat. He’s always sailing to France or the Channel Islands for the weekend. In fact, he’s taking me away this weekend. Well, actually, he’s taking us away.’

  ‘Us?’

  ‘Me, you – Ray, too, if you want to bring him. Oh, do say yes, Mia, it’ll be such fun.’

  And that’s how I found myself in the back of a taxi with Ray, heading through the busy streets of Newquay on a warm Friday evening, about to spend a weekend on a boat with my oldest friend and a man I’d never met before. We’d already had plans of our own, which I’d been reluctant to cancel. Since I’d been with Ray, I’d discovered a taste for role playing games I’d never known I possessed. We mostly enjoyed scenarios where he was in charge. He’d been the stern headmaster to my naughty schoolgirl, forced to spank me for not getting my homework in on time. On another occasion, he’d improvised a toga from my best tablecloth, and we’d played Caesar and the wilful slave girl. Tonight, we’d intended to check into a hotel in Brighton under false names, and give everyone the impression he was my boss and he’d taken me away behind his wife’s back. It would have been such fun, but I knew from past experience that what Jacqui wanted, Jacqui usually got. And what she wanted more than anything was to show off her brand-new boyfriend and his big, shiny boat.

  The taxi pulled to a halt on the quayside. ‘Here you go,’ the driver announced.

  ‘So which boat are we looking for, exactly?’ Ray asked, as our bags were retrieved from the boot.

  Glancing round, I spotted it immediately. ‘There.’ The Lusty Lady, sleek and silver-grey and moored just to our left, with Jacqui waving from its deck, wearing a little black dress that showed off a goodly expanse of her long, tanned legs.

  ‘She’s pretty impressive.’ Ray’s tone of voice left me wondering whether he was referring to the boat or my friend.

  ‘Hey, come on board and we can get this party started!’ Jacqui called down to us.

  Exchanging “what the hell have we let ourselves in for?” glances, Ray and I climbed the narrow wooden gangplank. Barely were we over the boat’s threshold – if boats had thresholds, my lack of nautical terminology suddenly becoming glaringly apparent – when Jacqui descended from the deck to enfold us both in hugs.

  ‘Mia, darling. So lovely to see you. And you must be Ray ...’

  She held on to him for rather longer than is usually acceptable in these circumstances, pressing her long, lean body against his. I’d have been struck with an unwanted pang of jealousy if I hadn’t caught sight of the man standing in the far doorway, watching.

  The only area where I’d truly believed Jacqui had never managed to top me was with her choice of men, but her latest boyfriend came as close as she ever would. Dark and lithe where Ray was blond and broadly muscular, Gareth had the self-assured stance of a man who’d worked hard for the good things in life and knew he deserved them. His gaze met mine, and in that moment I knew something was destined to happen between us.

  When Jacqui at last entangled herself from Ray – and was it purely my imagination that placed a visible bulge in the crotch of his faded denims as they broke apart? – Gareth came over to be formally introduced.

  ‘So you’re Mia?’ His voice was deep and lilting, forged in the Welsh Valleys. Very sexy. Jacqui really had done well for herself. ‘Lovely to meet you. And Ray, mate …’ He clapped Ray on the shoulder. I could swear the level of testosterone rose as the two men sized each other up, like two stud bulls vying for dominance.

  ‘This is such a beautiful boat,’ I said, accepting a glass of champagne from Jacqui. ‘So where are we going to be sailing to, Gareth?’

  ‘Tonight, nowhere,’ he replied. ‘Jacqui’s cooking dinner, and there’s more champagne on ice, so I thought we could all take it easy, get to know each other better. But tomorrow, if the wind’s set fair, I thought we could take a little trip to Jersey. Either of you ever been there?’

  We shook our heads. It sounded like a good plan. Party tonight, sleep it off in the sunshine tomorrow. Ray seemed to approve, too, making himself comfortable on a leather banquette running the length of the cabin and pulling me on to his lap. Sitting chatting to Gareth while Jacqui bustled round in the small galley, taking something from the stove that smelled rich and savoury, I felt Ray’s fingers burrow under the hem of my vest top to trace seductive, spidery patterns on the flesh of my back. My disappointment about being deprived of our planned dirty weekend in Brighton melted away under Ray’s subtle caresses. I was sure tonight would end with us having sex in our cabin. We’d have to be quiet, so as not to alert Jacqui and Gareth to our behaviour, something I always found difficult, my natural urges being to scream and sob when I came. Maybe Ray would have to silence me by gagging me with a pair of my own panties …

  Lost in increasingly rude fantasies about what I’d let Ray do to me when he got me alone, I was dragged back to the present by Jacqui announcing that dinner was ready.

  ‘It’s funny, Gareth, but I somehow expected you’d be doing the cooking,’ I said as I took my place at table. ‘Seeing as how you’re involved with a restaurant and all.’

  ‘Well, I’m only the financial backer,’
he replied, pouring me a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. ‘I leave the actual food preparation to people with real skill, like my lovely Jacqui.’

  ‘Oh, you ...’ Jacqui dropped a kiss on his lips, a kiss that grew increasingly intimate, as though they’d both forgotten they had company. Maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing them later; they looked like they’d be cooking up a storm of their own before too much longer.

  At last, Jacqui recovered herself enough to dish up the meal. Ray wasn’t joking about her culinary abilities; her insatiable desire to be the best at everything had led her to spend a week on holiday in Ireland, studying at one of the country’s top cookery schools. The results were evident in the delicious coq au vin she served up, accompanied by creamy mashed potatoes and green beans with slivered almonds

  As we ate, we discussed everything from the highs and lows of Ray’s football career to Jacqui’s forthcoming business trip to Madrid to the famous faces who’d eaten at Gareth’s restaurant. For four people who’d never spent an evening together before, we were getting on incredibly well. Though no one said anything, I was certain we were all aware of a discernible sexual vibe around the table. Jacqui and Gareth appeared to be completely into each other, but from time to time I would look up from my plate and see Gareth watching me, the expression on his face one of undisguised desire. His obvious interest sent a pleasurable shiver through me, but he was my best friend’s man, and completely off-limits, in the same way I’d expect Jacqui to restrain herself if Ray appeared to be coming on to her.

  ‘That was fantastic,’ Ray said at length, setting his knife and fork down on his empty plate. ‘What’s for dessert?’

  ‘Oh, nothing fancy. I thought we’d have cheese and grapes,’ Jacqui replied. ‘I went to the nice little deli in town earlier and got some of the fabulous local blue cheese they sell. Tell me, Ray, have you ever had Cornish Yarg?’

  ‘Is that a cheese, or some kind of infection?’ he quipped, blue eyes twinkling. At that moment, I thought I could quite easily forget about food altogether, and just let Ray take me down to our cabin so he could fuck my brains out. Gareth, however, had other ideas.

  ‘Jacqui darling, you’ve worked so hard already tonight.’ He patted her on the back of the hand, encouraging her to stay in her seat. ‘I’ll fetch the cheese, and make some coffee. Mia, would you mind coming and giving me a hand?’

  ‘Sure.’ I rose to my feet, helping Gareth collect the dinner plates and take them through to the galley. While I stacked them in the sink, intending to leave them to soak in hot, soapy water, Gareth was busy arranging the cheese and fruit on a wooden platter – or so I thought. Engrossed in what I was doing, I didn’t hear him come up behind me at first. When his big, warm hands closed round my breasts through my top, I tried to pull away, hissing, ‘Gareth, what do you think you’re doing?’

  ‘Shhh,’ he murmured, thumbs skimming my nipples. I hadn’t worn a bra beneath the skimpy top, and the taut buds sprung to life under his caress. ‘I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.’

  ‘What if Ray or Jacqui see us?’

  ‘They won’t. I made sure the door was shut.’

  That wasn’t the answer I’d been looking for. Gareth had contrived a ruse to get me alone with him, and now he was intent on seducing me, kissing softly along the length of my neck while his hands continued to tease my nipples. His body pressed closer to mine, and I felt the solid length of his cock, nudging against my bum cheek. Already turned on by my fantasies of wild sex with Ray once we’d all retired for the night, having Gareth’s big hard-on poking so insistently at me was only causing the heat to rise further.

  ‘You are gorgeous, you know that …’ As Gareth spoke, he pushed the hem of my top up towards my neck, so his fingers could clamp around my bare tits.

  Almost without thinking, I reached behind me to stroke his dick through his chinos with my soapy hands.

  ‘Hey, you’re getting me wet!’ he exclaimed.

  ‘You’re having the same effect on me,’ I responded. The come-on was way too blatant, given I was supposed to be indignant about the fact Gareth was intent on stripping and playing with me, while our respective partners sat on the other side of the galley door, oblivious to events. But it was true; my panties were soaked, clinging to my pussy lips in an annoying fashion. I’d be so much more comfortable if I stepped out of them. So I did.

  If Gareth was surprised how quickly I’d dropped any objections to his unexpected seduction, he didn’t say a word. He watched with amusement as I kicked my wet underwear under the galley counter, out of the way, turned round and put my lips to his. We kissed as though it was going out of fashion, lost in frantic exploration of the other’s mouth with our tongues, tasting red wine and garlic and not caring. This was wrong, we both knew it, but that didn’t stop it feeling right.

  Part of me almost wished Ray would come to see what was taking us so long, bursting through the door to discover me in Gareth’s arms, half-naked and wanton. The way the scene played out in my mind, he wouldn’t be jealous, wouldn’t fire angry accusations at me and storm off the boat. Instead, he’d join in, peeling down my skirt so I was completely bare, before unleashing his hard cock and slipping it into the cleft between my legs, while Gareth’s mouth moved lower, to take one nipple between his soft, sucking lips …

  With hasty fingers, I unfastened Gareth’s chinos. When he stepped out of them, I saw he hadn’t bothered with underpants. His thick, slightly curved cock rose up unimpeded, inviting me to touch. I did, hearing the breath catch in his throat.

  I might have come in here to help organise dessert, but now there was only one thing I wanted in my mouth. Crouching down, feeling my knees make contact with the cool, tiled galley floor, I fed the tip of Gareth’s cock between my lips. He tasted of earth and ocean both, the rich salt tang of his crotch encouraging me to snuffle deep. His fingers grasped the ponytail I’d fashioned my hair into, so it wouldn’t get blown on deck. It seemed only Gareth was getting blown tonight, and he was loving it, subtly controlling the bobbing movements of my head as he gripped my hair tighter.

  Mouth stretched widely around the thickness of him, I responded by sucking strongly, using every trick I knew to coax the spunk from his balls. He didn’t want to come in my mouth, though. With a little reluctance, he freed himself from the clutch of my throat, smiling down at me as he took a pace back. I knew the make-up I’d applied so carefully would be smeared all over my face, but it didn’t matter. The lust etched across Gareth’s face told me just how beautiful he found me at that moment.

  He picked up his discarded chinos, hunting his wallet out of his back pocket. I could have predicted that was where he kept his condoms; Ray stashed them in exactly the same place. Rolling one into place, he returned to me, slipping a couple of fingers between my legs as he kissed me to check I was ready for him.

  ‘Before I fuck you,’ he told me, ‘there’s something I have to do.’ As he spoke, he reached for the door handle. I rushed to stop him. The galley door was the only thing preventing Ray and Jacqui from finding out what we were doing. But as Gareth let it swing open, I saw why no one had come to find out why we were taking so long to make a simple pot of coffee.

  Jacqui lay on the leather banquette, her dress hiked up almost to her waist. Kneeling on the floor beside her, wearing only his tight-fitting black briefs, was Ray, his head bent into the fork of her crotch. I couldn’t see quite what my boyfriend was doing, but from his position, and Jacqui’s little squeaks and murmurs of pleasure, I reckoned he must be using his tongue and at least one finger to stimulate her pussy.

  Gareth grinned. I must have looked as shocked as I felt. Had this all been some kind of set-up? Had he and Jacqui deliberately set out to lure us into a game of swapping when they’d issued the invitation to spend the weekend with them, or had events simply followed a course impossible to ignore once the sexual chemistry between the four of us became so evident? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Watching Ray
lap at my best friend’s cunt, I was hornier than I’d been all evening, and nothing was going to stop me being fucked.

  Bending over the table, sticking out my rump in invitation, I felt Gareth come up close behind me. In that position, he’d be able to thrust into me while still having a good view of proceedings in the main cabin. As his big, condom-clad cock slid up my channel, I couldn’t help letting out a groan. Alerted by the sound, Ray broke off in mid-lick. Our eyes met. I saw no guilt there, only enjoyment. He must have seen the same in mine, because neither of us made any move to stop what we were doing. With a wink that told me to have just as good a time as he clearly was, Ray resumed his oral exploration of Jacqui’s sex.

  That was all the encouragement I needed to tell Gareth, ‘Fuck me.’ He didn’t need to be asked twice. Long, hard thrusts of his cock had me whimpering in pleasure. He pulled out almost all the way, my pussy lips clinging tight as though they couldn’t bear to lose contact with his wonderful tool, before plunging back in to the root. I clung on to the table, buffeted against it with every stroke like a boat on a stormy sea, the friction as my pelvis rubbed on the smooth wood stimulating me in all the nicest places. Gareth’s expert fucking was taking me very rapidly to a place where the waves of orgasm would engulf me.

  Somewhere in the distance, Jacqui called out, repeating the word, “Yes,” over and over, followed by a long-drawn-out cry that could only mean Ray’s tricky tongue-work had brought her to her peak. The last thing I saw, before my cunt convulsed around Gareth’s cock and he responded with a body-shaking orgasm of his own, was Ray stripping out of his underwear, cock rearing up proud, ready to give Jacqui the same thorough fucking Gareth had just given me.

  The Lusty Lady never made it out of port that weekend. When the four of us finally woke the following morning, having pleasured each other almost until the sun came up, we decided sailing all the way to Jersey – indeed, sailing anywhere at all – was a waste of our valuable fucking time. We might have explored most of the combinations we could think of the night before, but there were still a few more to try before we were satisfied.