by Mia Moore
“I think we’re going to like it here. I’m making more money and you’ve had a few job offers. The house is unbelievable and the neighborhood’s great. By the way, the realtor Sylvia and her husband live only a few blocks away.” Josh lay on his side, elbow bent, head propped up in his hand, looking at her.
“Yeah, I think so too. Sylvia was nice, really knowledgeable. If she lives here, it must be a good neighborhood.” She took a sip of wine, savoring the warmth of it running down her throat.
“Yeah. She offered for us to get together for dinner. I mean her and her husband of course.”
“Oh. She’s married? I didn’t notice a ring on her finger. Yes, that’d be nice.” There was an odd look on Josh’s face.
“I think she and her husband are swingers.” His voice was lower.
Her head swiveled to look into his eyes. “What? How do you know? Did she just come out and say, by the way we’re swingers. How does something like that come up in the course of a conversation when she’s showing a house? And why’d she tell you?” Her eyes were tractor beams shining out of a scowling face.
“She kind of came on to me during the final viewing. I didn’t take her up on it, don’t worry. No way. I told her I was a happily married man.” He sat up and moved closer to Carrie.
“What the hell! She CAME ONTO YOU! How dare she. I’m sure there’s some board I could report her to.” Her breathing was rapid and her lips tight.
“Well it wasn’t just me. She said if you had been there, she’d have suggested a threesome.”
“A THREESOME!”
“Yeah, she equated sex to playing a game of tennis, all fun and games. I just mentioned it because I thought you’d find it interesting—knowing a person who actually does threesomes and swinging. And believe me, I didn’t do anything with her, nor would I ever.” He smiled. “Unless you were there.”
She finished the rest of her wine and got up to get another. What the hell. She’d take the bottle to bed and drink half of it. She needed a few more drinks to digest what Josh had just told her.
She believed him when he’d said he was innocent. But the sex last night had been unusual for them. More lust and passion. Maybe Sylvia’s offer had made him horny. But if anyone had anything to feel guilty about, it should be her. She’d been affected with naughty thoughts of the young moving man. Who was she to cast stones?
She poured another glass full of wine into Josh’s glass when she returned to the bedroom and then one for herself before settling in next to him once more. He was silent, his eyes wide and looking apprehensive.
“Look I believe you. Maybe I should be flattered that a woman as attractive as Sylvia—“
“Never noticed.”
She rolled her eyes at him and continued. “As attractive as we both find Sylvia, would proposition US. And it’s a good thing it wasn’t just you or I would…I would. Oh fuck I don’t know what I’d do.” She took a large swallow of wine.
“Well it was both of us and that’s the only way I’d ever approach this. It’d have to be hand in hand or I’m out.” His face was set in a determined expression.
All she could do was look at him, with her mouth open. HE was actually considering this. Was he for real? Swinging? Threesomes? Orgies?
She finished her glass of wine and poured another generous helping. Should she be mad or hurt that he wanted to add this to their sex life? That he wasn’t happy with just her? Was he bored? And if that was the case how much longer till he’d be tempted to have a casual affair—something to spice things up?
And if she was really honest with herself, she’d have to admit that sex had become a little ho hum. Except for last night and this morning. The last thing she’d ever consider doing was having an affair. She loved Josh way too much to even think of that. But if they were together in this, would it be cheating when they both knew what was happening?
“Look. This is all too much for me to take in tonight. I’m exhausted and a little drunk. I’m not saying no to this but I’m not ready to say yes either. We’re a couple and there’s nothing I ever want to do to jeopardize that. Why don’t we do some research and find out more about this.”
“You’d honestly consider this? We don’t have to, you know. If you were the only woman I ever had sex with for the rest of my life I’d die a happy man. You’re all I need. So I am going to leave this totally up to you. You do the research and let me know what you want. I’m good either way.” He had moved close to her holding her cheek in his palm as he looked into her eyes.
God, what a man. He’d said all the right things to reassure her that everything was good between them. The least she could do was be open to this. Hell. Who knows? Maybe she’d like it.
Chapter 5
The next day Josh was up bright and early. There was still so much to do with settling in with the unpacking. He dressed and decided to surprise Carrie with breakfast in bed, even if it was just take out from a fast food joint. It had to be take-out; they hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping yet.
He let himself out the door, taking care not to wake her. His mind was still in a bit of a whirl from the talk the night before. Granted, they’d killed the bottle of wine and had been a little sloshed but she was actually considering this swinging thing. How would he react if she were with another man? It was hard to picture but when he did, he was aroused imagining it, instead of feeling jealous or threatened. Another guy wanting to fuck his wife was a turn on. He and Carrie loved each other and her having sex with a guy while he watched had nothing to do with love. It was just erotic.
He pulled into the drive-thru of the closest fast food place and ordered two breakfasts with coffee. As he waited he thought of Carrie with Sylvia. His brain was going to explode. He had to adjust his cock as it was becoming painful in the constriction of his jeans. Girl on girl was every guy’s fantasy and the thought that one of the girls was Carrie had the tip of his dick oozing.
He took the paper bags and coffee from the clerk and paid. All the way home, pictures of Carrie and him at a swinger party kept flitting through his mind. What actually went on in those places? The possibility of finding out kept him stiff the entire drive. When he arrived back at the house, his wife was still sleeping. He placed the packages on the dresser and peeled off his clothes to slip in beside her warm body.
His hand slipped over her stomach and in between her firm thighs. Her legs stiffened and quivered as she stretched awake like a sleepy cat. His fingers separated her pussy lips and found the spot that would drive her wild. Her body rolled toward him, her hand reaching for his hard cock, but he was already easing himself lower on the bed. With how horny he was thinking of an orgy, there was no way he wanted her hand on his cock. He had to get her up to the same level of arousal that he was feeling because he was sooo ready to fuck her and come right away.
His mouth found her clit and sucked it between his lips, flicking his tongue across it rapidly. She sighed and pushed forward into his face spreading her legs wider. His fingers entered her, fucking her as he licked her clit. He tasted her sweet juice as she became wetter. He could be any man eating his wife’s hot cunt. He could see this in his mind and suddenly licking her clit and finger fucking her was something new. He wanted to devour her until she came.
Her fingers touched the side of his head, pulling him upward. “Fuck me. I need a cock inside me.”
He rose from licking her and guided his cock into her tight hole. The woman he loved and knew as intimately as he knew himself was now new to him. He was at an orgy with her and he was not her husband anymore. He was any man, aroused and wanting to fuck Carrie like she’d never been fucked before.
Her fingers clawed at his back and then snaked between them to rub her clit as he dove deep inside her. She was bucking like a wild horse under him, moaning and urging him on.
“Fuck me harder! Shoot your cum inside me. Oh, yesss.” Her body clung to him holding him deep while her muscles clamped down on his pulsing cock. He clutched
her ass, pulling it tight to him as he exploded inside her.
“Oh my God, that was good.” She sighed and fell back flat, arms spread out, eyes looking at the ceiling. After a few moments, she lifted her head and smiled at him. “NOW, we’ve christened the new house.”
“Agreed. Very hot.” He smiled back at her, his eyes half closed. “I got you breakfast by the way.” He pulled himself off her body and walked on rubbery legs to the dresser to get their breakfasts.
***
They each tackled different rooms that day, unpacking and trying to get the house in order. After the TV and internet service guys finished, Carrie took a break and booted up her laptop. She checked email and then did a search on Swingers. Her eyes opened wide as she read about the number of happily married people who spiced up their love life by swinging. And what was really interesting was that in ‘the lifestyle’, it was the women who set the limits and who were mainly responsible for a couple’s participation. The most important aspect seemed to be the trust and closeness a couple had before dipping their toes into this area of sexuality. Baby steps, rather than jumping in head first were the recommended approach. Judging by the people involved with swinging, it wasn’t such a weird thing at all.
There were many clubs listed for a couple to visit. The most important aspect of behavior there was respect. No one was to touch another unless permission was granted. And there would be no coercion or pressure to participate if you weren’t ready for that. This seemed pretty reasonable. It wouldn’t hurt to visit a club in another city and see how comfortable they were with this. If it was awful, they could leave. That was something to think about while she went for a jog around the neighborhood.
As she was getting dressed in her running clothes she noticed Sylvia’s business card on the dresser. She opened up the laptop and did a search to find her address and map of the subdivision.
She left the bedroom and called out to Josh who was still sorting through files in the office. “I’m going running for an hour to clear my head.”
With that she did some stretches and bounded out the door. The day was beautiful with the sun close to the horizon and past the scorching heat of mid-day. She started off at a fast trot, working her way up to a full run up the street past gorgeous homes set on large acre lots. After about ten minutes she came to the street where Sylvia lived. Her house must be gorgeous with her being in real estate, finding great buys before anyone else. The rambling ranch bungalow was set back from the street with professionally designed landscaping. There was a tall cedar hedge surround the backyard and voices could be heard coming from there. She must be having a BBQ or some sort of party. Would it be the Swinger gang?
Carrie could see that the house backed onto a park or green space. Perhaps if she went around the block she could enter the park and maybe see some of the goings on at the party. She sprinted and rounded the corner in record time, entering the park behind the house. Her face fell when she saw that the hedge also bordered the back of the property. The only way she’d be able to see over it was with a ladder or…. She used to be a tomboy when she was a kid and could climb trees like a monkey.
She stopped and looked at the trees in the park. Most of them were fir but there was one large maple with low branches. Her eyes scoured the area to see if there was anyone in the park or about to enter. Nope.
She ran to the tree and began to climb. The tree had many branches and lots of leaves that would cover her from sight even if someone were standing directly under it. About halfway up, she looked towards Sylvia’s house and could see the heads of about a dozen people, Sylvia’s blond head included. She’d need to go higher if she wanted to see what they were doing or wearing. She climbed as high as she dared on branches that had become narrower.
Her eyes popped open wide now that she had a full view into the backyard. There was a swimming pool with a hot tub off to the side. She couldn’t make out faces but it was clear that everyone was naked. A few were in the pool swimming while there was a man sitting on the side, legs open and dangling in the water. In front of him a woman was bent over, giving him head. There were two guys with a woman on a chaise lounge. One was fucking her while she was sucking the other one’s cock. Oh my. There was a bar off to the side with a few people standing near it having drinks.
She stayed as still as a statue holding the branches of the tree watching the party for a few more minutes. What was surprising was the casualness of it all. They were laughing and chatting and if it weren’t for the couple at the pool and the threesome in the lounger, it could have been just any party. Well, it would if they were wearing clothes. But what had she expected? A mass of bodies in a heap having an orgy?
Her face felt warm as she started to climb down from the tree. What the heck was up with her, so interested in this swinging thing that she was climbing trees and becoming a peeping tom? But she couldn’t wait to get home and tell Josh what she’d seen.
***
In the early evening, they were driving to a grocery store when Carrie decided to tell his about Sylvia’s party.
“What! You climbed a tree to spy on them? Carrie, what if you’d fallen or someone had caught you? Are you crazy?” He stared at her with mouth agape. The silly woman could have been killed and here she was giggling and blushing like a school girl.
“I was perfectly safe. Don’t you want to know what I saw? Okay maybe you’re too shocked for me to say anything more. We’d better pick up some more wine at the grocery store.”
“Tell me.” He shot a scowl at her grinning face.
“They were all naked, in the pool, standing around having drinks and laughing. One guy was getting a blowjob while a woman was getting hers with two guys.” Her words came out in a rush.
“Did you see Sylvia? What was she doing?”
“I think she was at the bar. There was a blonde woman there but I couldn’t make out facial features. I’m pretty sure it was her.” Her eyes were sparkling in her excitement. “Bet you wish it was YOU in that tree checking her out.”
“No. I mean…it would’ve been interesting is all. When he looked at her, he could tell she was teasing, not jealous.
“I did some research online about this. They recommend that you go to a club and just watch before you really do anything. I figure it wouldn’t hurt to visit one, right? If it’s sleazy, we can always leave.”
“Where? Is there a club in this city?” This was unbelievable how interested Carrie was in this to do research. And spy!
“Yes but I think we should go to another city and stay the night. If nothing else, it’ll be a weekend away and a break from all of this moving and unpacking. We could go next weekend.”
Next weekend? Oh man!
Chapter 6
It was a frantic week for both of them between the unpacking, Josh going to work and Carrie going to three job interviews. In addition, they didn’t have a clue what they should wear to a Swinger’s Club. When they read on the websites that sexy clubwear was recommended they knew they’d have to go shopping. They were like two horny teenagers again—having hot sex every night.
Finally Saturday night arrived and they were parked outside the Swinger’s club in a city two hours from their home. Carrie sat immobile in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with a ‘deer in the headlights’ type expression. Josh was also nervous but trying his best to conceal that fact.
“Okay we’re here. We don’t have to do this Carrie. I will leave right now and we can have fun in our hotel room.” He looked at her, grabbed her hand to squeeze it and get her attention.
“No. I’ll be fine. But if I’m uncomfortable with anything, I think we should have a signal between us. If I ask you to get me a Bloody Mary drink, it means I want to go, okay?” Her big blue eyes were staring intently at him.
“Okay. And if I want to leave, I’ll ask you if you’d like a Bloody Mary. Just in case we’re talking to some people and don’t want to be rude or offend them. Ready?”
When she nodded he
opened his door and walked around to her side to get hers. God, she looked hot! The leather skirt just barely covered her ass and her legs were bare above the stiletto heels. When she took his hand to get out, she bent, revealing a generous view of her cleavage in the push-up bra and low cut top. It would be fun to watch the other guys checking her out, wishing they were him.
Chapter 7
An woman with spiked hair in various pastel shades was sitting behind a counter when they entered the club. She looked up and smiled. Her manner was warm and friendly when she asked if they were members. While Josh answered the woman’s questions and filled out some paperwork the woman placed before him, Carrie looked around. The entrance area was softly lit, with a couple of nude Greek sculptures set off in one corner.
At the sound of dance music she took a few steps and peeked into the bar area. There were people standing at the bar laughing and chatting like they knew each other. Perhaps they were regulars. Many of the tables surrounding the dance floor were occupied. The men were mostly in dress casual but the women were in sexy club wear—lycra skintight, short dresses over dark stockings and stilettos. Well, at least she didn’t look out of place in her leather skirt.
She gulped when a young couple sitting at a table nearby caught her attention. They were staring at her, smiling. Should she smile in return? Would that be interpreted as an invitation that she was open to their advances? And would they hit on her and Josh? Did she have to decide right now if she was going to have sex with them? Her face got warm and she started to turn away. Was it rude to not smile back?