Swinging Saved Our Marriage

by McCurran, Kirsten

  A valet attendant took their minivan away and they walked down a long, dimly lit hallway into one of the poshest restaurants they had ever seen. Looking around, Ethan wondered if the limit on their credit card was high enough. A stunning redhead in a clinging black dress greeted them.

  "His honor is expecting you in one of our private dining rooms. Please follow me," the redhead said.

  Ethan and Kyra were led through the restaurant and to a doorway at the back of the room. A narrow flight of steps led upward and the redhead opened a sliding red lacquered door, which opened onto a small, intimate room decorated in a red and black Asian theme. A low, black table under a bright spot light dominated the center of the room and was surrounded by large cushions. To one side, many cushions had been piled to form something of seating area, which was delineated by two folding, paper screens, creating a small alcove to each side, decorated with long panels of Asian art. Alex was reclined on those cushions like a Pashtun prince from days of old, while Leanne stood near him sipping a drink. Alex lightly caressed her calf. Soft music floated from invisible speakers.

  "If there is anything else you need before dinner, please ring," the redhead said, showing Ethan and Kyra into the room and closing the door.

  "Hello. We're so glad you could join us. I hope you like Asian fusion," Leanne said.

  "This is some place. I don't think I've been to a place like this before," Ethan said, looking around the small room.

  "When entertaining we prefer our privacy, and they are used to serving a more discriminating clientele here," Alex said. He rose from the cushions with all dignity intact, a feat Kyra did not think possible. He took a glass of wine from the table and handed it to Kyra, kissing her, and then shook Ethan's hand.

  "I can understand that. I am sure you want to keep some things away from prying eyes," Kyra said.

  "I'm so glad you understand. It's so nice to meet like-minded people," Leanne said, kissing Kyra's cheek before giving Ethan a more intimate kiss.

  Ethan's cock throbbed the second she pressed herself against him and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She unbuttoned his suit jacket and put her arms around him inside of hit. She wore a short, red cheongsam that fell several inches above the knee and still had a high slit on the thigh, which flashed peeks at the top of her black, fishnet stockings. A golden dragon coiled on the impossibly tight red dress, showing off her curves. Red heels again made her taller than Ethan, and it was very different kissing someone taller. His arms went around her, but he purposely avoided resting them on her firm, heart-shaped ass.

  Leanne looked so hot that Kyra wanted to have sex with her. Leanne's chestnut hair was pulled up and held in place by two chop sticks, keeping with the Asian theme. Kyra's confidence plummeted in the presence of the woman, something she hadn't experienced with Ami, who was also a beautiful woman. No wonder Alex liked watching Leanne, she thought, she was like sex personified. Kyra feared neither of the men would be paying attention to her tonight.

  "Please come and join me, Kyra," Alex said, holding out his hand.

  He led her to the cushions and helped her sit as gracefully as possible. She knew she flashed him her panties as she went down. He joined her down there, slipping his around her. Kyra found there was no dignified way to sit on those cushions in a dress, so she did not even try, letting the wrap dress all open to reveal nearly all of her creamy white thighs. Alex's eyes went from there to her cleavage and to her face and some of her confidence was restored. I can do sexy, she thought.

  "You look quite beautiful tonight," Alex said, fingering the edge of her neckline down between her breasts and then up the other side. He touched her so casually, like she belonged to him and it gave her the chills just like their last meeting. He also played with her silky hair.

  "Thank you, Alex. You're quite handsome too. You look good out of your suit."

  He wore an expensive deep blue silk shirt and black trousers, not a casual look for most men.

  "I enjoy the feeling of silk against my skin, among other things."

  Ethan was glad when Leanne finally let him come up for air because he felt like he was going to pass out. As they kissed she'd undulated her body against his, making him painfully hard.

  "You look like you could use a drink," she said, with a sly smile.

  She turned and bent over to fetch a glass from the low table, giving him a perfect view of that sweet ass and his prick lurched in his pants. Past her, he saw his wife firmly in the arms of Alex, the judge's hand resting high on her thigh as they spoke in low, intimate tones. Kyra laughed and pressed her forehead against Alex's cheek and he felt a jealousy he hadn't felt seeing her with Rob.

  "Here you go, darling," Leanne said, pressing the drink into Ethan's hand. "I think you'll enjoy dinner. We will be having nyotaimori. It's as much entertainment as it is a meal."

  A few minutes later there was a light knock at the door and several young Asian men and women all dressed in black filed into the room, accompanied by one more beautiful young Asian woman wearing a long white silk kimono. The servers in black all carried trays, which they placed in the corners of the low table. A black silk pad was rolled out down the middle of the table and the girl shed her robe. Her pale porcelain skin was flawless and she glowed when she stepped into the light filtering down onto the table. Two of the waiters helped her down and she lay flat on the table with her arms down at her sides. She closed her eyes and she was so still, her breathing so shallow, she appeared to be in a trance.

  Kyra watched the nude girl wide-eyed, wondering just what they were in for. She couldn't help thinking about the trip she and Ethan took to the massage parlor, but this girl was so much different from Sunny. She looked so young and innocent and peaceful lying there, like she was just taking a nap. Kyra wildly wondered if the men, maybe even Leanne, would have sex with the girl. She was jealous by the attention everyone paid the naked girl.

  Ethan wondered what they had gotten into as well, but he was more fascinated than his wife. His eyes tracked across the Asian girl's perfect skin, over her small tits with their dark nipples, her flat tummy and her smooth, hairless mound. If Alex expected them to sexually partake of the girl would Kyra let him? He really wanted to fuck Leanne tonight if he was going to fuck anyone beside his wife.

  The waiters uncovered platters of sushi and one of flowers. The female server laid three long, green leaves on the nude girl's body, one down her torso between her breasts, and then one of each of her thighs. The sushi was laid out in lines down those leaves. A beautiful pastel pink flower was laid over each breast and a bunch of similar flowers were laid over her sex. It was a breathtakingly beautiful presentation, Kyra had to admit.

  "Dinner is served," one of the waiters said with a thick accent.

  "Thank you, that will be all," Alex said.

  The wait-staff filed out and closed the door.

  "The Japanese call this nyotaimori, which means 'female body presentation.' Please, help yourselves," Alex said, gesturing toward the table.

  "What does the girl do?” Kyra asked.

  "She lies there. She is there to add beauty to our meal," Leanne said.

  Leanne kissed Ethan and took his hand, pulling him down to sit beside the table, which seemed a nearly impossible task in her tight, short dress. She managed it, but not without showing her thighs above her fishnet stockings. Looking across the table, Ethan saw just how much of Kyra's own thighs were exposed and how high on them Alex's hand rested. There was a flare of jealousy, but then he concentrated on their human platter. Leanne poured four cups of sake and handed them around, followed by small plates. Kyra crawled over to the table, following Alex and joined him on the cushions beside the table, flashing her red panties in the process. Both she and Leanne were nearly naked below the waist and Ethan just did not know where to look.

  Alex toasted everyone with the sake and then used his chopsticks to extract a California roll from the nude girl's thigh and eat it. Leanne also jumped right in, taking su
shi from the torso and slowly sliding it between her lips. Kyra was not good with chopsticks and instead reached out and took a piece from the girl's thigh, brushing her impossibly smooth skin. The sushi was delicious and soon Kyra's senses were overwhelmed by taste and sight and touch. Eating off the girl lying there so impossibly still was erotic and Kyra wondered how she could maintain her pose so perfectly. She envied the girl being the center of attention and thought it would be exciting to be the human platter, but she doubted she could lie so still. She knew she would have to react to being touched. She found more and more excuses to touch the girl while taking her sushi, finding the touch electric. Kyra so wanted to make the girl react, but she stayed perfectly still. Kyra was soaking wet by the end of the meal and only barely resisted the urge to drag Alex's caressing hand from her thigh to her cunt.

  Ethan adeptly handled his chopsticks, but when he saw both Kyra and Leanne touching the girl he cast them aside and ate with his hands as well. They ate mostly in silence, everyone lost in their own thoughts and feelings. Ethan felt odd, like they were taking advantage of the girl, but then no one forced her onto the table. Leanne clearly enjoyed the spectacle, smiling as she trailed her hands over the girl's body. Watching Leanne touch the girl was so hot and he wished Kyra were more forward. When she took the last piece of sushi from the girl's torso, Leanne also removed the flower from over her right tit and trailed her blood red fingernails around her stiffening nipple. Amazingly, the girl just barely trembled.

  "Traditionally, touching is not allowed in nyotaimori, but they cater to their clients' special needs here," Leanne purred as she touched the girl.

  "I am afraid Leanne loves to torture these poor girls. She punishes them if she can make them move," Alex said, plucking another piece of sushi from the girl's thigh.

  "I could never just lie there like that, not if she was doing that to me," Kyra said.

  "That may have to be tested," Leanne slyly said.

  They cleared their platter and Kyra sat back, feeling the effects of the sake. She watched as Leanne continued playing with the girl, trailing a chopstick over her naked flesh, flicking at her little crinkled nipples and down her thighs. The girl bit her lower lip and her breathing was noticeably heavier, but she remained still. It was only when Leanne slipped the chopstick beneath the flowers at the juncture of her thighs that the faintest gasp escaped the girl's lips.

  "These girls are so well trained, but no one can last forever. Still, she has done very well. She deserves a reward, don't you think?” Kyra said.

  "Uh, sure," Ethan replied, mesmerized.

  Somehow, Leanne slipped her fingers beneath the flowers over the girl's pussy. It only took moments before the girl was trembling and moaning softly. She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut and flexed her fingers as she struggled to maintain composure. Her legs shook and finally her eyes flew open as she gasped and came. Kyra sagged against Alex, desperate to be touched, but he still just stroked her sensitive thigh. It was so sexy to watch and she couldn't help but wonder if Leanne could make her climax so easily. Even though she didn't think she was into women, she had cum for Sunny. Oh, how she envied the girl laid out on the table.

  Leanne withdrew two glistening fingers and presented them to a surprised Ethan, who—after a moment’s hesitation—sucked the fingers into mouth and licked them. The girl’s taste was strong and tangy. He watched his wife while he did it, but was unable to read her expression. While he licked those fingers clean, Leanne boldly reached into his lap and rubbed his erection.

  “I bet she tastes wonderful,” Leanne said when she took her fingers back. She pulled Ethan close and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

  Kyra did not know what to think watching the other woman aggressively going after her husband. She wanted to do the same to Alex, but saw that he was watching the other couple intensely.

  “You may leave us,” he said to the girl on the table.

  The nude girl’s eyes fluttered open and she rose on unsteady legs to exit the room. Ethan was disappointed to see her go, but excited by the possibility of what might happen now that they were alone. Leanne still massaged him through his pants and he thought he was going to have an accident if she kept going.

  “We should have plenty of time before they deliver dessert,” Alex said. “Let’s relax.”

  Alex stood and took Kyra’s hand, leading her to one of the corners of the room where three panels of watercolors going down the wall depicted some ancient battle. Leanne crawled across the room to the pile of cushions against the wall and Ethan followed, quite enjoying the view. She pulled Ethan into her arms, on top of her, and they kissed deeply. He could hear Alex explaining the meaning of the painting to Kyra.

  Leanne hooked her leg behind him, pulling him harder against her. She held his head in both hands, roughing his hair with her fingers while undulating against him. He kneaded her muscular ass before sliding his hand up her long body and palming her big tit. She wrapped both legs around him and turned them, so Ethan was on his back and she was straddling him. While they kept kissing, she frantically worked on his shirt buttons and he slid his hands up and down her body, memorizing all those curves.

  Ethan forgot all about Kyra until he heard her loud moan. He hadn't noticed that Alex had stopped talking, or that the other couple was still behind the screen, but now he looked and saw their silhouette through the paper screen that separated them.

  Kyra was standing with her back against the wall and he saw the outline of her breasts as she thrust them forward. It looked like her dress hung open. Alex was clearly on his knees and had one of her legs over his shoulder. Ethan knew the other man was eating his wife's pussy. And he appeared to be doing a very good job. Her hand was on his head and she looked to be shoving her cunt at his face as her cries grew louder. It was hotter for Ethan that he was only seeing a silhouette of the action, but it was also unsettling. He couldn’t be sure of exactly what Alex was doing to her.

  The only thing on Kyra's mind was how amazing Alex's mouth felt on her pussy. She could not see what was going on behind the screen because of the lighting, but she knew the sounds of two people making out when she heard them. Alex had started kissing her neck while showing her the watercolors and he slipped his hand inside her dress, easily bringing her nipple erect through her lacy demi-cup bra. When she leaned her head back onto his chest, he untied the belt holding her dress closed and it fell open as he turned her around. His smile told her he liked the matching red bra and panty set she'd chosen. While he kissed her, he held both her breasts, massaging them while he deliciously pinched and rubbed her nipples. Alex kissed his way down her body and she briefly considered stopping him. Ethan couldn't see what they were doing. Would her husband be angry? It sounded like he was preoccupied and when Alex kissed her through her panties she ceased caring. Alex pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them before lifting her leg over his shoulder. He told her to open herself for him and when she did, he took her to heaven.

  Alex was aggressive with his tongue and fingers, going right for her clit while pushing two fingers into her. She was already so juicy, but his sucking and nibbling on her clit had her drenched in a matter of moments. Slurping from her cunt quickly filled the small alcove they were in and she wondered if Ethan could hear it. She did not know if he and Leanne were still going at it. She threw her head back and cried out as Alex brought her right to the edge of orgasm, but then backed off, preventing her climax. He only started working on her clit again when she'd calmed down. It was so frustrating, but she loved the way he played with her body.

  "Oh God! Alex!” Kyra cried. This time when he brought her to the edge he took her right over and she sagged against the wall as her orgasm rocked her body. He kept slurping away at her pussy until she grew too sensitive and had to push him back.

  "Should I be jealous that I can't keep your full attention?” Leanne pouted, turning Ethan's face back to her.

  "No, it's just, uh, we're new to this, you know."


  "And you get off when your wife is with other men."

  Ethan started to protest, but she cut him off.

  "I'm not judging you. Obviously, I like the same thing, but I do want your attention on me."

  Leanne unsnapped her dress at her right shoulder and at her side and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra beneath the form fitting dress and her breasts spilled into his face. That had his attention. Ethan grabbed her big mounds, mashing them in his hands. They were surprisingly firm for being so big, with large, stubby brown nipples that hardened as he pulled on them. Kyra wasn't small, but her tits didn't hold a candle to Leanne's. Ethan never considered himself a tit-man, really, but he felt like he could get lost in Leanne's chest. She pulled him forward and he licked and kissed like a man possessed, latching onto one of her nipples.

  "Mmm, feels good, baby. Suck it hard for me," she cooed.

  Kyra came around the partition with Alex and saw Ethan's face buried in Leanne's chest. The brunette gyrated on his lap and looked like she might be smothering him. Kyra heard her breathy encouragement and felt a pang of jealousy. There was something about Leanne that was threatening in a way that Ami was not. That woman just oozes sexuality, she thought.

  "Leanne is quite the man eater," Alex whispered to her with a hint of pride. "She is going to blow your husband's mind tonight.” He touched Kyra as he spoke, stroking her swollen mound and kissing her shoulder. "Men just cannot resist my Leanne. She's sexy, isn't she?"

  "Yes," Kyra moaned, eyes glued to the other couple.

  "I don't think she can help slutting around, so I supervise her trysts like this. I know she will never leave me, but her appetite for cock is great. I think yours is too, isn't it? You need cock too, don't you, Kyra?"

  "Yes," she moaned as he slipped his fingers inside her again. Her dress slipped from her shoulders and onto the floor.

  "That's why you're doing this, because you realized that you need much more cock than you were getting."