Swinging Saved Our Marriage

by McCurran, Kirsten

  Ethan looked up from his magazine when he heard the bathroom door creak open. He had almost given up waiting. It seemed that Kyra planned to spend the rest of her life in the bathroom. But she was worth the wait. She wore the little peach sundress and sandals with a five-inch wedge heel. Her silky hair was pulled back and up. Kyra looked sweet and sexy at the same time, like the girl he fell in love with. While she did a quick spin, he took the digital camera from the nightstand.

  "I should have known," Kyra said, posing in the doorway with a bright smile.

  "Why wouldn't I want some mementos when you look so hot, honey? Remember the first time you posed for me?"

  "How could I forget? I loved being your model."

  "It showed, trust me. Keep moving, so I can snap some more pictures."

  "I need music or something. I can't just move around."

  Ethan fumbled on the bed for the remote and tuned the television to one of those music channels the cable company provides. He found something with a good beat, but made sure to keep the volume low so the kids wouldn't awaken. Kyra started moving to the music and he got up on his knees on the bed, snapping away. He knew he would find some great snaps when he went through them later. He wasn't too worried about posing her right now. Kyra turned and bent over, just exposing her skimpy red panties. She was going to have to be very careful if she wore this little dress to the party, he thought. It was a great look at her ass and he snapped away with the camera. His cock throbbed and she was only just approaching the bed.

  Kyra leaned forward with her hands on the foot of the bed and wondered if Ethan could see the red bra beneath her dress. She could see it clearly through the pattern of eyelets when she looked in the mirror and hoped the camera would pick it up. He brought the camera up her body and when he lingered on her face, she blew him a kiss. "Should I try on the other dress?" she asked.

  "Let's stick with this one for now," he answered, moving backward and gesturing her onto the bed.

  "You're the boss."

  Kyra smiled wickedly and crawled onto the bed, stretching her body out. Ethan hopped to the floor and kept snapping away as he moved behind her. Although the dress had ridden up far already, she tugged it higher so her entire butt as exposed. She would never have a tiny, hard butt like Ami, but she was proud of her heart-shaped ass and all the work that went into it. Ethan nudged her legs further apart and she arched her back, with her face in the mattress, really presenting her ass for him. He caressed the backs of her thighs and she shivered. Posing for sexy pictures had her turned on already and she craved her husband's touch. She moaned when he brushed his fingers over her panty-covered sex, and she heard the camera clicking away.

  "Okay, time to lose the dress," Ethan announced, camera at the ready.

  "My, you are bossy tonight."

  Ethan snapped away as she slowly pulled the dress up over her head, exposing more and more alabaster skin. When she tossed the dress aside, she shook her hair out and posed on her knees, with her hands on her hips. She looked just as sexy as any girl he'd seen in a magazine. He got low when she crawled across the bed on all fours, and then circled around when she flipped over and leaned back on her elbows in a sexy pose. The red lingerie really stood out against her skin. He liked the contrast. He also liked the way the lace-trimmed bra pushed up her breasts. Ethan was excited, not jealous that another man was going to see her like this and lust for her just as much as he did at that very moment. He was achingly hard and reached into his loose, plaid boxers to adjust himself. Kyra smiled when she saw him reach into his boxers and she crawled to the side of the bed.

  "Let me help you with that," she purred.

  A quick yank, and the boxers were at his feet. Kyra smiled sweetly, like she had nothing but pure thoughts, even as she grasped his shaft and started licking his crown. Ethan swayed on his feet, suddenly drunk on a flood of pleasure. She took long, broad licks at the underside of his shaft and then sucked him into her mouth. The fog cleared and he slowly raised the camera. He was afraid she'd stop right away, but she shifted her eyes from his to the lens and took him deeper. Kyra had definitely changed. It was just a few short months ago, but now it seemed forever since when he had to coax her to pose for pictures in just her bra and panties for their profile. She'd been adamant then that he kept her face out of the nude pictures. Now Kyra was sucking his cock and putting on a show for the camera. Amazing!

  Kyra went back to licking his shaft up and down, eyes smoldering into the camera. While his cock laid along her cheek, she sucked both his trimmed balls, something she did not do so often. He knew she was performing for the camera. Watching her completely let go was so sexy and he thought he might blow his load right there. Ethan never thought about doing something so crass as cumming on his wife’s face before, but would she want it for the picture? He didn’t have to worry about it, because she sucked him back into her mouth and bobbed up and down. Kyra brought him right to the breaking point, and stopped.

  “Sorry, lover, but I can’t waste you like that. I need you,” she cooed.

  Ethan stilled his trembling hands so he could keep taking picture as Kyra shed her bra and held her tits out in both hands for the camera. She teased her nipples to thick hardness, and he zoomed in close. He was more than ready to toss the camera aside and take her, but Kyra was not done. She turned back on her hands and knees and pushed her panties down over her ass, spreading her legs to exposed her puffy lips between her thighs. Ethan took the explicit shots, leaning in close. The edge of her panties stayed in the frame, set off against her pale skin and the pink of her pussy. Kyra looked back over her shoulder and he snapped pictures of her face while he touched her pussy. She gasped and pushed back at his fingers. Ethan returned the lens to her pussy as he first rubbed her lips, and then pushed his fingers inside her.

  “Ohhh…honey…fuck me…” she begged.

  That was enough for Ethan. He would loved to have gotten a few more pictures, but his need to fuck his wife overrode any other priorities. He dropped the camera on the bed, grabbed her panties and nearly tore them off. Kyra moaned as he crawled up behind her and thrust hard. She felt insanely good. Ethan held those wonderfully flared hips and rammed into her. They could make love later. Kyra was acting like a dirty whore and he wanted to fuck her like one. He loved that she could be so many things, and still be the woman he loved.

  “Ohhhh God! Ohhhh God! Ethan!” Kyra cried.

  Kyra suddenly remembered the kids down the hall and buried her face in the bed to muffle her cries. Ethan was fucking her like he was possessed. She felt him pouring his lust and aggression inside her. The look in his eyes while she posed was her drug and she’d needed this fix. It wasn’t quite the same as when he watched her fucking someone else, but the way he stared at her when she sucked his cock for the camera was close. It was a spur of the moment decision, something she never would have done had she thought about it, but it fit her new, sexy persona. She thought about Leanne’s easy sexuality. This was the woman she wanted to be when she slipped into a sexy dress and they went out to play.

  “Kyra…” Ethan wailed.

  Just hold out a little longer, she thought. She was so close.

  Kyra yelped when he yanked back on her hair. He’d never been so rough. It was so exciting. She looked back over her shoulder and saw a man who’d surrendered all control. It was even a little scary to see that look on her husband’s face. He did not seem to be seeing his wife there, but just a sex object. It was as hot as it was scary, and Kyra climaxed instantly.

  “Oh My God!” she howled.

  Ethan surged when Kyra’s pussy tightened around him and as he came he released her. she fell to the bed and the last spurts of his cum sprayed across her ass. He fell forward onto his hands, gasping, and prayed she hadn’t awakened the kids. it would be hard to slip into the easygoing dad persona just then. He rubbed her sweat-slick back and she leaned over for a long, deep kiss.

  “God, that was good. I love you, honey,” she breath
ed.

  “I love you, too,” he said. “You’re the sexiest, babe. You never cease to amaze me.”

  Kyra rolled onto her back, a broad smile on her lips. She caressed her own tingling skin, jumping as her fingertips grazed her nipples. Her pussy still buzzed, and she could hardly stand to touch it. “And I hope I never do.”

  Ethan rolled off the bed and pulled on his boxers.

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “I thought Rob might like a preview of what to expect this weekend.”

  “Oh really?” Was it a good thing that he didn’t even think to ask before sharing their intimate pictures? How much things had changed!

  “Do you have a problem with that? Anything I should hold back?”

  Kyra didn’t even miss a beat, grinning wickedly. “No, go ahead. I can’t wait to hear what he thinks.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Kyra was jealous of Ethan’s ease with the other couples. He was standing with Ami, Sarah and Kevin, who was Jeannie’s husband. They were laughing and obviously flirting. Kyra was too far away to hear what they were saying, but Sarah kept touching Ethan’s arm and playing with her hair. Ethan wasn’t as funny as Sarah made him look. He was usually the apprehensive one before they partied but now Ethan was in his element. Kyra, on the other hand, stood on the other side of the large patio with the rest of the group, clutching her margarita silently, while the others relived their past exploits.

  Kyra listened while Rob and Jeannie laughed about the time they all decided to go out for a fancy dinner, retreated to the three adjoining hotel rooms they’d rented. Jeannie said she was so drunk that night she couldn’t keep track of which room she was in. Sarah’s husband, Neil, said, “I don’t think you even knew you were in bed with me until I took your dress off.”

  “I didn’t even then!” Jeannie laughed. “It wasn’t until Rob started kissing me while you were going down that I realized it wasn’t Rob between my legs.”

  “Thanks! I’d like to think I’m more memorable than that,” Rob said.

  “It’s not that, hon.” Jeannie patted Rob’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “A stranger probably could have walked in at that point and I wouldn’t have known the difference. Trust me, I knew it was you when you had me on my hands and knees.”

  “That makes me feel a little better,” he said.

  “It sounds like you guys had a crazy night,” Kyra interjected, hoping to become part of the conversation.

  “Please don’t think we’re out of control hedonists,” Jeannie said, placing her hand on Kyra’s shoulder. The tall redhead had a surprisingly firm grasp. Kyra actually wasn’t sure how tall Jeannie was. The heels on Jeannie’s knee-high boots had to be at least five inches. And Kyra thought her own three-inch heels were tall!

  “I didn’t think so. It actually sounds exciting,” Kyra replied.

  “Then you’re at the right place tonight,” Neil said, a twinkle in his eye.

  “I certainly hope so.”

  “Just don’t expect a Roman orgy. It’s not quite like that,” Rob said.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I thought the big orgy scenes in Caligula looked like a lot of fun,” Jeannie said.

  “Except for the body hair,” Kyra laughed.

  Kyra began to relax, now that she’d inserted herself into the conversation. Up to that point, it seemed like Jeannie was holding court, or that Sarah had at least a couple guys chasing after her the entire time. Jeannie just exuded confidence and sensuality, but not in the same way as Leanne. Jeannie lacked that hard edge. She just seemed like a fun party girl, one who’d have no trouble keeping up with the guys. Her burnt sienna hair fell past her shoulders and she had curves that would make any other woman jealous. Her deep tan was certainly a contrast to Kyra’s milky complexion. Her deep, sultry laugh hinted just how she might sound in bed. And Kyra knew that if she was thinking that, surely the guys must be too.

  “Yeah, there’s something about the ‘70s I hope never comes back,” Rob said.

  “You prefer a smooth woman?” Kyra asked. She about her own shaved pussy. She knew her husband and Rob liked it.

  “I like all kinds of women, but I think shaved, or better yet, waxed, is best,” Rob said.

  “I think I should be offended,” Jeannie said.

  “You’re not shaved?” Kyra asked. This isn’t a typical backyard barbeque conversation, she thought.

  Jeannie smiled slyly and said, “Feel for yourself.” She took Kyra’s free hand and put it up her dress, which wasn’t a long trip. Jeannie wore a short, cream-colored sleeveless linen shift, almost like a toga, with a wide leather belt at the waist. It looked like it would come off very easily, which was probably the point. Between Jeannie’s smooth thighs, Kyra felt a narrow landing strip above smooth, humid lips. Kyra instinctively pressed her fingers into swell of Jeannie’s mound and the redhead moaned and shifted to part her thighs, ever so slightly. But she only wanted to tease. She smiled for the guys, who both looked ready to pounce, and then took her hand back.

  “I like it,” Kyra said.

  “Hopefully you’ll show me just how much,” Jeannie said.

  “Maybe later.” Kyra shivered at the thought of Rob and Neil watching her go down on Jeannie, their hard dicks in their hands.

  “Looks like I’m dry,” Neil said, snapping Kyra away from her fantasy, he shook his empty beer bottle. “Anyone else need anything?”

  Kyra made a decision and drained her wineglass. “I could use another. I’ll come with you.” Neil took her arm and led her into the house.

  Ethan watched his wife disappear into the house with Neil and knew she was up to no good. That was the whole point of the party, though, wasn’t it? He enjoyed getting to know their new friends, and so far the evening hadn’t been what he’d expected at all. Despite Rob and Ami’s assurances, he had pictured everyone leaving their clothes at the door and just picking a partner. He’d imagined Kyra grabbing a guy, or maybe two, and dragging them onto the couch with her. Instead, it felt like any other suburban weekend barbeque, except that perhaps the attendees were dressed nicer, especially the women. Ethan had just worn a pair of good jeans and a chambray shirt, but Neil was in khakis and a sport coat. The women were dressed to show off their best assets, without being too obvious. Kyra had made a final decision on her outfit three times before she decided on the olive shirtdress. She left several buttons open at the top and bottom to reveal alluring cleavage and thigh. Looking at the other women, Ethan decided it was a good choice.

  “We should make it a threesome,” Sarah said, drawing Ethan’s attention back to the conversation.

  “That would be great,” Kevin agreed.

  “I’m sorry,” Ethan asked, nearly choking on his drink.

  “I was saying we should hit the links sometime. I like to think I’m pretty good,” Sarah said.

  “Right. Sure, why not?” Ethan said. He could think of many things he’d love to do with Sara and golf was not on the list, unless she wanted to get frisky on the tenth hole.

  “Be careful,” Ami warned. “She’ll probably try to hustle you.”

  Ethan deliberately tracked his eyes over Sarah’s curves. “That’s okay, depending on the wager.”

  Sarah’s smile was broad and warm. “Now you really have my attention.”

  Ethan’s cock twitched as he thought about what was going on behind Sarah’s pretty brown eyes. He got why Ami said all the guys liked her. She was a tiny sprite of a woman, full of energy, and the only reason he didn’t tower over her was her black, stacked heels, which had to add at least five inches to her height. She was a lot of sex in a tiny package. Sarah was fit, but she was all curves, and her little black dress draped those curves to perfection. She was exotically beautiful, with full sensual lips and a narrow face. Thick, jet hair tumbled in waves down her back. Ethan guessed she must be part Middle Eastern, at least, but she did not speak with an accent. As good as she looked in that dress and those heels, he could onl
y imagine she was light-years hotter without them.

  “Did we lose you again?” Sarah asked, touching his arm.

  Ethan realized he’d been staring and tried to think of a way to hide his obvious interest, until he remembered there was no reason for that here.

  “I think, perhaps, he was drowning in your eyes,” Ami said.

  “Or something else,” Kevin added, staring into Sarah’s cleavage.

  “I was just thinking,” Ethan said. “Sorry if my mind keeps wondering.”

  “No problem. I’d be babbling if I was thrown into a group of new people.” Sarah stretched up and softly kissed his cheek.

  “Why don’t we take a walk? You haven’t seen the garden yet, have you?” Ami suggested.

  “Uh, sure,” Ethan agreed, although he wasn’t sure he was ready to part with Sarah yet. He did not want to miss his chance with her.

  Jeannie and Kevin had a beautiful home on a couple acres of land. The house itself was a converted farmhouse, totally modernized, and the back section of the property had been stylized as an intricate, English-style garden, with high hedges and crushed-stone pathways. Ami took Ethan’s hand and led him through the winding path, toward an open area with lusciously colored flowerbeds and several wrought-iron benches.

  “Was it hard watching Kyra go off? I saw you staring,” Ami asked.

  “No, not really. I mean, I knew it was going to happen at some point tonight, right? There’s just still that initial feeling—that lurch in my stomach when I see her with someone else. But that always gives way.”