Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  Tara hiked up her black dress, wiggled her panties down, and sat on my boner. I was hard as fuck. Tara was also ready, with her pussy wonderfully wet. She sank down to take in my full length.

  I’d never before had sex with a third person in the room—let alone a crowd around me. Part of me felt really nervous, but most of me savored the pleasure of Tara’s pussy. Plus, I had a fantastic view of Betty’s tits jiggling as she rode Reggie. I cupped Tara’s boobs over the cushy velvet of her dress.

  Tara must’ve noticed my attention to Betty’s boobs, because she pulled up her dress and dropped it to the side. Mmm, there was the black bra that I enjoyed. It didn’t stay on for long, with Tara unlatching and tossing it. Now I got to watch my girlfriend’s tits jiggle as well as Betty’s. Tara’s were bigger, and it was great fun to see both pairs. Tara’s naked tits felt much better to squeeze than when they had been covered by bra and dress.

  Loud grunting broke my breast fixation. All four of us on the sofa—and everyone in the room—turned to Ralph. He was the obvious source of the grunts. He still sat on that dining room chair, and Melissa now crouched before him.

  Melissa wasn’t blowing Ralph. Her hand gripped his well-licked cock. Come spurted out of Ralph’s dick and arced toward her face. It happened in slow motion—at least it did for me.

  This was one of those powerful money-shots in porn that I’ve always been jealous of. I’ve never been close to that kind of range, that kind of majestic launching. An arc of come landed on Melissa’s curly blonde hair. Another arc landed on her forehead. Another on her cheek. The dark-haired woman in line behind Melissa even gave a little yelp and leapt out of the way.

  “Wow,” Tara said, her head turning back to me. “Did you see that?”

  I nodded, and my jealousy kicked up a notch because from the sound of her voice, she clearly admired the power of Ralph’s come-shot.

  “I know you liked that,” Tara added.

  Several times in our porn viewings, Tara had wondered aloud to me what was the big deal about come-shots and facials in those movies.

  “It’s about studliness,” I had replied. “Guys feel that the more you come and the further you shoot it, the bigger a stud you are.”

  “Which isn’t true,” Tara had said. “It’s like with dick size. Having a bigger dick doesn’t make you more of a man. Not at all. It can make you more of an asshole, though.”

  I had wondered about her experience with big-dicked men being assholes, but I didn’t pursue it. Instead, I simply replied, “Could be.”

  Tara said, “So I can get the whole virility and stud thing, but why does it have to go on her face?”

  “It doesn’t have to,” I said. “I think it’s really hot when the come-shots are on tits. Or in a handjob, when the come shoots up, then drips down her hands.”

  Tara had let that thought sink in. Then she nodded and said, “Okay, I can see that.”

  Tara had never let me come on her face, and I never requested it. But after that conversation, she did finish me off with her hands a few times, and her eyes lit up when my come spurted. She never admitted being excited about it, but I had my suspicions.

  Her excitement was clear now, though, in the holiday party. Certainly not entirely due to Ralph’s come-shot on Melissa’s face. Hardly. But that image was added together with the blowjob line, Betty and Reggie fucking on the couch, and our fucking in front of all these people.

  I dealt with my jealousy over Ralph’s majestic launching by sucking on Tara’s nipples as she ground her hips on me. She took a break from pumping up and down, and she started grinding forward and backward. She liked to mix up these two tempos when she rode me.

  Someone sat next to us. Right on the sofa cushion between us and the Reggie & Betty coupling. I released Tara’s nipples to see our new companions.

  Turned out that it was Darryl who sat down. The guy was naked below the waist—same as me. His wife, Vicky, held up her black skirt as she impaled herself on Darryl’s dick. Now there were three couples on the couch, women riding the men.

  Vicky unbuttoned her green satin blouse, removed her lacy cream-colored bra. She had the largest breasts of the three women on the couch. It was probably impolite to compare, but at least I didn’t say it out loud.

  I could’ve spent hours watching the three sets of tits jiggle and the three pussies hump the dicks. I couldn’t see Reggie’s dick sink into Betty any more, but I had a clear view of Darryl sinking into Vicky. Being so close to other people having sex was exhilarating. I loved the sights of the action and the sounds of moaning and skin smacking on skin.

  What’s more, I loved seeing the thrill on Tara’s face. Of course, she also took in the two couples next to us, and I’m sure she adored the looks of the men as they appreciated her bouncing boobs.

  And then there were the others around us, the appreciative audience. Tara’s head moved back and forth to also take in the partygoers standing, drinks in their hands, and watching us.

  It was like being in a porn movie. What I imagined it to feel like, at least. All those times Tara and I had viewed dirty movies were thrilling—but this was on a whole other level. This was as if we stepped into the set of a porn being filmed. And we had lost ourselves so entirely into the action that we couldn’t see the cameras or the director or any of the crew standing on the periphery.

  Yeah, it was seriously thrilling. But it was even more so seeing your girlfriend get into it.

  Reggie came first, and I followed soon after. Maybe my ecstasy waited for his cue to begin down that tingling path that inevitably built to climax. When I came into my girlfriend’s pussy, I held onto her hips to pull them as down as they could go, and I stared into her intense eyes.

  Tara leaned down, and we kissed deep and hard. It was amazing to behold: the lessening throbs of climax, the feel of her lips, the sounds of sex next to us, and the sounds of the buzzing crowd. Deep in me was my lust and appreciation for my girlfriend.

  After our kiss, my eyes blinked open to find that Reggie and Betty were gone. Darryl and Vicky were still going at it.

  Tara and I got off the couch and got dressed. One wonders: Should you walk around naked during an orgy? Or should you wear clothes unless you’re doing the deed? Since this was my first time in an orgy, I wasn’t sure about proper etiquette. So we got dressed. But I didn’t tuck in my shirt. That seemed too formal now.

  On the way to the appetizer table, Tara and I got smiles from people, and someone said, “You guys were so hot.”

  I blushed with sudden shyness. These people had just seen my dick—and my girlfriend’s pussy and tits. Not an ordinary day for me.

  At the appetizer table, I gobbled up the fancy morsels as if I hadn’t eaten all night. I was spent and needed nourishment.

  “Honey,” Tara said in an excited whisper and elbowed me. “Look.”

  I followed her gaze. We were in the living room, and next to it was the dining room. Standing in front of the dining table was Kiefer. Buck naked. His ass cheeks clenched each time he pushed into a woman who was folded over the table. I didn’t recognize her. It was pretty how her dark hair was splayed out on the highly polished, glossy dark wood of the dining room table.

  I didn’t know the woman Kiefer was fucking, but I knew she wasn’t his wife. How could I tell? Easy. His wife stood next to him. Yep. Tiffany reached between Kiefer’s legs to stroke his balls. All while he pumped another woman’s pussy.

  Tiffany must’ve felt us staring at her and Kiefer, because she looked over at us. Guilt tinged in me—I was caught watching her in an intimate moment. But she was far from mad. She smiled and came over to Tara and me.

  “I want to thank you two,” she said. “You did a courageous thing on the sofa.”

  “Um, thanks,” I said. How do you reply to a hostess thanking you for fucking on her sofa?

  Tara was better in her reply: “Well, I have to say we got caught up in the moment. Like other people.” S
he nodded to Kiefer drilling the woman on the dining room table. “I … I just can’t believe this. Did you plan this whole thing?”

  “No,” Tiffany answered. “Honest to God, I didn’t. Some of us are, well, swingers. But I didn’t intend this to turn into an orgy.”

  Woah. You really never know somebody. Not fully. They keep surprising you. Here was a perfect example.

  Tiffany wore a mischievous smile as she continued: “Usually, we do our thing with just swingers. But my holiday parties have always been standard fare. I’ve enjoyed celebrating with all my friends—not just the swinging ones. So this”—she waved at her husband still tagging a pussy—“was not planned at all. But I adore spontaneous fun. As do you guys.”

  “I got carried away,” I said.

  Tara giggled. “Both of us did. It was fun.”

  Tiffany said, “Steve, I’m guessing you need a little time to get back up to speed.”

  Nodding, I admitted that I did. Hey, I wasn’t a machine who could get a new erection right after an orgasm.

  Tiffany continued: “And I’m guessing your lovely girlfriend would like to have some more fun.”

  “Oh, I can wait,” Tara said, smiling at me. “I don’t mind.”

  “You don’t have to,” Tiffany replied. “How would you like to have fun with Kiefer? I promise you he will be fulfilling.”

  Holy shit. Wait a minute. Tara with Kiefer? My girlfriend with another man? Right in front of me? Could I take that? Tipsy as I was from the eggnog, I was sober enough to realize this was a big deal.

  A really big fucking deal.

  Tara frowned as she thought that over, too. Then she turned to me and asked, “What do you think, honey?” So she wasn’t saying no right away to having another man inside of her.

  “I, uh, don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

  Tara said, “Me neither. But we’ve talked about threesomes before.”

  “Yeah, and we never agreed to one.”

  “True, but I said I would think about having one with another woman.”

  “But this isn’t with another woman,” I said. “This is with another man and another woman.”

  Her face was caring as she nodded at me. “That’s right. It would be.”

  Funny. Not as in laughing funny, but strange. Funny how you can see people in porn movies casually fucking others—including a few at a time—and you fantasize about doing it. But when you’re actually faced with it in life, the reality stops you in your tracks.

  Sure, I had thought about another man’s dick fucking Tara when we talked about threesomes. After watching pornos, we had discussed threesomes with another guy, as well as with another woman. But we never agreed to give one a shot. Those threesomes were just in our conversations and imaginations. Much different from the reality of seeing it and feeling it happen.

  How would I react to it? I had no way of knowing until it actually happened.

  “You can have fun, too,” Tara said. “Evie Stevie.”

  Evie Stevie was Tara’s way of saying Even Steven. A play off my name and her want of keeping things balanced. She liked being fair. 69 was one of her favorite positions.

  My mind turned from envisioning another man fucking my girlfriend to swimming with possibilities for my own fun. Betty’s ass. Julie’s tits. Any number of the fine ladies in the room.

  The idea was growing merit. When would I ever get this chance again? Was getting other tail worth my girlfriend getting other dick?

  I remember the excitement of seeing the three pairs of tits back on the couch. If I said yes, then I could grab another set of tits. I could suck on them. I could watch them bounce as I heaved into another woman.

  A woman who wasn’t my girlfriend.

  Would I be a shrinking violet or a bold tulip again?

  I decided to jump in. Fuck it. Again, when would I ever get a chance like this? This would allow us to jump into our fantasies and live them for a night.

  What would life be like after that? Well, we’d have to see.

  “Evie Stevie?” I asked.

  “Evie Stevie,” Tara repeated and held out her right hand.

  We shook hands.

  “But please don’t go overboard,” I said.

  In my mind, a picture popped up: her getting nailed by three guys at once. Three cocks stuffed into her orifices. And then three cocks blasting come on her pretty face.

  Tara frowned. “I’d never do that. I don’t want to fuck every man here. I just want to play a little.”

  “That’s good to hear,” I said. Actually, it was spectacularly wonderful to hear.

  “So, why don’t we promise to keep it in this area?” She waved at the space around us. “The living and dining rooms. We should stay out in the open.”

  “Good idea,” I said.

  “No hiding in another room with Julie Baird,” Tara said.

  “Huh? Julie?”

  “You think I’ve never noticed you drool over her boobs? You’re like a baby staring at the window of a milk jug store.”

  I blushed. “Guilty.” So my lust for Julie was transparent. Tara had probably picked up on it a long time ago.

  “I understand, sweetie,” Tara said. “She’s got a great rack.”

  “No hiding,” I agreed.

  “Good. I love you, honey.”

  “I love you, too.”

  We kissed. Another deep, passionate kiss like the one on the sofa.

  Tiffany led Tara by the hand to the dining room table. Tara shed off her dress, bra, and panties. As my girlfriend undressed, Tiffany put her hand on Kiefer’s back and whispered in his ear. Tara glanced back at me. She looked nervous, hesitant. Then she turned back to Kiefer, who pulled his dick out of the woman laying on the table.

  His cock was big. No getting around that fact. It was maybe the same length as mine. But it was a thick motherfucker. No wonder Tiffany had promised it would be fulfilling. That hefty dick would fulfill any hole. When Tara saw it, she lit up. Did her nervousness vanish, replaced by excitement over his girth?

  Kiefer leaned over and kissed Tara on the cheek. She looked over at me again and bit her lip. I knew she was asking for another confirmation. This was it. The last moment before diving into the swingers world for tonight.

  I nodded.

  Tara responded with a weak smile. She was still hesitant.

  But she continued. She bent over the dining table. As if she were about to get spanked. Her ass cheeks and pussy lips were in full view for all to see. She kept eye contact with me—I was at an angle so I could see her face and butt at the same time. Tara kept looking me in the eyes as Kiefer’s dickhead parted her pussy lips. He pushed forward slowly. Her eyes widened as he began to fill her.

  As more of him entered her, Tara closed her eyes. “Oh,” she moaned. “Ohh. Ohhhhh.”

  Anxiety washed down my spine. I burned with jealousy over Kiefer’s bulk. I wanted to grow a thicker cock so I could make my girlfriend moan like that. I was disappointed for not being able to fuck her longer on the couch. I wanted to rush over there and rip Kiefer off her and fuck her myself.

  Emotions are complicated. Especially when another dude fucks your girlfriend. I was anxious, jealous, disappointed, and angry. Yet, at the same time, an erotic thrill tingled through me. I liked seeing Tara get pleasure. Sure, I’d rather have been the giver of that pleasure, but it was intriguing to watch another man give it. With his mighty big dick.

  These were swingers at an orgy, I told myself. This is what they do.

  One had to wonder: Was it difficult for them during their first time? Maybe they had complicated emotions, too. The negative stuff was probably there. But maybe it was also mixed in with the erotic thrill.

  It was an adventure similar to being with a new lover for the first time—the exploration of her body and her new touch on your body. You’ve got to figure that the erotic thrill was felt in their first time. After a
ll, they continued being swingers.

  “You’re generous.”

  The voice broke my attention on Kiefer and my girlfriend, as well as my reactions to her taking another man’s dick inside her.

  A redhead stood next to me. She also watched the action in the dining room. I didn’t know her name, but she seemed familiar.

  “Huh?” I asked.

  “I said that you’re a generous man. Not every husband would let his wife do that.”

  “We’re not married.” I wondered: If we were married, would I have let her do that?

  “Oh?” the redhead asked.

  “She’s my girlfriend. We live together.”

  “You’re still generous.”

  “Thanks. I guess. I don’t believe we’ve met. Name’s Steve.”

  “Claire,” she said. We shook hands. “No guessing about it. That takes kindness and guts.”

  I realized where I had seen her before. She had been behind Julie in the blowjob line for Ralph. She was the first woman I had seen actually suck him. With the women blowing Ralph before her, I had only seen the back of their heads.

  She was prettier up close. Beautiful even. Her deep auburn hair was wrapped up in the back in an elegant hairstyle. She had blue eyes, nicely set off by her earrings, which were bright blue gems that dangled on silver strands. Her face was a creamy soft white, the kind you knew would be easily sunburned in the summer. A small smattering of freckles sprayed across her nose and under her eyes. Her beauty struck me momentarily dumb.

  “Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” Claire asked.

  “No, no,” I said, realizing that I was impolitely staring at her. “I just, um, it’s just that you’re gorgeous.”

  Her smile enhanced her loveliness. “Thank you.”

  “I realized where I’ve seen you before. You were one of the women with Ralph. You were behind Julie.”

  “You got it,” she said. “I’ve heard about Ralph and his hard times. I felt sorry for the guy. Plus”—she hit me smack in the eyes with her bright blue peepers—“I like sucking dick.”

  Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. A gorgeous woman at an orgy tells you that she likes sucking dick? This was no shrinking violet. This was a bold tulip. With two very lovely lips.