Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  I wanted to be a bold tulip, too. I unzipped, fished out my limp noodle. “How’d you like to suck this dick?” I asked.

  “Mmm,” Claire purred, looking down at my naked manhood. “I saw you fucking your girlfriend on the couch. I liked watching your dick. Yeah, I’d like to suck it. Have a seat.”

  Ralph was no longer sitting on the chair as before. Had he passed out and was asleep in one of the bedrooms? Who knows? I didn’t care right then. I sat on the same chair that he had sat on.

  Claire knelt before me and licked my cock. “Mmm. You taste like pussy,” she said. “I like tasting you and your girlfriend.”

  Who said that kind of stuff? She took all of me into her mouth. Oh my God, it was wonderful. I could feel her tongue lapping at my balls. Sumptuously good. I was soft enough for all of my shaft to easily fit inside her mouth. And her tongue could reach pretty far back as it lapped my nuts like a cat lapping at eggnog.

  I began to harden. As I did, I couldn’t stop watching her beautiful face with my cock between her lips. Gradually, my cock grew to its full length and hardness. It would’ve been nice to have Kiefer’s girth, but Claire wasn’t complaining.

  She gave me head like someone who loves their work and is exceedingly good at it. She dazzled me with a few techniques. I particularly loved how her mouth suckled my dickhead while her fingertips stroked and tickled spider-like dances on my shaft and massaged my balls.

  “Very nice,” she said in a short break, “to meet a man who’s well groomed down here. You’re a gentleman to think of your girlfriend’s comfort.” She grinned, then took my dick back inside of her mouth.

  I beamed, thankful that I took the time to shave carefully down there. Tara definitely was a fan of my attention to grooming, and it was amazing to have another woman be grateful for it. This was something I didn’t expect—not with living with a serious girlfriend. But then, I certainly did not expect to be in the middle of an orgy!

  I stared at her, loving the sight and sensation of her. Sitting there and feeling this redheaded hottie suck my cock until I blew my load in her mouth would’ve been immense fun, but I knew it would’ve been selfish. I had other plans for her.

  “Time’s up,” I said. “Your turn.”

  She released my cock and nodded. “You are a generous man. But I want to finish the job.”

  Again, who said this stuff?

  “Another time,” I said. “I’ll give you my number.”

  I stood and helped her stand up. I undressed her. Here was that thrill of exploring someone new. Her deep purple bra seemed exotic somehow. Across her chest was another smattering of cute freckles. Her breasts were about the size of Tara’s, and Claire liked having her nipples sucked just as much as my girlfriend.

  For a moment, I considered checking on my girlfriend on the dining room table. But I didn’t feel like seeing Kiefer pumping her. So, instead, I turned to go to the couch.

  The scene stopped me in my tracks.

  Talk about surreal. I had been so focused on Claire’s glorious blowjob, and then discovering her body, that I didn’t notice the changes around us.

  Some people still stood around talking and holding drinks—same as before. However, more people were engaged in a variety of erotic acts. Couples kissed. Couples stroked each other’s bodies. Two women performed fellatio. A dude performed fellatio, too. Other dudes performed cunnilingus. One couple fucked on the couch like we had before. A man humped a woman doggy-style as she leaned on the other end of the couch. Another man fucked a woman against a wall.

  Surreal? Yeah. Being in an orgy knocks your socks off.

  If you’re wearing any, that is.

  In the center of the living room was the most spectacular sight of them all: Julie riding in cowgirl position on a guy laying on the carpet. Not only that, but she was blowing another dude standing next to her. Two other guys watched the threesome and stroked themselves. Guess they were waiting for their turn with Julie.

  First, I had received the gift of seeing Betty’s bare ass. Now was the gift of seeing Julie’s tits.

  My God. Spectacular felt like a small word. They were eye-popping gorgeous.

  After seeing the taunting possibilities of them covered up by tube tops, spaghetti-strapped tank tops, and snug sweaters, I finally saw those beauties loose. Those plump melons softly bounced as she rode the guy underneath her. The image of those wondrous breasts burned in my mind—a picture I wouldn’t easily forget.

  “She’s beautiful,” Claire said.

  Fuck. I was forgetting my date of the moment. I nodded. Yes, Julie was beautiful.

  “And coordinated,” Claire added. “Handling two cocks like that isn’t easy.”

  Spoken from experience, I took it.

  Then I led Claire to the coffee table, which had a couple glasses of eggnog on it. I moved these to an end table to create more space. Claire didn’t need me to request that she lie down on top of the coffee table. Once she was on it, I slid her until her ass reached the edge of the table.

  I hoisted her hips and buried my face between her legs. Her vagina was drenched. Her arousal had possibly started with blowing Ralph, and she had grown wetter from there. I lunched on the sopping wet folds of her pussy. I slurped at her clitoris, swollen and eager for my attention. Evie Stevie, baby. Claire had blown me, and now it was her turn for oral lovin’.

  She came in no time. And loudly. Thrills raced through me as I heard her cries of ecstasy. Score one for the newbie swinger!

  I rose up, so that I was kneeling on the gray carpet rather than sitting on my butt. My erection slipped easily into her pussy, which was deliriously hot and wet. Sliding in it was utter joy.

  In this position, I could better see what was going on. Claire laid out before me, her stunning face even prettier in her orgasmic afterglow. She looked euphoric with each of my thrusts.

  Around us, couples loved one another in various positions. Cries, moans, and groans filled the air. Flesh shone with perspiration. Julie’s beautiful boobs danced in her cowgirl ride.

  I bent over and devoured Claire’s nipples on her freckle-smattered tits, all the while keeping up my steady rhythm of pumping into her. She cried out in panting bursts. She grabbed my ass, driving me into her harder. After awhile, I had to come up for air.

  “Hey,” Claire called out.

  At first, I thought she was talking to me, but I realized that her line of sight was to the side of us. Several people looked at Claire.

  “You with your dick in your hand,” Claire said.

  A guy waiting to join Julie’s group looked a little embarrassed. “Who? Me?”

  “Yeah you. How about coming over here? Feed me that dick.”

  The guy was as surprised as I was. He practically leapt over to us and crouched to the side of the coffee table, next to Claire’s head. Her face turned toward him, with her cheek resting on the tabletop. He aimed his hard cock to her lips and entered between them. Given the angle, Claire could barely move her head. So the guy did the work. He fucked Claire’s mouth. That lovely mouth that had given me a great deal of pleasure earlier.

  My attention jumped from my cock moving in Claire’s pussy, to her tits swaying, to the new guy’s cock sliding in her mouth. And then my eyes went around the whole circuit again and again.

  Totally exhilarating—and totally fucking insane.

  This insane fun continued for awhile, and I was thankful for my endurance lasting longer than it had with Tara on the sofa. The new guy’s endurance ran out before me—signaled by his loud grunts and that his dick stopped thrusting.

  Before, I had loved to watch Tara and my ex-girlfriends when I came into their mouths. Claire was no different. I didn’t feel jealous of this guy at all. Instead, I was excited to see my new redheaded friend accept spurts of come into her mouth. And she took the come with a steadiness that told you this woman was no amateur.

  I wanted to kick it up a bit, so I gently rubbed her
clitoris with my thumb. Just above my cock gliding in her pussy.

  Claire’s head turned toward me, the cock slumped out of her mouth, and her eyes turned intense. No come spilled from her mouth—she had gulped it all down.

  In tiny circles, my thumb rubbed. Round and round on the hot little button. When she came, Claire cried out—nice and loud again. Her body writhed on the coffee table. It was an amazing sight to behold, and other people even turned to watch her squirm as bliss electrified her. Score another for the newbie!

  Then she sat up. Slid her ass back. My cock squelched out of her vagina. She bent down and ate me. She went from orgasmic earthquake to blowjob bobbing in no time. I stared in disbelief.

  But no. Not this kind of finish. As good as her mouth felt, I wanted her pussy back. I stepped back, out of her oral grip.

  “I want your pussy,” I said.

  Her brilliant blue eyes blazed up at me. “That was so fucking hot. Both orgasms. You better fucking give me your number.” With that said, she returned to laying on the coffee table, her legs spread for me.

  Give her my phone number? What would Tara say? Me bringing this gorgeous redhead home. With her oh-so-fuckable body. Ah, screw it. Trying to predict Tara’s reaction was ludicrous. I’d give this hottie my number and tell Tara about it and see what happened. I could simply say I had been caught up in the craziness of the moment.

  Which was completely true.

  I pushed back into Claire’s pussy. I pulled her legs up, so that her calves rested on my chest, her ankles on either side of my head. And then I pounded her hot, drenched pussy until I pounded it full of my come. Ecstasy burst inside of me as stared down at this woman who was certainly not my girlfriend, and yet I was still coming inside of her. The feeling of it and the sight of her stunned me.

  Finally, my shaft softened until it was completely flaccid. I had stayed inside of Claire until I was entirely spent.

  I let down Claire’s legs, and helped her sit up. She surprised me by placing her hands on my cheeks and kissing me. Hard and passionate, as my kisses with Tara had been. In the back of my mind, a little voice reminded me that another guy’s dick had spurted come in this mouth not so long ago. But Claire’s passion overtook that voice, and I kissed her hard back.

  “That was a great fuck,” she whispered as her lips pulled away.

  Pride burst in me. “It sure was,” I whispered back. “You’re amazing.”

  She smiled, and we went back to the munchies table to find our clothes. Claire put on her purple bra and panties. I put on my red boxers. I decided to leave the clothes at that, let my shirt and trousers take a break. If I got lucky again, I didn’t want lots of bothersome clothes to get in the way. So I left it at just boxers.

  Claire and I exchanged numbers in our cell phones. I felt guilty and exhilarated by doing it. I was living with Tara, and I was crazy about her—but here I was exchanging numbers with another woman. The truth smacked me. I had just royally fucked another woman and gotten her phone number.

  Again, I had to wonder: What would Tara say if I brought this beauty home?

  It was impossible to answer that question, so I decided to wait and see how Tara’s appetite for group sex would be tomorrow—after we woke up from our first orgy.

  Wait. Was this really Tara’s first orgy? Back before she bent over for Kiefer, she had replied, “Me neither” when I had admitted that I had never done this before. I found that I believed her. I didn’t have evidence to show otherwise.

  “I’m going get some fresh air,” Claire said, breaking my thoughts. “I had a wonderful time. And I better see you later, okay?”

  “I’d love that,” I replied.

  We kissed. Not the passionate kiss that we had before. This was more sweet. As I watched Claire walk away, down the hallway that led to the glass-enclosed back porch, I was bummed to see her go. She had gotten her piece of me and was moving on.

  But wasn’t that what you did at an orgy? If you stayed with only one person, what was the point of being there? I told myself that it was perfectly fine for her to move on.

  Now, what about Tara? She wasn’t in the dining room any more. A woman lay on top of the table, with another woman sitting by the table and eating her out. Dining on pussy.

  Did Kiefer blow his load in my girlfriend? That idea and image upset me. But I had just blown my load into Claire. Who was I to be upset? I had watched as Kiefer’s thick cock filled her. Of course, he was going to come at some point. If not in Tara, then in Tiffany—or in some woman here.

  Just as I had done in Claire’s pussy. It was going to work back and forth. To assume I was going to have all the fun would’ve made me a hypocrite.

  I feasted on munchies at the side table. There was less eggnog in the punchbowl. Evidently, Ralph’s cock swirling in there had not kept people away from drinking the ’nog. As I ate, I enjoyed watching the couples—and one threesome—fucking in the living room.

  Tara wasn’t in sight. She had promised to stay in the living room when screwing another guy. I hoped she was keeping that promise, and wasn’t hiding somewhere with cocks filling her ass and pussy and mouth.

  I decided not to search for her. That’s what a boyfriend enraged with jealousy would’ve done: try to hunt her down just to see what she was up to. Yeah, I was jealous—but I was also thrilled about this adventure. I needed to let her be. I trusted her to keep her word. If she wanted to have more fun, she was going to do it in the open.

  Julie was my next thought. Her group of admirers still encircled her. She still rode cowgirl, but on top of a different guy than before. Also different was the dick in her mouth. Guess the admirers played tag team, and the guys who used to be waiting were now getting their turn with Julie.

  Too bad they didn’t widen their horizons to other ladies. There were many lovelies walking around. The two ladies having cunnilingus at the dining room table, for instance.

  And Betty.

  Ah, Betty. Tara would’ve laughed at my simple line of thinking. Julie and Betty. I was as predictable as the day was long. I had been slobbering over Julie and Betty for years. This orgy was the closest I had ever gotten to anything besides admiring them from afar.

  The first opportunity for touching the ladies of my slobbering was Julie. She was right there, riding and sucking in all her naked, busty glory. Alas, that would’ve meant waiting in line to partake of her glory. Even with my long-held lust for her, I didn’t feel like joining her crowd. Besides, with my luck, I would’ve waited and waited—only to have her decide that she’d had enough dick for the night and call it quits.

  That left Betty. Mmm, that ass. It had looked blazing hot when she humped her husband on the couch, back when the orgy was just getting started. One had to wonder: Was she willing to hump men other than her husband in this orgy?

  It was my mission to find out.

  First, I had to partake a little of Julie. When would this chance ever arise again? Maybe never. I couldn’t bank on Kiefer and Tiffany’s parties always turning into orgiastic fevers. Their Fourth of July parties would surely be magnificent orgies, if it were possible to dream.

  I slid behind cowgirl Julie, wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her wondrous mammaries. She had noticed me approach—I saw her eyes register me coming toward her.

  Julie let go of the dick in her mouth and turned her head to the side, saying, “Hi Steve. You having fun?”

  “Tons,” I said. “And I’m having even more fun now. I’ve dreamt about holding these for a long time.”

  I squeezed her ripe beauties. Gently pinched her hard nipples. My hands recorded every detail of this experience. The size of each boob. The weight of them. Their smooth skin.

  “God, I love your tits,” I said.

  “Mmm,” Julie hummed. “Am I going to get to ride you later?”

  “I certainly hope so.” I doubted it, given the amount of men around her waiting for their turn. But a man could still hope.r />
  “Me, too,” Julie said.

  I squeezed her jugs a little more, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks,” I said, and headed on my mission to find Betty’s hot ass.

  It was difficult letting go of Julie’s melons after actually getting my hands on them. Yet, I had thought I’d never have that pleasure, so I decided to count touching them as a blessing and leave it at that.

  Betty wasn’t in the kitchen, dining room, or back porch.

  However, Claire and Tara were both on the back porch. They weren’t together, but they were among the crowd on the porch that was enclosed in nearly floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides. Claire looked ravishing. Tara held a glass of red wine and was talking with a handsome guy who could’ve been South American or Italian.

  When Tara saw me, she winked and smiled. I was about to head over to her, but then I stopped myself. I knew that expression on her face. She looked animated, and I realized she was flirting with the Latin Lover. He was her next mark.

  Did she have other men after Kiefer and before this Latin Lover? Who knows.

  I didn’t go over to them, because I didn’t want to pop their little intimate bubble. Yeah, they were probably going to fuck. That knowledge fanned my jealousy and bolstered my desire to find Betty and nail her perfect ass against the wall.

  Betty wasn’t in the den, hallway, or TV room. Other people were, though, and many of them were going at each other. It was strange to peek into the TV room, see Jim fucking his wife Cindy, and then have Jim wave nonchalantly at me and say, “Hey, Steve.”

  “Hey, Jim.” I waved back. “You seen Betty around?”

  “Nope.” He kept heaving into his wife. “Not lately.” Another thrust. “Hey, do you want in the back door?” He turned to Cindy, not missing a beat in his thrusts. “What do you say, honey? Been awhile since you had double penetration.”

  Dumbfounded, I simply stared at them.

  “Yeah,” Cindy said, her face lighting up. “That’d be fun. What do you say, Steve?”

  I said, “Uh, maybe later? I’m trying to catch up with Betty.”