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Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

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by August MacGregor


  “It feels so fucking good.” No lie there.

  “Good.” She wiggled her ass. I squeezed her boobs in response. “You promised to make me scream again.”

  “That’s right,” I said.

  “So, when’s that gonna happen?” Since she was looking back at me, I could see her smile.

  I loved her directness, just as I had loved Claire’s directness.

  “Soon,” I said. “Soon enough.”

  I released her tits and went back to planting my hands on her ass cheeks. Her asshole had relaxed, so I could move easier inside her. I started pushing. Slowly. Easy does it.

  “Oh God,” Betty sighed again, and her face returned to resting on the table.

  Her expression was fascinating, with her frown and tightly shut eyes and open mouth. I felt far removed from the party and the sounds around me. Betty and I could’ve been alone in a desert, I was so focused on watching her and feeling her. Finally, I had her hot little ass in my hands. Finally, I had my dick inside of her. I had never imagined fucking her in the ass. My fantasies always had her bent in doggy-style, with me slamming into her pussy. Now—reality—was anal. My mind reeled.

  I kept up a steady tempo of fucking. The idea of pounding her ass didn’t hold anything for me. And Betty sounded very pleased, given how much she was moaning and panting.

  “Oh, yeah,” she groaned. “Fuck me, Steve.”

  I kept at it, the bold soldier of The Nutcracker with my hard flesh sword. A steady pace of anal fucking.

  “Fuck me, Steve,” she panted, her voice raising. “Fuck me with that big cock. Your cock feels amazing in my ass.”

  “Are you gonna scream?” I goaded. “You gonna scream for me?”

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me up the ass!”

  Promise number two delivered. I complied to her demands. An obedient soldier marching onward, inward, upward. A steady and beautiful cadence. Marching, marching, deep in this sexy booty.

  “Wow.”

  The voice to my right made my head whip toward it.

  Tara.

  “You really are in her ass,” she said.

  Merely a couple of feet away, my naked girlfriend stared at my sliding dick. She stared just as I had done when Kiefer had entered her at this very dining room table—and when I stared as she rode on Paolo’s lap.

  I wasn’t caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I was caught with my dick in another woman’s asshole. What was I to say? My cheeks flushed. Probably beyond pink into crimson. Embarrassed as I was, I still kept on fucking.

  “How does it feel?” Tara asked.

  “Uh, tight. Tighter than a pussy.” My voice sounded low.

  “Should we try that?”

  “Huh? Anal? Yeah, sure, sure. If you’re up to it.”

  “Not now,” Tara said. “But I will be. I want to try that.”

  As with many things sexual, Tara and I had already discussed anal. It wasn’t inspired by one of our porn viewings, but it had come up a couple of times. She had said she was interested in trying anal sex sometime, but she had to be in the mood.

  She sounded more confident now, from seeing my dick deep in the butt of another woman.

  “Oh God,” Betty moaned. “Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me!” Her eyes were open now.

  “You heard her,” Tara said. “Fuck her.” Her hand cupped my ass and nudged me as I pumped forward.

  My mind was blown yet again. How many times was my mind blown that night? Too many to count. My girlfriend pushed on my butt, helping me fuck another woman. And not just fuck her, but fuck her in the ass.

  “How’s that feel, Betty?” Tara asked. “How does my boyfriend’s cock feel?”

  Panting, Betty replied, “Oh God, it’s hot. Fills me up. Fills me all the way up. Fuck, honey, he’s way up my ass. Oh God, it’s good. It feels so good.”

  “I want that,” Tara said, her breath on my cheek. “I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to fill me up like that.”

  I nodded. Tara’s hand slid down, under my butt, and massaged my nuts. Her other hand played with her own tits.

  Me, the good soldier, continued my rhythm. But I knew I couldn’t keep it all night. Climax was approaching. Should I come in her butt? The idea seemed rude. It struck me as impolite for some reason. One of the things on Auntie Helga’s Rules for Party Anti-Etiquette. Don’t dip your dick in the eggnog. Don’t come in an ass that doesn’t belong to your girlfriend.

  I decided I was going to pull out and come on Betty’s lower back. A money-shot seemed more polite than inside her butt. So, when climax was imminent, I pulled out and began to stroke myself. Betty stopped panting and yelling and turned to look at what was happening.

  Tara sprang into action. She dropped to her knees. Grabbed my hips. Turned me toward her. Moved my hand off my cock. Took hold of my cock herself. Masturbated me.

  Betty flipped over and sat on the table. She rubbed her clitoris as she watched Tara jerking me off. I sucked on Betty’s tits. They were right there, and I couldn’t help myself. All of this happened in a span of seconds. The three of us simply acted. Tara didn’t seem to mind that my cock had just been in Betty’s ass. She just stroked me, her fist pumping my pole.

  Tara’s chest was hit when I came. Creamy spurts flew from my throbbing shaft, and then plopped on her tits. I released Betty’s boobs to watch every white spurt land on my girlfriend. I loved it. As I mentioned, Tara’s not been one for letting me come on her, so this was a special treat in an evening full of special treats.

  Betty said, “Way to take it, Tara.”

  Tara stood up and beamed at me, white lines crossing her chest. She was beautiful. Not only in her radiance of pleasure, but in her joy of being wicked, of doing this naughty deed and liking it.

  “Yeah, sweetie,” I said. “That was really hot.”

  “Sure was,” Tara replied, grinning. “I better go clean up.”

  I nodded as she left toward the bathroom. Others smiled at her boobs as she passed them. She wore the mark of victory. How many others had worn that mark in the orgy? The only other come-shot I had seen that night was Ralph’s mammoth burst.

  Ralph. The desperate guy who had ignited this whole bonfire.

  “Hey, where’s Ralph?” I asked.

  “Huh?” Betty said. “That’s out of the blue.”

  “I just thought about him. Realized I haven’t seen him since his come-shot.”

  “Goddamn, that was a big load of come. Melissa said it took awhile to get it all off her face. Said there was still some come in her hair that she’d have to get out in the shower. Can you believe that?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “The poor bastard deserved all those blowjobs.”

  Betty said, “He sure did. After that, he passed out. Had to be carried to a bed.”

  “He’ll sleep off the booze. But enough about him. Thanks so much for this.” I kissed her.

  After a lovely kiss, Betty said, “Thanks back at ya. That felt amazing.”

  “I still can’t believe that happened.”

  “Well, it did, you big stud. You just fucked me in the ass and came on your girlfriend’s boobs. How’s that for a party?”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Un-fucking-believable, that’s what.”

  Tara showed up, her chest freshly scrubbed. I knew it was time to go. It just felt that way. Tara felt it, too. Sure, we could’ve stayed longer and watched more sex. And we could’ve joined in for more sex, too. Maybe I could’ve grown hard for a fourth erection. If not, I still had a mouth and hands to pleasure others.

  But that wasn’t going to happen. We had our fill of our first orgy, and we decided to leave.

  We said good night to several people, but we couldn’t find the hosts, Tiffany and Kiefer. We figured they were busy having sex, and we didn’t want to interrupt that—so we put on our clothes and left the wildness of people still going at it.

  On the drive back home, Tara and I kept say
ing over and over how crazy it all was. Rather than being awed into silence, we were hopped up on exhilaration. We gushed about seeing this couple and that couple in different positions. Of how nervous we felt when we first got on the couch and fucked. Nervous, but we were bursting with lust and the rush of excitement over the erotic energy that crackled over the crowd that had seen the sexiness begin. First, the blowjob line for Ralph, and then Darryl’s hand down Vicky’s skirt and Betty humping Reggie on the sofa.

  I told Tara that I was impressed that she agreed to jump into the fray by fucking on the sofa.

  “When in Rome, right?” she asked. “I got caught up in the moment.”

  “Me, too,” I said. Then I steeled myself and asked the question that had been bugging me: “Was that really your first time with group sex?”

  She gave me a sarcastic laugh. “Are you kidding me? Of course it was! I’ve never even had a threesome, Steve. Much less been in an orgy. I told you this was my first one. I was telling the truth.”

  “Okay. I don’t know, I just had this nagging suspicion about it.”

  Tara rested her hand on my arm. “Honey, stop worrying. I’m not lying to you. That was truly the very first orgy I’ve ever been in. Before this, I’ve only been with one person at a time. Never a threesome. Never anything like this.”

  I nodded. “I’m being dumb. I’ll stop worrying about it.”

  “Good,” Tara said. “Because there’s nothing to be suspicious about. You should be crazy excited about what just happened.”

  “Oh, I am—believe me. But I’ve been feeling lots of different emotions, all mixed up.”

  “Yeah. So have I. But let’s not get into all that right now, okay? Let’s just be crazy excited about tonight.”

  Nodding again, I said, “It’s a deal.”

  Once we got home and slid into bed, exhaustion hit us like a ton of bricks. Being in bed was an immense relief. Like we had been walking around with weights on our shoulders, and we were finally able to shrug them off.

  “I feel like I could sleep for a day,” Tara said.

  “Yeah, me too,” I said. “Never in a million years could I have imagined that was going to happen.”

  “Same here,” Tara replied, her face still awed. “But you loved it, didn’t you? You, who’s talked how many times about wanting a threesome with another woman? We skipped over that, didn’t we?”

  “Well, I still wouldn’t say no to a threesome.”

  “You pig,” she laughed and punched me playfully on the shoulder. “Get some sleep. Maybe you’ll have a threesome in your dreams.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “I hope so.”

  I woke the next morning thoroughly rested after a deep sleep. Together, we cooked a huge breakfast of coffee, eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Both of us were famished, and we realized that we didn’t eat very much at the party.

  “Was that orgy actually a dream?” I asked.

  “Feels like it, doesn’t it? But I don’t think I’d be sore like this if it was just a dream.”

  “Yeah. Sometimes, during all that madness, I felt like I was inside of a dream.”

  Chewing on scrambled eggs, Tara thought for a moment. “I can see that. Part of you doesn’t believe what’s going on. Not fully believing it, at least. That’s how I felt sometimes, too. Especially seeing all those other people fucking. That was just crazy.”

  Moment of truth. I had to ask: “How many guys did you have sex with?”

  She looked me in the eyes. I saw no attempts to cover up in there. Just honesty.

  “Two,” she said. “Kiefer and Paolo. Well, and there was you, of course.”

  A huge ball of worry released inside me. There were no other men besides the ones I had seen her with.

  “Then we were Evie Stevie,” I said. “Just Claire and Betty for me. Also, well, I went down on Betty in the basement. I know that was away from the rooms we agreed about, but I, um—”

  She put her hand on mine. “No, that’s okay. I don’t think you were being devious.”

  “I wasn’t. But I should’ve done it upstairs, where you could see me. I’m sorry.”

  She nodded. “That’s why I believe you weren’t trying to hide. You’re honest about it.”

  I said, “We have to be. I mean, what happen to us last night, that was fucked-up. Majorly fucked-up. We were in a fucking orgy, for Christ’s sake.”

  Laughing, Tara said, “I know, right?”

  “And I have to say that I felt a lot of crazy shit when I saw you fucking those guys. I was jealous and angry and really weirded-out.”

  “Yeah. I felt that stuff, too, when I saw you with Claire and Betty. Obviously, you know I saw you with Betty. And don’t you think I’ve forgotten that you were fucking her ass, either.”

  I blushed. “Well, um, I was caught up in the moment, and she offered it.”

  With a frown, Tara asked, “Have you been wanting to have anal sex with me? Like, yearning for it? It’s not like we’ve talked about anal sex a lot.”

  “Not really, no. I don’t pine for it. Honey, we have such incredible sex that I don’t sit around thinking, ‘Gosh, I wish we could have anal sex’ all the time.”

  Her face glowed with delight over my compliment, and she leaned in to kiss me. Her breath tasted like bacon.

  Then she leaned back and said, “I love you for saying we have incredible sex. I think we do, too. But, as I said to you last night, I’d like to try anal. After seeing Betty’s reaction to it, I’m certainly more interested than I used to be. And I feel so comfortable with you, I’d like to try it with you.”

  “I’m glad you’re comfortable with me,” I said. “Maybe that’s how we can sit here talking about last night, when both of us had sex with other people.”

  Nodding, she thought about that. “Yeah, I think you’re right. We’re so open with each other. I don’t know if we could’ve done all that last night otherwise.”

  That sank in as I ate a bite of hash browns.

  Tara continued: “And I’ve got to admit that I’m a little jealous that you had anal sex with Betty before me.”

  I asked, “But would you have wanted anal if that didn’t happen?”

  “Um, probably not. It’s not like the pornos we’ve seen have persuaded me. I guess seeing it in real life did it.”

  “Besides,” I said, tipping my fork toward her to help make my point, “I was more than a little jealous when I saw Kiefer’s big dick fucking you.”

  Her eyes opened wider, perhaps as she remembered feeling his thick member in her pussy. Then she frowned as concern took over from the memory. She said, “Oh sweetie, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You know I love your cock. You know I love how your cock feels inside me. I’ve told you that over and over. You’ve got nothing at all to be jealous about.”

  My turn to lean in and give a kiss. A sweet reward for her sweet words.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Besides,” Tara said, echoing me, “I’ve been more than a little jealous of Julie. You’re not very good at hiding your lust for her boobs.”

  My cheeks blushed again. She was keen on noticing these things. That, and I’m sure I was really obvious around that busty beauty.

  Tara asked, “So, why didn’t you hook up with her last night? I thought for sure she would be at the top of your list.”

  “Well, she was pretty busy.”

  Tara gave a snorting laugh. “Yeah, I saw her in the living room. Pretty busy is right. Doing two guys at once with a couple of other guys waiting their turn. So, even in an orgy, some people are more popular than others.”

  “Guess so.”

  “That was also pretty amazing,” Tara said. “I wondered how it would feel doing that.”

  A lump stuck in my throat, so I cleared it out and said, “You mean wondering about getting fucked by two guys?”

  She shrugged, perhaps trying to show me that it wasn’t a huge deal to her
. “Yeah. C’mon, we’ve talked about this after seeing it in pornos. We’ve talked about both kinds of threesomes.”

  “I know, I know.”

  Tara said, “So, seeing it in real life made me think about it more. Like anal. Same thing. Seeing Julie, I wondered how it would feel with two cocks in me at the same time.” She looked me directly in the eyes. “But listen. It’s not like I’m aching for it.” She shrugged again. “Just wondering is all.”

  “Hey, I get it. You’re right. We’ve talked about both kinds of threesomes. I guess our talking feels more real after the orgy. Less like we’re talking about fantasies, and more like something real.”

  She simply nodded.

  I said, “But I have to admit that I did feel up Julie.”

  “Oh?” One of Tara’s eyebrows raised.

  “Yeah. We didn’t fuck or anything, but I felt her tits.”

  She smirked. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

  I shook my head. “Guilty.”

  “And? How were they?”

  My turn to shrug and play it off as not a huge deal. “And they were nice.”

  She snort-laughed again. “Nice? Nice try, you dope. You fucking loved it, and you know it.”

  “You mean like you loved Kiefer’s big dick?”

  She looked at me, studying for a couple of seconds, before saying, “Okay, okay. Let’s not get into a tit for tat.”

  “So to speak.”

  “You know what I mean,” Tara said. “Let’s not go back and forth trying to top each other. We could go on and on like that, talking about bigger dicks and bigger tits and who slept with more people. That’s not healthy at all. We had this insane experience last night, and we need to be fair about it. Evie Stevie. We’re both jealous as it is. Let’s not rub it in.”

  I said, “I wasn’t trying to rub it in. Not at all.”

  “Okay, okay.” She hefted a big sigh. “I guess we’re just gonna get those flares of jealousy coming up.”

  “We sure are. I was jealous last night, and I’m still jealous this morning.”

  She leaned forward, her eyes full of feeling. “But we need to keep being open and honest. I’m hurt, and you’re hurt. But let’s talk about it, okay?”

 

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