Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  I was profoundly grateful for that.

  My stamina was definitely helped by me taking breaks. I wasn’t deep inside a pussy or mouth all of the time. Sometimes, I broke away from the bed and escaped the ladies. In those moments, I drank champagne and looked down at the women rolling around, their legs and arms stretching and sliding on the bed. I stood tall, my powerful hard-on pointing at them, as if it wanted to make sure I knew the way back to the pleasure.

  On my last break, I sat against the headboard. I had just eaten out Claire, and I wanted to catch my breath before plunging back into the sensuality pool. Besides, I very much enjoyed watching the beautiful women going at each other.

  After all, two women had never rolled around on my bed before! I wanted to soak in as much of the sights as I could.

  Tara noticed me sitting against the headboard, and she crawled over to me. Smiling, she kissed me on my lips, then she slowly lowered and clasped my dick in her mouth. Claire arrived, kissed me as well, and then she kissed Tara on the cheek. Tara let go of my cock. The women kissed each other, and then they lowered. Their heads parted for a moment as they still lowered, and they resumed kissing.

  Kissing with my dickhead between their lips.

  Oh. My. God.

  That’s when the dreamy, fuzzy world shattered. Sharp reality returned in all its glory.

  The women set about giving me the most luxurious, most indulgent blowjob I had ever experienced. I felt more like a god of sex than I ever had during that night. These hotties adored my cock. They loved it. Their tongues snaked all over my shaft. It was as if the red stripes on a candy cane had became alive and swirled around the pole. They suckled on the dark purple bulb at the top. As they bobbed their heads on the length, my well-loved cock was warm and wet deep inside their mouths.

  All the while, Tara’s hand gripped the base of my shaft. This way, she controlled which way my cock tilted. She blew me for a little bit, and then backed up and leaned my cock over to Claire, offering me to her. Then Claire would take her up on the offer, licking me and sucking on me.

  The head bobbing and tongue swirling went on and on.

  Earlier, when I had been in a dream state, I had floated about. But this, in its breathless reality, made me into a shocked observer and feeler. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe the sensations. Two mouths at once? Two tongues at once? I mean, what guy doesn’t fantasize about two hotties giving him head at the same time?

  Yet, there they were. These pretty faces. These plump lips. These warm, wet mouths. These mischievous tongues.

  All of them were magnificent.

  Claire mixed things up. She slid onto her side and nudged her face under my thigh. And then, she went to town on my balls and taint—the area between my balls and asshole.

  This was the most intense combination of feelings that I had ever felt. Tara’s mouth slid up and down my shaft. Claire’s mouth was busy on my balls and behind them. Attention was given to everywhere down there. Every nerve in my groin howled and danced in a drunken celebration to these goddesses of oral sex.

  I burst. Finally.

  My first spurt was inside Tara’s mouth. Then, wide-eyed, she released me. I erupted with a force I had never experienced before then. Shock waves bolted from the epicenter behind my nuts, and they spread out to every muscle in my body. Spurt after spurt of my come launched from my cock, which felt massive.

  Orgasms of my past had shot my bliss to the moon. This one blasted to Pluto and beyond.

  Come flew all over the place. A white line landed on Tara’s forehead. White splattered on her collarbone. Another splattered on her right breast. Another landed on Claire’s arm. One majestically launched straight up, hung in the air in slow motion, and then plopped onto my stomach. Two other shots landed on my thigh and slid down, toward Claire’s face.

  By the time it was all over, I slumped against the headboard, limp and exhausted from this epic orgasm.

  Claire slid out from under my thigh and giggled when she saw Tara. She said, “Oh sweetie, you have to see yourself.”

  Tara giggled back. “Is it that bad?”

  “No, it’s that good.”

  Indeed, it was that good. A creamy line started on her forehead and stretched diagonally down her eyebrow, to her cheek.

  Here was a woman who had once wondered to me why porn movies had facial come-shots. And now, she had taken one. The come-shot on her tits at the orgy was beautiful, but this stunned me. All those white lines on her face. And my girlfriend didn’t look upset at all about it.

  “He got your hair, too,” Tara said.

  Claire patted her hair to discover a few splots had slid there. She looked at me, slowly shaking her head. “You’re a fucking stud. I mean, just look at all this come.”

  Pride swelled inside me from her being impressed. From hitting the two ladies and the spots on my stomach, it certainly had been an epic orgasm.

  “Yeah, honey, you went all out,” Tara said. “But don’t move. I’ll clean you up. Sit back. Enjoy. I bet that felt wonderful.”

  “More than wonderful,” I said, my voice low on energy. “It was phenomenal.”

  My girlfriend gave me a warm smile, patted my thigh, and said, “Mmm. I love hearing that.”

  She left for a minute, and then she returned with a warm washcloth that she used to scrubbed my belly and thigh clean. Claire dried me with a towel.

  When I thanked them, my voice came out in a croak. I felt hollow, with the life drained right out of me. What was left of me was a shell. A shell that the women had filled with a glowing light.

  And the women? What happened to them? They left the bedroom, went down the hall to the bathroom.

  I stretched out fully on the bed and pulled the covers on top of me. Sleep began to quickly overtake me. I remember while drowsing off, I heard the women giggling and the water in the shower starting. I remember envisioning the two lovely ladies in the shower, rubbing soap suds all over each other.

  I fell asleep with the biggest grin across my face.

  *****

  The door clicked behind Claire as she left the apartment.

  But I still felt her presence in the place. The feeling of Claire being around wasn’t going to leave quickly. Not with all that had happened. Not with the epic sex we had in the living room and bedroom last night. Not with me waking up this morning and seeing two gorgeous women in bed with me. It was something that I never thought I was going to experience.

  And when I did experience it, I simply lay there, watching them sleep, and appreciating the wonder and beauty of them. I had drowsed off a little, and then woke up when Tara—who was closer to me—shifted a bit.

  Then we dove back into the pool of pleasure.

  Because the ladies had showered together last night, they suggested that I jump in the shower, and they would take turns with me. Sounded like a magnificent idea to me.

  Since Tara had moved into my apartment, we frequently took showers together. But every time wasn’t a long love-making session. Sometimes, we simply cleaned ourselves in our preparations for getting ready for work. In other times, though, we soaped up each other and had more erotic fun.

  Needless to say, this morning with Tara and Claire was an opportunity for erotic fun in the shower. I loved getting my hands on them again, lathering soap on their luscious bodies. My mind was sharper than it had been most of last night. Thankfully! The sharper sensation made me appreciate their firm butts, their perky tits, their well-groomed vaginas, their strong and slim legs.

  Both of them returned the favor. I don’t think I’ve ever been cleaner—with all their loving attention from sudsy hands.

  The shower time ended with Claire’s hand gripped around my erection, slippery with soap, as she said, “You wowed us last night with that huge come-shot. Lets see if you can match that.”

  Unfortunately, it was a challenge I could not meet. My spurts on the shower walls weren’t the enor
mous launches of last night. But that had been due to the extraordinary build-up. I had no idea how long my erection had lasted in that marathon fuck last night, but it was much longer than the shower time.

  “Still a good one,” Claire said and kissed me.

  Turned out that Claire had brought an overnight bag. Yeah, this visit was that well planned. Once we finished with the shower, we put on t-shirts and shorts, and then we set upon devouring breakfast.

  Which was also planned in advance. Tara had already bought food for a fantastic breakfast: croissants, Greek yogurt, grapefruit, and oranges. I cut the citrus fruits, so that we had three big bowls full of fruit segments swimming in pools of juice.

  All those wild activities of the evening and morning had left us with ravenous appetites. We ate the delicious food and drank coffee and regaled ourselves with all that we had done the night before.

  “Do you think anyone heard us in the restaurant?” Tara wondered.

  “Oh, I doubt it,” Claire answered. “I thought we were remarkably quiet, don’t you?”

  “You two were, that’s for sure,” I said. “I was really impressed by your control. Especially hearing how you let loose after we got back here. Compared to your moans of pleasure here, you were really quiet at the restaurant.”

  Both women laughed, and Tara asked, “We were that loud last night?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said. “I was hoping our neighbors would get turned on by it and get busy themselves.”

  “Mmm,” Tara said. “I like that. Inspire someone else like that? A wonderful thing.”

  Claire nodded. “Sure would be.”

  Claire was surely wonderful. True, she was gorgeous and had a hot body. But she was also vibrant, and it was her aliveness that was deeply sexy. She had captivated me ever since approaching me at the orgy and slamming me with her brilliant blue eyes that were full of life. This was a woman who not only took your breath away, but was amazing to spend time with.

  And so, when the door clicked behind her after she left the apartment, her sexy and lively spirit still lingered.

  Having Claire gone gave me the opportunity to quiz my girlfriend on a question that had been bugging me ever since I saw Claire at the restaurant last night.

  “Okay,” I said to Tara, “what gives? Why did you do this?”

  Her cheeks flushed a little pinker, and her eyes flicked to the side. A little shy, a little embarrassed maybe.

  Tara said, “Um, well … I wanted to see how it felt. I wanted to see what it would be like to try it. I’ve never done that before, and you’ve said you haven’t either, so”—she shrugged—“I wanted to try it.”

  I plunked down on the couch, still watching her closely. “That’s it?”

  Her eyes avoided looking at me. “Well…”

  “Because that was a big deal,” I said. “A huge deal. Like what we did at the orgy. It has to be more than just wanting to try it.”

  “Why not?” Tara asked.

  “That feels too … I don’t know … simple. Yeah, that’s it. It feels too simple. I just think there would be more to it than that.”

  She sat down on the couch next to me, folded her legs under her, and faced me. “Okay.” She let out in a long breath. “Of course there is.”

  I touched her knee and said, “So, let’s talk about it. Like we did after the orgy. We have to.”

  She gave me a small smile. “Isn’t it supposed to be me the one who encourages you to open up?”

  “Yeah, I guess so. But it goes back and forth.”

  Nodding, she said, “Yeah, it sure does.” She gazed down at her hands in her lap. “Well, it goes back to the holiday party. When I saw you and Claire having sex.” She looked back up at me, her eyes wider. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I was really upset. I wanted to shove you off her and jump on top of you.”

  I said, “Yeah, I understand. I felt that, too, when I saw you with Kiefer, and then with you and that Latin Lover guy.”

  “Paolo,” Tara clarified.

  “Yeah, him.”

  “So, we’re on the same level,” Tara said. “I was angry. But then a little voice spoke up in my head, and it said, ‘But I was first. I did that before he did.’ And it was true. I did go first. And you were the first to give permission.”

  I remembered our conversation back then. Our discussion over whether we should join the action around us. If we should share our partner with other people. It felt like it happened a long time ago. But it was a mere two months before.

  “That’s right,” I said. “You did go first.”

  “Of course, of course.” Tara didn’t look shy or embarrassed any longer. “So I told myself that I couldn’t shove you off Claire. This was your turn to be with someone else. Evie Stevie. And I had to deal with that.”

  “But it wasn’t easy, though.” I was definitely speaking from experience.

  “Not at all,” Tara said. “But through all that, I could still see the look on your face as you were having sex with Claire. Your face was wild with lust. You were crazed … wild … totally caught up in the moment. Once I got past that you were having sex with another woman, I realized how you were having sex. I realized that you weren’t just having sex. You were fucking her like mad.”

  Guilt panged me, and I added: “It was like how we fucked last night, when I got back here and fucked you against the wall.”

  She brushed a strand of brunette hair from in front of her face and smiled. “Yeah, it was like that.”

  “That was really fucking hot.”

  She kissed me, then leaned back, with the wonderful smile still there. “Sure was. You surprised me.”

  I laughed. Memories of our past conversations came to me. “You’ve told me before that surprises can happen.”

  Her eyes immediately registered the connection with what she had said before, and she joined me in laughing. “I sure did. It goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

  “Of course,” I said, smiling back at her.

  Her chuckling settled as she nodded and looked again at her lap. “Yeah, it sure does. I thought about maybe inviting Julie to join us. I know you really would’ve liked that. But, well, she just didn’t feel right. You know what I mean?”

  “Um, not exactly.”

  Tara said, “I didn’t see you with Julie at the holiday party.” She noticed me open my mouth to start a protest, and she replied, “Oh, I know you didn’t have sex with her. I remember you said you just felt her up. Which, I’m sure, you loved.”

  I smirked.

  “So transparent,” Tara said. “But I did see you with Claire. And it was so obvious how much you were into it.” Again, she gazed away from me. “So, yeah, I chose her because of how you looked when you fucked her. And I chose her because I wanted to see what it would be like being in bed with her and you.” She looked up at me, one of her eyebrows lifting. “And I was really turned on by her.”

  That froze me. I didn’t see that coming. Surprises can happen.

  “That’s really fucking hot,” I said.

  Giggling, she returned to making eye contact with me. “I knew you’d think it was. But, c’mon, wasn’t that obvious?”

  Images played in my mind. Tara and Claire making out on this very couch. And then in our bed. And then with my happy cock between their lips.

  “Yeah, it was obvious,” I said. “You don’t get a woman off under a restaurant booth unless you’re turned on by her.”

  Her cheeks flared pinker as she laughed. “Oh my God, talk about seriously fucking hot!”

  “You shocked the hell out of me,” I chuckled.

  “Good!”

  Her delight was incredibly lovely. I had to kiss her. And so I did, for a sweet, long kiss.

  Tara said, “That was Claire’s idea. I was shocked, too, when she told me. But then I warmed up to it and thought, Why not? Why not at least try it?” She looked proud. “So, we wore dresses with no panties. And we did it.”
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  “And you got away with it,” I pointed out.

  Tara couldn’t suppress a wicked grin. “That’s not all we got away with.”

  More images played in my brain as her meaning sunk in: Sitting at that restaurant booth and looking down and seeing a mass of red hair above my lap and feeling Claire’s lips hold my cock firmly and the welcome warmth of her mouth on me.

  Tara said, “It was when I saw your face as she stroked you, that I knew it was going to work out. I had some doubts. I really did. I wondered if I was going to be angry again, seeing you and her together. But you know something? I was a little angry when you came in her mouth. But not a ton—not like the anger I felt at the holiday party. Mostly, I was…”

  Her eyes gazed up to the ceiling, perhaps trying to find hints up there of what to say. She said, “Mostly I was turned on. I thought it was crazy to feel that way. I was jealous, sure, but I was actually turned on watching your face as you came into her mouth, and you were trying so hard to not be loud. I was blown away by that … that I could feel this way while watching you feel an orgasm, because you were coming into another woman’s mouth. That’s pretty fucking crazy, right?”

  A pause as I thought it over. “Yeah,” I said, “it is kind of crazy. You were kind of crazy to set all that up with Claire. And you were kind of crazy to be turned on by it. But that also makes me crazy, too. I was thrilled watching you with Claire.”

  A laugh burst from her mouth. “Of course you were. You’ve wanted a threesome for a long time, and that’s partly because you wanted to see me with another woman.”

  I said, “Sure. But that’s not the whole reason.”

  Tara laughed again. “No duh, you dope. That was pretty fucking obvious on your face, when both of us were blowing you at the same time. I mean, the way you looked the whole time we were in the bedroom, it was like you were high on some drug.”