Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  “And I am,” Tara said. “I really am. I’ve never had an experience like that. Or earlier, on the lounge chair.” She looked over at the location where she had first taken our two cocks inside her. Then she said, “But what happened in there, in the bedroom, that was … that was nuts. It was like I was a big, burning ball of pleasure. I felt like the sun.”

  I said, “Yeah, it was pretty fucking obvious you liked it, with your yelling and your face all twisted up.”

  She snagged the miniature bottle of spiced rum, opened it, and drank half of it. “So, you’re upset because I enjoyed it too much?”

  I shook my head, frustrated that I wasn’t getting my thoughts out correctly. My brain was chaotic. “No, no. It’s not that. It’s that I wasn’t ready for that.” I pointed to the bungalow. “I wasn’t ready for the screaming and all.”

  Tara sat back in her chair and downed the rest of the spiced rum. She let me stew for a few more seconds before she spoke: “Do you remember I told you that I saw you with Claire at the holiday party?”

  Huh? The question didn’t make sense in our current context. But I went with it. “Yeah,” I said. “I remember.”

  Tara asked, “Do you remember what I said about how you looked when you were with her?”

  I thought back. “It was something about that it was obvious how much I liked it.”

  “And do you remember how you were fucking her?”

  I didn’t have to work to recall that. “Yeah. It was really good.”

  Tara’s eyes lasered into mine. “You were fucking the shit out of her, Steve. Just like I got fucked in there.”

  Oh fuck.

  I never thought about it that way. Claire’s beauty on the coffee table: startling blue eyes, red hair slanted across her forehead, tits dotted with freckles. Her crying out when I gave her a couple of orgasms. How it felt when I held her stretched-up legs against my chest and pounded into her crazy wet pussy.

  Tara, sitting there at the patio, was clearly satisfied with the effect of her dropped bomb. Her smirk vanished when she spoke again: “So, tell me how it feels to be upset. You certainly looked like you could’ve yelled up to the rooftops while you fucked Claire’s brains out.”

  Something didn’t quite click for me.

  Thankfully, though, a part of my gray matter was functioning somewhat logically.

  I said, “But if you were so upset about me and Claire, why did you talk to Claire after I had sex with her? And, if you were so upset, why did you stand next to me when I was having sex with Betty and encourage me?”

  She snatched the champagne bottle and took a long swig from it.

  “Because,” she said, “when I saw how excited you were, I wanted to be naughty for you.”

  “Huh?”

  She drew a big sigh. “I wanted to do more dirty things with you. It goes back to those times we’ve talked about doing different things in sex. I’m talking about the naughtier stuff. Swallowing. Facials. Anal. Dressing up. That kind of stuff. When we’ve talked about those things, you said that you tried them before, with that ex-girlfriend.”

  What the fuck? Her?

  “Heather?” I asked.

  Tara said, “Yeah, Heather. You’ve told me that you did those with her, that she liked them.”

  I nodded, not wanting to say more and give details how much of a demon she was in the sack. The storm clouds in my skull had drifted a little, with some sunshine coming through. I was beginning to see where Tara was coming from.

  She said, “I figured you missed those things.”

  “Hold on. I don’t believe I’ve ever said that.”

  Her forefinger pointed at me for a moment. “You didn’t have to. I figured it out. It was how you talked about stuff. Didn’t matter if we were talking about Heather or not. How you talked about those things that we didn’t usually do. It was like you sorely missed them. And it was how you looked when I did try some things, like letting you come on my tits.”

  I raised my palm in a stop gesture. “But you didn’t look like you hated it. You seemed to like that, too. On special occasions, that is.”

  She nodded. “And I did. I did. I got turned on by it. Just like I got turned on by watching porn.”

  “What does that have to do with it?”

  She leaned forward again, her eyes less angry and more pleading.

  “Don’t you see the connection?” she asked. “When we watched porn, I knew you missed doing those things with Heather.”

  “But, it’s not like we watch porn all the time. It’s a sometimes thing. We’ve had lots and lots of sex with just us, and no porn.”

  Tara said, “That’s true. And I know you enjoy it with just us.”

  “You’re Goddamn right I enjoy it. I mean, c’mon, I fucking love it.”

  Her features softened a little. A smile appeared for a moment. “I’m glad you do. I certainly do.”

  I said, “So, what about all the other stuff? The dirty stuff? Why are you so worried about all that?”

  Another pause. The pleading in her eyes shifted, something more guarded.

  Tara said, “It was when we moved in together, I really started thinking about it. When I moved in, it was incredible. I felt so … so comfortable with you. So secure. I’ve been crazy about you for a long time. Before I ever told you that I loved you.”

  This had gotten tons more serious than the weekend of sex fireworks that I had pictured. I never could have imagined this conversation.

  But it felt good to get this out.

  Tara continued: “That’s what did it. How I felt when I moved into your apartment. How badly I wanted things to work with you. Do you see that?” There was a catch in her voice, but she kept going instead of waiting for me to answer. “I wanted to do naughty things with you. I wanted to try those dirty things I thought you missed. And I wanted to give you something you’ve never had before. I wanted to wow the fuck out of you.”

  Another bomb dropped. I was stunned in its wake. I was unable to speak.

  “And that’s why,” Tara said, “I set up the threesome with Claire. All those things I told you that morning after Valentine’s weren’t lies. I meant all of it. Because, yeah, I was upset when I saw you and Claire at the orgy. But part of me was turned on. Not just turned on by her, but by you being with her. And there was that want inside me. That want to do dirty stuff with you. To wow you.”

  She leaned back against the chair, looking relieved to have gotten all of that out of her.

  My brain was spinning, so my sentences came out slow. “Yeah. I felt some of that, too. In there.” I pointed to the bungalow. “Why didn’t you tell me all this before, when we talked after Claire left our apartment?”

  Another sigh. “Because I didn’t want you to know it. I didn’t want you to know about my insecurity with us.”

  I leaned toward her, my hands on her knees. “Oh my God, baby, that’s totally fine. Are you kidding? You said you felt comfortable with me, so please, please, feel like you can say that stuff to me. I mean, I felt really insecure in there, with you going on about Kiefer’s dick.”

  Her hands lay on top of mine. “Honey, I understand. Do you understand why I didn’t jump at the chance to tell you about my worries over you missing the things you did with Heather?”

  I said, “Yeah, I do. I understand. Tara, I love you. I love the fuck out of you.”

  Her face glowed, and she rested her hand on my cheek. “I love you, too, honey.”

  Our kiss felt like the sun bursting out of dark clouds. Afterward, she smiled at me with a gorgeous, warm smile.

  “You don’t have to wow me,” I said. “And I don’t need to do any of that dirty stuff. I love how we fuck.”

  “You say don’t need the dirty stuff, but you enjoy it.”

  “Well, yeah, I do.”

  Tara said, “And I discovered that I enjoyed doing it with you. Because I’m comfortable with you.” A flash of a grin. “Okay, the
anal sex wasn’t the greatest—but I liked trying it. I liked exploring new things with you. It hasn’t been all easy and fun. I mean, my right eye was irritated for a couple of days after you gave me that facial on Valentine’s.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “But I used eye drops,” Tara said, “and it cleared up. I’m not going to do that every time. Just like I’m not going to swallow you all the time, either. Believe me, it’s not all that pleasant.”

  “Then don’t do it any more,” I said.

  “That’s not going to stop me. It’s worth it for how it makes you feel. And how I feel giving you that thrill.”

  Connections fired all over my brain. Thinking was clearer now.

  I said, “Just like in there. Or those times at the orgy when you fucked other guys. Seeing you like that wasn’t very pleasant, but I got to see you get pleasure. A lot of pleasure.”

  “Uh-huh.” My girlfriend clearly liked me making that connection.

  I said, “That’s a big part of what it comes down to, isn’t it? If we’re willing to go through that unpleasant feeling, so that the other one gets pleasure?”

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Tara said. “With that crazy tug of emotions, you can ask yourself: is it worth it? It was worth it to me after Valentine’s. I felt … not proud exactly … I felt contented. I gave you something you had never had before. Something you had fantasized about. Something you never had with Heather. A threesome with another woman.”

  I frowned. “Believe me, you can forget about Heather. She’s done. Everything we did is done.”

  Tara looked caring as she slowly shook her head. “Oh, honey, it’s always there. It’s part of who you are, your experience. Just like my past boyfriends. They’re not with us every day, but they brought us to where we are.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “I get that.”

  “What you and Heather did contributed to us being here,” Tara said. “It’s not all due to you guys. But it’s part of it.”

  “Yeah.”

  We kissed again. Not the explosion of sunshine of before; this was soft warmth.

  Then I released an enormous sigh. “Whew. Man, that was deep. But I feel better after talking that out.”

  “Do you?” Tara asked.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

  “Good. Feels like a weight was taken off me. I got that Heather shit off my chest.”

  “By the way,” I said, “your chest is much better than hers.”

  She burst into laughter, and I was over-joyed to see her face light up like that.

  “I fucking love you, honey,” she said with a huge smile.

  She planted a big, wet smooch on my lips, and then she leaned back and took another long swig straight from the champagne bottle.

  “So,” she said, “what now? Do you want to ask Kiefer to go, and we’ll have this little paradise to ourselves?”

  That was a biggie. After that intense conversation, which way to go? I remembered the three of us earlier at this very patio table. Then the three of us in bed, my girlfriend rocking and screaming like a mad woman. Was I able to see her again like that? To endure those unpleasant emotions, so that she could have bliss with another man?

  I gazed over the patio. Small, jellybean-shaped pool. Colorful tropical plants. Ocean reaching to the horizon. This certainly was a little paradise.

  My attention returned to my girlfriend, and I said, “By the way, since you moved in with me, our apartment’s become a paradise.”

  She gave me an aww expression. “Hearing that makes it all worth it. Everything. I’d do it all over again.” She paused. “Well, maybe I would’ve done more of the dirty stuff before the orgy gave me a shove.”

  “Remember, I don’t want it all the time. Just for special occasions.”

  Chuckling, Tara said, “Yeah. Special occasions. I remember telling you that.”

  “I’ve looked forward to special occasions.”

  “You should!”

  “Like now. Now is something special. Kiefer stays.”

  She studied my face for a few seconds. “Are you sure?”

  I didn’t need to mull it over more. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

  We kissed again. Our kisses were like healthy doses of soothing balm on our feelings.

  I said, “If you get wild and loud like you did in there, well, I’ll just have to deal with it.”

  Her hand rested on my limp dick. “You don’t have anything to worry about, honey. I love how this makes me feel.”

  That perked me up. “Good. I remember how you’ve yelled for me to fuck you harder, too.”

  “I sure have,” Tara said. “And I’ll do it again. And, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen to your girlfriend.”

  My grin grew wide.

  Tara stood up from the patio table. As she moved from the shade into the sunshine, she again stretched and worshipped the sun. Looking up, she beamed at the sky, her arms spread wide, her tits hanging beautifully.

  She was gorgeous.

  I joined her, giving her a powerful hug. Her head leaned on my shoulder.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you,” I whispered back.

  It was simple and strong, and it made me feel wonderful.

  “I’m glad we had that talk,” I whispered.

  “Me, too.”

  In the loving moment, I mentally replayed parts of the conversation we just had. Heather? I never saw that coming. Never guessed she had figured into any of this. How many times did I even talk about her with Tara? A couple of times? I tried to think to our past conversations. Yeah, I had mentioned Heather when Tara had asked me if I ever tried anal sex. Yeah, I mentioned her when Tara had asked if any of my old girlfriends had ever swallowed or taken a facial. Those were separate conversations, when we had talked about various sex stuff.

  Lots of those conversations had come up as we lay in bed, after making love or even while we made love. Sometimes, Tara had even asked them spontaneously.

  Like one time, when I had knelt behind her, about to enter her pussy in doggy-style position, and she looked back at me, asking, Have you ever tried anal?

  Stunned, I frowned at her and replied, Huh? Why ask that now?

  She said, Just curious.

  I chose honesty and said that I had tried it with an ex-girlfriend. Then I asked Tara if she had ever done it.

  No, she had said, and I’m not ready for it now. But I am ready for you to fuck my pussy hard.

  Of course, I took her up on the invitation.

  It wasn’t as if we had sat down and went into full detail about our previous sex lives. I knew that she had several boyfriends before me, and she had a rich sex life.

  But it wasn’t until Tara met me that she felt comfortable enough to try those naughtier things. She’d made that much clear, and I was grateful for it.

  Trying those activities had led us on a surreal path. An orgy and two threesomes. The path was exciting, but most unusual. And fraught with hard emotions.

  My attention came back to the patio as Tara backed out of our embrace.

  “Hold on,” she said.

  Then she opened the sliding glass doors and said to inside the living room: “Sit tight for a little bit, okay?”

  That’s when I noticed Kiefer was in the living room, on the couch and reading a magazine. His clothes were back on. I wondered if he had heard what we were talking about, since the glass doors were closed. Or maybe he’d just heard when our voices were raised. Maybe our neighbors did, too.

  Kiefer looked up from his magazine, asking, “Should I go?”

  “No,” Tara answered. “Just give us a bit longer.”

  Tara went to the pool and stepped in. I joined in as she submerged. When she rose up, she was another striking image. Water leaping around her, wet dark hair straight back, more water streaming down her hot body.

  We made out some more. It felt nice being in
the pool, just the two of us—before we dove back into a group of three again. Plus, it’s exciting making out with your girlfriend while you’re naked in a pool. This patio truly was a little paradise, but we were also in a paradise in our hearts.

  “Thank you again for this,” Tara said.

  “Like I said, it’s payback.”

  “Yeah, you said that. Even though you didn’t have to do it. So, why did you pick Kiefer?”

  I replied, “Well, I know you liked him back at the holiday party. I’m not sure I would’ve liked having a threesome with the other guy. That Latin Lover guy.”

  “Paolo,” Tara said.

  “Yeah, him.” I pictured him, with his long greasy hair falling in front of his eyes as Tara rode him on the couch during the orgy.

  “He’s Italian, by the way.”

  “Um, okay. I picked Kiefer because he’s had a ton of experience with this stuff. He’d ease us into it more.”

  “Yeah, he’s good for that,” Tara said. “He’s nice about it.” She looked up at the ocean, then back to me. “I told you that I wanted to give you something you’ve never had.”

  “Right.”

  Tara said, “You’ve given me something I’ve never had. Even though it wasn’t something I was yearning like crazy for. Not like you yearning for two women at once.” She smirked at me.

  “I wouldn’t say I was yearning like crazy for it.”

  “Maybe just simple yearning?” Tara asked.

  I rolled my eyes.

  She continued: “Anyway, this was an experience like nothing I’ve ever had. Nothing. I mean, having two dicks in me at the same time? Oh, my God. Nothing I’ve ever felt before has ever come close to that. I felt completely filled up. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when I got carried away. It was like … like I was this wire that split and was flailing around and sparks were flying like mad.”

  It was a vivid description. With that kind of feeling, her outbursts were understandable. I nodded to show her that I got it.

  Tara said, “Thank you for giving me that feeling. For this experience. It’s something I’ll never forget.”

  This time I smirked. “You better not forget it. It’s not like this is going to happen every weekend.”