Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  “I want to fuck you right now,” I said.

  “Can you get dessert to go?” Tara asked Kiefer.

  He nodded and said he’d join us soon and I threw him my credit card to pay for the meal.

  Tara and I rushed back to the bungalow, and I shoved up her dress and discovered no panties, and I shoved my raging hard cock into her wet pussy. We were standing and I couldn’t thrust as much as I wanted, so I lifted her up and carried her with my dick still inside her, and I lowered her to the bed, so she lay on her back with her ass on the edge, so I could stand and plow into her hot pussy, and she looked up at me with those tiger eyes and glowing face, and I was completely in love and lust for her. She was one in a million, since how many women would’ve set up a threesome with that gorgeous redhead Claire, and then say they wanted to hold another woman’s tits while you fucked her? I bet Tara also wanted Julie, and knowing that my girlfriend wanted to enjoy that busty babe only added fuel to my fire.

  When the door closed, I stopped my vigorous thrusts. Sweat dripped. My chest heaved. I backed up, slipping out of Tara’s pussy. I told myself to slow down, we had all night. Tara sat up and kissed the head of my dick.

  “I love your cock,” she said, fiery eyes blazing. “I love your beautiful cock. I love how it makes me feel.” She gave it another kiss.

  I nodded. We looked over at Kiefer, standing in the doorway and holding a clear plastic container.

  “Would you like me to go?” he asked. “I can leave you two alone.”

  “No,” I said before Tara could answer. “No. Please stay. We’re not done yet.”

  Tara looked up at me with her radiant face. I could tell she wanted the same thing. Her lips clasped around my shaft, her head nodded for a bit as if to say “yes.”

  “C’mon in,” I told Kiefer. “I want your help. Let’s show this woman a good time.”

  I pulled away from Tara’s mouth and quickly shed off my clothes. Kiefer put the dessert container down. Then Kiefer and I slid off Tara’s dress for her. Carefully, we slid it up and over her head as she sat on the bed. She returned to laying back down on the bed.

  Kiefer and I caressed her all over. Our fingers went gliding over her arms, boobs, tummy, legs. A light massage done by two amateur masseurs. It was a dramatic change of pace from the pounding I had just given her. My hands smoothed up her calves, to her inner thighs, and stopped at her pussy. Then I slowly licked the slick pussy lips. Kiefer continued his caresses, occasionally leaning down to suck her nipples. My tongue pushed between her pussy lips, inside of her, and moved in a wide circle. I gently kissed the raised nub of her clitoris.

  A tap on my shoulder made me raise my head from between Tara’s legs.

  “May I?” Kiefer whispered.

  Yes, he may. I got out of the way, sliding my hands along her legs. Kiefer took over and lapped her pussy. I softly kissed her nipples, flicking my tongue on them.

  The entire time, Tara moaned these wonderful, sultry groans. I wanted her to feel like a goddess of sex. Her moans built up and up, climaxing with a gorgeous sound. Score another orgasm courtesy of the middle-aged swinger, and I was grateful for Tara’s pleasure.

  Afterward, Tara lay there, the picture of satisfaction and relaxation.

  I popped open the dessert container to find a wedge of chocolate cake covered in chocolate sauce. I cut a bit of cake with the side of the plastic fork that came with the container. I took the bit and placed it on Tara’s lips. Since her eyes were shut, she didn’t see it coming. She opened wide and accepted the cake and chewed it.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, “that’s good.”

  Yeah, she was a goddess of sex. I fed her a few more bites of the cake as Kiefer ate her pussy. Then I wanted to feast upon my girlfriend, so I tapped his shoulder to have him give me another turn. I took over and gave her pussy a big kiss. Then licks, soft and sensuous, from the bottom of her silky vagina to the top. She tasted fresh and warm and good. I looked up to see Kiefer feeding her cake.

  The queen being served by her two eager subjects.

  Kiefer arrived next to me, crouching by the bed. He tapped my shoulder, then pointed to the top of the bed. I frowned and shook my head. I wasn’t ready to stop eating my girlfriend.

  “Trust me,” he whispered.

  I did. Once I was back on top of Tara, I returned to sucking her nipples.

  Her body slid toward the foot of the bed. I saw Kiefer’s hands on her hips. The cause of moving my girlfriend further down the bed. His head lowered, disappearing.

  Tara’s eyes popped open. “Oh God. Oh God.”

  Curious, I crawled to see what was going on at the foot of the bed. Kiefer was sitting on the floor, and his face was between Tara’s ass cheeks. Ah-ha! He was licking her back door. That was something I had thrown in every now and then with Tara, and she enjoyed it.

  Kiefer’s trust me comment made sense now. I leaned down, so that I could eat her pussy.

  “Oh fuck,” Tara moaned. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good. Oh God, please don’t stop. Please don’t. Please, oh please, oh please.”

  So, my goddess of sex really enjoyed having her pussy and ass licked at the same time. I lapped at her clitoris with a steady rhythm, appreciating her utterances of pleasure and her hands full of her own boobs, with her fingers pinching her nipples. My thumb entered her wet pussy and added even another sensation to her bliss.

  I’m not sure how many orgasms Tara had like that. She cried out again and again. And still, Kiefer and I kept at it, not relenting in our oral onslaught on her loins.

  But, finally, when she begged us to stop, we did.

  “Oh God,” she murmured. “You wiped me out. I can’t move a muscle.”

  Kiefer and I stood over her and grinned at each other. Partners in the giving of pleasure.

  “Good idea,” I told him.

  Tara sat up, looking like she was waking from a long, deep sleep. “My God. You guys kicked my ass. I’ve never had that before. So many orgasms. They just kept coming. Over and over and over.”

  Pride ballooned inside me. What Kiefer said before was right: There was no way that I could’ve done that by myself. Teamwork helps you achieve more. That sounded like a cheese-ball inspirational poster in an office.

  But it’s true. In the office, on a sports field, and in the bedroom. Teamwork helps you achieve more orgasms, too.

  “I’ve got to catch my breath,” Tara said. “Can you guys give me a minute? I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

  Kiefer and I said that was just fine with us, take your time.

  We watched as Tara got to her feet and made her way through the living room, sliding the glass door, and stepping onto the patio. It wasn’t that she walked drunkenly and knocked things over. She was slow, hesitant.

  We saw her ease into the pool. Cool, sweet night air drifted in through the doorway. Tara didn’t splash around. She simply stood in the pool and absorbed the sensuous water, air, sounds, and scents.

  Us dudes were content to stay in the living room and just watch her and the night sky.

  After a bit, she climbed out of the pool, dripping, and returned into the bungalow. She didn’t stop to get a towel to dry off. Dripping, she came at us a different woman. A revived woman. One who strode confidently, like a stripper marching on stage. But Tara’s stripping had already been done. Her hair was wet, slicked straight back. Water dropped from her breasts, arms, legs.

  Without saying a word, Tara knelt before us. She lifted my semi-soft cock with her tongue and put the whole thing in her mouth. I had softened while she was in the pool. But I quickly responded to her fellatio.

  After I was hard, Tara released me and took Kiefer’s cock into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around my rod and steadily pumped it while she blew Kiefer. Her coordination was improving. She sucked him and jerked me at the same time. Smoothly for both.

  Then she switched, and I saw that Kiefer was also hard again. The night and pool ha
d revived Tara. She revived our dicks. She switched once more, so that both of us had two turns inside her mouth.

  “Mmm,” Tara said. “My boys are back in business. Why don’t you two go lie down.”

  We did as ordered. Side-by-side buddies on the bed, our erections standing proudly. As we had been several hours earlier, when Tara had given us our first back-and-forth blowjobs. But this time, she had already given us head.

  What was she up to now?

  My girlfriend slid, cat-like, up my body and kissed my lips. She guided my cock to her pussy. She lowered herself, straddling me, and giving a long moan.

  “Oh yeah,” she gasped. “That’s what I want. Mmm-hmm.”

  She rode me steadily, looking down at me, then over at Kiefer, who stroked himself. Her boobs jiggled. But the ride didn’t last very long. She was off me and on top of Kiefer, impaling herself on his cock.

  It was another back and forth. Which was fine with me. Let her sample each dick for awhile, and then switch.

  That was exactly what she did. She rode both of us stallions. Sometimes, she sat up straight, squeezing her breasts and moaning to the ceiling. Other times, she leaned toward the face of the man underneath her, bucking her hips so that she could more vigorously hump the pole inside her. These times, her tits were easily in reach, so Kiefer or I reached up and held them. And we could pull her down further, bringing her nipples closer to be sucked.

  It was delirious. From the slapping of skin, to the men’s grunts, to Tara’s panting, to the sweat beading on all of us. Back and forth, she went, from one cock to the other. Throwing in a quick stroke or quick suck here and there before climbing aboard.

  Once, I touched her clitoris with my thumb and began to rub.

  “No,” Tara replied, pushing my hand away. “I’m all done with that for now. Just your cock, honey. Just this beautiful cock.”

  Eventually, she was done with riding. She slipped off Kiefer and lay down between him and me. She looked less like the confident, revived tigress who came in from the pool—and more like the exhausted woman after Kiefer and I had given her double oral loving.

  “I’ve got to rest,” she said. “You boys wore me out. But I still need your cocks. How ’bout we switch positions?”

  “Doggy-style again?” Kiefer asked, hopeful.

  Tara thought for a moment. “Um, let’s try missionary.”

  I wasn’t about to let Kiefer beat me to it, so I climbed aboard my girlfriend and pushed my dick inside her pussy. Tara reached toward Kiefer and pumped his dick with her fist.

  “I want two cocks inside me again,” Tara told him. “Slide over here, big boy.”

  Didn’t have to ask him twice. He knelt next to her face, and then her wish was filled. As was her mouth. It seemed to be an awkward angle with her neck. Kiefer, thinking quickly, got a pillow and slid it underneath Tara’s head, raising it a little. Now, she could bob her head sideways.

  I noticed again that she still could only go down to the middle of his shaft. It was thick piece of meat, and her lips stretched wide around it. I watched him stuff her mouth with his cock as I pumped her pussy.

  Odd that it felt like I was in a porno and watching one at the same time. And, just like earlier, I had a front-row seat. Well, I wasn’t actually sitting, since I was fucking Tara in missionary. But the mouth-fucking was right in front of me.

  Kiefer’s face got all screwed up. I had grown used to that expression, after seeing it twice today. He backed up, squelched out of Tara’s mouth, and took over with his hand. Still the polite guy. He didn’t want to come in her mouth.

  “Come on me,” Tara urged. “Come on me, baby.”

  He jerked for a few strokes, then popped come on her tits. His load shot onto both of Tara’s breasts, leaving several creamy shapes.

  I remembered coming on her tits, when she had ridden Kiefer in the patio. Our first fuck of the day. Then I remembered coming in her mouth as she received Kiefer’s plowing from behind. Our second fuck.

  The excitement got too much, and I’m sure my face got all screwed up, too.

  “Fill me up, baby,” Tara said to me. “Fill me up with your come.”

  I did. It felt so fucking good to be inside her warmth as come pulsed through my cock, and the orgasm pulsed through my body. I didn’t have to be polite like Kiefer to avoid coming inside her. Spurt after spurt shot into Tara’s welcoming pussy.

  When I was all spent, my limp cock slipped from her lovely grip, and I stepped back to enjoy the scene.

  All three of us glowed with pleasure. Our pleasure carried us out to the patio and into the pool, where Tara had revived herself earlier. The night revived us, but not for more sex. We simply soaked in the luscious water of the pool and the night air and the scent of the tropical plants around us. In the distance, the ocean sparkled with moonlight and never stopped rippling.

  We sipped champagne and laughed and talked about sex, relationships, and the joy of pleasure. Kiefer repeated how much we’d like the Strathmore Club and encouraged us to be his guests.

  “At the very least,” he said, “it’s got a bigger pool than this.”

  “Oh, this is just the right size,” Tara said. Her hands pushed waves of pool water toward her chest, then she cupped her boobs.

  One had to wonder: Was she just talking about the pool—or was she standing up for my cock, which wasn’t as big as Kiefer’s? Or was she thinking of Julie’s tits, which were bigger than hers?

  I also wondered if Tara bringing up Julie at dinner was a reaction to her screaming for Kiefer’s monster cock during our second session of sex. Evie Stevie, she had said at dinner. She had been purposeful in saying that I should have Julie and her jugs.

  And then, she had gushed about enjoying my cock during our last fuck. Maybe she wanted to boost my confidence about my size.

  But that was all a guess. And it really didn’t matter that night on that patio. Those theories could wait for another day.

  “I’ll be right back, boys,” she said, excusing herself as she climbed out of the pool and walked into the bungalow.

  When she didn’t come right back, Kiefer and I grew curious.

  “Maybe she’s having some fun by herself,” Kiefer suggested.

  We went to investigate, see if she was in bed and enjoying her own hand. But no. Tara was asleep on the bed. She probably came into the bungalow to pee, and then she ended up passing out on the bed. Her face wore such a peaceful expression that Kiefer and I tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking her. We tiptoed back to the living room, shutting the bedroom door behind us.

  “That’s my cue,” Kiefer said.

  Nodding, I was relieved to have this day winding down. I was glad to have done it and given a volcanic amount of ecstasy to Tara. But, now that the day was done, I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. I hoped my relief wasn’t obvious to Kiefer.

  I said, “Thank you so much for easing us into this. You’re a total pro.”

  “Hey, glad to help,” Kiefer said. “I had a wonderful time today. You’re a lucky man, you know that? That’s some lady in there.”

  “One in a million,” I agreed.

  With that, Kiefer got dressed. We shook hands by the door. We thanked each other again, such polite guys, and Kiefer drove off.

  When we had planned this weekend, I invited him to stay overnight. But he said he’d rather depart at night and leave us to ourselves the next day. Probably a good idea. The guy knew what he was doing.

  Since he was gone, Tara and I would wake up as a couple tomorrow, and we’d talk about this new experience in our swingers’ exploration. We’d talk about us. We’d enjoy each other again. We’d enjoy this luxurious bungalow until it was time to check out.

  I went back to the patio, sat down, and drank a beer. As I watched the Atlantic sparkle in moonlight, images floated in my mind. Tara’s face when Kiefer walked onto the patio and surprised her, starting off the threesome
time. Tara’s face as Kiefer slowly fucked her in the pool. Tara’s face as she sucked my dick and Kiefer rocked her from behind. Tara on top of me, bucking wildly.

  Then images from Valentine’s night: Tara and Claire’s faces as they got each other off in the restaurant booth. Tara watching me as Claire swallowed my come in the booth. Tara and Claire loving each other on the couch at the apartment. The two ladies sucking my cock and receiving my spurts of come.

  Then images from the holiday party: Tara and I humping on the couch, other people watching us. Kiefer easing his thick sausage into Tara for the first time, her body bent over the dining room table. Tara humping the Latin Lover on the couch. Me fucking Claire on the coffee table. The feeling of Julie’s tits when I squeezed them. The feeling of Betty’s pussy when she was bent over the dining table. The feeling of her ass when I fucked it. Tara’s face as she accepted my come-shot on her tits.

  It was a whirlwind of images and memories of sensations. They were wild times, all right. Times that I never thought I’d have. Not in my craziest dreams and fantasies.

  I drank beer, looked at the ocean, and I wondered what other wild times were ahead.

  Chapter 4. The Strathmore Club

  The pool area at the Strathmore Club was far better than anything I had imagined. Don’t get me wrong—I have a pretty good imagination. Ever since Kiefer told us about the Strathmore Club, I envisioned what the club would be like. I pictured lots of palm trees, various pools, waterfalls. And, of course, loads of beautiful naked people.

  But that was mere imagination.

  The real thing demolished the movies in my brain because it was real. My imagination had grander visions, with a tropical paradise complete with lots and lots of gorgeous naked babes, and they performed my every whim. Those were fantasies, however, and they would have to stay inside my head.

  But this? This was real.

  Real as all the skin that was everywhere. Breasts and pussies and dicks and asses were all over the place. Men and women sunbathed on chaise lounges. They chatted, read books, ate at patio tables. They did what people do around a resort pool.