Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  Speaking of Ashley, she was pretty loud as I pumped into her. I bet she was riding the thrill of the orgasm from my oral. I leaned down and cupped her tits in my hands and squeezed as I kept drilling. They were great tits—not as big as Julie’s, but nice tits nevertheless. It was unfair to compare them to Julie’s, since Julie probably had the best rack here.

  A touch on my ass made me jump. What the fuck? I straightened up and turned my torso—still keeping my dick inside Ashley—and saw Wanda standing next to me.

  A wide grin was on her face. Her hand slid down my butt to cup my balls.

  “Mmm,” Wanda said. “These are fun.”

  “Uh, thanks,” I replied. What else was I supposed to say to that?

  She rolled my balls with her fingers. “I’d really like them in my mouth.”

  Before I could respond, Wanda knelt down to fucking level, so that her face was inches away from my cock in Ashley’s cunt. Wanda’s right hand slipped between Ashley’s legs. I could feel her fingers on Ashley’s pussy. With my cock in there, I felt the fingering pressure.

  “Oh yeah, lover boy,” Ashley cooed. She thought those were my fingers.

  Wanda had made a request, so I figured I’d better grant it. I pulled out of Ashley’s pussy and swiveled my body. Since Wanda was so close, my dickhead tapped her on the cheek.

  Wanda laughed and said, “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” Her left hand let go of my nuts, and she took my cock in her mouth.

  “Hey, what’s going on?” Ashley asked, looking back at us and getting her answer right away—she saw exactly what was going on. “Oh, it’s you,” she said to Wanda. Then she looked up at me. “You better get back in soon.”

  “Don’t worry,” I replied. “Gimme a minute. This feels awesome.”

  “Better than my mouth?” Ashley asked.

  Uh-oh. I back-pedaled quickly. “Not at all. I love both of your mouths.”

  “That’s more like it,” Ashley said with a grin.

  I pulled back, exiting from Wanda’s mouth, swiveled back, and re-entered Ashley’s pussy. Wanda frowned and Ashley expressed her gratitude. I noticed that Wanda’s fingers were still rubbing Ashley’s clitoris. I felt them as I fucked Ashley and delighted in her plush cunt.

  “Don’t worry,” I said down to Wanda. “Gimme a minute.”

  She did. As she waited, she massaged my balls from under my ass and rubbed Ashley’s clit. Her hand coordination impressed me.

  After pounding Ashley for several seconds, I rewarded Wanda’s patience by pulling out of Ashley and presenting my cock again. Wanda smiled and swallowed my shaft. She gave me some good head bobs, then released me.

  “Now for these boys,” she said, and then tilted my dick up and dove underneath to suck my nuts in her mouth.

  My God, it felt good. All of it did. From Ashley’s mouth to her pussy to Wanda’s mouth.

  I looked around me, at all the club members, and exalted in my status of one man enjoying two hot chicks.

  I also checked on my girlfriend. Just in time to see Tara arch her back and cry out in bliss. Kiefer was still behind her, heaving away at her. Underneath her was Trisha, her arm stretched to between Tara’s legs. So Tara was being fucked and rubbed.

  Wanda released my nuts and sucked my cock again. Not for long, though, as she let me go and directed my dick back inside Ashley. So now, Ashley joined Tara in also being fucked and rubbed. She was loud in moaning her appreciation. And then, they cried out in orgasm—first Tara, and then soon followed by Ashley. It was gorgeous to hear all those blissed-out cries. I loved it.

  It was so intense, my own orgasm loomed very close. A memory image flashed: Kiefer at the bungalow, pulling out when he came. It seemed the polite swinger thing to do, since not every woman wants you to come inside her.

  I gave Ashley a few solid poundings, then pulled out of her pussy. My hand jerked my shaft, aiming for her lower back.

  Wanda held my hips and twisted me, so that I faced her. She pulled away my hand and replaced it with her own and pumped away at my dick and opened her mouth wide. I burst with a few white spurts launching into her mouth and onto her tongue. All the while, I stared down in amazement at my new friend gleefully accepting my shots of come.

  I felt like a god of sex again. The first time was back on Valentine’s Day, during the threesome with my girlfriend and Claire. When both of those hot ladies gave me a blowjob, I felt like a total stud, a god of sex. That same sensation burst in my heart and head again. A god of sex with two beauties: Ashley bent over, just fucked by me, and Wanda knelt before me, receiving my come.

  Damn, it was beautiful!

  Then it hit me: This was the place where gods and goddesses of sex got together. They were all around me. All were majestic in this carnival of pleasure and lust. I had actually climbed way up, to the Mount Olympus of hedonism.

  When my spurts of semen stopped, Wanda clasped my dick in her mouth again and held me for a few moments. The warmth was nice and tender as my orgasm calmed. Then she let me go and wiped the come from next to her lips and licked her finger. She stood up and kissed me with my come lingering on her breath.

  “Thanks,” I groaned. “That was insane.”

  She smiled. “Glad to do it. Fresh meat always tastes so good.” Wanda turned toward Kiefer and said, “Hey Kiefer, got anything left for me?”

  On the next lounge chair, Tara was no longer being fucked by Kiefer. Instead, she was laying on top of Trisha. They were kissing. Kiefer was standing next to his wife, sucking on her tits, and then he looked over at Wanda.

  “You got it, babe,” Kiefer said with a smile.

  “Go get her, tiger,” Tiffany said, and let go of Kiefer’s dick—which she had been petting.

  Wanda kissed me again and said, “Time to ride the beast. It was fun sucking your beast. See ya around.”

  With that, Wanda directed Kiefer to sit on the lounge chair. Then she sat on him, easing his meat into her. I bet he was popular here, due to that thick cock of his. And he was one of the owners of the club, so maybe that led to more tail, too. Of course, I had nothing to complain about—not after getting busy with the two ladies.

  I looked over at Tara and Trisha on the next lounge chair. Tara was smiling at me as Trisha (who was underneath) suckled her nipples.

  “Did you have fun?” Tara asked me.

  “Hell yeah. And I know you had fun, too.” I nodded at Kiefer.

  “He’s a good fuck, all right,” Tara said. Then she looked at Trisha and said, “Speaking of good, this honey can seriously lick some good pussy.”

  Trisha beamed at her. “Thanks, babe. Glad to please.”

  Tara turned back to me and asked, “Hey, do you see Julie around?”

  Julie. So, my girlfriend was still on a mission to hook me up with the busty beauty, as a favor to me after she had been fucked by Kiefer in our bungalow threesome. Tit for tat. Julie’s big tits for Kiefer’s big dick.

  I checked the volleyball court, in case she went back there to play another game. Nope. I scanned the crowd in the pool area, where many people swam, lounged, ate, and fucked on the bed-stages. Unfortunately, no Julie.

  “No, I don’t see her,” I said.

  Tara said, “You need some time to recuperate anyway. You want to go get something to eat and get your strength back?”

  It was a good idea. Even if Julie suddenly appeared, I couldn’t fuck her with my limp noodle. But I could’ve certainly had fun with her body, though. The idea of touching that lush body again—like I did a little bit at the Christmas party—excited the hell out of me. I could’ve had fun with her tits and pussy for plenty of time to get hard again.

  Still, energizing food sounded like a great plan.

  “Good idea,” I said to Tara. “Want to join me?”

  “Umm.” She looked again at Trisha, who was still sucking her tits. Then Tara turned back to me. “Could you go awhile without me? This bitch is too good to leave r
ight now.”

  Trisha released Tara’s nipple, saying, “Bitch? I’ll show you bitch.” Trisha’s hand snaked down, to Tara’s crotch, and began rubbing her pussy.

  “Oh God,” Tara moaned.

  “You better stay,” I said. “You’re having too much fun. Catch up with you later, honey.” I went over and kissed her on the lips and winked at Trisha and said to her, “Treat her right, okay?”

  Trisha winked back, and I headed on my way toward the main building.

  “Wait up,” a voice said to my side.

  I spun. It was Tiffany. Kiefer’s wife. Great rack and all.

  “Hi there,” she said. “May I join you?”

  I was glad for the company. Although something told me that I wouldn’t be alone for long. Not in this place.

  “Of course,” I answered

  “How about we eat outside?” Tiffany asked. “That way, you can better see what’s going on out here.”

  I liked that idea a lot, and we found an available patio table with an umbrella giving us relief from the sun.

  Sitting down gave me a moment to take in the layout of the pool area, rather than just look at the hot nakedness of the club members. Rows of lounge chairs started at the pool. Beyond them were patio tables with people eating. The tables were next to the main building, which had a café on the ground level. Some people were eating inside, maybe to take a break from the Florida sunshine.

  Tiffany suggested that I order a lunch of lean protein, vegetables, and a fruit smoothie. “It sounds like a chick meal, I know,” she said. “But it’s going to help you a lot more than a beer and cheeseburger. Believe me. You’re going to need the energy. You don’t want to get sluggish.”

  I told her that sounded like great advice.

  A cute waitress took our order. I realized—again—that the wait staff were the only ones wearing clothes. They wore white tank tops and tan shorts or skirts. Guy waiters showed off biceps while women waitresses showed off toned arms. The bartender behind the tiki bar mixed up the regulation white-and-tan uniform with a bright blue Hawaiian shirt.

  “I’m very glad you and Tara came today,” Tiffany said. “You guys are such a wonderful couple. It’s fun seeing you two enjoy yourselves.”

  I said, “I imagined this place, but it’s nothing like that. This place is fantastic. I never would’ve guessed this even existed.”

  Tiffany nodded. “That’s how we like it. Not everyone agrees with our philosophy. We think our bodies are beautiful. Sex is beautiful.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at her. “I’m with you there.”

  Tiffany, returning my smile, replied, “Here at Strathmore, we celebrate that beauty of our bodies and sex. But we keep it private, to keep it away from those who don’t agree.”

  “Well, you certainly have plenty of people who feel the same way as you do.”

  “Sure do. And we love having them together. It’s just beautiful.” Tiffany seemed like a proud creator as she looked over the pool area, like an artist gazing proudly at her painting.

  Then Tiffany turned to me and put up her index finger with her next point. “But the one thing you have to remember is never butt into someone’s lovemaking. Never join in unless you’re invited. Of course, you can ask to join in, but never just shove yourself into an opening.”

  “Sounds like a perfectly good rule,” I said. “Politeness counts.”

  “It sure does.”

  When our lunches appeared, we dug into the grilled salmon, salad, and pineapple/orange smoothies. The food was delicious and fresh. I bet Tiffany had the right idea—this food was sure to keep me performing much better than fatty food and beer.

  My smoothie was called the All-Day Woody. It contained ginseng, zinc, yohimbe, and horny goat weed, in addition to the fruits. Sounded a bit funny. I mean, horny goat weed? But I figured it couldn’t hurt. Hopefully, the smoothie would live up to its name. This was most certainly the time and place for an all-day woody.

  I looked around the pool area for all the honeys that I could’ve fucked with that kind of stamina. There were lots of luscious candidates I would’ve loved to try.

  A guy wearing shorts and t-shirt walked by, and Tiffany waved him over. “Derek,” she called out. He approached us, smiling at Tiffany. She said, “Hey Derek, here’s someone I want you to meet. Steve, this is Derek. Derek, Steve.”

  We shook hands and said our good-to-meet-yous. I wondered why Tiffany would want me to meet this guy, who didn’t seem to be a member, since he was wearing clothes. Did she think I wanted to experiment with a guy?

  “Join us for a minute,” Tiffany said to Derek, and he sat down at our table.

  “I can’t join you for lunch,” he said. “I have a job that I’m almost finished. I want to get that done, so I can go for a swim.”

  “Working on a Saturday?” Tiffany asked. “That’s dedication.” She turned to me and said, “Steve, Derek is our handyman. A little while ago, he was just like you. New to our club. Both of you walked in here with stars in your eyes, and your dicks were as hard as sticks of dynamite.”

  “Nice analogy,” I said.

  “Hey, you both have great cocks. Awhile back, Derek was a guest for a day, and he fell in love with the place. He had a dead-end job back then. But one of our members—Vivian—asked the partners if we could offer Derek a position.”

  “Yeah,” Derek said. “They’re the nicest people in the world. I mean, I was working at a toll booth when they offered me this job. I had been in construction and injured my back pretty bad. But Tiffany and the other partners were nice enough to give me this job. And my back has really come a long way. I did physical therapy before, and it helped. But the gym here and exercise courses have really improved my back. Of course, the weekly massages don’t hurt either.”

  “All with happy endings, I presume,” added Tiffany.

  Derek grinned. “Some for me, yeah. And some have happy endings for the masseuses.”

  Tiffany smiled back. “Smart move.”

  “Least I can do.” Derek turned to me and said, “Dude, this place gave me a fresh start. I feel everything before this was a whole other lifetime. Now, I’ve got a great job, and I’m getting healthier and … well, let’s just say I don’t need to masturbate any more.”

  Tiffany laughed and looked very pleased about that. She said to me, “You see, Steve, this place is more than what you see here. We have a spa that offers massages, haircuts, manicures, pedicures, you name it. When Tara takes a break, I’d like to take her there and indulge her a bit.”

  “She’d love that,” I replied.

  “Who’s Tara?” Derek asked.

  As Tiffany told Derek who Tara was, I checked on her. Trisha was now on top, with her face at Tara’s pussy. Kiefer was behind Trisha, giving her the good stuff. That man had solid endurance today. Maybe it was due to lean protein and a stamina smoothie? Was the All-Day Woody working for him?

  “Derek,” Tiffany said, “do you have any advice for Steve as a newbie?”

  Derek thought for a moment, and then said, “Well, you’re eating the right food there. Good fuel’s going to help you keep going strong. And I’m guessing Tiffany already told you about rule numero uno? About not barging in on people while they’re gettin’ busy?”

  I nodded, yep.

  “That’s a big one,” Derek said. “You’ll get tossed out of here in no time if you disrespect people. The only other thing I’ll tell you is to give back the love. People here aren’t wild about selfishness. If you’re all about you, they’ll pick up on that in a second. But if you return the love, they’ll enjoy it. If a woman goes down on you, then you should go down on her. Simple as that. Sometimes, you’ll get lucky and a woman gives you a favor and doesn’t want anything in return. Trisha over there gave me an amazing blowjob my first time here. Said it was on the house. Completely blew my mind.”

  “Blew your cock and your mind,” Tiffany chimed in. “She’s a
generous woman. Look at her. She’s eating out Steve’s girlfriend and getting fucked by my husband. She’s generous and lucky. Oh, look. He’s about to come.”

  Clearly, Tiffany was proud of her husband. Seemed that she enjoyed him having pleasure. He was still standing behind Trisha, but now he was jerking his cock that was aimed over Trisha’s back. Actually, it was pointed at Tara’s face.

  I wondered: Was Kiefer’s come going to reach my girlfriend’s face? Was I going to be upset if some of his come landed on her cheeks or forehead?

  Back at the bungalow, Kiefer had shot his load on Tara’s tits. The images replayed in my mind. Tara had been on her back, getting fucked by me. At the same time, she was blowing Kiefer, who was crouching by her face. He had pulled out and jerked off on her tits. That didn’t make me upset—I was so much into the exhilaration of sex.

  But if Kiefer gave my girlfriend a facial here at Strathmore, in front of all these people, would that make me upset? I really didn’t know.

  I didn’t have to find out. Kiefer’s come-shot didn’t reach Tara’s face. His come sprayed onto Trisha’s lower back and butt cheeks. His face was all screwed up as the orgasm charged through him.

  Out of curiosity, I checked Tiffany’s face. Her reaction stayed the same: enjoyment over her husband’s pleasure.

  “That man’s a stud,” Derek pronounced.

  “He sure is,” Tiffany replied, looking delighted.

  The threesome was breaking up. Trisha and Tara stood, and each kissed Kiefer. Then the two ladies exchanged a few words and kissed. Trisha walked away, while Kiefer and Tara walked toward our little group at the patio table.

  Tiffany introduced Derek to Tara, and it was obvious that my girlfriend was immediately taken with him. And why not? Derek was a handsome dude with thick arms and chest. The guy was obviously muscular under that shirt.

  I wondered: Were they going to fuck? The idea—and my mental movie of them screwing—didn’t turn my stomach. Derek seemed like a good guy. Friendly. Cool. Didn’t seem like he was an asshole. I found myself being okay with him fucking my girlfriend.