Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  My girlfriend also stuck to her word.

  She kissed me and left to find a good man to fill her needs.

  My masseuse led me to another room and told me to stretch while she went to get a smoothie from the restaurant downstairs. I had asked the masseuse if she thought another smoothie would help me, and she said it was a great idea—so she left to get it.

  Wonderful service here, from a handjob to smoothie retrieving.

  This new room had just one massage table—it was meant for solo runs instead of couples. Also, there was a thick mat on the floor and pillows lined against the wall. I wondered: Was this room used for yoga, or some kind of Tantric sex teaching? I had no clue.

  I reminded myself to follow my masseuse’s orders. I had to force myself to do various stretches, since a large part of me was still in that dreamy world—where I’d been during my massage. But that world was slowly fading away as reality returned.

  The masseuse also returned. She gave me the All-Day Woody smoothie, and I took a long drink. The lunch smoothie had been citrus; this was berry.

  “I’m impressed you drank one of these earlier,” the masseuse said. “And this new one should help you get your sexual strength back.”

  “Love the sound of that,” I said.

  “It’s good that you’re already into natural energy. That’s something the club emphasizes. Good health, not just for your body, but your mind, too.”

  “Sex is great for both.”

  The masseuse said, “I completely agree. Now, let’s get you on the table and unblock your energies. Sit on the edge.” She patted the table.

  I took another long drink of the berry smoothie and sat on the table. My legs hung down. I felt a little like I was at a doctor’s office. Difference was that I liked this doctor and her medicine.

  The masseuse sat on a stool in front of me, and she spread my thighs. She was eye level with my dick—perfect for blowing me. Actually, that might’ve been enough to get me hard again. Her talk of unblocking energy sounded nice, but a good blowjob would probably have done the trick.

  However, instead of sucking my cock, she began rubbing my balls.

  “This will stimulate semen production,” she said.

  “Great,” I said. “I want to produce lots of semen.”

  She grinned. “You like big come-shots, huh?”

  “Yeah, I really do.”

  Laughing, she massaged my taint. “You and every other man here. I have to admit, I enjoy watching ejaculation. The body is a wondrous thing. Your penis and testes are just one of the many wondrous mechanisms inside of you. I mean, your body generates semen and holds it ready for when it’s used. Isn’t that amazing? And when your semen comes out, it bursts with an incredible force. It spurts up like a spring in the earth, giving its life-creating juices.”

  I blinked at her. “That’s really hot how you describe it.”

  She grinned up at me. “What can I say? I like watching a guy ejaculate after I rub him to orgasm.”

  “God, I love it here.”

  She laughed again. “Good. I hope you join the club. You could use regular massages and handjobs. They’re a part of a healthy lifestyle.” She stood up. “And now, you could use some acupuncture. Why don’t you finish your smoothie, then you can lie down.”

  I did as I was told. Drained the All-Day Woody shake. Let those stamina herbs work their magic. Then I stretched out on the massage table, on my back. My limp dick lay to the side. I was filled with hope that it would grow nice and hard again, so I could keep up my bargain with Julie.

  My masseuse turned into an acupuncturist. Her method was mesmerizing. She stuck long, thin needles into various places on my body. Okay, stuck sounds harsh. She gently eased the needles into my skin.

  “The idea,” she said, “is that energy flows through your body in various channels. It’s not blood in your veins. This is different. The Chinese call this energy chi. And the idea is that chi can get blocked in the channels. These needles will unblock your chi. So, after this, you’ll have energy flowing fully all over you. All the way down here.” Her fingertip touched my dickhead.

  “I like that idea,” I said.

  “The best thing you can do is close your eyes and breathe deeply and relax. Okay?”

  “Got it.”

  I took one more look at my body turning into a pincushion, then closed my eyes. The needles didn’t hurt at all. And sometimes, the masseuse also pushed on a pressure point with her finger. She had already rubbed out the knots in my muscles, so this didn’t hurt either.

  My brain returned to a dreamy state. Visions of sex rolled in my mind, like movies. Scenes that I had witnessed earlier in the pool area. Scenes of me with busty Julie and my girlfriend, as I fucked those phenomenal tits. Then scenes of my first episode, when I switched back and forth between Ashley and Wanda.

  I didn’t purposefully think about these scenes. They simply floated into view. These events burned bright, and they were at the top of my memory. After all, these events didn’t happen every day. Not to me, at least.

  A touch on my dickhead pushed these visions into the background. At first, I thought it was part of another scene in my dream. But the wet touch continued. I realized it was too real to be a dream.

  My eyes fluttered open to see the masseuse kissing my cock. The needles were all gone from my body. She grinned and arched her eyebrows a couple of times. Like a hey big boy, check this out kind of gesture. Her tongue licked the length of my shaft. I was still limp. The masseuse took my whole cock in her mouth.

  I started to grow. It was unmistakable: A new erection was being born. Hope flickered in me.

  After holding me for several seconds in her mouth, the masseuse released my cock. She said, “I rarely do that. Like I told you, it’s frowned upon for us staff to do that kind of stuff. But I like you. You’re a gentle soul.”

  “How can you tell?” I asked.

  “I just know. I learn a lot about someone when I massage them. And I saw how you responded to your girlfriend. So, yeah, I like you. And I want you to succeed. You promised Julie that you’d have intercourse with her, right?”

  “Yeah. Her words were ‘I want you to pound the fuck out of me.’ I really hope I can do just that.”

  Smiling, the masseuse replied, “I’m sure you’ll be able to.”

  With that, she took all of my shaft back into her mouth. Her lips pressed against my body. My dick grew in her warm, wet mouth. She hummed for a little bit. Then she backed up—very slowly—with my cock inching out of her mouth.

  “There,” she said proudly. “You’re ready.”

  “Oh my God,” I breathed. “Thank you so much. I wasn’t sure I could get hard again so quickly.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got lots of energy surging through you. You just need to focus it.”

  I had to chuckle. “I think you focused it for me.”

  The masseuse nodded. “I’m glad you trusted me. Now, I need to put some sunscreen on you. It’s really bright out there.”

  She rubbed sunscreen lotion on my front and back—like Tiffany did to me that morning. The smell of coconuts filled the room. I took this chance to check out my body for marks from the needles. Thankfully, I didn’t see any.

  When the masseuse was done applying sunscreen, she gave my dickhead a big, wet kiss.

  “Just don’t tell on me, okay?” she asked with a grin.

  “Not a chance,” I replied.

  “Good. Now go. Go and live up to your promise to Julie. And think about joining the club. I want to see if I can get a bigger ejaculation out of you next time.”

  After I hugged her, I walked down the stairs, with my cock bouncing on each step. It looked the same size—but for some reason, it felt huge. Relief flooded through me, as I could now keep up my end of the deal with Julie. What’s more, I felt full of energy. Much different than immediately after the massage, when I was completely relaxed.
Now, energy bounded in me. Maybe there was something to those acupuncture needles.

  When I opened the door to the outside, sunshine blinded me for several seconds. Gradually, details of the pool area came into focus.

  It was kind of funny. All my worry over being able to have another erection after the masseuse’s handjob? All of that concern was probably groundless.

  I probably just needed a bit of rest, and then return to the pool area.

  It’s not that I didn’t appreciate all of the masseuse’s assistance. Her acupuncture, the woody smoothie, the testicle massage to stimulate semen production, and the short blowjob were very appreciated. But they might not have been necessary.

  I remembered movies of ancient Rome, where people in togas partied on some rich guy’s estate. White columns, big pools, ornate fountains. People being fed grapes. That sort of thing. Strathmore’s pool area made me think of that. These people were modern-day hedonistic gods and goddesses.

  It’s not that every single one of them was fucking. Actually, most people were simply having fun. Lounging in the sun. Reading a book. Swimming in the pool. Talking with friends. Eating healthy food.

  However, the members who were not involved in typical resort activities were busy sucking or fucking. These couples indulged in the beauty, passion, and pleasure of sex. Also, there was a threesome, with two guys thrusting their dicks into a woman.

  I most certainly enjoyed all that the masseuse did for me. But this scene probably would’ve been plenty to inspire another erection. Just as the thought of the club had inspired my erection, back when Tara and I first arrived that morning.

  Tara. My girlfriend.

  Had she found a man to fuck? My first thought was muscular Derek, since she had eyes for him earlier.

  I scanned around to find her, expecting to see her underneath Derek, with her legs spread wide. But, if not Derek, then some other guy was with her—since she had been seriously horny for cock.

  I spotted Julie first. She was sitting nearby at a table in the shade with two other ladies. Julie’s hair had dried, lightened to its usual sandy color. One of the other ladies was Trisha, the energetic brunette from earlier that day—she and Tara had a grand time eating each other. She still wore a ponytail and a cheerful expression. The other woman was gorgeous, with long, blonde hair. A great rack. Rock-star sunglasses of brown lenses fading into black.

  I approached the table, proud of my erection. I wasn’t embarrassed by it, like I was that morning. I said, “Hey Julie. Hey Trisha.”

  “Well, hello there,” replied Julie. She smiled at my erection. “I see you’re rarin’ to go.”

  “I keep my promises.”

  “I hoped so.” She looked quite pleased.

  The gorgeous blonde spoke up: “Julie, honey, what did you make this man promise?”

  “Steve, why don’t you tell her?” Julie instructed.

  “I promised to pound the fuck out of her. And I will.”

  “Mmm,” the blonde purred. “I like your confidence.”

  “And I like your body,” I replied. “I’m Steve.” I extended my right hand.

  “Vivian.” Instead of shaking my hand, she lightly grasped my cock and shook it gently, making me jump in surprise. “And I like your cock. Is your little party exclusive, or can I join in?”

  I said, “I’m afraid it’s just Julie and me. A promise is a promise.”

  I wanted to invite gorgeous Vivian to our little party—but more than that, I wanted to keep in Julie’s good graces. Julie was way too hot and nice to disappoint, especially now that we were getting to know each other on a much more intimate level.

  “I understand,” Vivian said and let go of my dick. “Another time, I hope. I dearly enjoy fucking fresh meat. And Julie has told us that you know how to use your meat.”

  The idea of these women discussing me blew me away. I’m sure they talked, maybe gossiped, about many things over their healthy lunch. But me? I loved that I was one of the subjects they chatted about.

  Julie giggled, probably from my reaction. She said, “It’s true. I was impressed by the tit-fuck you gave me. You lasted a good, long time. And didn’t you fuck my mouth somewhere in there, too?”

  “Uh-huh,” I replied. “I’d love to do it another time. Maybe Tara would be up for it, too.”

  Julie giggled again. “I’d like that. Maybe even a date with just you two. No distractions.”

  The idea stunned me. Having Julie over to our apartment, like Claire? It seemed too good to be possible. But then, so did this club. And yet, here it was—in its blissful glory.

  But I reminded myself I had been looking for my girlfriend. I asked, “Has any of you seen Tara around?”

  “Sure have,” Julie said. “Look up on stage 1.” She nodded in that direction.

  On the stage, Derek was standing and actually holding a woman, cradling her ass cheeks and bouncing her on his cock. The muscular guy was pulling off a standing fuck. The woman’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders. Her face was buried in his neck. Her brunette hair flopped with the fucking.

  Brunette hair. The same length and color of Tara. Yeah, that was Tara up there. Bouncing on Derek’s cock. So the two had hooked up.

  I remembered Tara’s excited face as she talked with Derek, back when we were eating lunch with Tiffany. Their interest in each other was unmistakable.

  I had to admit: The standing position was impressive. I couldn’t hold Tara like that. Well, maybe for just a minute. But not long. I was simply not as strong as Derek.

  Jealousy and thrills spread through me. Mixed emotions, like when I had seen Kiefer fuck my girlfriend. Jealousy because the man had something I didn’t—a really thick cock. With Derek, I was jealous of his muscles. And this envy jumbled together with the thrill of seeing Tara get pleasure. The kind of pleasure I couldn’t give her.

  Maybe, if I hit the gym hard, I could work myself up to Derek’s level. Maybe someday, I could bounce her in my arms in a standing position.

  “What do you think?” Vivian asked. “Pretty wild, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted. “That dude’s strong.”

  “I’ve ridden that ride before,” Vivian said. “And his standing 69 is wild, too. The man’s a total stud.”

  “Steve can hold his own,” Julie countered to Vivian. Then Julie then turned to me and said, “C’mon, Steve. You’ve made me wait long enough. I want that big, hard cock in me.”

  I beamed at her compliment and eagerness. “Let’s do it, baby.”

  “Good. The other stage is open.”

  That would be the second stage, near the one that Derek and Tara were using.

  As Julie and I walked around lounge chairs toward the empty stage, it hit me that my girlfriend was actually on stage. It wasn’t like every single person around the pool was watching her. This wasn’t Broadway. But some people were clearly admiring the action up there—of my girlfriend getting fucked.

  More emotions complicated the mix inside me. I was impressed by Derek’s ability to complete the difficult standing fuck. His biceps and forearm muscles bulged from the strain. He grunted each time he hoisted Tara’s butt with his wide hands. Now I could make out his shaft shoving into Tara’s pussy—another man’s cock inside of my girlfriend. The twinge of bitterness in me was sharp, but short lived.

  A mental flash: Back at the Christmas party, when Tara rode the lap of that Latin guy on the sofa.

  Here was the same view of her butt, with a dick thrusting into her pussy. The same line of her butt crack leading down to a nut sack. Derek’s firm, brownish purple nut sack jiggled a little as Tara’s white ass hopped up and down above it. His balls were hairless, like Kiefer’s.

  Bald-smooth seemed to be a style with the testicles that I had seen at Strathmore. Same with the pussy lips I had seen. All were bald-smooth.

  Another emotion sparked in me: A wave of nervousness. When I walked up the steps to the empty stage, I re
alized that I was also going to be on view. I was about to become another spectacle for the club. Was this a rite of passage for newbies? Tara was on stage. Did this other stage just so happened to be empty? Was it waiting for me to fill it?

  Ah, fuck it. I told myself to roll with it.

  That was easy to do when Julie kissed me, smiled, then lay on her back on our stage’s bed. When Julie spread her legs open, I stared at her pussy for a few seconds. Beautiful. Sure, her tits got a lot of attention. They deserved it. But her pussy was also beautiful.

  I sank on my knees to show it appreciation. Get to know it better. Kiss it. Lick it. Lap at it like a cat with milk. Her pussy soon became dewy. Moans came from above, from beyond her stomach and tit mountains, which were being eagerly clutched by Julie herself.

  Thoughts kept popping in my mind of the people around us. I tried to boost my confidence. Those people had watched me earlier, when I had fucked Julie’s tits. They had already seen me in action. But being on the stage raised up the attention a notch.

  I tried to get that nagging worry to shut up and focus on the task in front of me. The task of licking Julie’s yummy pussy. Which, thankfully, she was clearly enjoying. I dearly wanted to give this wonderful woman lots and lots of pleasure.

  Thump!

  The sound make me whip around, look toward the other stage. Tara was now on her feet. She had disembarked from Derek’s strong cradling. The two of them kissed for a moment. Then Tara slid to her knees and began the unmistakable head nodding of giving head.

  Hands ruffled my hair. I whipped back around. Julie was sitting up. Her hefty boobs dangled. Her face was close to mine.

  “I want your cock in me,” she said in a low, thick voice. “I want to you pay your end of the deal.”

  I nodded. The image of Tara giving head faded to the back of my mind. “You got it,” I said.

  As I stood up, Julie lay back down. I eased my cock into her, found that the inside of her pussy was slippery wet. The outside of it had become very moist from my licking. And now, I got to enjoy the moist inside. She felt sensational. I pushed slowly, filling her up and enjoying the feel of her pussy. Her face looking up at me was clearly pleased.