Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  And jealousies.

  I admit it to myself: I’m jealous of Tara. She’s busy having fun with someone she lusts after. And I’m sitting in the darkness spying on a bunch of tourists having a great time around a camp fire on the beach.

  But I’ll have my turn. I smile at my mental image of Blondie sliding her hands over her jugs and squeezing them. Nipples poke between her fingers. She air kisses me.

  Yeah, I’ll have my turn. Now, it’s time to head back.

  The trip back is much quicker. Seems that way, at least. After the stretch of tropical plants and beach, I see the lights and buildings of Lujuria. I look for silhouettes of people in the sea. None. A patting sound makes me turn the other way. On the edge of the beach, just before the garden starts, there are silhouettes laying on the sand. The top silhouette is humping the bottom one, fucking in missionary position.

  They can’t be Tara and Ayana—unless a guy happened by and is now tagging one of the ladies. Or one of the ladies produced a strap-on dildo. But I’m guessing not. I left the two ladies further down the beach than this.

  The top silhouette stops humping and lays flat. Now it’s one big silhouette. They heard me or saw me. I don’t want to ruin their fun, so I walk faster away.

  I make it to the pathway that leads to the pool. Ah, there they are. Two silhouettes sitting on a bench. The figures become more detailed as I get closer.

  “Hi honey,” Tara says to me. She’s got a relaxed, post-orgasmic face. “We were worried that you were going to walk around the whole island.”

  Ayana simply smiles. Also looking very relaxed.

  “Nah,” I say. “Just a little stroll. How about all of us head up to the room?”

  “Not for me,” Ayana replies. “Sorry, mon, but I’m just not into men. No hard feelings, okay?”

  “Ah, that’s okay,” I say. “No hard feelings.” I’m disappointed, though.

  “I’m gonna head off,” Ayana says. “Leave you two to your honeymoon thing.” She turns to Tara and says, “Baby, you’re sweeter than rum. You’re a ninja with that tongue of yours.” She kisses my wife, stands, and turns to me. “You’ve got an amazing wife. You better treat her right.”

  Grinning, I say, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “You two have fun. And don’t make too much noise out here. Don’t want any one to catch you in the act.”

  “There’s another couple down the beach already going at it,” I say. “So, we’ll try to be quiet.”

  Ayana nods and takes off.

  “Another couple, huh?” Tara asks. “Did you join them? Since you were hard when you walked away.” She checks out my soft cock.

  “I thought about it, but there’s no way I’m doing that before I talk with you first. With all the stuff we’ve discussed.”

  “Thank you,” she says. “And thanks for giving me time with Ayana. She was yummy good. But now, I need some cock.” She scoots to me and swallows all of my soft noodle. Gently sucks for a few seconds, then lets me go and asks, “You didn’t jerk off on your walk, did you?”

  “Nope.”

  She swallows my hardening dick again, sucks, then releases me. “You didn’t find some cute bikini chick and fuck her, did you?”

  “Nope.”

  Another deep throat and release. I’m stiff as a surfboard now. “Then you have plenty left for me. ’Cause I need this in my pussy.”

  “Let’s go back to our room. The beach feels a little crowded with that other couple. And someone else might walk by.”

  “But I need you now.” She sucks me again.

  My mind races for possible places. Behind some bushes? In the sea? The outside shower stalls? Perfect. Between the beach and pool are a series of outside shower stalls. Their walls are white wooden slats. You can’t see through them. They’d be empty now.

  Tara and I slip into a stall and lock the door behind us. We hang our robes and beach towel on hooks. She sits on the bench, gives me head for a few more seconds, gets me as hard as possible. Then she stands, turns, and bends over.

  My wife has doggy-style on the mind.

  I’m happy to oblige her unspoken request. I’m relieved to sink my dick into her pussy. All that pent-up lust from caressing Tara and Ayana, then talking a walk with my boner in the breeze and my thoughts stuck on fucking.

  Relief had begun when Tara took me in her mouth, but she had let me go. Now, I’m deep in her cunt that’s fantastically wet and hot. My wife has an ocean between her legs. And I’m diving deep, plunging my cock as far as it can go.

  We try to be quiet. Low breaths are shoved out of us. The loudest sound is the pat-patting of my skin against hers. I could go slower, be quieter. But no fucking way. Not after swinging a frustrated erection down the beach. I need this pussy. Bad.

  Thankfully, I don’t have one of my marathon endurance sessions. Since beginning our swinging adventures, I often had an erection that lasted for awhile. You could chalk it up to sex with multiple partners. Or chalk it up to Strathmore’s All-Day Woody smoothies that I drank at every visit. Or chalk it up to more exercise, healthy foods, and vitamins. Mostly, I loved these marathon sessions. I could thrust into Tara, Julie, Trisha, Betty, Ashley, and other Strathmore hotties for good, long time. We’d be sweaty and exhausted by the time I came. It was a wonderful exhaustion.

  But a marathon boner doesn’t happen this time. My orgasm is a huge wave of relief. Bliss washes over me, from my balls to my toes and head. After I finish spurting, I slip out of Tara’s glowing sea of a pussy. She straightens up, turns, and kisses me.

  “I so needed that,” she whispers.

  I grin. “Yeah, I could tell. Ayana got you all worked up. You guys clearly had a great time.”

  “Sure did. But I just had a great time with this cock.” She pets my slippery, soft noodle. “Now it’s your turn. Tomorrow’s your pick, hubbie.”

  *****

  She knows. I swear she knows what I’m thinking. But how can that be?

  During the morning, the busty blonde has caught me watching her. I’ve probably been observing her too intently. Not only doesn’t she seem to mind, she looks to enjoy it. She likes an audience.

  She dispensed with her bikini top awhile ago. Might as well not have worn it to the pool. She drizzles suntan oil on her boobs and rubs it in. Checking to see that I’m watching. No air kisses this time, though. She rubs the oil all over her body, taking her sweet time doing it. Her boyfriend (or husband) helps her by putting the oil on her back, and her eyes dart over to me.

  Tara, lounging next to me, picks up on the whole thing. A wife knows and sees. She says, “That woman’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

  “Not this finger,” I reply, pinching my wedding band and moving it in a circle.

  “Good to know, Mr. Morgan.”

  I break my study of the blonde and look at my wife. “Are you sure about this? Now that we’re married?”

  Her eyes brighten. “You’re nice to say that.” A pause as she looks at me. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s like we talked about. This is our last bang of swinging. After this, we shift to a life with just us.”

  “Think we’ll miss it?”

  “Sometimes, yeah. Like we talked about missing Strathmore sometimes. But that’s in the future. Right now, you’ve got a woman to seduce.” Tara looks over at the blonde and adds, “Although, I don’t think you’ll have to work very hard.”

  “What about her boyfriend or husband, whatever he is?”

  My wife grins. “Boyfriend. No rings, silly. And he’s been checking me out, too. I’ve got a pretty sweet bod, in case you didn’t realize.”

  “Yeah, I found that out last night. Outside shower, remember? I was the one behind you, plowing into you.”

  “I thought that was you,” Tara says. “It felt like your cock.”

  I love our banter. I love that we can still have fun with our clothes on.

  Ayana gives me a big smile when I
arrive at the bar. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell what she’s thinking about. There’s a new sparkle in her eyes. Could be my imagination, but I think the service was faster. Before, Ayana was on island time—the drinks took their time getting to you. But this morning, they’ve arrived to me a bit speedier.

  That very cute brunette is at the pool, too. With quick glances, I’ve been watching her. I’m not as obvious as with Blondie. If Tara has caught onto my glances at Cute Brunette, she hasn’t said anything.

  I fire a quick look at the brunette, and my mind freezes for a moment. Which one should I go to? Tara’s expecting Blondie. But Cute Brunette has intrigued me since I saw her on our first day at the resort. There’s something about her. Not obvious, like Blondie’s jugs. Maybe it’s her ass—firm and tight—that’s caught my eye and got my lust going. But she’s got more hotness to her than just her ass. The whole package is a cute-hot that you don’t see everyday.

  A decision must be made. After my few seconds of being frozen, I’m ready.

  Blondie doesn’t look surprised at me approaching with two drinks. Her muscular boyfriend looks guarded. Alpha male is wary when competition arises. I easily avoid staring at her bare tits, since Strathmore gave me lots of experience of maintaining eye contact with a naked hottie.

  “Hi there,” I say. “I wanted to offer you some drinks, in case you haven’t tried the orange-mango juice here.”

  “Uh, no I haven’t,” muscular boyfriend says.

  “They’re unbelievable. Freshest I’ve ever had. Here.” I offer him a glass and Blondie the other glass.

  “Aww,” Blondie says, “Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

  I fall immediately in love with her Southern accent. Thick and syrupy. She takes a juice glass, but her boyfriend still looks guarded.

  I say, “I brought these drinks to you guys because my wife and I … that’s her over there.” I point with my thumb over to Tara, who gives us a wave. Blondie waves back to her. “Well, my wife and I were wondering if you’d like to have dinner with us tonight.”

  “Why, that sounds nice,” Blondie replies, then turns to her boyfriend. “What do you think, sugah? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

  “Um, yeah. Yeah, it does.” The guy’s cautious, and I don’t blame him. He doesn’t know me.

  “Great,” I say. “By the way, my name’s Steve. We’re from Florida. Just outside Miami.”

  We shake hands, and they introduce themselves. Savannah and Luke. They say they’re from Georgia. Luke takes the second glass of juice off my hands.

  Savannah takes a drink and says, “Oh, now this is good. I just love sweet juice. No liquor, though? Where’s the fun in that?”

  With that wicked grin, was she talking about the orange-mango drink when she said she loves sweet juice?

  “Nope, no liquor,” I reply. “I figured it was too early.”

  Actually, since joining Strathmore, I’ve cut down on my alcohol intake. Except, that is, for my bachelor party. And I paid dearly for that night.

  Savannah says, “Oh, sweetheart, we’re on vacation. It’s not too early. I was just thinkin’ about a daiquiri.” Her wicked grin returns. “Or maybe a sex on the beach.”

  Wait. Were Savannah and Luke the silhouettes on the beach I saw last night? Better not ask—seems too forward.

  “Um, well,” I stammer, “I could get you one of those, if you like.”

  “Oh, no, sugah, you’re such a sweetheart. I don’t wanna put you out more. Hey, how ’bout we head to the beach? Why wait for dinner? You go get your pretty wife over there and we’ll hang out on the beach. Whaddaya say?”

  Tara totally called it. I didn’t have to work hard at all. This seduction was a walk in the park. Or beach. I tell Savannah that she’s got a great idea, and we’ll meet up. Luke nods.

  When I give Tara the news, she laughs. “Told you so.” She’s game for the beach, and I know she’s thinking about muscular Luke.

  The beach isn’t as crowded as the pool. There are some sunbathers, and many are completely nude. That’s okay at the beach, but is frowned upon at the pool for some reason. Only topless is allowed at the pool.

  I introduce Tara to our new friends. Luke loosens up, taking obvious glances at Tara’s bare boobs. Savannah is all bright eyes and smiles as she tells Tara that I’m such a sweetheart for bringing them juice and inviting them to dinner.

  “Yeah, he’s a keeper,” Tara says. “I’ve got to tell you, Savannah. You’ve got great tits. Not sure if anyone’s told you lately, but, man, they’re awesome.”

  That freezes Savannah. It’s a blunt statement, all right—and from a stranger. Her cheeks blush pinker, and she says, “Why, uh, thank you. You’ve got great tits, too.”

  Tara turns to Luke: “And you, wow, you really work out a lot, don’t you? Great muscles.”

  Which makes him beam with pride. Guy practically starts flexing to show off how big his muscles are. “Thanks. Yeah, I hit the gym a lot.”

  My wife has made a strong first impression. We make a group of four lounge chairs in a row. All facing the brilliant Caribbean Sea.

  Tara is the first to push her bottoms down, followed by me, then Savannah. Luke is the last to get naked. And then, there’s the inevitable checking each other out. Savannah has a little patch of light brown pubic hair. Luke’s shaft seems to be thicker than mine but maybe not as long.

  “Nice dick,” Tara says to Luke, making him blush this time.

  “You’re bold one,” Savannah points out, but she doesn’t look mad. “Are you always like this?”

  Tara shrugs. “I just like to compliment people who deserve it, that’s all.”

  But I know Tara’s breaking the ice for what’s to come later: propositioning them for swinging.

  “Well, aren’t you sweet,” Savannah says. Then she looks at me. “Do you actually wax your back and butt? And you have hardly any hair in front, either. I’ve been trying to get Luke to try waxing, but he’s dead-set against it.”

  “Yeah, I get waxed on my back,” I say, feeling a little weird talking about it. “But I shave down below, in front.”

  “Does it hurt?” Luke asks. “I just trim down there. I don’t shave.”

  I reply, “The shaving can hurt if I’m not careful. You have to go real slow.”

  “It looks so smooth,” Savannah says.

  Her checking out my package and her syrupy Southern accent and her hot body get me mighty excited. My cock starts to grow.

  “Can we talk about something else?” I ask, wishing we were at Strathmore, where I could simply jump on Savannah. After ensuring she was available, of course. Some couples went to Strathmore and just fucked each other, as they got a kick of being in public. They weren’t interested in swapping partners.

  “Oh, you boys.” Georgia Girl laughs as she watches my dick. “Y’all are so obvious.”

  Tara piles on: “Serves him right for inviting you guys down here.”

  “Oh, sugah, that was me. Your husband invited us to dinner. I invited y’all to the beach.”

  “Then maybe you should take care of him,” Tara says plainly.

  Savannah and Luke’s jaws drop. My wife has an incredible ability to dumbfound people. I’ve seen her work her magic on people many times.

  Luke responds first: “You’re joking, right?”

  Tara grins and hums. “Not really. You see, Steve and I are swingers.”

  There it is. She’s dropped the bomb, making their jaws drop again. You guys are now under my wife’s power.

  Tara continues: “We used to be active in the lifestyle. But now, we’re on our honeymoon, and we’re having one last go at it.”

  Savannah and Luke stare at us, then turn to look at each other. Finally, Georgia Girl says, “No wonder you were so bold talkin’ about my boobs and Luke’s dick.”

  “I meant everything I said,” Tara replies. “That’s why we thought you guys would be fun.”

  I
offer a way out for them: “But if you guys aren’t into it, we totally understand. It’s not for everyone.”

  Savannah looks me in the eye, then gazes down at my erection. Yesterday, she blew me an air kiss when I flashed her. Was she merely having fun, kidding around? Or did she seriously think of giving my dick a kiss?

  “My goodness,” she says, “this is all so sudden. We just met you guys.” She glances over at Luke. “I don’t know how you feel, honey, but…” Her voice trails off, then she turns back to us. “But since we just met, can we just hang out? We can talk about it later?”

  “Of course.” I smile. “No pressure. We can just stay on the beach. Nothing more has to happen.”

  “That’s right,” Tara backs me up. “There’s no pressure at all. But I gotta say, it would be a huge shame if I don’t get a chance to suck on those great tits.”

  Savannah’s eyes open wide with surprise. Gotcha again, Miss Southern Babe.

  Also, I notice that Luke now sports a stiffy. Easy to imagine Tara doing that to your girlfriend, isn’t it, big guy?

  So, we hang out on the beach and splash in the ocean. Eventually, thankfully, my hard-on eases down. Savannah and Luke are fun as we talk about our lives back in the States. We talk about our relationships, our jobs, the places where we live.

  They ask us a couple of questions about swinging: how we got into the lifestyle, what we thought of it. We don’t mention the Christmas party at all, nor Strathmore. Absolutely no names of the people we met. We keep it as anonymous as possible, saying that friends introduced us to swinging. And we say that our experiences were thrilling, but they also held tough feelings, too.

  “I don’t want to white-wash it for you guys,” Tara says. “It’s not all fun and games. Sure, you can do things that you’ve never done before, things that blow your mind. But there’s a flip side to it. You go through jealousy and anger as you deal with seeing your partner with someone else.”