Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  “Was it worth it?” Savannah asks, riveted to Tara.

  The huge question. And if Tara answers that with what we’ve been through, it would take hours. I’m curious as to how Tara will reply.

  After a long pause, she says, “It all depends on the person. On the couple. But for us, yeah, it was worth it. I won’t lie. There were some really hard times because of it. But we came through in the end. I think it made us a stronger couple because it tested us.”

  “But everybody might not want their relationship tested,” Savannah says.

  “So very true,” Tara replies. “For me, it was … it was thinking, ‘Why the hell not? I’m young, and I’ll try this crazy thing and see what happens.’ And I did it. Not everything about it was worth it, but it was certainly a crazy thing I tried.”

  Our new friends ingest this bit of wisdom.

  Then Luke suggests drinks, so he and I put our swimsuits on and fetch daiquiris from Ayana at the bar by the pool. I don’t tell Luke what the bartender and my wife did last night. I’m sure he’d enjoy the story, though.

  The Georgia couple slurps the daiquiris with startling speed. Tara and I take our time sipping, but Savannah and Luke throw them back. Actually, Luke puts his suit on again and heads back to the bar for another round. It feels too early to drink that fast, but—like the lady said—we’re on vacation. The Georgians don’t hit their second round of drinks as hard, but they sure like the taste.

  We chat some more—not about the topic of swinging, but more about the island and the things we’ve done here on our vacations.

  During this, I can’t help my eyes lingering on Savannah’s tits. The alcohol is thinning my ability to avert my eyes to other things. And just like that, I realize I’ve got another erection. This time, I decide I don’t want to just sit here and let it soften.

  So, I turn to my bride for help: “Hey baby, how ’bout we head back to the room?”

  Tara understands immediately as she eyes up my hard-on. She says, “Nah, let’s be naughty.” She gazes around, searching for something. “The ocean’s not good, with all the people swimming. I’ve got it. C’mon, get your towel, let’s go.”

  “What are you two up to?” Savannah’s eyes are narrowed. She wants in on the secret. That wicked look she had back at the pool, when she felt herself up, is back.

  “Just taking care of my husband,” Tara says. “Doing my wifely duty.”

  Luke laughs while Savannah giggles.

  I wrap a beach towel around my waist, covering my erection. My generous wife leads me to the row of showers stalls: our old buddies from last night. We glance left. Glance right. All clear. We jump in. Tara sits on the bench, whips off my towel, and slurps my cock into her mouth. A welcome repeat of last night’s start.

  After bobbing her head on my dick several times, Tara backs up and licks her lips. “You taste like the sun and sea.” A mischievous look appears. “You wanna fuck my mouth, sugah?” she asks with a put-on Southern accent.

  Gratitude for my wife washes through me. She knows exactly how to get to me. Mimicking Savannah’s syrupy accent to crack me up. Then proposing to do something very naughty. You marry a woman like this.

  “I want it like you wouldn’t believe,” I whisper.

  “Oh, yes I believe it. It’s the same feeling when I wanted your dick in me last night.”

  She gets back to the oral loving. Her mouth clasps me into a warm, wet sheath. I hold the sides of her head. Her hair’s damp from the ocean. I start fucking her mouth, going slow and steady. I love watching my shaft sliding forward and backward, her red lips stretched over my hardness. It’s spectacular.

  Soon, relief pounds in me—as powerful waves charging the shore. I stop pumping into her mouth, and I spurt over and over. Rapture ravages me, like when I wiped out in the waves, spinning me in the salt water and foam. I come inside her mouth for what feels like a long time, and it’s deliriously good, making my knees weak.

  My wife stares at my face and swallows everything I give her.

  Like I said, you marry a woman like this.

  Back on the beach, our new friends are eager to hear about our secret mission. After Tara tells them what we did, Savannah is shocked once again. Clearly, Tara’s enjoying shocking this couple with our swinging and our secret blowjob.

  “Did y’all really do that in the outside shower?” Savannah asks.

  “A wife’s got to take care of her man.” Tara beams with pride.

  Georgia Girl turns to her beau: “Well, Mr. Man, I bet you want to be taken care of like that, too.”

  Luke grins. “Either that, or we go back to our room.”

  “To hell with our room, let’s be adventurous,” Savannah replies, and then they’re off.

  Tara and I bask in the sun and our sexy inspiration. We wonder if our new friends will be into swinging. I tell Tara that I think Savannah is a cock tease. Not sure if she’s adventurous to go beyond that, though.

  “Yeah, I agree,” Tara says. “But I think she’ll be willing to give it a shot. She asked me a lot of questions when you boys were getting drinks. She was really curious when I told her that I’ve had two guys in me at the same time.”

  Memories flash: Tara’s mouth going down on me while another guy fucked her—and then, with me fucking her as she sucked on another dude.

  “Wonder what Luke would think of that,” I say. “Two dicks in his girlfriend. He asked me some questions on our daiquiri run. So he’s interested, too. But I don’t know if he’d be up for seeing Savannah with another guy.”

  “Oh, I could take his mind off that.”

  Yeah, Tara’s raring to go for the muscle-head. She wasn’t kidding when she said she misses some things about Strathmore. Namely, the stud muffins.

  The Georgia couple returns, all giggles.

  “We did it, honeycakes,” Savannah boasts and high-fives Tara. “I feel so naughty. And, oh my gawd, did he come.” She smiles at her boyfriend. “Lucky for you, I’m a swallower. I don’t know where I’d spit all that out if I wasn’t. You just don’t spit that stuff out on the floor.”

  Luke has a sheepish smile. “If you spit it out, we could’ve run the shower, and it would’ve gone down the drain.”

  Realization hits her. “You know, I didn’t even think of that. I was too busy swallowing your come. But I’m glad I didn’t think of it. Not as naughty that way, is it?”

  It strikes me as odd that this woman is so taken with the sexual escapade. I expected it to not be such a big deal to Savannah. Because she acts a big game. She was bold to take her bikini top off at the pool and rub oil on her tits and blow me a kiss when I flashed her my dick. She seems adventurous, but she doesn’t back it up.

  Because of that, I doubt that she and Luke were the silhouettes I saw fucking on the beach last night.

  “How about you, stud boy?” Tara asks Luke. “Do you feel naughty, too?”

  Luke sports a grin as big as Georgia. “Yeah. Savannah was amazing. Thanks again, baby.”

  Tara pushes further: “How naughty would you feel if I was sucking your dick, and you were sucking on Savannah’s tits?”

  Luke’s grin vanishes. He looks uncertain. Tilts his head toward his girlfriend. She looks back at him, inquisitive with raised eyebrows. She also wants to know what he thinks of that scenario.

  Finally, he replies: “I, uh, yeah, I bet that would feel awesome.”

  Savannah bursts out laughing. Some other people glance over at her—which she probably loves. “You guess?” she asks her beau. “You guess? You know damn well that would feel awesome. How many times have you kidded me about having a threesome with another woman?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Plenty. And here you are, faced with that possibility. But more than a threesome. A foursome. And how would you feel if Steve goes down on me, or if he fucks me?”

  Luke glares for a brief moment, his eyes angry, then he cools down. “I … I … don�
��t know,” he stammers.

  “Well, sugah, if you want to screw this little hottie, then I’m gonna screw him. Can we handle that?”

  All eyes are on Luke. He’s not loving being in the spotlight. He’s not the show-off that his girlfriend is.

  “I don’t know,” he says flatly. No stammering this time.

  “Well, we’ll just have to see after dinner,” Savannah replies. “How ’bout we have an early dinner tonight, y’all?”

  *****

  The drinks are flowing freely. That is, on the Georgia side of the table. Over here on the Florida side, we’re merely sipping our booze.

  Chalk that up to habits encouraged by Strathmore. Tara and I used to drink a lot more, but now we drink at most two beers or wines at a sitting. But we try not to judge others for their habits. After all, they come from much different experiences. Before Strathmore, Tara and I could drink as much as Savannah and Luke. And on some nights, we got really drunk. That just doesn’t hold the appeal that it used to.

  Not that Savannah and Luke are drunk. They have that potential, though.

  Enough of this preaching. These two people are fun. They share stories from back home. The four of us have a grand time over a delicious dinner of seafood.

  Tara and Savannah look fetching in their sundresses, both with spaghetti straps over their shoulders. The dresses hug their fantastic curves. Savannah’s clearly not wearing a bra. The fit of her dress is so snug on the bottom of her voluptuous rack, that you can easily trace the outlines of her jugs. The top of the dress swoops down, blaring a plump line of cleavage. And the shapes of her nipples can be seen pushing against the fabric.

  Of course, my wife’s tits are beautiful, too. Also not in a bra, they jiggle wonderfully as she talks and laughs.

  Their hair catches my eye, too. Tara’s light brown hair with blonde strands is swirled up and clamped at the back of her head in her usual fancy style for these occasions. Savannah’s long blonde tresses flow to the middle of her back. Her hair has a slight curl to it. When she tosses her blonde locks back, you imagine her doing that as she’s riding you.

  But maybe that’s just me.

  On our way out of the restaurant, we see the cute brunette and her boyfriend (no wedding bands, I actually notice). They’re coming into the restaurant as we’re heading out. She’s super cute in a light green sundress. Strange, but I feel a sudden desire to call it off with the tipsy Georgians and try to kick things off with the cute couple.

  Still, though, I yearn for Savannah. Those big, juicy tits. Her long, blonde, twisting hair. Her loud, infectious laugh.

  Yeah, she’s a cock tease. And I want her. Plain and simple.

  I offer a smile to the cute brunette as we pass, and she smiles back while turning her head to the side. Does she have a wishful expression? It’s probably my imagination. Like I said, there’s something about her that makes me burn. Two ships passing in the night, heading to different ports. I keep my mouth shut as our Florida-Georgia group goes outside.

  “So, y’all want to party?” Savannah asks with a giggle.

  Tara looks at me, checking in. Did she notice my reaction to the cute brunette? She’s picked up on many other things. I give her a small smile—the same as the one I gave to the cute brunette.

  “Yeah,” Tara answers for us. “But only if you guys are up for it.”

  A boozy laugh as Savannah replies, “We sure are. We talked about it while we were getting ready for dinner. We figure we’ll give it a shot, and if we get uncomfortable, we’ll just say so.”

  “A perfect way to handle it,” Tara says. “We’ll respect any time you want to call it off.”

  But right now, it’s on.

  We’re in Savannah and Luke’s hotel room. Savannah slips the spaghetti straps from her own shoulders, peels the dress down, just enough to bare her tits. Even though I’ve seen them naked before, her boobs still take my breath away. Her hands smooth over them and cup their bottoms. Presenting her plump desserts.

  “So, who gets first licks?” our busty party girl asks.

  Tara makes a move while I watch. Tara’s hands take over, squeezing Savannah’s ample breasts while her tongue flicks the nipples. I check on Luke: He’s riveted to the action, mouth agape.

  “Mmm,” his girlfriend moans.

  The ladies are in the spotlight as Tara eagerly sucks and licks. I’ve watched my wife enjoy a great rack before, but has Luke ever seen two babes together? His reaction makes me think not.

  Tara turns to him, saying, “Do you like watching this?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, his voice thick.

  Tara pushes her dress straps off, slides her dress down, all the way off, so that her boobs and panties join the party. “How’d you like to have some tits?” she asks, moving over to him.

  “Love it.”

  Luke caresses my wife’s tits and holds them, probably feeling exhilarated doing this while his girlfriend is watching. He looks over at me, gauging my reaction. I simply nod, give him the okay. Then he leans down and sucks on her nipples. Not going crazy on them, but slowly. A Southern gentleman.

  Savannah is transfixed by her boyfriend sucking on another woman’s tits. There aren’t conflicting emotions playing on her face—just wonder over the spectacle of this beginning. Maybe the cocktails and wine she drank at dinner are also numbing her. She touches her own breasts, possibly not thinking about it, but out of a reflex of seeing another woman’s boobs being adored.

  It’s time for my move.

  I approach her jugs slowly, caressing them and holding them like Luke’s doing with Tara. I’m following his pace, since he’s the newbie here, and I don’t want to rush into it. Though I want to. I want to leap upon these ripe melons and grip them hard and suck them like mad. But I don’t. I’m also a gentleman about it, and Savannah moans her appreciation. Like how Tara is moaning while Luke gives her the same treatment.

  Nice to see this orgy is off to a good start.

  I take the next step. I slide Savannah’s dress further down, holding my breath as the dress gives way to more skin. Sure, I had already seen her naked. But this is different. This is touchable.

  I slowly touch her. Slide my fingers across her belly. Once her dress falls to the floor, my fingers slide on her thigh. First, on the top of her smooth thigh, then lower, on the inner part. All while Savannah softly moans.

  I check over at Luke. He’s still sucking Tara’s boobs, but he’s watching me out of the corner of his eye.

  I touch his girlfriend’s pussy. My hand cups it. He grabs my wife’s firm ass, then cups her pussy, too. Now he’s following me.

  Savannah’s hands are on the bulge of my dress slacks. Unzipping me.

  “Savannah, wait.”

  Her fingers freeze. We look over at Tara, who said that.

  “Let me go first,” Tara says.

  Savannah, Luke, and I watch as Tara unbuckles and unzips Luke’s pants, freeing his erection. Her fingers curl around it. As my wife strokes him, she watches Savannah first, then turns to Luke.

  “How do you like that?” she asks softly.

  “Feels great.” His voice is still thick.

  “How do you feel about Savannah doing this to my husband?”

  He takes a little longer to answer. “Okay.”

  Tara turns to Savannah and says, “Okay, go ahead.”

  Savannah finishes the job of dispensing with my pants, and she takes my cock in her hand. I hear Luke suck in a sharp intake of breath. I know it’s weird, buddy. But he’s got Tara soothing him with her hand tenderly sliding up and down his dick. She also kisses his neck.

  “I like your cock,” my wife says to him, her voice also soothing.

  What man wouldn’t love to hear that?

  Tara keeps her voice like velvet: “How about my husband goes down on Savannah? How do you feel about that?”

  Luke clears his throat, pauses for even longer. He’s hard to read as he
stares at his girlfriend, at my dick in her hand.

  Savannah pushes her case, saying, “I want it, baby. I want to try this. I want to be adventurous.”

  “And I want you to taste me,” Tara adds with velvet. “And then, I want to taste this big … thick … cock.”

  I feel for the guy. He’s come to the moment of ultimate decision. We’re naked, but we haven’t truly broken the seal. He’s facing his girlfriend doing things with me—but also himself doing things with my wife.

  “Okay,” he finally says.

  “Thank you,” Savannah replies. “Let’s have some fun, baby.”

  Luke nods, looking lost in thought.

  I want to edge this party further ahead. “Lie down,” I gently instruct Savannah.

  She looks delectable on the bed. A delicious dish, with her breasts lounging beautifully, waiting to be held and kissed. I answer their call. Also answered is the demand from my hands and lips, all wanting so badly to touch and suck these gorgeous tits. They’re enormous fun—just as I had thought.

  I lower to kiss her stomach, then kiss her thin strip of light brown pubic hair. Savannah parts her legs.

  I almost look up to check on Luke’s reaction to me, but Tara sitting on the edge of the bed distracts me.

  “Come here,” she purrs to Luke. “Come and taste me.”

  This smart woman is intent on distracting him from staring at me while I lick his girlfriend’s pussy. And Tara gets to be licked at the same time. A win-win.

  I kiss Savannah’s pussy lips. She gasps. I lick. She gasps louder. Her pussy tastes clean and crisp. Reminds me of the breeze that I smelled on the hotel’s grounds, the breeze that started far out at sea and coursed over the water to finally arrive on the Caribbean islands. My tongue laps and toys with her happy little clitoris. Slurps her fresh, smooth, hairless pussy lips. My Georgia Peach trembles and moans. First course was tits; second course is twat.

  Next to us on the bed, Tara goads on Luke, who’s now eating her out: “Mmm, yeah, just like that. Lick me, Luke. Lick me the same way you lick your girlfriend.”

  Savannah cries out in orgasm. She lets her cries rip out, not worrying about our neighbors in the next room hearing her. She’s just fine with the whole resort knowing of her pleasure.