Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  After a hearty meal, we’re off on another adventure. This resort is plush and relaxing—but it’s great to get away and see more of the paradise around us.

  We zip on scooters—the men driving—into town and walk around a bit. And then we join a snorkeling trip out in the Caribbean. Tara and I had gone snorkeling earlier in our honeymoon, and we liked it so much that we wanted to do it again.

  This second time was just as thrilling. Tons of fish below us, their brilliant colors flashing about. It’s another world down there, with plants and creatures of odd shapes and sizes and colors that you’d never see above the surface. As if we’re peeking on a world from our dreams.

  The coral reef’s brilliant colors make me think of when I walked into the Strathmore Club for the first time. I had shifted from a normal life to entering a new world. A wonderland. Its culture was like the coral reef compared to the outside world.

  Would I miss the club? All that beauty and pleasure. What if we’re tempted to give it another try sometime in the future?

  Ah, those are thoughts for another day. I tell myself to shut up and enjoy the time with our buddies. Tara and I had already agreed that this would be our grand finale with swinging, so another visit to Strathmore seems very unlikely.

  And we’re having a great time in our grand finale. What I enjoy about Gwen and Kevin is that hanging out with them feels really comfortable. There’s no competition, no snarkiness against one another. Just a smooth, beautiful flow.

  After snorkeling, we eat lunch in town, and it hits me again how we feel like old friends. Savannah and Luke never felt like this. I’m grateful we’ve found another couple on our honeymoon we’ve clicked with.

  That sounds odd, but it’s true. During the first part of our honeymoon, Tara and I celebrated our marriage and love. We did some touristy stuff by ourselves, and we fucked like mad all over our hotel room—on the bed, in the hot tub, and on the balcony.

  But now, on the second part of our honeymoon, we’re with friends, and we’re also having a great time. It feels nicely balanced. Given all of the discussion leading up to this honeymoon, I get the sense that we’ve achieved our goal of treasuring our love—but also taking one last roll in the hay with swinging.

  The women take over driving the scooters back to the resort, just like yesterday. I’m bolder about holding Gwen as I sit behind her. I don’t need to wonder if she’ll accept my advances. My left arm hugs her, just below her tits. My right hand rests on her upper thigh.

  Once again, Lujuria’s attendant who accepts our scooter keys must be curious about us. It’s hard to hide Kevin and me pitching tents. But then, the attendant probably doesn’t even notice us. Not with Tara and Gwen wearing bikini tops.

  Once again, we haul ass to our honeymoon suite.

  Kevin surprises all of us by kissing Gwen, when I figured he was going to jump on Tara.

  “Baby,” Kevin says to his girlfriend, “I want you to have a turn. This morning was fucking unbelievable. I want you to have that.”

  “Mmm,” Gwen purrs. “Love to.”

  “You deserve it, honey,” Tara adds and takes off Gwen’s clothes. “Go lie down. Let us treat you like a queen.”

  Gwen smiles at us. “Something tells me I’m gonna love this.”

  She stretches out, her hair coursing across the bed, and she’s a vision of loveliness. Like yesterday, when she rode me as in cowgirl position and reached her arms toward the ceiling.

  The three of us gaze down at her for a couple of moments, appreciating her beauty. Gwen frowns back at us, but doesn’t cover up or look embarrassed.

  Kevin is the first to act. He crawls between Gwen’s legs and kisses her pussy. Tara and I split up, going to either side of Gwen, and we start caressing her. We stroke her arms, neck, breasts, and stomach. We bend down and lick her hard nipples.

  Gwen’s moans float out of her, soft and luxurious. She’s getting the royal treatment: Boyfriend attending to her pussy, Tara and I attending to her tits.

  As I love on Gwen, a memory pops in my brain. Long ago, in the bungalow, our threesome with Kiefer. How he and I gave Tara the royal treatment. The experienced swinger showing us how to give Tara what I couldn’t give on my own.

  Now we’re doing the same to Gwen.

  I slip down and ask Kevin if I can take over. He nods, and we switch places. Her pussy is wet, a good and highly aroused wet. I love how she’s been turned on by our scooter rides and our swinging sex. I love the taste and feel of her. I show Gwen’s pussy how much I love it.

  In return, Gwen’s louder moans show us how much she’s loving all this attention. Listening to her moans ascend to an orgasm make me proud to bring her to the clouds of bliss. And I don’t want to stop with just one climax. After she peaks, I remember what Kiefer and I did to Tara back at the bungalow, and I want Gwen to experience that.

  I grab hold of Gwen’s hips and slide her toward me—making her squeal and surprising everyone. When I’m done sliding Gwen on the bed, her butt hangs just past the bed’s edge.

  “Let’s keep going guys,” I say. “Kevin, could you come down here?” I pat the bed to the side of Gwen.

  He nods and fulfills my request.

  I drop to the floor, hunker down below Gwen’s ass. On my knees, with my back against the bed. I arch my head back. It’s certainly not the most comfortable position, but it’ll be worth it. I part Gwen’s butt cheeks and lick at her little asshole.

  Her moans start afresh. They’re muffled, as they were yesterday when the ladies mounted my face. Even though they’re muffled, the sounds of pleasure are exactly what I want to hear.

  I can tell when Kevin begins lapping at Gwen’s pussy, just above my chin. He must’ve paused to see what I was doing. Now that my purpose is clear, he joins the campaign to give his girlfriend double oral. Just as he received double oral from his girlfriend and my wife this morning.

  Time to give your lady some Evie Stevie. Tit for tat.

  As my tongue flicks and swirls on Gwen’s asshole, my mind wanders. Has she ever had her back door licked before? Has she ever had a dick up here?

  Anal sex isn’t on the list of things that Tara loves, but she dabbles in it occasionally. She says it has an intensity that’s different than vaginal sex. Once, she took Kiefer in her pussy and me in her ass, but that lasted just for a couple minutes. She said was too much. But sometimes, she likes it when I push a dildo a little into her ass while I fuck her pussy. The dildo doesn’t go in deep, just enough to give her the feeling.

  At some point, Gwen rolls off of me. Just like that. I’m lapping in her butt, lost in memories, and suddenly she turns over. She’s had enough. As I stand up, I can see how much that’s true. Gwen lays there, wiped out, like she just ran a marathon.

  “Oh my God,” she moans. “Oh my God. That was insane.”

  Kevin beams proudly at the blissed-out aftermath of his girlfriend. Good to see that. Shows that he loved giving her pleasure with his new friends.

  “I’ve never had that before,” Gwen says. “Never. I just kept coming and coming. Oh my God.”

  “That, my dear,” Tara says, “is a benefit to swinging. Your boyfriend could never have done that on his own.”

  “No way,” Kevin agrees.

  “Now it’s your turn, wifey dear,” I say to Tara.

  She hits us with a toothy grin. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

  After she lays next to Gwen, I return to back door duty, now swirling my tongue on my wife’s asshole. Kevin returns to his post at pussy licking. I’m glad Tara is getting her turn for receiving double oral loving—she’s getting her fill.

  Tara’s turn is shorter than Gwen’s. The muffled moans last for awhile, and then Kevin leaves, and Tara’s butt moves.

  I stand up to check what’s going on. Kevin is on top of Gwen, slowly pushing his long cock into her pussy. She groans with each measured thrust.

  “Time to fuck your wife,” Tara tells
me.

  I easily obey her command. Tara smiles up at me as I copy Kevin with patient thrusts. After I’ve been in an awkward position, it feels good to stretch out like this. And, of course, it feels great being inside my wife’s pussy—which is drenched, so I glide wonderfully and smoothly.

  “Please stop,” Gwen says in a low voice to her boyfriend. “Honey, it’s too much right now. Too intense. After all those orgasms. I need a break, sweetie.”

  Kevin nods, kisses Gwen, and stands up—his dick shiny with Gwen’s juices.

  “C’mere, big boy,” Tara calls to him. “I’ll take care of you.” She instructs me to get off her, then instructs Kevin to lie down.

  She flips over, then gets on her hands and knees. In the doggy-style position as she faces Kevin. I know exactly what’s on her mind. Another memory flashes for me. At the bungalow, Kiefer drilling Tara from behind as my dick was deep in her mouth.

  The dutiful husband, I settle behind Tara and ease my cock into her wet cunt.

  “Mmm,” my wife purrs at Kevin stretched in front of her. “Love this beautiful cock.”

  Her head goes down, so I guess she takes him in. I can’t see from my vantage point. When her head starts bobbing, I know for sure. Her head moves smoothly, like my unhurried thrusts.

  Gwen watches with fascination. My guess is that she’s never imagined her boyfriend as part of a daisy chain.

  Tara’s head moves up, and she must’ve let go of Kevin’s cock, as she says to Gwen, “I love two cocks in me. You ever try this before, Gwenny?”

  “Uh-uh.” Gwen shakes her head.

  “Mmm, yeah. You’ve gotta try it. Nothing like it. A big, hard cock in your pussy.” She pushes back against me, shoving me deeper into her. “And a big, hard cock in your mouth.” Her head dips again, then commences bobbing again.

  I enjoy watching Gwen’s reaction as I fuck my wife. Gwen’s eyes, filled with amazement, are riveted to us. She caresses herself, hands moving to her pussy and slowly rubbing her clitoris. Guess her fingers aren’t too intense, like her boyfriend’s dick had been.

  Tara instructs Kevin and me to change positions. I find myself laying on the bed and receiving a few sucks from Tara before she climbs on top of me. Kevin stands next to her, then slides his cock into her inviting mouth.

  I’m glad to be in this position. Laying down feels restful after that awkward pose I had held while I ate the ladies’ asses. Now I simply lie on the bed and get humped by my wife.

  Tara’s much more coordinated than she had been back at the bungalow, when she performed her first threesome cowgirl, on Kiefer and me. Tara’s much smoother as she rides me and blows Kevin.

  Next to us, Gwen is still the rapt audience, leisurely masturbating. Her soft moans are sweet, much better than the muffled sounds I had heard when my face was between her butt cheeks.

  I’m part of the audience, too. I get to watch my dick appear and disappear as it dives into Tara’s pussy. I get to watch Tara’s tits bounce and her lips slide along Kevin’s cock. I get to watch Gwen pleasuring herself.

  This hot fucking lasts for awhile, and then Kevin’s grunts the signal that he’s close to ending his part. Tara stops sucking him and cups his nuts with her hand. As his dick slides out of her mouth, a string of come and saliva falls from her lips and plops on her boobs. But he’s not done coming, and Tara jerks his rod as it shoots more come on her tongue. His cream drips down and hangs from her chin.

  Gwen’s moans get louder as she trembles in an orgasm.

  All of it turns me on so much that I can’t help but to join the party—I spurt my come into my wife’s pussy. Tara is the last to arrive, as she holds Kevin’s cock with one hand and rubs her clitoris with her other hand. The four of us don’t have simultaneous orgasms, but we’re close to each other.

  “Oh my God,” Gwen whispers, awe-struck. “I’ve got to try that. Two cocks at once? It blows my mind.”

  And she does try it.

  But that happens later. First, we take a break from sex. We wash up and hit the resort’s pool. It’s the same as yesterday: we relax, regain our strength, soak up some sun, and swim a little.

  The hot Georgians—Savannah and Luke—aren’t at the pool. I keep checking around for them, since I want to talk with them before our vacation is over. I wonder if I’ll get that chance.

  Also the same as yesterday, the four of us eat dinner at the pool-side bar. It’s a good choice, given that we don’t want to spend the long time required at the fancier restaurant.

  We’ve found a couple who are very eager to get back to the wonders of pleasure. I’m struck again by how much Gwen and Kevin remind me of Tara and me. We had gone wild at the holiday party—and then at Strathmore. After we joined Strathmore, we couldn’t wait for each weekend to arrive, so we could dive into that pleasure-filled world.

  But then it got too much. Now, though, swinging feels different. We’re not going crazy with loads of other people. We’re just with another couple. Who are chomping at the bit to get back to the naughty adventure.

  As we head back to the honeymoon suite, I offer to move our party to Gwen and Kevin’s room. But they say our suite is bigger than their room, with a bigger bed.

  And we have the hot tub.

  In the suite, we begin the path toward fulfilling Gwen’s wish of being filled with two dicks.

  Naked, she sits on the foot of the bed. Naked, Kevin and I stand before her. She caresses our hardening dicks. Her eyes keep looking back and forth, from cock to cock.

  Gwen has an expression of wonderment as her hands grasp our shafts. Sure, she’s held dicks in her hands. But she’s said that she’s never held two at once.

  She leans down and kisses Kevin’s dickhead. I’m glad she chose her boyfriend first. Then she kisses my dickhead. Then licks up Kevin’s boner, followed by licks up mine. Then she purses her lips and guides our cocks, so that she kisses both of our dickheads at once.

  “I never thought I’d do that,” Gwen says.

  “Looks like you’re loving it,” Kevin replies.

  “Sure am.” She looks up at him, then at me. “Now, rub your dicks on my face.”

  I like how she wants to build up the mood rather than jump right into stuffing herself full of meat. She sits up straight and closes her eyes. Ready for this new, daring sensation in her life.

  Kevin and I stand on either side of her, and we rub our dickheads all over her cheeks, forehead, eyelids, nose, and jaw. With her eyes closed and humming, Gwen has a dreamy expression.

  She’s most definitely loving this.

  After a couple of indulgent minutes, Gwen wants to move on to the next thing. She turns around and assumes the doggy-style position on the middle of the bed. Following what Tara did earlier. It’s a good choice, since Tara’s got the experience.

  “You’re behind me, Steve,” Gwen says. “I want to see Kevin’s face. And I want him to see my face.”

  Earlier, I was the dutiful husband with fucking Tara from behind. This time, I’m the dutiful swinger with another partner. Settling behind Gwen, I’m treated to a view of her fantastic ass. I’ve been fantasizing about this ass after first seeing it, bikini-covered, at the pool. That was many days ago, just after we got to Lujuria.

  Excitement charges in me as my dick slides into Gwen’s pussy. She looks back at me, sparks in her eyes.

  “Oh yeah,” she moans. “That’s it. Go slow at first, okay? Let me get used to this.”

  “Take your time,” I reply. “I’m gonna need some time to admire this ass.”

  She smiles and turns to her boyfriend, who’s in front of her. Same as earlier, when he lounged in front of Tara.

  Gwen’s head lowers and begins a slow up-and-down movement. Gwen’s begun. She’s got her wish of having two cock inside her at the same time. There are many inches of hard meat in her mouth and pussy right now.

  I wasn’t kidding about admiring her ass. My vacation-long yearning of fucking Gwen
in doggy-style is quenched, as I hold her ass cheeks and slowly glide in her snug twat. What a beautiful, tight, firm ass. You don’t get treated to this every day, so you’ve got to appreciate it.

  “Nice ass, huh?”

  A voice next to me. Ah, there’s Tara. Naked and grinning at me.

  “Yeah,” I answer.

  “But I’ve got bigger tits than her,” Tara says, holding them up for me.

  I’m treated to fucking Gwen in doggy-style and sucking on my wife’s nipples. Tara’s forearm is under her boobs, pushing them up. With her other hand, she’s rubbing her clitoris. From Tara to Gwen to Kevin, this chain of pleasure is fun to watch and hear as all of us moan with pleasure.

  Gwen breaks the chain as she releases Kevin’s cock and groans, followed by a vigorous outpouring: “Oh fuck! This feels so fucking good! Two cocks, honey. Two fucking cocks. Oh God, so much cock at the same time. I can’t even tell you how good it feels. Holy shit, it’s so fucking good!” Then her head descends, and she goes back to bobbing on Kevin’s member.

  Kevin’s eyes flit all around us. They’re wide with amazement—maybe disbelief, too. He’s probably never thought this kind of thing would happen to him. He’s only seen it in porn movies. Not in real life. Is he having that dream-like feeling that I used to get, when the action happening to me was difficult to believe?

  I pick up speed a little in fucking Gwen. Not a furious thrusting, but a good, steady rhythm. I take breaks from Tara’s nipples to appreciate this incredible ass in my hands. Gwen also takes breaks from Kevin’s cock to release a moan and tell us all again how good we feel. Knowing this cute brunette is having such a great time gives me joy.

  At some point, Gwen says to Kevin, “Hold onto my head and fuck my mouth. I want you to come, baby. Come down my throat.” She turns back to me. “And I want you to fuck me harder.”

  I nod. I let go of Tara’s nipple to focus on the task at hand. Or, rather, the task at cock. I wait until Kevin’s hands grip the sides of Gwen’s head, his fingers buried in her light brown hair. He grunts as he fucks her mouth. Then I answer Gwen’s request by heaving faster into her.