Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  A memory pops up: my cock sliding between those jugs, slippery with suntan oil, and firing come on her neck. It feels like that happened a long time ago, even though it has been just a few nights.

  I collect my wits and say, “Hold up, guys” to my group of Tara, Gwen, and Kevin. Then I head over to the beacon of bountiful knockers.

  Luke, who’s lounging right next to Savannah, looks up from the novel he’s reading. His face shows surprise at seeing me approach him. Surprise, but not anger.

  “Hey man,” I say and offer my hand to Luke. As we shake hands, I add, “I was worried that you guys left. I haven’t seen you guys in a few days.”

  “We’ve been around,” he replies. “Just doing stuff around the island.”

  “Well, hello, sugah,” Savannah purrs.

  I’ve missed that voice. That syrupy Southern accent. Those sugahs. But I remember how loud and sloppy she was. She’s a mixed cocktail of sexy and overdoing the fun.

  “Hi there,” I say. “I guess we just never crossed paths. Hey, listen. About the other night. Things got … awkward. I hope you guys don’t have any hard feelings.”

  This is my chance to make peace with the Georgia couple before we leave. Even though we’ll probably never see each other again after this trip, I simply feel the desire to settle things with them.

  Savannah beats Luke to the punch: “I’d like to get that hard feeling again.” Her rock-star sunglasses move lower as she looks down my body to my swimsuit.

  “Calm yourself down, babe,” Luke replies to her. Then he turns to me and says, “We’re not angry, man. I feel bad how it ended. You guys were cool to hang out with.”

  “I’m embarrassed,” Savannah adds. “I mean, I shouldn’t have been so loud. That’s never happened to me before, having a hotel manager tell me to stop being so loud. But then, we’ve never done it with another couple before, either.”

  “Yeah, we never have,” Luke says. “And we had a great time.” His face brightens as he looks to my side.

  Tara appears. Ah, it’s no wonder Luke lit up like a Jamaican sunrise.

  “Good to see you guys again,” Tara says.

  “You, too,” Savannah says. “I hope you’re not still mad about that night.”

  “No, no,” Tara says. “Please. It happened. It’s done. It’s another day, and I’m past it.”

  “It’s good to hear that,” Luke replies. “And it’s good to see you. You’re looking as tight as ever.”

  Tara blushes. Did Luke say that as a comeback for Savannah claiming that she wanted my hard feeling again? Doesn’t matter. Luke still wants Tara. And, judging from Tara’s blushing cheeks and coy smile, the feeling is mutual. Looks like she really is past the other night.

  Tara asks, “Hey, do you guys want to join us on the beach?”

  That proves my guess. She misses Luke’s muscles. As much as we’re enjoying Kevin and Gwen, you can’t deny the attraction we have for Luke and Savannah. Maybe we should blame Strathmore for that. For awhile, we had access to all sorts of hotness. We didn’t have to choose just one other couple. We had our cake and ate it, too. Lots of cakes.

  Tara continues: “We’re heading to the beach with a couple friends.” She jabs a thumb in the direction of Gwen and Kevin, who are waiting on the path.

  And so, the two worlds come together. Georgia meets Colorado. Savannah and Luke meet Gwen and Kevin. The two couples we’ve hooked up with here at Lujuria. It’s an odd feeling.

  At the beach, we claim a bunch of chairs and settle down before the gorgeous turquoise water of the Caribbean. Among the six of us, there’s slightly awkward small talk and eyeing up each other.

  Kevin and I certainly check out Savannah’s tits. Is Kevin thinking about grabbing hold of those beauties, sticking his face between them, all while slamming into this ripe Georgia Peach? I bet he is.

  As Kevin pushes his swimsuit down, Savannah obviously checks him out in return. Same with Gwen watching closely as Luke removes his swimsuit.

  As usual, comparisons can’t be helped. Kevin has the longest dick. Luke has the thickest. My jealousy of being the smallest of the three men quickly passes. Because of Strathmore, I’ve learned that I’m capable of pleasing women. My strengths are enthusiasm, endurance, and passion. I don’t have the biggest dick around, but I make up for it with other things.

  When the ladies remove their bikinis, it’s their turn to be compared. Savannah already had her top off, so she just slides off her bottoms. She’s the curviest woman of our group, with the biggest tits and hips. Gwen has the smallest tits, the tightest ass, and the slimmest legs. Tara’s body is in the middle of the three ladies.

  Surely, I’m not the only one comparing. I bet all six of us are mentally sizing up the others and ourselves. It’s natural. You just can’t help it. But are they also imagining getting busy with the others in our group? I bet so.

  Before I became a swinger, I fantasized about the women I saw in public. Swinging brought some of those fantasies into reality. Here at Lujuria, Tara and I have introduced these two couples to swinging. So, the Georgia couple has to be assuming that Tara and I have also had sex with the Colorado couple. And vice versa.

  Maybe it’s because of how easily we’ve gotten naked with each other. How relaxed we are sitting side by side in our birthday suits. The only ones who haven’t had sex with each other are the Georgia couple and the Colorado couple.

  Are they anticipating fucking?

  I have to think they are. And I find myself hoping they are.

  As we hang out on the beach, I realize the difference in the two couples. The Georgians are big and bold, and they enjoy showing off. The Coloradans are reserved and quieter. In the bedroom, the Coloradans became more adventurous in trying things for their first time. Would the Georgians have become more adventurous if we continued past that one night? Maybe.

  I adored fucking Gwen. She has this amazing quality about her. She exudes sensuality. Savannah, on the other hand, is all tits and sloshing around and yelling. Gwen is lovely and passionate without saying a word.

  Similar with the men. Luke’s obviously proud of having big muscles, and he tosses back the drinks. Kevin has a quieter confidence. He gets the job done without pounding his chest. Of course, he’s got that big tool that no amount of weight-lifting is going to give you. And I’m sure that’ll give you a good deal of confidence.

  Despite their differences, the two couples seem to genuinely have a good time on the beach. We talk and laugh and splash in the ocean. All while being completely naked. This reminds me of Strathmore. Not the sex part, but simply having fun with friends in the buff. There’s no worry about wearing clothes that were chosen with lots of thought for the goal of looking trendy and cool. None of that. All of our goods are out in the open.

  Of course, there are consequences to being naked. Obvious erections, for example.

  Luke is the first to sport a woody. The after-breakfast sex drained Kevin and me, so we’re still soft. But I’m sure it won’t take much to get us back to full strength.

  “Mmm, sugah,” Savannah says to her boyfriend. “You wanna have a date in the shower stall?”

  I smile with the memory. That was how Savannah and Luke had taken care of business a few days ago. As well as Tara and me.

  “Love to.” Luke grins from ear to ear.

  “Hold up, guys,” Tara says. Her hand is raised a little, as if she’s hesitant about asking a question in class. “I’m just gonna throw this out there. How would you like to go back to our room?” She looks at the four of them in turn—Savannah to Luke to Gwen to Kevin—to make sure they know she means all of them.

  A long pause.

  You can hear sounds of other people cavorting on the beach.

  The six of us look at each other. One wonders: Are their minds whirring with memories of sex? Mine certainly is. Lots of racy images pushed together into pornographic motion.

  Gwen breaks the long silen
ce. “Love to,” she says with a grin. Echoing what Luke said moments ago. Proving her inner boldness, this tiger of the bedroom. She turns to Kevin and asks, “What do you think, honey? You want to get your hands on those big boobs?”

  Kevin blushes. Caught red-handed in his thoughts. Hell, you can’t blame the guy. Those are epic tits. Gwen knows full well that Kevin lusts after them. It’s not just a wife that knows. A girlfriend knows, too.

  “And what do you think, honey?” Savannah asks Luke. “You want to get your hands on that cute little ass of hers?”

  This time, Luke and Gwen blush. It’s sexy and playful to see.

  You’ve never seen six people more quickly pack up their stuff and wrap beach towels around themselves. We don’t bother putting our swimsuits on—the towels are faster in covering up. And nobody will care about seeing us wrapped in towels walking through the resort’s grounds.

  I’ve gotten used to seeing four people in our honeymoon suite. Now we have six people, and it feels more like a party than a small get-together.

  This is a bona fide sex party.

  The towels drop to the carpet. Tara and I watch as the two couples practically leap on each other. Kevin’s hands rush to Savannah’s tits. Gwen’s hands all over Luke’s muscles.

  Tara and I have already swapped partners with both couples, so now they’re exploring each other. The beach served as tantalizing foreplay, with all that skin and frolicking. Everyone here has seen the others fully naked. Now, it’s time for touching that nakedness.

  Kevin practically eats Savannah’s jugs, while Savannah strokes Kevin’s long cock.

  Gwen’s hands and tongue are tracing Luke’s muscles. Luke’s clearly enjoying Gwen’s slim, tight body with his hands.

  Soon, they’re on our bed, that large honeymoon bed. Kevin’s on top of Savannah. Gwen’s on top of Luke. Going at each other in smooth rhythms, spurring eager moans. Thankfully, Savannah is not loud like she was a few nights ago—and she has the longest dick among us inside her.

  Thankfully, Tara isn’t upset at the big-breasted Georgia babe any longer. Things are going swimmingly.

  “We did a good job,” Tara proudly says to me, and we bump fists.

  I nod and smile. It feels strange to have created this. Bringing together two couples into swinging. It’s odd—but exciting—to be the cause of this. I very much doubt the Georgians and Coloradans would’ve had sex like this if it weren’t for Tara and me.

  “How ’bout some for your old man?” I ask my wife.

  “Nothing old about this,” she replies, squeezing my hard-on.

  She bends over and plants her hands on a corner of the busy bed. I enter her from behind, glad for the luxurious sheath of her pussy—and glad for the front-row view of the two couples on the bed, fucking away.

  Is this how a college professor feels as he watches his students work together in an experiment? Not that Tara and I gave these couples any formal training. We just introduced them to swinging. Of bringing fantasy to reality.

  But then, I don’t know if these are each other’s fantasies. Before today, did Kevin fantasize over Savannah’s tits? Did Luke fantasize over Gwen’s firm ass? I have no idea, but they’re enjoying them now.

  Pride swells in me, and it hits me that Tara and I have created a miniature Strathmore Club. I’ve missed looking over the club’s pool area and seeing all that sexy skin, all those people giving and receiving pleasure. Here in Lujuria, Tara and I have grown from a pair to a foursome, to now a sixsome. We’ve all gotten naked on the beach—completely under the resort’s rules—but now we’ve graduated to an orgy. And the resort has nothing to say about that.

  Kevin pulls out of Savannah’s pussy and feeds his cock to Tara. The same sequence we were in during yesterday’s daisy chain. Tara in doggy-style, getting cock from behind and front.

  But I’m not in the mood right now for repeating that chain. Not with Savannah all alone. I slip out of my wife and climb aboard the hot ship Savannah. I get to grab hold of those juicy melons that I sorely missed.

  “Oh sugah,” Savannah says, “it’s good to have you inside me again.”

  Which is flattering, given that a longer cock just left her. “Good to feel these again, baby,” I reply and squeeze her wonderful tits while sucking on their wonderful nipples.

  Damn, Savannah’s jugs are fun. Large and cushy and ready for pleasure. As with the last time I held these beauties, they remind me of Julie and all the great times I had with her and her boobs. And, just like Julie was, Savannah is proud of her rack. She loves having them loved.

  The urge for tasting pussy hits me, and I slip down Savannah’s plush body. She gives a long, low groan as I start licking her vagina. I show this Georgia Peach that her tits aren’t the only thing I’m interested in.

  “Okay,” Gwen says, “I’ve got to try these.” She slides off Luke and holds Savannah’s tits with both of her hands. “Damn, girl, you’ve got some great boobs. Fuck, they’re big.” With that, she bends down and starts licking and sucking on their nipples.

  Meanwhile, I’m lapping at Savannah’s pussy. She groans at all the oral attention. Not loudly, thank goodness.

  Luke watches his girlfriend being worshipped for a little bit, then he moves to behind Tara, where he picks up where I left off. Tara’s got two dicks in her again: Kevin in her mouth and Luke in her pussy.

  Soon, the two men pull out of Tara, lay her down on the bed, and give her the same treatment that Savannah’s receiving. Luke licks Tara’s pussy, while Kevin sucks her tits.

  I bet the guys were concerned about getting too excited and ejaculating, so giving oral to Tara gives their dicks a break. It’s a good plan.

  Savannah beats Tara to an orgasm. Amazingly, she’s really quiet. She tries hard to keep her volume under control, and I’m grateful that the hotel manager isn’t going to pound on the door because our neighbors complained of us being too loud. Thankfully, Savannah has learned her lesson.

  Gwen lets go of Savannah’s tits and straddles her face. What a view! We’re talking spectacular here. From my perspective, I see the bottoms of Savannah’s boob mountains peaked with nipples, then Gwen’s tight ass. Under Gwen’s ass is Savannah’s tongue reaching up to lap at Gwen’s pussy.

  I continue to leisurely lick Savannah’s twat. I’m mesmerized by the view of tits, ass, pussy, and tongue. It’s one of those scenes that I have to put in my mental vault—one of the many images you hope you’ll never forget.

  Tara bursts into her own climax, and I’m glad my wife has achieved the peak, courtesy of Luke and Kevin’s mouths on her tits and pussy.

  As I stand to see her expression of pleasure, Kevin straddles her tits and feeds his cock to her. She eagerly accepts it.

  Inspired by Kevin, I straddle Savannah’s chest. This puts me just behind Gwen, who’s still sitting on the Georgia Peach’s face. I hug Gwen—just as I had done during our scooter rides. But now, Savannah’s tits are my seat cushion. And now, I get to fondle Gwen’s bare tits.

  Also, my erection slides under Gwen’s ass cheeks and nudges Savannah on her chin. The Georgia babe reacts by licking the underside of my dickhead. Her tongue splits its attention, alternating licks on my cock and Gwen’s pussy. Back and forth, her tongue plays.

  “Mmm. I love these hands,” Gwen says down to my hands full of her tits.

  Time to split up my targets. I rub her clitoris with one hand, while feeling her breasts with my other hand.

  Next to us, Kevin’s fucking Tara in missionary style. Luke lays next to her, slowly fucking her mouth.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Gwen says, looking over her shoulder at me.

  She bends forward, getting into doggy-style position, and I gladly fulfill her request. With my dick inside Gwen’s luscious pussy, I can feel Savannah’s tongue lapping at Gwen’s clitoris. Doesn’t take long before Gwen blossoms into her own orgasm—and her moans are gorgeous.

  You’ve got to hand it to us
men. We’ve made sure the ladies get their cookies before any of us have gotten ours.

  Luke sees an opportunity, as Savannah slides out from underneath Gwen. He slides out of my wife’s mouth, and he kneels in front of Gwen, offering his thick meat to her. Her head bobs up and down, so I know she’s taken it into her mouth.

  It’s really hot to see the cute brunette getting to enjoy another day with two cocks in her. Yesterday, I fucked Gwen from behind as she sucked on Kevin. Today, I’m behind her again as she bobs on Luke’s dick. Not that I’m complaining about being in the back for both times. I love holding onto Gwen’s firm ass and thrusting into her pussy.

  Savannah lies down next to Tara and plays with my wife’s boobs. Kevin is still on top of Tara, fucking her in missionary style. Tara’s face is awash in pleasure as her tits get sucked and Kevin pushes inside of her.

  After a bit, Kevin pulls out of Tara and crawls toward Savannah. The lure of the Georgia Peach draws him in.

  “Ooo, sugah,” Savannah says in her syrupy voice. “That’s right, bring that big cock over here. Why don’t you lie down, let me do the work? Just like that, baby. Mmm, look at this nice, big cock.” She straddles his groin, pushing her pussy onto his shaft. “Oh yeah. You’re so fucking long, sugah. I’m gonna ride this big dick. Gonna ride the fuck out of this big dick. Fuck yeah, sugah.”

  Kevin would probably jump through flaming hoops if Savannah asked. Of course, I would, too. Especially if that means she would be humping you, with her titties hopping around. Kevin looks like he’s in seventh heaven, laying there with Savannah grinding on his cock, and staring at her dancing jugs. But he can’t just stare at them; his hands leap up to grab hold of those wondrous boobs.

  My head’s on a swivel as I switch from watching Savannah’s hooters to Gwen’s ass, then to my wife touching herself. So much to see!

  Then Tara moves over to Luke, who is still getting blown by Gwen. Tara leans down to kiss Luke, and she runs her hands over his muscular chest and stomach. He feels up her tits, rubs between her legs.

  I pull out of Gwen. I want to take a breather.