Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  Gwen looks up at Luke and says, “You lie down, too. I wanna ride this thing.”

  Our two sets of friends are now fucking in cowgirl position, with the Georgia and Colorado couples mixed around. Savannah rides on Kevin. Gwen rides on Luke.

  Tara still caresses Luke’s chest and stomach, enjoying his muscles.

  I simply stand and watch, and I’m completely fine with that. Good to take a break now and then.

  Kevin is the first to reach the prize of orgasm, followed by Luke after a few moments. Both moan out “Oh fuck” over and over. It sounds like echoes, the way they grunt and repeat the same phrase. They probably don’t even realize it. They’re so into blissfully coming into each other’s girlfriend.

  Gradually, Gwen and Savannah slow their humping, then they stop altogether. Each leans down and kisses the man underneath her. The man who’s not their boyfriend.

  Tara and I catch each other’s eyes. She smiles and winks at me. Does she feel the same pride as I do? Another successful connection made. Not just us with another couple, but two other couples connecting together. It’s a sweet moment.

  Sure enough, we’ve created our own little Strathmore Club here.

  Suddenly, Savannah is standing in front of me. I was grinning at Tara, then a flash, and my view is blocked by Savannah’s wide smile and delighted eyes.

  Savannah tickles the underside of my dick and says, “Last man standing. Now … what should I do?” One of her glossy red fingernails taps on her bottom lip. “Hmm. Let’s see. What could little ole’ me do to this big ole’ cock?”

  She’s really playing up her accent and Southern charm. But I have to admit that I love it. I’m swept up by her.

  The Georgia Peach says, “Oh! I have an idea.”

  She kneels and swallows my erection and bobs her head. Now I remember: Savannah pretty much uses one move in a blowjob. But I’m not complaining. Having my cock slide in this busty babe’s mouth feels really fucking good.

  Then she releases me and pushes my cock in her plump cleavage. A huge grin is plastered on her face.

  “I know what you like, sugah.” She lays on her molasses accent, nice and thick. “You like fucking my tits. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yeah,” I reply. “It’s one of my weaknesses.”

  Savannah starts moving her jugs, sliding them against my happy cock. She says, “Just one of them? What’s another one?”

  “Getting sucked by two women,” Tara says from the bed. A wife certainly knows.

  Gwen arrives next to us, and she says, “It’s true. When Tara and I did that, Steve looked like he was going to pass out.”

  “Good to know.” Savannah looks proud of the effect she’s having on me, the way she’s smiling up at me. And she’s doing it by herself, not with another woman joining in.

  Gwen kneels down, getting closer to the tit-fucking. She gushes, “Oh my God. Look at that. Fucking those boobs? It makes me wish I had a dick, just so I could fuck ’em, too.”

  Savannah beams even brighter. “Give him a kiss, sugah. When he pops up, give him a big smooch.”

  “Really?” Gwen asks.

  “Really.”

  My dickhead pops up, out of Savannah’s cleavage, and Gwen follows orders by kissing it. Even swirls her tongue around my purple bulb.

  “Give him some lube, too,” Savannah instructs.

  Gwen understands, letting her saliva drip down, into Savannah’s cleavage, coating my shaft. Each time my dickhead appears, Gwen kisses it. Sucks on it for a second. I’m in seventh heaven, like how Kevin looked earlier.

  A minute later, Savannah warns Gwen: “Better get out of the way, honey.”

  Gwen frowns, but complies. I’m not sure if she’s confused or disappointed. But that question washes away as Savannah speeds up her tits. She pushes her jugs together in a firmer vice and moves them up and down quickly. She’s on the final sprint.

  I reach the finish line with a loud groan of release.

  I remember my come-shot the first time Savannah had fucked me with her tits—that was a few nights ago. It was just okay, since I had an orgasm not long before that, and there wasn’t much come in me.

  But this time? Much different. Today, I’ve had hours of build-up. A couple hours of seeing Savannah, Gwen, and Tara naked on the beach—and the other lovely guests, too.

  This time, my orgasm is an eruption. My come shoots up with such a strong force, Savannah jumps. A white line slashes across her cheek. A spurt hits her chin, spraying off. A few spurts hit her neck and ricochet to the side.

  “Oh my God!” Gwen gasps. “You got me, too!”

  Savannah’s got her big tits to be proud of. Gwen’s got her legs and ass to be proud of. Tara’s got her all-over sexiness to be proud of. Kevin’s got a long dick, and Luke’s got a thick one—in addition to his mighty muscles.

  And what about me? I’ve got stamina and enthusiasm and ejaculations. Not all of my come-shots are big, but with lots of build-up, they can be doozies.

  I’ve come to realize that everyone brings something to the table. You find your strengths and emphasize those. On top of that, you can work on your weaknesses. That’s something Tara and I have done together. Just us. And because of that, we’ve felt even more connected.

  Savannah looks down at the streams of my come on her chest, then looks up at me with amazed eyes, and she says, “Holy fuck, Steve, that’s fucking huge.”

  I nod and back up, out of the embrace of her cleavage. Pride swells like a balloon inside me as I look down at her. Rivulets of my come slide down her jugs. Shiny lines on her neck. A creamy line across her cheek. A splot on Gwen’s cheek as she, too, looks up at me with wide eyes. My head’s about to burst with all this tremendous pride. I feel like a total god of sex.

  “Sorry, guys,” I say. “I didn’t mean to get all that on you. I had a lot backed up, from being turned on for so long at the beach.”

  “It’s my fault,” Savannah says. “I got in the firing line.”

  Gwen giggles. “Me, too. But, damn, what a thing to see.”

  Savannah and Gwen wash up in the bathroom. Thankfully, Luke isn’t mad about me spurting so much come on his girlfriend. In the afterglow of his orgasm, he looks far from mad.

  The six of us lounge around the room, on the balcony and in the hot tub. The tub isn’t big enough for all of us at once, so we take turns soaking in the luxurious water.

  None of us puts a stitch of clothes back on, and this makes me think of Strathmore again. We’ve created this little sex paradise without planning it.

  We chat about the sex we just had, the things we particularly liked. The Georgia and Colorado couples are especially excited about it, this being their first time with so many people. They talk about different positions, how good it felt when they were fucking or being sucked or licked. While they rehash the activities, their eyes are alight with wonder.

  Truly, it is a wonder. Having sex with one person you connect deeply with is a wonder. And when you expand that to more people, the pleasure blows you away.

  As we chat, I think about the decision Tara and I made for this last hurrah of swinging. Will our life be boring after this trip? We’re not going to have any more moments like this one, of basking in the post-pleasure of an orgy that held more than one person intent on making you feel good. Tara won’t have two dicks in her at once. I won’t have any other blowjobs by two women at once.

  Then I remember the time before our wedding. How life was just Tara and me. How good that life was.

  Yes. We’re going to make it. We may miss moments like this one. We may sometimes pine for those blissful activities that one partner can’t provide. But those will be temporary wishes. Just like they were in our life after we quit Strathmore. Sure, we missed it. But we had other things. We had the complete attention of each other. We didn’t have to share with anybody else.

  And that’s what we’ll have after our honeymoon. We’ll return to the
warmth and comfort of our love, and we won’t have to worry about anyone intruding on that.

  It’s going to be beautiful. This, right now, is beautiful—in a different way. But being with just my wife? That’s going to be beautiful love.

  “Hey guys,” Tara says. “How about a nice dinner tonight? We can celebrate our last night here.”

  “We’re staying a few more days,” Luke points out.

  “I’m with Tara,” Gwen says. “A celebration is in order. We need to get fancy tonight.”

  It’s agreed all around, and the three couples split up to get ready. The Georgia and Colorado couples head off to their rooms. The plan is for all of us to shower, rest, and get dressed up. Then we’ll meet at the resort’s fancy restaurant.

  With just Tara and I in the room, she turns to me and smiles. “Well? Proud of what we’ve done?”

  “Yeah,” I have to admit. “I know we didn’t go looking for it, but it’s nice to see those couples get into it so much. They had a crazy good time together.”

  Tara grins. “They sure did. You know, I feel like we’re passing the torch. We got into the lifestyle, and now that we’re almost through with it, we’ve introduced others to the lifestyle.”

  “I wonder how they’ll feel about it afterward,” I say. “If they’ll go through the emotions that we went through.”

  “Maybe, maybe not,” Tara says. “We had the insanity of Strathmore. That was too much. I think we’ve given these guys something more down to earth.”

  I nod. “And whatever they do with it, that’s up to them. They can keep going and seek out more swinging—or they can stop with just this time and have some great memories.”

  Tara gives me a warm smile and touches my cheek. “I’m glad we’re done with it. This was great, don’t get me wrong. But it’s like a fantasy vacation. You know it’ll be over soon, and it’ll be time to get back to real life. And you know something? I’m looking forward to getting back to real life.”

  “Yeah?” I ask. “Real life with just your old man and nobody else?”

  Laughing, she says, “That’s right. Now, get in the shower, old man.”

  *****

  Tara and I haven’t been to the resort’s fancy restaurant since our dinner with Savannah and Luke. That night feels like ages ago. I remember how good Tara and Savannah looked in their dresses. I remember how Gwen and I exchanged looks as we passed—me heading out of the restaurant and her heading in.

  Little did I know that I’d be holding her hot ass the very next day.

  As Tara and I walk to the restaurant tonight, I marvel again about how good my wife looks. A long dress flows to her ankles. It’s buttery yellow, with light pink hibiscus flowers. It’s a subtle pattern, but there’s nothing subtle about how the material snugly hugs her sexy curves.

  When the other couples arrive, the ladies blow me away with their dresses. Naked is wonderful—but it’s also nice to see women in enticing clothes. Savannah, of course, heaves at her dress, showing a mile of cleavage and the rounded tops of her rack. Gwen wears the shortest dress of the three ladies. Under her irresistibly cute face, her dress accentuates her hard body. Her slim legs stretch down, from under the dress that stops just above her mid-thigh. It’s a short dress, but not slutty.

  Dinner turns out to be a great party for the six of us. Proving that we can enjoy ourselves with our clothes still on. But then, we’ve already proven that with the Colorado couple many times over, with the day trips we took. And now, we’re warming back up to the Georgia couple after that speed bump a few nights ago.

  The conversation skips over many topics, and the laughs are many. The food’s delicious. Fresh seafood and loads of vegetables for me and the ladies, while Kevin and Luke have steak.

  I note that Savannah and Luke have one cocktail before dinner and only one glass of wine during dinner. They’re bubbly without being sloppy. It’s nice to see they’re not going to repeat that loud, drunken night.

  At one point, Kevin raises his wine glass and says, “We need to have a toast. A toast to Tara and Steve.” The others smile and raise their glasses. “To Tara and Steve,” Kevin continues, “for bringing us all together. For making all of this wild fun happen.”

  “Well,” I reply, “we didn’t do it all by ourselves.”

  Kevin tips his wine glass toward me, pointing. “No, but you guys lit the match that ignited the fire.”

  “So true,” Gwen says, grinning at me. “I’ll drink to that.”

  As the six of us clink our wine glasses, a memory hits me. The dinner at the bungalow hotel’s restaurant. With Kiefer. That was when Kiefer had told us about the Strathmore Club. It was the first time Tara and I had heard of it. Kiefer served as a mentor for us that day, and then later at Strathmore.

  Am I feeling the same things that Kiefer did, when he introduced us—and other couples—to swinging? This parting of the curtains to show you another world, a world where fantasies live?

  I realize that Tara and I have come full circle. From swinging newbies to introducing others to it. The switch has been rewarding, since we’ve seen others give and receive pleasure.

  But I have to wonder, though. Kiefer is a life-long swinger. Tara and I are not. It was clear how excited Kiefer was to have us into the fold and join his private world. And then, he was really disappointed when we left.

  That’s the difference, I realize.

  Here at Lujuria, Tara and I were out to have a good time. We weren’t looking to recruit members to become nudists or swingers or anything else. We simply wanted to enjoy pleasure with other people. No more than that.

  Knowing this makes me feel good. Because I don’t want to be like Kiefer. I’m not trying to swell the ranks of Strathmore for legions of swingers. I only want to connect with people on an intimate level.

  And, after this trip, the only one on this intimate level will be my wife. I’ll certainly drink to that.

  Gwen leans forward, and she’s got a wicked sparkle in her eyes. She looks right and left, then says in a low voice: “Hey, I’ve got an idea. What do you guys think about sex on the beach tonight?”

  Eyebrows go up all around the table.

  Luke’s the first to reply, saying, “I take it that you don’t mean the drink, Sex on the Beach.”

  Gwen’s grin looks like a mischievous cat. “No way, buster.”

  I remember seeing the two silhouettes on the beach as I walked away from Tara and Ayana the bartender getting it on. Several nights ago. Those silhouettes turned out to be Gwen and Kevin. They were a bold couple, all right.

  Are the rest of us bold enough for some action on the beach?

  Hell, yeah.

  The air at our table now seems electric, charged with anticipation as we finish our meals and eat dessert of tropical fruits. Sure, we were already anticipating a sex party after dinner. But this suggestion pops it up a notch.

  Are the others also thinking of positions we could try on the beach? A very big yes, judging from their eyes glinting with sinful glee and moving from person to person. Surely, they’re imagining various possibilities.

  After dinner, we split up to fetch towels and bedspreads from our rooms. It feels like we’re on a secret mission. We meet up where the pathway leaves the pool area and meets the beach. Some other couples are there, walking hand in hand for romantic strolls on the beach. It’s simply part of the atmosphere here.

  That means us three couples fit right into the atmosphere of night-time walks on the beach. We’re just a bigger group—but that’s not enough for anyone to sense that rule breaking is about to commence.

  “Let’s go beyond the resort’s beach,” I say. “There’s a stretch of beach between two resorts. There are no lights there, so it’s nice and dark.”

  Nobody asks how I know this, they just agree that it’s a good idea, and we head toward that darker spot of beach.

  The knowledge gained from my long walk several nights ago pays off. The
area fits very well for our mission. This portion of beach is not awash in light by any hotel or resort. Just the slice of moon is illumination. We can see silhouettes walking in the distance, but nobody’s close to us.

  I suppose this area is here for giving Mother Nature some space. Maybe the area is restricted from commercial development for environmental causes, to have a cluster of plants where a pool for tourists might otherwise be.

  We walk a little off the beach, behind leafy foliage, in case someone happens to walk by. We find an ideal spot. A circle of sand surrounded by tropical plants. Palm trees stretch above us. Waves roll just beyond the bushes. It’s perfect.

  We smooth out our bedspreads over the sand. Our clothes fall.

  Wordlessly, we jump right into the action. We couple up, all with mixed partners, and the orgy begins. Tara is on her knees blowing Luke. Kevin sucks on Savannah’s plump tits as she strokes his cock. Gwen and I are making out, my hands full of her firm butt cheeks.

  The dreamy feeling returns.

  A long time ago, when the swinging adventure started for Tara and me, a dreamy feeling regularly took me over. I guess it was because my mind had a hard time fathoming the extraordinary action around me. My mind processed the action as a dream. For awhile, I thought it was a dream.

  But the more Tara and I visited Strathmore, the fewer times the dreamy feeling came. I suppose my brain got accustomed to this new reality. Fuzziness turned into sharp details.

  It’s nice to have the dreaminess return. It fits here, amid the palm trees, sea air, thudding waves, and night breeze. It fits with these two couples who are new to swinging.

  Maybe the dreaminess returns because this is the first time that I’ve had sex on a beach? Strange that I’ve never gotten around to it, given that I live in South Florida. Just one of those things.

  On this dreamy night, the positions and sensations flow from one to the other, in a soft, fuzzy sequence of lovemaking.

  I fuck Gwen in missionary, mesmerized by her cute face … the other two couples moaning and slowly thrusting … Gwen’s pussy feeling like a wet, plush pillow embracing my cock … then I shift across the bedspread, burying my face between Savannah’s boobs … Savannah lies on her back … I go down on her as Kevin fucks her tits … Tara is at my side, caressing my legs, then wrapping her lips around my cock … she sucks me as I slurp on Savannah’s pussy … I turn over and pull Tara up, so that she straddles my face … lapping at my wife’s pussy … she gently bounces then moves down to my cock, impaling herself, plunging my cock into her wetness … Savannah asks Tara for a turn, then the Georgia Peach bounces on me, with her jugs dancing … Kevin stands next to Savannah and feeds his cock to her … Savannah’s lips slide up and down Kevin’s long shaft as her boobs jiggle … I see Gwen being humped from behind by Luke … Gwen’s eyes bulge and she grunts each time Luke heaves his thick cock deep into her … Savannah climbs off me and gets on all fours and I settle behind her, fuck her doggy-style … I slide out to take a breather … Tara and Savannah both go down on Kevin, his face a beacon of delight as his come sprays on Savannah’s tits … me settling between Tara’s legs and I lick her pussy that tastes like the sea air … Savannah and Kevin return from a skinny dip in the sea, their hair dripping wet … Luke’s grunts are deeper as he fucks Gwen faster, then he slows and pulls his soft dick out, leaving his come inside the Colorado cutie … Tara pulling at my hair as she has an orgasm … I climb on top of her and fuck my beautiful wife … Savannah massages my nuts as I fuck Tara … I pull out, and Savannah licks me and jerks my shaft, until I spurt come on Tara’s stomach … we walk into the sea, my wife and I holding hands, water lapping at our skin like a lover … Tara and I embrace and kiss, and she whispers, “It’s beautiful out here.”