Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  Indeed, it is.

  The Strathmore Club is beautiful and nicely manicured. An enclosed paradise. Tall privacy walls and bushes keep out prying eyes of outsiders. Inside those walls are palm trees and trimmed golf fairways. All well planned and maintained.

  This beach is the opposite. We’re not enclosed by walls. Water of the Caribbean stretches to the horizon. Sand stretches as far as the eye can see. Sure, there are hotels and other buildings along the beach. But these are small spots along the seemingly endless nature.

  Beautiful, sensual nature. Sand, wind, and water. We splash in the water, and the feeling of it is sumptuous against our naked skin. I feel more immersed in real nature than I ever did at Strathmore.

  Returning to our secret garden. Skin slides against me. The smooth skin of legs, butts, stomachs, breasts, cheeks, lips.

  Lips for kissing. For kissing other lips. For kissing the smooth skin on all those wonderful parts of women’s bodies. Lips for kissing the soft skin of vaginas. Skin that’s salty from the sea. Skin that’s now loved by me and the other men as adore our ladies.

  The men give sensual love to the women, as we change partners. Our tongues and lips and fingers are all busy with giving pleasure to moist pussies, hard nipples, eager lips, necks, and earlobes.

  Pillow-soft moans float around us, as the women twist and arch. They move against us men like waves. Their compressed voices tell of their orgasms, as they shiver in bliss and try to not to scream out. Screams that could give our party away to strangers who could ruin our orgy.

  And then, the women return the favor, their tongues lapping against cocks to raise them, harden them, make them ready for more action. Fingertips frolic and tongues slurp and puckered lips kiss and throats open for as much length as they can handle.

  Low grunts begin as the men pump our cocks into mouths and pussies. A second round of fucking starts. Beautiful sounds mix with the swishing palm leaves, dancing in the soft evening breeze. Our bodies are also dancing, sliding across each other, seeming to be always in motion. Like the surface of the sea.

  As I hump Savannah in doggy-style, our slapping reminds me of the waves slapping on the shore. I keep a good, regular rhythm, thudding into her wet, cushy cunt—and I lean forward, so I can grab big handholds of these awesome tits that I adore. Such big tits, their wondrous flesh in my hands. Wet, so wet, is her delicious pussy. All so immensely glorious.

  Luke appears, sticking his thick cock in front of his girlfriend’s face. She gobbles it. Luke holds her head and fucks her mouth. I straighten up, make eye contact with Luke. There’s a wild look in there, a savagery. He looks back at me for a second, then stares down at his girlfriend, to see his dick slide between her lips, plunge again and again into the ocean of her mouth. I know it’s a mesmerizing rhythm, as I do the same in the ocean of her pussy.

  Then I’m standing and holding Gwen in my lap, bouncing her on my cock, pulling off another standing fuck with her. She giggles in my ear, “I love this. You fucking rock, Steve.”

  Pride blushes my cheeks. Yeah, I can pull off a standing fuck now. It’s been a long time since I saw Derek fuck Tara in a standing position on our first day at Strathmore. Now I can do it.

  And Gwen’s snug pussy feels amazing as it slides against my cock. Gwen’s tight little ass feels amazing in my hands. It’s incredibly tight and firm. I’ve gone from handholds of Savannah’s jugs to Gwen’s butt cheeks. Tits to ass. Gwen’s arms hug around me, her perky breasts press against my chest, her little ass hops on my lap, her pussy gliding against my dick, over and over.

  My face is between Gwen’s legs, my mouth full of her pussy. The pussy that my cock was just in. Now my tongue’s inside of her, and I’m making out with it, French kissing her sopping-wet cunt. I want to make it wetter. Wetter than the fucking Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean combined. She gazes down at me with eyes like the night sky, twinkling, endless. I stare into them as I slurp and give her vagina as much pleasure as I can.

  Wetness touches my ass. Fingers on my cock. Nearly jumping, I look back. Tara is behind me, licking my ass and balls and dick. Feels really nice, and I return to Gwen, giving her all I can. Gwen’s fingers are in my hair, ruffling, then gripping my head. Her low moans are like music. Her eyes are huge and twinkling and beautiful.

  “No more,” Gwen groans. “No more, Steve. I’m turning to jelly. God, so many orgasms. I still need some strength.”

  Tara asking me, “How ’bout you fuck your wife, like you just fucked that hot little ass?”

  Tara’s in my hands, and I’m cradling her as I did Gwen. I’m standing again, bouncing my wife on my cock, reminding her that I’ve fucked her like this earlier in our honeymoon, on this vacation of sex and love and connecting with others.

  She giggles, licks the curve of my ear, and says, “I want to make sure you get a good workout.”

  Then I’m laying on my side, spooning with Savannah, humping her from behind. My tired arms are glad for the break. My hands are happy to be full of her plump boobs again. Tara lays in front of us, and Savannah’s head is between my wife’s legs. Tara holds one thigh up, so Savannah can really get in there and lap at her pussy.

  Further up our sex train, Tara’s face is buried between Kevin’s legs. I can see Tara’s neck and jaw, and there’s a dick stuck between her lips. I can see Kevin’s balls and ass. Tara’s head bobs as she sucks on his long member.

  I finally get to lie on my back. My muscles sigh in relief. Gwen twirls her fingertips around my dick, her fingers caressing my shaft, and the tip of her tongue tickles the bulb of my cock. She smiles at me, massages my balls, eyes twinkling again as she stuffs my dick in her mouth, lapping at the underside of my shaft. Her tongue reminds me of waves lapping the shore. My cock is in her depths, soaking in the wetness of her mouth. She releases me, licks me and tickles and caresses me. I float in bliss.

  At some point, her mouth and fingers stop. She says, “Gotta go, I wanna see Kevin come.” With a wink, she’s gone.

  My cock doesn’t remain lonely for long. Savannah climbs on top of me, rides me, and those tits bounce beautifully. I’ve enjoyed them again and again, as I’ve enjoyed Gwen’s ass. I haven’t grown tired of either one.

  Savannah’s ass pat-pat-pats on my thighs, her pussy taking over where Gwen’s tongue left off. The Georgia Peach leans forward, so I can grab hold of her jugs and suck on them, ’cause they’re finally in front of me, finally staring me in the face, so I can finally taste them, clutch the warm soft globes in my hands and suck, suck, suck on these hard nipples, moving back and forth, giving both adoration. All while her hips keep humping up and down, undulating like currents, moving the warm wet of her glowing pussy on me, glowing with lust and bliss and yearning for more.

  This smooth ride seems to go on forever. Forever, her velvety pussy slides against my cock, her nipples are hard nubs suckled in my mouth, her ripe tits fills my hands, her moans above me, her breath warm on my forehead. On and on and on, the dreamy sensations flow and swirl.

  Seemingly hours later, she sits up. Her tits leave my lips and hands. “Jesus,” she says. “Are you ever gonna come?”

  “Soon,” I groan, and it’s the truth.

  “Sugah, you feel amazing, but mamma needs a break.” Gone, that glowing wet ocean pussy. Gone, those spectacular tits.

  Night air on my cock. Nearby is an audience of Tara, Kevin, Gwen, and Luke. They’re all naked and fondling each other. They were watching the show of Savannah and me as she rode me.

  But now, the show’s only me. Still laying on my back, I gaze back at them, and I feel an odd curiosity that they’ve been watching Savannah and me all this time, and I didn’t realize it.

  Gwen comes to me. Her irresistibly cute face is above my cock, and she’s looking at me. Smiling at me. Gwen’s cute, smiling face has taken over where Savannah was. Gwen’s damp hair is swept back. It’s still a little wet from when we went skinny dipping between our bouts of fucking.
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br />   “My turn, sugah,” Gwen says, affecting a Southern accent. She swallows my dick, holds it in her mouth for several pounding heartbeats, then she releases me. “Sorry ’bout the interruption before. But now, I’m gonna finish the job.”

  Her lips wrap around my cock again, plunging me back into her mouth. Suckling on my member, her tongue sliding against my shaft. I’m back underwater, like I was with Savannah’s pussy—wet and warm and glowing. But now, the currents are stronger. Gwen’s sucking and licking are more deliberate, and her hand caressing my balls adds to the motion.

  I leap into the sky of her eyes again. Like earlier, when I was between her legs and licking her sweet cunt. Back then, I had stared up at her face, just as she’s doing to me now. Now, I’m back inside the starry night sky of her eyes. I’ve done it with Tara tons of times, but now it’s with Gwen.

  This friendly and cute babe with the slender legs that feel so good when they’re wrapped around you, with the tightest ass that feels so good when you grab it as you fuck her from behind, as you pump into her beautiful pussy and make her moan and tremble in orgasms. Sweet Gwen, who’s a little shy at first, and then unleashes her inner savage when she’s more comfortable with you.

  Then I come.

  My cock is still inside her mouth, snug in the clasp of her lips. Snug in her hand wrapped around the base of my pole. Snug inside the sky of her eyes.

  I have no way of knowing how much come spurts out. I had a decent come-shot earlier, when Savannah jerked me off, making me spurt on my wife’s stomach. A bigger come-shot was even earlier, before dinner, when my dick was snug between Savannah’s jugs and my come exploded all over her neck, with a little bit getting on her face.

  This time, my come-shot is hidden. It’s all inside Gwen’s mouth. But I’m not worried about trying to impress them with a big spray of my cream. All I know is that my climax goes on and on, the pleasure continually washing through me as pulses pump through my balls and cock and emanate through my whole body.

  How long does it last? I’ve got no clue. Five minutes? Okay, that’s a bit much. I’m simply lost in Gwen’s eyes and the pleasure pulsing through me.

  Eventually, it’s over.

  “Mmm, sugah,” Gwen says with her fake Southern accent. “I slayed the dragon.” Her smile is fantastically cute, her face pleased, her eyes twinkling.

  I melt to utter softness.

  Then I’m in the sea. Literally, not figuratively—like when I was inside pussies and mouths. All six of us are in the sea, skinny dipping again. All grinning and kissing and hugging.

  The analogy flips. Now, I feel like I’m inside a pussy, that the sea is one big pussy. I’ve had so much sex and been inside the pussies and mouths of the three babes so many times, that the warm water now makes me think of them.

  The sea, the pussies, the mouths: All of the wetness blends together into a blissful, warm motion that never ceases.

  *****

  I’m in bed.

  What happened? Wasn’t I just skinny dipping in the Caribbean? Was the whole thing a dream?

  The fuzzy dream sensation clears into detail. I can make sense of my surroundings. I’m in the honeymoon suite. In bed. I don’t remember going back to the hotel last night. But we did.

  Gwen’s laying next to me. Sleeping. Her face is utterly peaceful.

  No, it wasn’t a dream. We had a wondrous orgy on the beach last night. I fucked that cute babe’s pussy and mouth. I held that cute babe as I fucked her standing up. And I fucked her doggy-style. And I came into her mouth.

  There’s some motion. Small motion. Rhythmic motion. Just beyond Gwen is Kevin. He’s facing down. I prop up, on my elbows, to see what’s going on.

  Kevin notices my movement and grins at me. He’s on top of Tara. He’s softly, slowly fucking her.

  Memories pop up as Tara also notices me and smiles, too. Last night, after skinny dipping, we wrapped ourselves in fluffy robes and walked down the beach, back to Lujuria. We said good night to each other. But Gwen and Kevin snuck around and met us at the honeymoon suite. We didn’t want to hurt Savannah and Luke’s feelings that the Colorado couple was spending the last night with us.

  So that’s how it happened. How I woke up next to Gwen. How Kevin is fucking my wife next to us.

  Gwen blinks at me. Grins. The third person to smile at me this morning. It’s a very friendly morning.

  I lean down and kiss her. In our sweet kiss, another memory arrives: my long orgasm as she sucked on me the night before. My dick was between these soft lips, held there moist and snug as the pleasure she gave me brought me to the stars.

  As we kiss, I slide on top of her. I direct my morning wood between her legs, push inside her. She gasps against my lips. I mimic Kevin, and I softly fuck Gwen. It’s sweet, like our kiss, like this morning with the sunlight coming through the sliding glass doors.

  The four of us are close together in bed, and it feels incredibly intimate. As if we’ve been lovers for years instead of mere days. It’s far different than the wild fuck-fest of last night. It’s a tender lovemaking.

  The women reach over and touch their own men. Tara strokes my side as Gwen strokes Kevin. Then each woman turns back to the man on top of her and touches their current lover. Gwen’s hands slide along my back, smooth through my hair, caress my cheeks.

  I kiss Gwen on the lips and neck. I suck her nipples while I leisurely glide inside of her. No rush is in sight. Kevin and I move smoothly on the purring women.

  Eventually, Kevin’s low grunting tells of his orgasm, and his butt pushes forward with stronger thrusts. Tara’s letting him come inside her. That’s unusual for her in our swinging times.

  But that thought slips away as I soak in the plushness of Gwen’s lips and cunt.

  When I come, there’s the same feeling of last night, when I came in Gwen’s mouth. Back then, I was lost in her eyes. Now, I’m lost in the pillows of her lips against mine, and the smooth warmth of her body under me, and the velvety wonder of her vagina.

  There are no thoughts of saying good-bye or packing. All of that can wait for later.

  *****

  “I miss them, too.” Tara gives me a smile as she reads my mind. “But, like we said, we’ll take a trip up to Colorado and go skiing. And they’ll come down to us, have a beach vacation.”

  “Yeah,” I reply. “Those will be nice. It’ll be good to see them again. But that’s for later. More important is us. Now, we’re on a new adventure.”

  My wife’s grin grows, and she grasps my hand, holds it between hers. “Damn straight. It’s just us now. Think you can handle just me?”

  I look out the airplane’s window next to Tara, out to the sky and sea stretching to meet at the horizon. Blue and blue, forever onward.

  Saying goodbye to Savannah and Luke after breakfast was a bit disappointing. I’ll miss her sassiness and Southern accent and majestic tits.

  But saying goodbye to Gwen and Kevin at the airport was difficult. We’ve grown close in just a few days. We’ve become great friends and great lovers. The feeling of our lovemaking this morning showed that clearly to me. It was a nice, tender way to end our honeymoon swinging.

  “Damn straight,” I say, echoing Tara. “I’ve handled just you so far. Why not in the future?”

  My wife winks at me. “Only checking.”

  After our various experiences, we’re still together. Strathmore didn’t drive us apart. Nor had the two couples—and one bartender—we had enjoyed on our honeymoon.

  Tara and I never cheated on each other in secret. We didn’t break up our relationship to fuck other people. We didn’t have to. We fucked other people while still having a relationship and being open about it.

  Through the whole swinging time, we talked a great deal about how we were doing as a couple. We discovered that Strathmore gave us an outlet for our lust of others. And that was good—for awhile.

  And through all that, our love remained strong. Thankfu
lly.

  Also strong is our own sex life—with just each other. All those hotties at Strathmore were fun, don’t get me wrong. But Tara knows exactly how to turn me on. What buttons to push. Which buttons to stroke and lick and suck. And she knows precisely what will get me off.

  A side effect of Strathmore was that sometimes my erection lasted for a long time. Could’ve been the variety of partners. Could’ve been the more exercise my dick was getting. Could’ve been Strathmore’s magical smoothies, those All-Day Woodies.