Swinging by a Thread: The Misadventures of an Accidental Swinger

by Audra Morgan

  Turning his attention back to Felicia, Tyler slid two fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out with curved fingers until he found the right motion to make her squirm. He continued for several minutes, then just as she was practically writhing like a fish out of water, he began to suck at her clit voraciously. He loved the taste of a wet pussy, and it was quite evident he particularly enjoyed hers. She seemed to enjoy it too, as she began to orgasm loudly. Very loudly for such a tiny girl. She pushed his face deeper into her as she writhed in pleasure, screaming out and shaking the entire bed. Once her orgasm subsided and she caught her breath, Tyler rose to his knees and pulled her down in front of him. She began slowly sucking his cock, using her tongue in a way I could tell he thoroughly enjoyed, then she quickened the pace. The look on Tyler’s face and the “Oh Gods” escaping his lips made me smile, knowing someone else actually had skills in the blow job department for a change.

  I attempted to continue demonstrating my own skills for Matthew, but he had other things planned. He flipped me onto my stomach, grabbed a condom, and pushed his cock almost roughly into me. It curved quite differently than the cock I was accustomed to, and I let out a surprised gasp at the new sensation. Realizing Matthew was one step ahead of him, Tyler guided Felicia onto her back and opened up a condom. He slid into her drenched pussy effortlessly as he clasped her ankles and pushed them back behind her head. She let out several soft moans, which began to increase in volume and intensity as he fucked her more forcefully

  I was surprised to find that Matthew also had a level of skill at fucking that many men we’d encountered sadly did not. His cock felt amazing, pounding into me with just the right speed and pressure, and I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations as I peeked over my shoulder to see what Tyler was up to. Nothing made me hotter than watching Tyler fuck a cute girl – and fuck her he did. He was clearly enjoying himself as he watched his cock slide in and out of her smooth, wet pussy, which only turned me on even more.

  Matthew flipped me once again onto my back and began fucking me even harder, and Tyler used his free hand to rub my clit as he continued to pound into Felicia. Tyler’s hand and Matthew’s cock both felt so good, and the sensations built up until I finally exploded, screaming and shaking the entire bed, nearly knocking Tyler off of Felicia. Tyler smiled a huge, wicked smile, then he removed his hand from me and focused all his attention on Felicia. He caressed her breasts with one hand as he ran a thumb over her clit, fucking her all the while. She moaned and clawed at his chest, and it was quite a sight to see. I could tell Tyler was close to coming, and I could feel that Matthew was as well. Matthew came first with a violent shudder, then collapsed on the bed beside me. Moments later Tyler exploded inside Felicia, letting out a deep sigh and then falling onto the bed with a well-deserved thud.

  We all lay in bed, smiling and content, for a few minutes, until I finally broke the calm by jumping up get dressed. The others took that as their cue to do the same. We made small talk for a few minutes, but it was clear that we were all ready for some time alone with our own spouses. We hugged and kissed them goodbye, and we promised to look them up if we ever made it back to town. They did the same. Once we’d said our goodbyes, Tyler grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the sofa next to him. I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his face towards me and kissed me passionately. River tubing was in five short hours, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of us making love as we recounted the hot time we’d just had together. We could only hope that the couple we planned to meet the next night was just as amazing.

  Second Chances

  While Tyler and I were, as a rule, not fond of giving a couple another chance after a bad first encounter, we decided on one occasion to make an exception. We’d had a bit of an awkward first experience with Aaron and Angela, despite months of emailing and chatting online. It had been their first time, and it simply didn’t go too well. Tyler had written them off as anything more than platonic friends, but I felt inclined to give them another chance. I always was a sucker for kindly worded invitations. After a day or so of debating the merits of a second go-round, we finally agreed to get together one more time. Aaron and Angela once again offered to make the two hour trip to see us, and plans were set into motion.

  After a somewhat awkward dinner, we drove to the local swing club for cocktails, conversation, and hopefully some better chemistry this go-round. After a few hours of more of the former than the latter, Angela leaned in to Tyler and me and suggested relocating to their hotel, which happened to be just around the corner. Smiling sheepishly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of bubble bath. “We have a Jacuzzi in the room,” she said with an exaggerated wink. We’d had a lively online discussion about swinger stereotypes during our months of chatting, and that was certainly one of them. Four people in a hot tub…sigh…but the Mr. Bubble bubble bath was a twist, to be sure. The night would either be tons of fun, or an absolute disaster, and I just wasn’t sure which. Still, we nodded in approval and headed out for our bubble bath hot tub adventure.

  Figuring out that while the ice might have been cracked a bit at the club, it still wasn’t quite broken, I decided it was my turn to take the plunge, literally. It had been my decision to give this a chance, and I was ready to move things along and see what might transpire. I turned on the hot water, kicked off my boots, stripped, and hopped into the tub, generously dousing it with the bubble bath Angela had probably only jokingly brought along. Angela giggled, quite obviously pleased by the sight of the bubbles rapidly filling the tub. Aaron stood near the tub, holding his glass of cranberry juice and looking more nervous than he had all night. Realizing I was the only one in the room who’d divested myself of clothing, Tyler wasted no time in undressing, tossing his clothes onto the floor with mine, and hopping into the tub next to my bubbly self.

  By the time Tyler was in the water, it had risen higher, and the bubbles were threatening to take over the room, if not the entire floor of the hotel. I was oblivious to the imminent threat of bubble domination as I yanked Tyler closer to me and kissed him. It had been quite some time since I was in a hot tub, and I quite enjoyed the feel of his warm, slippery body against mine. I nibbled at his neck and kissed his jawline, enjoying the fact that he’d shaved just hours before and had silky smooth skin. I ran my tongue down the length of his throat and gave him an unexpected bite, and he tightened his grip on me, beginning to explore my familiar body with his hands.

  We felt the water deepen and realized we had company in the tub; for a moment we’d forgotten there were other people in the room. Noticing that we were a bit wrapped up in each other, Aaron began to kiss his wife and massage her shoulders. Happy that they were otherwise occupied, I returned my attention to Tyler. I kissed him once more, and he kissed me back, this time with increasing urgency. Without breaking the kiss, he took hold of my hand, guiding it under the water and around his cock, which was already throbbing and aching with want. The water was delightfully slippery, and I stroked him, gently at first, then faster and harder, just the way I knew he liked it. After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of being jerked off in the warm, bubbly water, Tyler realized he better shift gears before ending the evening prematurely. He took my hands, pinning them behind my back and pushing me against the other side of the tub. I let out a little squeal as my back was pressed into one of the Jacuzzi jets. He covered my mouth with his hand, shaking his head and laughing a bit as he began to nibble at my throat. The nibbles turned into hard bites and I let out a few stifled moans, his hand still over my mouth.

  His other hand slid down my throat, to my breasts. He pinched my nipples and smiled again, knowing that was a sensation I was only just getting used to liking. His hand closed more tightly over my mouth as I attempted to moan, and he continued on to the other nipple. Satisfied that he’d gotten me sufficiently worked up, his hand traveled down across my belly and further down, finding just the right spot. He removed his hand from my mouth and slid it behin
d me, cradling my head as he worked his magic on my clit. The room began to spin, and suddenly I was coming again and again, finally forcing his hands away from me for fear I might pass out from the combination of pleasure and intensely hot water.

  Taking a deep breath and returning to full consciousness, I realized Aaron and Angela were watching us with intense expressions. Not wanting them to feel left out, Tyler reached his hand behind Angela’s neck and kissed her deeply while gently pushing me in Aaron’s direction. I was a bit hesitant at first, still unsure of how the night would play out after our awkward first encounter, but this time he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I realized his nervousness was fading and his desire was taking over, and I was both relieved and incredibly turned on.

  Tyler and Angela were deeply focused on each other, kissing and touching and enjoying each other’s bodies. Tyler must have felt my gaze on him, because he opened his eyes, smiled, and pulled me closer. He reached out and took my hand, guiding it between Angela’s legs. I rubbed her clit and she began breathing rhythmically, giving out soft moans here and there. Tyler and Aaron kissed both sides of her neck and rubbed her breasts, making her breathing come harder and faster. As shy as Angela had seemed earlier, she was clearly enjoying the attention. She began to arch her back, and her breasts seemed even fuller and perkier as Tyler and Aaron caressed them. She let out a little gasp, then she pushed my hand away, leaned towards me, and kissed me.

  We knew we would turn into prunes if we didn’t exit the hot tub very soon. After a few more kisses and caresses, we all got out, dried off, and hopped onto the bed. Aaron smiled at me, kissed me, then kissed his way down my body until his head disappeared between my legs. I closed my eyes, then opened them as I felt Tyler’s cock pushing against my mouth. He was kneeling over me with a wicked grin, and of course I was more than happy to oblige him. Angela kissed Tyler and slid her hand around the base of his cock as I took the length of it into my mouth. I could hear soft moans escaping him as he kissed her, and after a few minutes he pulled away from me and tossed Angela onto her back, pulling her legs up and thrusting into her. From the sound of it, she was enjoying it immensely, and he began to fuck her harder. He grabbed my shoulder and told me to get on my knees, which I did immediately, positioning myself so that I was facing him and Angela, with Aaron behind me.

  Tyler was worried Aaron would once again lose his nerve midway through our encounter; he wasn’t going to let that happen again. Tyler instructed Aaron to fuck me, and as I watched him and Angela, I felt Aaron’s cock plunge into me from behind. I leaned forward to kiss Angela, then I ran my mouth down her neck and onto her breasts. Tyler wound his fingers through my hair as he slid his cock into her, and I felt a sudden tug as he pulled my head down to her pussy. Knowing exactly what he had in mind, I began to tongue her clit as he fucked her. Unable to resist, my tongue found his cock and licked it as I licked her. It was evident just how much this turned him on, and his thrusting increased in speed.

  Aaron followed suit, and I had a hard time keeping my mouth in the right place. But I gave it my best effort, and Tyler and Angela seemed to appreciate the attention. Both of them were moaning and closing their eyes, enjoying the moment. I put my hands flat on the bed and pushed myself up, kissing Tyler as hard as I possibly could. The sudden kiss surprised him, and he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me back even harder, until I was certain my mouth would bruise. He began to tremble, and I knew he was close to orgasm. He exploded inside her while his tongue was still in my mouth. It seemed all the excitement had gotten to Aaron too, and he let out a satisfied moan, then collapsed onto me. We all fell into a pile, exhausted and smiling.

  I looked at the clock and realized it was already 3 AM. As tired and comfortable as we were, we dragged ourselves out of bed to get dressed. I whispered that magic word softly into Tyler’s ear – “IHOP” – and he got his shoes on in record time. We thanked Aaron and Angela and told them we had a great time. They suggested we drive up to see them sometime, and we half-sincerely agreed. Once out of the hotel, we had a long but pleasant walk to our car. After a lingering kiss outside our car, we headed for pancakes so that we could energize for what was to come when we arrived home.

  Quarter Nights

  As we drove up Canal Street, Tyler gave me a sarcastic grin. “Do you think they’ll stand us up?” He asked, laughing and poking me playfully in the side. He always enjoyed psyching me out as we were on our way to meet people. After pushing his hand away and smacking him, I replied, “Nah, they’ll show. They’ll probably be hours late, but they’ll show.” I knew one of them had to work this evening, but not sure which one, or even where they worked. All of this had been discussed last night when we originally met them, but we had all been drinking. A lot. So much so that Shelly had had to end the night quite a bit prematurely. And by end the night prematurely, I mean we had to carry her twelve blocks through the downtown crowds to their car to be driven home only about two hours after the four of us met up. “Well, it’s no big deal,” Tyler added. “Just don’t get too drunk waiting for them to show up – we don’t need another night like last night!” I slapped him again.

  We’d left early enough that parking was a breeze, and we were at our favorite bar in no time. Our bartender of choice, Blake, was still on duty, and he smiled and rolled his eyes at us as we sidled up to the bar on our usual stools. “Anything interesting going on tonight?” he asked somewhat sarcastically as he made us our vodka lemonades. Freshly made with lemon and sugar – Blake had been our favorite bartender for quite some time, and he knew exactly what we liked to drink. “We sure hope so,” I replied, smiling that evil smile that Tyler had come to love and Blake had grown quite accustomed to. Despite our agreement to not overdo it, we were on our third round within twenty minutes.

  An hour and a few more drinks later, we finally received a text from Carl. They were parking and would be there shortly. Tyler ordered one last round. Happy hour was almost over, so he figured it simply had to be done. We agreed to sip the new drinks slowly, and we sat and talked about the previous night as we awaited their arrival. Despite how well we’d all hit it off, we were both a bit nervous about seeing them again. They were possibly the most attractive couple we had met thus far, not to mention the youngest. He was about 15 years younger than me, which was both exciting and a bit daunting. The flirting, dancing, and kissing had gone great, but how would the rest of the night go? Only one way to find out, we figured.

  A few minutes later they walked into the bar, and we smiled at our new friends, then at each other. I think we’d almost forgotten just how attractive they both were. Kyle was tall, built, and far too young for me, although he didn’t seem to think so. Shelly was cute as a button, with blonde hair and blue eyes to die for. She seemed somewhat shy and humble, which only added to her attractiveness. They were both as friendly as they could be, and we instantly felt as comfortable as we had with them the night before.

  After a few more drinks, Shelly suggested heading to the dance floor. Carl cringed and made a joke about her two left feet, but I slapped him, took her hand, and headed with her to the center of the dance floor. Once there, it became apparent that we were the only ones dancing this early. Realizing it was too late to bail, we danced to Rihanna’s newest song, an overly repetitive number that was still quite catchy. Shelly giggled up a storm, clearly not tipsy enough to dance alone on the large dance floor as dozens of people watched on. Finally the song ended (damn those extended remixes), giving us an excuse to head back to the bar. More drinks awaited us, and Tyler and Carl were deep in conversation, beers in hand.

  After a bit more liquid courage, Shelly decided it was time to give dancing another go, but this time she grabbed Tyler’s hand and dragged him into the thickening fray. Carl visibly shuddered and muttered “Poor Tyler” as they disappeared into the crowd. “Be nice,” I replied, smacking him playfully. We talked and flirted at the bar before Carl felt he simply had to intervene on Tyler’s behalf.


  We headed to the dance floor, surprised to find so many more people dancing. The smoke machines were on, and Shelly and Tyler were nowhere to be found. We weaved through the crowd, finally spotting the pair in the corner. Having given up on dancing, Tyler had Shelly pressed against the mirrored wall. He was kissing her, one hand on her waist and one hand behind her neck. Carl looked at me, smiled and put his finger over his mouth as if to shush me, then snuck up behind Tyler and slapped his ass hard. Tyler released Shelly from his embrace and spun around, his face relaxing from shock into a smile when he saw us standing there. Shelly was leaning against the wall, looking somewhat dazed. “No more drinks for you,” Carl admonished her, and she smiled back at him.

  “It wasn’t the alcohol, it was that kiss,” she said with a silly grin. We begrudgingly allowed Shelly one more drink, then we stood back at the bar talking less and flirting more. I noticed Shelly getting closer and closer to Tyler, and then suddenly he was kissing her again, this time even more passionately. I just stood there, enjoying the show, until Carl nudged me. He was clearly feeling a bit left out. I more than willingly put my arms around him and kissed him. It was a lingering, delicious kiss, and for a moment I forgot I was standing in the middle of a room full of people.