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Long Simmering Swing Ch. 01

By: Art Martin



I met my darling wife, Vanessa, at State U in my junior year. At the time I was living in a sleazy two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus. The place was noisy, with paper-thin walls and a bumper crop of cockroaches. Still it was a hell of a lot better than living in the dorm, cramped into an 8 X 10 concrete box with another guy who never bothered to change his sheets and whose dirty socks and jock straps gave the room a fragrant ambiance that I could do without.  

I teamed up with Greg Tolson, another aspiring engineer and took out a one-year lease on the apartment. Unfortunately, Greg managed to flunk out the first semester and I was stuck paying the full rent with seven months on the lease.

Actually I was glad to be rid of Greg. He wasn’t so much a slob as he was constantly borrowing my shit with or without my permission and making passes at my long time squeeze, Ginger. I made a few adjustments to my financials and got on with the business of college. After my experiences with Greg and my roomies in the dorm, I was happy to bear the expense alone. It was nice to have a place that was totally private, where Ginger and I could be intimate without someone barging in on us while we were doing the nasty.

Jake Dawson, another good buddy, brought Vanessa to a party at my apartment. Jake and I went back to our freshman days at Dedmen Hall. We both played on an intramural squad called the Dedmen Graves. We played flag football, basketball and softball against other dorm and fraternity teams. Jake and I continued to play on the Graves even after we moved out of Dedmen Hall. Jake was much like me in his love of competitive sports. We were regulars on the racquetball court and were evenly matched. We were also partners in two-man volleyball and made it to the intramural volleyball finals on several occasions.

As far a college parties go, it was a rather mundane affair, with half a dozen or so couples, beer and a little jungle juice. Ginger was delighted that Vanessa had come to the party, as they were sorority sisters.

I was immediately infatuated with Vanessa. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world; five foot six, beautifully proportioned, with long dark hair and intense, penetrating blue eyes. Not that Ginger was bad; she was a great looking chick, a tall ravishing redhead with nicely freckled tits. I was very happy with Ginger, still there was something about Vanessa that got my chemicals flowing. I don’t know if it was her pheromones, her coquettish smile, or maybe it was just the amount of cleavage she was displaying. Anyway I was smitten.

I played it cool and managed to be a good host without pissing off either Ginger or Jake.  After that, I’d see her with Jake on a regular basis, as they became recurring occupants of my spare bedroom. I didn’t mind.  Jake was a good friend with good manners, and any excuse to be near Vanessa was appreciated; even if was just to watch her disappear behind closed doors to fuck another guy. 

You could hear them through the thin walls, the moaning, the groaning, the tap, tap, tap of the bed frame hitting the wall. If Ginger were over, we’d soon be screwing too. If not, I just had to listen or leave. 

Jake was a big hulking kind of guy and I knew that Vanessa had told Ginger what a nice cock he had. Judging from the tapping of the bed against the wall, the guy certainly had endurance. The duration and frequency of the repetitive sets of tell-tell noises was a subject Ginger and I delighted in discussing.

Then early in my senior year, Jake started bringing over another girl and Vanessa was out of the picture. Ginger told me that Vanessa had broken it off. Jake said nothing and I didn’t pry. 

By this time Jake had a key to my place even though he wasn’t a roomie. He was living with five other guys where had no privacy what so ever. He’d asked to move in with me, but I liked things as they were. I wasn’t heartless though; I had given him free access to my spare bedroom. There were a few problems with the arrangement nonetheless, like the time he walked in on us while I was fucking Ginger on the kitchen table, or the time he walked in and Ginger was bouncing up and down on my lap, my cock buried in her ass. It was a bit embarrassing for Ginger, but I had the feeling that she really didn’t mind. 

Then they betrayed me. My afternoon classes were canceled because the prof who taught both classes was sick. I went home to catch up on my work. I walked in on Ginger fucking Jake. She was on the sofa and on her knees, leaning over the backrest of the sofa. Jake was straddling her and going at her from behind. It was clear that Ginger was a willing participant. 

I was stunned. I had been considering dumping Ginger, but this was too much. I told them both to get the hell out and don’t come back. Ginger was oh, so sorry. Jake just smirked. I had the locks changed.

Free of Ginger, I now had the opportunity to pursue the girl of my dreams, Vanessa. Vanessa was no wallflower and I had one hell of a time getting a date with her. Then on our first date, I had to listen to how much Ginger still loved me and all that garbage. We started seeing each other more and more, at the student union for coffee, at the Rathskeller for a beer, or just hanging out. We were having a study date at the library when I finally asked her if she wanted to go to my apartment. She smiled, batted those big blue eyes, and said, “It’s about time you asked me. Yes, I’d like that very much.”

No sooner had I closed the door when she turned her head up to me to kiss. No need to worry about my next move. That kiss was deep and prolonged, igniting the pent up passion within us both. Breaking off the kiss, I pushed back her long dark hair from her face and gazed into her eyes, eyes that spoke of her longing, of her longing for me. I gently nibbled at her lips, tracing their outline with the tip of my tongue. Then I lewdly tongue fucked her mouth before licking up the line of her jaw to nuzzle the nape of her neck and her ear. 

I held her in my arms, my hands on her sweet spot, where I could just barely feel the bulge of her breasts. Moaning, she thrust her tongue into my mouth to dance with my lingual digit. I lowered my hands down her sides and then came back up and under her blouse. My hands ascended her back and in one quick move, I had her bra unsnapped. Unimpeded, my hands roamed across the silky smooth skin of her back. I caressed her back for several minutes while tenderly kissing her before I began unbuttoning her blouse. I took my time. We had all night. 

After each button, I kissed her neck, her ears, her lips. After I did the top three buttons, I began kissing down her neck to swell of her breasts. Finally, I was able to pull the blouse from her shoulders, letting it settle onto the floor. Her loose bra quickly joined the blouse. 

I kissed down to her perfect 36C tits, circling her dark, perky nipples like a shark measuring up its next meal, teasing her unmercifully, building the sexual tension. When my hot tongue finally flicked her erect nip, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her succulent breast to feed. I tormented that tasty nipple until she cried out and pushed my head away, only to have me lovingly torture her other teat. Meanwhile my hand was massaging her pussy through her jeans. She came with a shudder, lustily crying out in unabashed pleasure, a large wet spot forming at the crotch of her jeans. 

When her climax had subsided, she slumped into my arms. I carried her over to my tattered and stained sofa and gently laid her down. Without a moment of hesitation, I lovingly removed her “Jesus sandals” and massaged her beautiful feet with her short stubby toes. I quickly unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. As I pulled her jeans from her hips and down her legs, she looked at me with an unmistakable yearning. A yearning I knew I was destined to soon fulfill. She was still wearing the tiniest pink thong. I grabbed the tiny soaked garment and tore it way from her savagely, crushing it into a ball, bringing to my nose so that I could inhale her womanly scent. I still have that souvenir. 

Vanessa lay before me completely nude. My eyes hungrily feasted on her perfect proportions, her sensuous curves a delight to behold. What a beautiful creature! Her breasts were firm, her waist wasp-like, flaring to wide hips with a perfect ass before tapering into her thighs to her shapely calves and the sexiest feet I’d ever seen. Her ankle was adorned with a diamond tennis bracelet, her toes bedecked with several silver toe-rings.

I stood above her, like some triumphant Vandal Goth, and began to undress myself. My intentions were clear. She smiled invitingly, approving of her fate. As I stepped out of my jeans and drawers, she caressed her breasts and spread her legs a little, her eyes riveted on my jutting 8-inch penis. Lifting her far leg, I brought her toes to my mouth. My eyes were locked to hers as I slathered each salty toe while grinding my stiff cock into her bare inner thigh. We both enjoyed the toe sucking. Slowly, I began my deliberate descent down her leg, kissing, licking, and nibbling along the way, until at last I could lick the crease between her thigh and vulva. She was neatly shaved, with just a small triangular patch of black wooly hair over her pubic mound. Her coral colored pussy lips glistened with her arousal secretions. I licked along her other thigh/vulva crease before nibbling at her other inner thigh, then returned my attentions to her fleshy vulva, where I licked and teased for several minutes. Vanessa was squirming around, her breasts heaving. 

She seemingly sucked all the air out of the room through her teeth when with the flat of my tongue, I licked her juicy slit like an ice cream cone, starting low down and finishing above her clit.  The slow tease had done its work, so that when my unhurried tongue finally raked across her protruding clit at a snail’s pace, her stomach muscles began undulating as she murmured, “Oh god! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” 

Her taste was divine, and I eagerly began my second slow lick up her precious valley, this time driving my tongue into her as deep as possible as I drew my tongue across her dripping sex. She squealed in salacious delight in response to my measured oral onslaught. I swirled my tongue around the base of her stiff nubbin, until she involuntarily began bucking her hips. I ran my middle finger into her cunt and massaged the velvety ribbed walls of her vagina. Howling lustily in orgasmic ecstasy, I felt her vagina tighten around my probing finger as she came. A warm gush flowed across my hand and I hungrily lapped at her pussy, sucking up as much of her sweet nectar as I could. I pulled my face, dripping wet, from her pussy, scooted up and kissed her, sharing with her, her own juices as she coasted down from her orgasm. 

She was primed and ready. Ready for the fucking I had fantasized about ever since I first laid my eyes on her so many months ago. Picking her up, I carried her off to my bed.  Above her head, Vanessa gripped the iron spindles of the headboard, spreading her shapely legs, welcoming me to enter her nubile body. 

I crawled on top and she wrapped her legs around my waist tightly. I guided the oozing knobby head of my uncut cock to the entrance of her carnal temple. The head shoved aside her pouting labia, the slick fleshy flaps stretching around and sheathing my cock crown. I paused to watch her beautiful face. 

She stared at me wild-eyed, lust crazed, desperate to be penetrated. I wiggled my cock and she desperately cried, “Fuck me David! Please fuck me! God I need you in me! Please, I need you!”  I slowly penetrated her about two inches. She hissed, “Yessssssssss!”

My own eyes grew wider as I gauged the tightness of her cunt. I had always feared and imagined that Jake had stretched her cunt wide, beyond repair, with a giant cock befitting a man his size. My mind flashed back to the many times Jake and I showered after a workout or game of racquetball and I realized how stupid my imaginary fears were. I knew perfectly well that his cock was fairly normal, big, but not any larger than my own. 

In keeping with my slow, steady approach that evening, I began to thrust into her with slow, shallow strokes, employing a tantric technique I had mastered with Ginger. Nine shallow strokes followed by a deep penetrating stroke, then eight shallow strokes followed by two deep penetrations, and so forth until all the shallow strokes were used up and only deep thrusts remained. The shallow strokes stimulated her G-spot; the long strokes stimulated her entire twat. It was as effective on Vanessa as it was on Ginger and by the time I was down to three shallow strokes, seven deep, she was cumming again. Her pussy clamped down on my loving cock and spasmed mightily. A low guttural moan began deep in her throat that rose to a mournful wail. She groveled and twisted below me as the intense total body experience swept over her. 

I fucked her through her orgasm, keeping to my deliberate plan, finishing my first series with one shallow and nine deep leisurely trips to the clutching depths of her wonderful cunt. On the final thrust I simply buried myself in her and waited for her contractions to ease, allowing myself some relief from over stimulation. Her orgasm subsided and with my own orgasm suppressed for the time being, I started the series over again with nine shallow and one deep.  

I then discovered that she was the type of chick who once the vaginal orgasms began they would keep on sweeping through her as long as her G was stimulated. Again and again, I repeatedly brought her to orgasm. She became covered in sweat, the perspiration beading up and then running in rivulets down her body onto the sheets. With each orgasm I felt my balls being bathed in her sweet juices. She was totally consumed with fuck lust. She tossed her head from side to side, her eyes tightly shut, babbling incoherently. 

My neighbors were a married couple and on her third orgasm John shouted, “Don’t kill her David! Just fuck her!” and then he pounded on the thin walls in rowdy applause accompanied by several mirthful yells. I could hear his wife, Kathy, fussing at him to leave us alone. I didn’t give a shit. Vanessa, I don’t think any of the clamor registered on her fevered brain.

On her fifth orgasm, accompanied by John’s lewd urgings, I let myself come. It was so incredibly intense. The long suppressed orgasm hit me like a detonation. My vision narrowed to the point of blackness, bright simmering points of lights dazzeled me, as the exquisite agony radiated throughout me. It felt like my cock was bursting as the first thick wad of semen shot into her. With each powerful spurt into her I too cried out lustily. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuucccckkkk!”

John pounded on the walls again. “Yee haw! Fuck her again cowboy!”

I pulled my shrinking, dribbling cock from her quivering quim. Sitting back on my heals, I watched her pussy pulsating, oozing my cum, her raw inner lips now protruding from her swollen outer labia. When she finally recovered enough to open her eyes, I greeted her with a wet glistening semi-flaccid cock, still oozing cum for her to lick clean. She started to protest but I shoved it against her lips. She licked at it and then took it into her mouth for a proper cleaning. After a minute or so of gentle sucking, I pulled my cock from her mouth, kissed her on the lips and then snuggled up to her. A few minutes later we were both sound asleep, our passion sated for the moment.

I awoke early the next morning to the delightful sensation of having my cock sucked by a very pretty girl. I just lay there and let her do her thing, filling the room with lewd smacking and slurping noises. After several minutes of oral bliss, she pulled off of my cock, smiled sweetly and said, “I’ve never let a guy come in my mouth before.” She made a quick bob over my glans and added, “You’ll be the first.” She then went down on me again, her lips sealed around my rigid stalk before pulling up to the tip. 

Down she went again and again, her tongue lashing the underside of my throbbing cock. I bucked my hips, fucking into her mouth as she continued her oral massage. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but she was now in control. My glans began to tingle, signaling my impending climax.  I tired to squeeze off the orgasm, my buttocks gripping at the sheets, but I was only successful in delaying it for a minute. 

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming,” I gasped. 

She seemed to renew her efforts. Once again the delicious feeling sprang from my genitals as I unloaded into her mouth. My toes curled and my body shook as my cock jerked with each contraction. After three good squirts, she abruptly pulled off, cum running out of mouth. My fourth shot hit her squarely between the eyes. The fifth was too weak to gain much air, and mostly dribbled uselessly down my cock to coat my nuts, soon to be joined by my final depleted contractions. She swallowed and then grinned in delight. 

Smiling broadly she said, “Mmmmmmmmm, you taste good. I didn’t know it tasted so good.” Vanessa giggled as she scooped the thick white goo, dripping from her face and licked her fingers clean. Then she went down to lick the residue off my balls and cock. Once she had finished she kissed her way up my torso to deliver a nice spermy kiss on my lips. I was in love.

We cuddled for several minutes, mutually caressing and fondling. My left hand found its way to her pussy. I massaged her baby-butt smooth pudendum for a few minutes before slipping into her wet slit and into her most private reaches. I zeroed in on her G-spot, soon the fleshy patch rose into a discernable bump. Vanessa began to squirm, signaling her building climax. I slipped another finger into her, palpitating the erogenous spot with my fingers spread into a V, V for Vanessa. Her passion quickly rose. Sensing that she was near the point of no return, I put my thumb to good use on her clit, all the while beating on her G. That did it, three swipes of the thumb and her body nearly jack knifed. Vanessa squeezed her legs together tightly and tried to roll away. I stayed with her, relentlessly stimulating her, not allowing her any escape from the gut wrenching orgasm that was released upon her. 

She cried out, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” in a loud plaintiff moan.

From next door I heard John through the thin walls as if he were in the room call out, “Go get her David! Aw shit, I can’t stand it! Come on honey, wake up, we’ve gotta fuck!” 

In the next apartment, but no more than three feet away, I heard Kathy groan. Then she urged her husband with a familiar refrain, “Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard! Harder! Oh yes, I love your big hard dick pounding my little pussy! Yes baby, yesssss!”


What with the atmosphere reverberating with sex, I was quite hard again and mounted Vanessa. This time I didn’t take it slow. This time I started off hard and fast, slamming her cunt with each every punishing thrust, our bare bellies slapping together. After about three minutes of hard fucking, I changed positions slightly from the missionary, lying more or less cross ways at a 45-degree angle to the right, so that my cock stimulated the side of her vagina. After another few minutes of forceful thrusting, I switched to lying at a 45-degree angle to the left and worked over the opposite wall of her cunt. She was coming again, this time accompanied by the wails of Kathy next door. Once again her pussy clutched and squeezed around my cock, making it sometimes difficult to ram it in her, but I managed. Her contractions and the wailing eased. 

I pulled out, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her until her ass was at the edge of the bed before flipping her over onto her stomach. With her legs dangling towards the floor, she sought to find purchase on the floor with her feet. She pushed up slightly. Her pussy spread open to me. I stepped into the slot between her spread legs and skewered her pussy from behind. My groin slapped into her perfect buns as I continued my rough fucking. I had but one object, and that was to get my rocks off. No languid lovemaking this morning. We didn’t have all day, we both had to be in class in about forty-five minutes. She began grunting, muffling her cries in a pillow. Soon I felt that familiar sensation in my genitals. I didn’t fight it, I didn’t try to delay it so as to increase its intensity, I just let it cum. I grunted as my cock spewed its gift into her precious and perfect body. I continued to fuck her until my softening dick gave it up and folded.


Long Simmering Swing Ch. 01



Once I caught my breath, I playfully slapped her butt, ‘Smack!’

“Ow!”

“Come on baby, we need to get moving or we’ll be late for class. Would you like to join me for a shower?”

“Sure Baby, if you let me suck your dick again,” she said with an impish laugh still bent over, sprawled out and leaking cum. 

I helped her up and led her to the tub shower. The warm spray felt heavenly, rinsing away the sweat, rinsing away the dried sexual secretions from last night and the fresh sexual secretions from moments ago. What felt even more heavenly were my soapy hands gliding across her incredible body, washing all those nice creases and crevasses, mounds and valleys, under her boobs, between her boobs, between her legs, between her buttocks, across her tits, across her taut ass, and down her shapely legs. Having her soapy hands gliding across my body and intimately washing me was almost equally as good.

I wasn’t about to push her away from my cock so we lingered a little too long in the shower. We had to rush to make it to the campus and to class on time. Forget breakfast, forget my usual three cups of coffee, we had to hustle. I know she was embarrassed to be seen with wet hair and without a trace of make up, wearing the same outfit she wore the day before. It was obvious that she had shacked up the night before, but hell, it was college and no one really gave it a second thought except perhaps some of her sorority sisters.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 02



She made it to class okay, but I was a minute late. "Mr. Allen. If you don't mind, please do not interrupt my class ever again," growled Professor Lake, an old crank who was nearing retirement. "In the future, if you are late, do not enter my classroom. Do I make myself clear?" 

I meekly took my seat and was thankful he didn't run my ass out of there. I was never late for his class again. I also didn't get much out of it that morning either.

My nuts ached. My thoughts were of beautiful, passionate Vanessa and far from stress-strain analysis. In my mind, I replayed last night and this morning in my head. Recalling how I had fucked her this morning, I became concerned that I was too rough with her, but then again she seemed to like it. 

My daydream was interrupted with the gruff voice of Professor Lake. "Mr. Allen! Mr. Allen!" Startled, my head snapped up and my pencil fell out my hand and dropped to the floor. "What is your problem this morning, Mr. Allen? Are you or are you not prepared to participate in this class?"

"I, I ,I..."

"Well? How would you approach this problem?"

What problem? What was he talking about? "I'm sorry sir, I didn't hear the question."

"Mr. Allen, do you or do you not plan on graduating this May?"

"Oh, yes sir. In May."

"Not if you don't pay attention. Do I make myself clear?"

I felt two-feet small. My eyes nervously glanced sideways. My fellow engineering students, a fiercely competitive lot, smugly smirked at my fall from grace. I tired to focus during the remaining class time, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the beautiful girl I had finally made love to.

A few weeks passed and Vanessa had all but moved in with me. Imagine my surprise to come home to find an army of sorority pledges scouring my apartment. I wasn't a slob, but like most guys, I wasn't Mr. Clean either. By the time they left, the place sparkled. The mold and caked on scum was gone from the tub enclosure, the stains gone from the toilet. The kitchen floor shone for the first time. All the spoiled, moldy food in the refrigerator was cleaned out and the funny odor was gone. The dirty dishes were clean and the oven looked like someone actually gave a damn. My jumble of mismatched sheets, pillowcases, and worn out towels were replaced with designer linen and my bed sported a new comforter. The comforter was surprisingly masculine as were the other soft goods. 

I noticed a few other nice touches. Vanessa added a throw to cover the nasty sofa and added some artwork. She had found several posters of striking nude women, still rolled up in my closet. She had them framed simply and hung them above my sofa. She had made it into a nice bachelor pad. She explained, "After all, this is a man's apartment."

A few weeks passed. Over a cup of coffee, I asked Vanessa why she had broken it off with Jake. She looked at me and said, "I realized he wasn't the guy for me. I liked him and all that, and he made me feel good, but he wasn't my type." She smiled impishly and added, "You're more my type."

"What do you mean that he isn't your type?"

"Well, for one thing, he talks about nothing but sports. Which team is in whatever place in whatever division. What the prospects were for this team or that next year. Who cares? It was all he talked about."

I pondered this for a moment. That was one of the reasons I liked him so much. He was very knowledgeable about sports and was always fun to challenge and argue with. But I had learned in high school that that was guy thing. I never talked sports with a girl unless she brought the subject up, and even then I restrained myself lest her eyes irreparably glaze over in abject boredom. 

"Hmmm, I see," I finally replied. Then I broached the subject we both had studiously avoided. "Was he good in bed?"

Vanessa blushed lightly. "Damn you're noisy! Yes, he was good... But you're fantastic! Jake never had the imagination or technique that you display. You're a master sweetheart, the best of the best and you're my man." My ego being properly and expertly inflated, I let the subject drop. 

A few weeks later I was playfully fingering her ass in bed. She pulled away from me with an indignant, "No! Don't do that!"

We hadn't had or discussed anal sex before, but I was a little surprised at the outright rejection. "What? What's the problem?" I asked sincerely.

"It's dirty!"

"We just took a shower!"

"Well, you shouldn't do that!"

"Why not?" I was mystified. She seemed to enjoy my fleeting anal massages in the shower. "You seemed to like it when we're showering."

"Well, that's different."

"What's different?"

"You could wash your hands."

"We just bathed. You're clean as a whistle, V." 

"Well, you shouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"All you men are alike!" she shot back angrily.

I was now really mystified. "What do you mean?"

"You're just like Jake!"

"Jake?"

"Yeah, he wanted to take me in the ass! I wouldn't do it! He got angry and said I had to because I was his whore. He said he'd do whatever he liked with me. I told him to go fuck himself."

"So that's when you broke it off?"

"Yeah!"

"It wasn't about sports?"

"Yes and no. I had already decided to break it off, but that sealed it."

"So you've never had anal sex before?"

Her eyes flared with anger. "No!" 

"Okay, okay." I knew I was treading on dangerous, sensitive ground, but the fact that she was an anal virgin, well that just had to be corrected and I was determined to be the corrector. I let the subject drop and didn't try to finger her ass unless we were in the shower. That was okay. Go figure.

A week later when all the emotions had cooled, I broached the subject again, this time over a pizza at Luigi's. "V, what's your real fear about anal intercourse?"

She looked up in shock and surprise. "Not here David!" she hissed so that no one could hear our discussion.

"Calm down. We're eating a pizza. Your little butt hole is safe here."

"David!"

"Really, calm down and talk in a normal voice. No one is paying any attention to us unless you lunge over the table and slap me upside the head with a slice of pizza. We're adults and can have an adult conversation." She sat back and nervously glanced around the crowded, noisy restaurant.

"It's not right," she finally muttered.

"What's not right?"

"You know!" she shot back.

"Whoa! What's not right about anal sex?"

She looked around in exasperation, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. She leaned forward and whispered, "That's not what your rectum is for."

I tried to see her point, but the illogic of it was so glaringly obvious. I gathered my thoughts, lest I make a fatal mistake. 

After a reflective pause I said, "Your mouth is for eating and speaking, but you use it to kiss me and suck on me. Your tongue is primarily to help you chew food and form sounds, yet we both know how it's talented sexually. Your boobs are made to feed an infant, but we use them for our pleasure. Your pussy, that's for procreation and childbirth, yet we use it for purely recreational reasons. Your earlobes, primary function is gather to sound, yet we both know how delightfully sensuous they can be. The small of your back, your deep, deep navel, your tasty little toes, all sexually delightful. So it is with your beautiful ass. It can be very erogenous. Sex is all about pleasure, V. Maybe anal sex is very naughty, but I promise you, it can provide great pleasure."

She looked at me. I could see that she was confounded by my ironclad logic. "Can we talk about something else?" 

I had made my point and was content to let her mull it over. I decided to give her all the time she needed. I knew she and Ginger had probably talked about it in the past. Ginger loved it up the chute and I'm sure she talked about it with her friends. I hoped that she would seek out and talk to Ginger again and get the straight skinny on doing it up the rear alley.

Early in the spring I asked her to marry me. We'd only been going out for maybe four months. Much to my delight she said yes. I went deep into debt and bought the best ring I could, a simple solitaire with a dinky ¼ carat diamond. As pitiful as it was, she pretended that it was the most fabulous ring she'd ever seen and wore it proudly. She was and she is a classy girl.

By the time I had given V the engagement ring, I had reconciled with Jake. After all I was looking for a way to move on from Ginger, and he provided it. Besides Vanessa and Ginger had always been good friends since being pledges their freshman year. It was also two-man sandlot V-ball time.

The four of us started to get together on a regular basis. When we were all together, Ginger was her usual exuberant self. I began to wonder why I had lost interest in her. Certainly it wasn't because of her looks, she was gorgeous, and it certainly wasn't her lack of passion or unwillingness to be adventurous in bed. While the four of us amicably chatted, drinking beer and wine, I realized that outside of great sex, we really didn't have that much in common. Ginger wasn't interested in hiking, rock climbing, or two-day canoe trips down some occasionally turbulent river. Our tastes in music were not compatible; me I like country-rock and classical, Ginger liked black rap. Our tastes in foods were different. I love good seafood or nice juicy steak. Ginger was mostly a vegetarian. Oh well, she'd never get fat, that's for sure. Vanessa on the other hand was my soul mate. She always seemed to be in tune with what I was thinking. 

Jake and Ginger seemed make a good couple. I was glad for Ginger, because Jake really was one of the good guys. I was glad for Jake too, because I knew he had one hell of good fuck. He obviously adored her and doted on her. He seemed like such a kid with her. About a month after Vanessa and I announced our engagement, Ginger began sporting an engagement ring. 

Jake asked me if he could get his key back. The crowded flophouse he was living in was no place to take a girl, especially your fiancée. In fact it was ribald dump. The other guys never gave them much privacy. They leered at her and made crude remarks. More than once his roommates quietly opened his door, and gathered around to watch them make love. Ginger didn't deserve that kind of crap. I said, "What the hell," and gave him the key. Soon Vanessa and I were sharing the apartment with Jake and Ginger, listening to the spare bed banging against the wall while they listened to Vanessa's energetic vocalizations.

A month or so before graduation, Vanessa timidly broached the anal question. As I had expected, she had talked to Ginger, extensively.

"Ginger says that you're not at all like Jake. I knew that. She said she's had to train him to use different positions instead of just laying her out and slamming her. I know what she means. She tries to make him take his time and do it right. As for the anal thing, Ginger said that you really do know how to do it right. That you make it feel incredibly good. She told me the best time is right after a shower when everyone is fresh and clean. She said you always used lots of lubricant, and that was important. She also said you always took it slow and made sure it didn't hurt."

My mind raced through the possibilities for that evening. She bit her lower lip and continued. "You're so big though. I'm afraid it'll really hurt."

I leaned towards her with a mischievous smirk. "Hey, my pecker is no bigger than a big ole turd."

"Oh David, don't be so disgusting!"

"No, it's true. You know, like when you haven't shit in a day or two and you get that heavy feeling. Then you go and sit and sit, grunt and groan. Eventually your asshole widens enough to let that big ole turd slide through. Then it snaps shut. The key is to stretch and relax the anal sphincter. Relax it enough so that my cock can slip in."

She looked away and gathered her courage. "Okay, if you want, I'm ready to try it."

We were planning our wedding the weekend that we graduated and it was only a few weeks away. I turned her down. "No, we'll save it for our honeymoon. That way, when I take your virginity, you'll be my wife, an honest women."

She looked crestfallen. After all her mental preparations I had turned her down. Then she smiled. "You're such a romantic sweetheart. Yeah, let's save it until then." 

Three weeks I could do. Little did she know that if it were six weeks, I wouldn't have waited a moment longer to pop her ass.

The very next day I got a great job offer from a national engineering firm headquartered in Rockford. The salary offer and package nearly bowled me over. It was as much money as I expected to earn after three or four years, and that was for starters. Mr. Jameson, a vice president and the man who interviewed me told me that the deciding factor between me and another student was the recommendation I got from old Professor Lake. Lake had been Jameson's mentor years ago, and he regarded the old man's word as the gospel. I cringed to think how close I came to blowing it. I made it over to Lake's office and thanked him. 

"You're bright and creative, Allen. You have what takes, but I warn you, when you're on the job, you have to focus on the job and shut out the other distractions in your life."

"Thanks, Prof, I'll remember that."

"By the way Allen, I understand that you are engaged to that beautiful lady I have been seeing you with lately. Congratulations son and best of luck." I left the office, loving that old fart.

I had told Mr. Jameson that I was getting married and was going on my honeymoon before I started work. He said, "That's fine David. Report to work on July fifth. By the way, I'm sending you a check for $4,000 to buy a decent wardrobe and to cover the deposit and first months rent on a decent apartment. 

"We wear coat and tie at the office and expect our associates to look businesslike and prosperous. Buy yourself a few good suits, lightweight wool, none of that polyester crap. I suggest a solid charcoal gray, and a navy blue suit to start with. A glen plaid is another good choice. Get yourself a pair of black wing tips and buy only long sleeved shirts. I know it's hotter than hell in the summer, but no short sleeve shirts. I suggest button-down oxfords, white, cream and light blue. Ties make a statement; so don't buy some cheap piece of crap from a dime store. In fact, that goes for everything you wear to work."

My world was perfect and I had much to look forward too. The final weeks passed quickly, what with all that was going on. Jake and Ginger agreed to stand in our wedding, provided we got back from our honeymoon in time to stand in theirs. He made a handsome Best Man and Ginger was a lovely Maid of Honor. We filled the other slots with her sorority sisters and anyone I could talk into getting into a tux.

Vanessa's family went all out on the wedding and spent a small fortune. The gown alone cost more than a year's tuition. They had the money and went all out with a huge rehearsal dinner, limousines, a church, flowers galore, and a first class reception afterwards. My parents, who were well off, were as stunned as I was at the extravagance. On top of all that, her dad gave her a brand new Mercedes for a graduation present and handed me a ten thousand dollar check for our wedding present as well. 

My dad was a little embarrassed and countered, "David, have a great honeymoon. I don't know what you plan, but when the bills come in, send them to me." I was floored. My dad was as tight fisted as they came.

I had known that Vanessa's folks were reasonably well off, but a Mercedes for a graduation gift? I discretely asked her just where did her dad get all of his dough. She told me that he owned a chain of upscale furniture stores, Designer House and had about a dozen stores scattered throughout the state. That was the first I'd ever heard of it. It had never occurred to me to ask about her parents other than, "How's your mom and dad?" Somehow I had married rich.

The bachelor party that Jake's roomies arranged following the rehearsal dinner was raunchy affair. The squalor in that pigsty of a house was unbelievable! Highlight of the party was when they brought in a girl, don't remember her name, for a gang bang. She was a full-bodied lass, voluptuous, but no great beauty. To the catcalls and hoots of the assembled men, she stripped while she danced on a sturdy coffee table. She shimmied down and picked up a long neck beer bottle, first in her cunt and then with her asshole! I'd never seen anything like it before. Soon the guys began ganging up on her until she had one guy in each hole while jacking off two other guys. 

Jake handed me a condom before pulling her away from the guys long enough for her to treat me to a 'round the world'. I was drunk enough to do it while everyone cheered me on. She started with a blowjob, working her studded tongue across my dick. She slipped the condom on me for a straight fuck before rolling over to ass fuck until I shot off. She pulled the filthy condom from my dick and finished me off with another blowjob while fingering my ass. While I was getting my second blowjob, Bubba skewered her in the ass. What a slut! 

I took a taxi home that night feeling no pain. Next morning wasn't as pleasant. Those bastards had me drinking Boiler Makers, beer with a shot of cheap whiskey. I blew my guts for what seemed like an hour. My head throbbed and my stomach was queasy as I dragged my ass to the chapel suffering from alcohol poisoning. I felt better though when I saw her walking down the aisle to join me at the altar. After a glass or three of champagne at the reception, I was feeling a lot better. The reception was great, but I was relieved when we finally climbed into the limo for the ride to the airport.

We caught a commuter flight to Rockford, where we caught the last flight of the day to Cancun. Now the wedding was her deal and I didn't interfere with or get involved with the plans, I just accepted my orders and showed up at the designated places at the designated times. The honeymoon, on the other hand, was my deal and Vanessa grudgingly accepted that and she didn't know anything more than that we were headed to Cancun.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 03



By the time we got to Cancun, I was getting hung over again. I wasn’t functioning too well when we deplaned, so I was happy that the hotel had sent a car to pick us up. It was a wild ride to the southern end of the island and we were both glad to arrive at the gated compound. Unlike most of the hotels on the island, El Sol de Maya was a modest sized hotel. Screened from road by flowering hedges and set in a large coconut grove, the main building was a modest three-story structure. Off to one side was a village of grass-thatched huts. 

The lobby was very tropical, with an atrium, banana trees, waterfalls, and wicker furniture. I introduced myself to the desk clerk, a tall Mexican wearing an open floral shirt and shorts, with my most pathetic Spanish. He smiled and in perfect English welcomed us. I was doing the mundane task of checking in when Vanessa gasped, “Oh, my god!”

“What?”

She gestured for me to look at a middle-aged couple who were walking through the lobby completely nude. She hastily whispered, “You didn’t tell me that this was a nudist colony!”

“It’s not a nudist colony,” I calmly replied. “It’s an adults and couples only, clothing optional resort.”

“David!”

“Relax, you don’t have to go naked. Clothing is optional. The operative word is optional. You can wear what you like.”

“Oh my god! We can’t stay here!”

“There’s really no choice. I already paid in advance to get a good rate and I can’t afford another place.”

“You should have told me, David Allen!”

“So you could veto it? Relax. We don’t know anyone here and no one knows who we are. This will be fun, I promise you.” I reached out and stroked her breast in front of the desk clerk.

“Senor, please!” said the suddenly huffy clerk. “The rules of the club are that no touching in public is allowed! That applies to your wife as well as other guests here.”  He handed me a brochure, “Please Senor, take a moment and read our rules. Abide by them or you will be asked to leave.” It was my turn to be embarrassed.

A bellhop, dressed much like the desk clerk, took our three suitcases and led us to our suite on the third floor. The suite was nice, very nice. It had a sitting room, bedroom, bath and a baloney overlooking the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. The bath was huge, with toilet and bidet, a large walk-in shower, and a Jacuzzi tub. Out on the balcony was a large hot tub. The sitting room was nicely furnished with a sofa, a stuffed chair and double ottoman plus a pub table with two chairs. The bedroom contained a king size canopy bed. I lay down for a moment and looked up at myself in the mirrored canopy. Yeah, this was going to be fun!

Vanessa started unpacking so as to minimize the wrinkles in her numerous outfits while I read the rules. No stroking or touching in a sexual manner in pubic. No public demonstrations of affection. Wear or don’t wear what you want, where and when you want, but please carry a towel to sit on and use lots of sunscreen. After that it was mute, except for extolling the health benefits of a naturalist lifestyle. Apparently my playful jest downstairs violated the only real rule that they had. 

There was a knock on the door. I answered. 

“Buenos tardes, Senor Allen,” said the pretty girl, bare breasted and bare foot, wearing only a sarong around her waist. She was bearing a bottle of cold champagne, a basket of fruit, and another basket with ‘supplies’. As she walked in, Vanessa and I looked at each other. My gaze went back to the brown skinned girl. She placed the champagne and fruit basket on the pub table and then she took the second basket and placed on it the bed stand. She then walked up to me and smiled sweetly. I just gawked at her tits. 

Vanessa mocked, “She’s waiting for a tip, honey.”

“Oh, yeah.” I fumbled around and gave her a five. 

“If you need anything else, please call the front desk and ask for Maria.” She winked, turned and left the suite. 

“What kind of place did you bring me too?” asked Vanessa with a hint of disgust. “Do you expect me to parade around naked so every one can look at me David?”

“No, honey. Wear what you want.”

“What if I did parade around naked and showed off my tits?”

“Well, it would be okay.”

“Okay?”

“Well, yes. Look sweetheart, wear what you want. I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

“Really? I’m fully dressed and I’m already embarrassed. You like looking at that girl’s tits?”

“Well, I…Look, let’s not argue about what other people do or don’t do. I thought that this would be an incredibly sexy place for us to go to. You aren’t offended seeing someone naked are you?”

She frowned. “No, I guess not, but if you expect me…”

“Optional! The key word is optional.”

I went to see what was in the basket by the bed. There was an assortment of sunscreens, flavored lotions, body oils, body paints, lubricants and a dozen mixed condoms of various styles including a few that were flavored. 

“Hey, you want to try out the banana flavored rubber?” I joked as I held out a foil packet toward my new wife.

“We’ve never used condoms and we’re not starting on our honeymoon! What else is in there?” We looked through the basket and decided that we had to try the chocolate body paints later in the evening. 

I shed my slacks, shirt and shoes as well as my red bikini briefs and strolled out to the balcony. It was dusk, but still quite hot and humid. I tested the water in the hot tub and was glad to find it tepid. Waving for V to join me, I stepped in. The soak in the cool, foaming water was very relaxing. Looking out into the fading light, we watched as the staff lit numerous tiki lamps around the grounds. There were several people, gathering up their belongings on the beach and several people swimming in the pool. As best I could tell, only the staff wore any clothing at all.

We smooched and playfully fooled around for nearly an hour. I was starting to feel a little better; in fact I was becoming ravenously hungry. “Let’s go get something to eat,” I suggested pulling my head from her breasts.

“How about if you just eat me?” she playfully bantered as she gently grabbed my balls.

“How about if I eat your ass later, for desert?”

“Okay by me,” she quipped back. 

We walked dripping wet, into the bath and showered off. I soaped up her butt and wormed a finger into her hole. She didn’t fight me at all. I was glad to see that my cock was getting hard as I was worried that my hangover would have adverse effect on my nuptial performance. I backed her into a corner, squatted slightly and directed my cock to her pussy. I had a difficult time gaining entrance, as the water was not providing adequate lubrication. Nonetheless I worked my cock into her and as I began fucking her, adequate lubrication was naturally provided. As I fucked her, I worked my finger into her ass to the palm of my hand. We fucked for ten minutes or so under the steady flow of hot water. Through experience with her, I felt her orgasm building. I worked feverishly, thrusting and grinding my cock in her, working myself to the point of no return. I couldn’t have planned it better. Her pussy started contracting and she emitted a loud groan. My cock exploded, filling my bride’s cunt with it’s first church sanctioned load of sperm. I let my cock deflate in her clasping cunt until it slipped out.

I withdrew my finger from her butt, soaped up her ass crack again and washed us both squeaky clean. After the shower I was ready to go. Vanessa had other ideas.

“I can’t go downstairs like this,” she protested. “I have to dry my hair, put on makeup and get dressed.”

“You’re already dressed,” I observed.

“I’m not about to go down stairs nude. Forget it!”

“Okay, okay.”

She spent the next forty minutes or so drying and curling her hair, before taking another fifteen minutes to put on makeup. Finally she was ready, well almost. She held up a half a dozen dresses for my approval before settling on a light blue sundress with a white palm-tree print. She slipped on a pair of white high-heeled sandals, and then selected shell earrings and a shell necklace. Finally she was ready. She looked at me.

“Well, get dressed!”

“I am dressed.”

“No you don’t! Not with me in the restaurant! Now if you want room service, stay as you are, but I’ve gone to a lot of trouble…” 

“Okay, okay!” I put on a pair of cargo shorts, a flowery shirt and sandals. Within a minute I was ready.

We made our way into the restaurant. The restaurant opened out onto the patio and we were seated outside. A band was playing Reggae-Carib music. We looked around. We were definitely over dressed. Few of the ladies were totally nude, some wore thong bikini bottoms, some wore a full wrap sarong, while others wore a sarong around the waist like the room service girl. The men were more casual, with few bothering to even put on a G-string or a thong. Couples danced, some ate, some chatted and drank with friends. All gave us a quick glance and politely went about their business. 

We ordered dinner, fresh barracuda steaks grilled and served with rice and julianned vegetables. I opted for bottled water. We sipped our Perrier and tried not to stare. Occasionally someone would look our way and smile.

The dinner was delicious. I didn’t know you could eat barracuda or that it was actually very good. My hunger was satiated and sat back to watch the various dancers. The people were of different ages ranging from the late twenties to late fifties, with an equally wide range of body types and degrees of fitness. I noted that the no-touching rule didn’t seem to apply to dancing, as the couples bumped and rubbed up against each other. Still, other than the occasional hand on a bare butt, I didn’t see any outward sexual play.

Vanessa hurriedly finished her meal and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t you want to dance V?”

“No!”

I signaled our waiter, a thin short kid, dressed like the desk clerk and bellhop, bare foot wearing an open shirt and shorts, just like all the other male staff. He brought the check and I signed off on it. As we left the restaurant, all eyes were on us. 

Actually I was glad to leave. I was exhausted and so was Vanessa. We brushed our teeth, shed our clothes and got into the bed. Next thing I knew, the rising sun was streaming through the window, glittering off the blue sea. I had to pee, so I rolled out bed to relieve myself. When I returned, I pounced on V for a good morning fuck. It was really neat when I rolled us over with her on top and watched her fuck me in the overhead mirrors. I liked that a lot. 

We weren’t in a big hurry that morning, preferring to lie about, nibbling on each other and other such things. I called down for room service to bring us breakfast. I was sitting on the sofa in the sitting room, enjoying my wife’s oral ministrations when a bare breasted room service chick opened the door without knocking, rolling in a cart with our breakfast. Surprised at the sudden and unannounced intrusion, V gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands. The girl, maybe twenty, looked at V kneeling and blushing before me and smiled knowingly. She then picked up a glass of OJ, rubbed her nipple along the rim and handed it to me. The blood in my hard dick surged, swelling my alert pecker even it more until it almost hurt. I stood up and then walked back into the bedroom to retrieve a five-dollar bill for the tip. Handing the Lincoln to the girl, she gave me a disappointed look. I realized then that she was expecting much more for her visit.

“Uh, thank you. That will be all,” I managed to say with the half naked girl hungrily studying my still erect member.

“Gracias, Senor. Perhaps you will need me later. My name is Angelina.” The pretty girl, disappointed, left the room.

“I think she was propositioning us,” said V incredulously. “You should have seen the come on looks she was giving me when you went to get the tip. Surely you noticed how she was looking at you.”

I decided my best course of action would be to play dumb. “You really think so?” I asked innocently.

“Don’t give me that, David. I saw how you reacted to her.”

“Well, I’m only human.”

“No you’re not! You’re my husband now. Just remember that Buster.”

“Hey, I only have eyes for you V.”

“Yeah right!” She squinted her eyes and with her best ‘I mean it’ look said,  “You can look, but don’t you dare touch.” 

I finally distracted her with a game of ‘hide the strawberry’. The rules were simple. Hide a piece of fruit or other food item in or on your body, then the other had to eat it, no hands allowed. I was surprised at how eagerly she went after the chunk of banana I had nestled in my butt crack. I can also report that papaya tastes much better with glaze of pussy juice. An hour or so later, we finished our breakfast.

We showered to remove the sticky food and other residues from our bodies and private parts. It was time to venture out to the beckoning beach. “Are you ready to go soak up some sun?” I asked her cheerfully as we toweled off fresh from the shower.

“I’m not going out there nude!”

“I didn’t say you had to. Wear a bikini if you want.”

“I want!” she said emphatically.

I grabbed some sunscreen, my shades and a large beach towel, wrapping the towel around my waist. “You’re not wearing your trunks?” she asked with a touch of disbelief.

I had never done anything like this before, but then again, I had never been to a resort like this either. To be frank I was somewhat nervous, but I was determined to get into the spirit of El Sol de Maya. “No, I’m not. Remember, clothing is optional and I choose to wear nothing.”

“Then why do you have a towel wrapped around you?”

I hesitated a moment before answering, “Well, I’m just not ready to stroll through the lobby bare butt just yet,” I answered sheepishly.

“You’re so modest,” she mocked. “Don’t you think you should put your trunks on? Just in case you change your mind or,” she raised a finger, “have an ‘accident’?”

My nerve began to falter. “You’ve got a point V. Maybe I’ll wear’em.”

We made it out to the beach. There were already several couples lying around soaking up the rays. We were the only ones wearing swimsuits. We selected a sparsely populated area and spread out our towels on the blindingly white sand. 

“Put some sun screen on me, hon,” requested V.

“Sure Babe.” I squeezed out a glob of white goo and began rubbing it into her skin. We had been sunning out by the apartment pool during the spring and she already had a nice tan that was now nicely accentuated by the yellow string bikini she wore. As I greased her up, I couldn’t help but think how much more fun it would be to be rubbing the lotion into her bare tits and bare buns. I finished and decided to be bold, discarding my baggy swim trunks.

“Okay V, you’re all done. Now do me.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned as she watched me lie down on my back. 

“Be sure and get my pecker real good. I don’t want a burn there!” 

Vanessa applied the lotion, nervously looking around to see who was watching as she coated my vulnerable genitals. She worked her way down to my feet. I rolled over, revealing my pasty white butt that had never seen a direct UV ray before.  

Looking about, I noticed that there was a middle aged couple camped out next to us. He must have been in his late fifties, covered with gray body hair, balding head, with something of a paunch, but uniformly a deep bronze. His wife, looked to be in her late forties. Not bad looking, but sagging a bit here and there. She too was uniformly a deep bronze. It was obvious that they were long time nudists and absolutely at ease with themselves.

A few minutes later, a younger couple, mid thirties I guess, set up next to us opposite the older couple. He was short, but athletic looking, and looked to be of Italian decent. His wife was short too, but nicely built with a firm body. They too were uniformly tanned deeply. 

I watched in erotic fascination, relieved to see that the no touching rule didn’t apply to the application of suntan oil on your partner as both couples, lovingly and thoroughly oiled each other down. I surmised that the no-touch rule wasn’t rigidly fixed. It seemed that when appropriate, touching in public was indeed allowed.

Vanessa said to me in a low voice, “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“No, why should I.”

“I mean, I can see his cock.”

“Yeah, every guy has one unless something very unfortunate has happened to him. Yeah, and see those ladies, surprise, surprise! They both have tits!”

“David, keep your voice down,” she hissed.

“Oh my god!” I mocked having found an opening, “They all have two arms and a butt!” 

“David!”

“My point is V, what’s the big deal? People come in basically two styles, male and female. Everybody has the same body parts, so what’s the big deal about being nude? You don’t have anything these two ladies don’t have, maybe better, a lot better, but basically the same. I don’t have anything either of these two guys don’t have either, other than you of course.” Vanessa looked dumbfounded as she always did when I confronted her with ironclad logic.

More and more people flocked to the beach. Soon Vanessa was feeling very out of place as she was the only person on the beach wearing a swimsuit. Another couple in their thirties setup near us. Both had good tans, but like us, they had glaring tan lines. “Hey V, see that couple over there? Now who looks better? The folks beside us or them?”

“What do you mean?”

“The uniformity of their tans.”

She looked to either side and then to the couple just settling down on their beach towels. “I see what you mean.”

“When we get home,” I continued, “I’m going to look GOOOOOD! Just like that old guy.”

Vanessa pondered what I said. “Okay, okay,” she muttered as she reached behind to untie her top.

“Allow me please,” I said helpfully.

“Keep your hands to yourself in public,” she chided. Discarding her top, she quickly lay back down on her stomach. I took it upon myself to regrease her back, so that she wouldn’t have a burned streak across her back where her strap had been. 

“C’mon, rollover.”

“What?”

“Let me get your front too while I have the sun block out.”

Vanessa looked side to side to see if anyone was looking. No one gave her a second glance. She rolled over and I slowly rubbed the lotion into her tits, playing with her prim nipples, as I’m wont to do. I glanced over to see the Italian-looking guy watching me feel up my wife. He smiled approvingly and looked away.  

I went for her bottoms. She grabbed my hand. “No! I’m not ready for that. Not yet at least. First let me get comfortable with being topless.”

“By all means Baby. Sorry, I don’t mean to push you.”

“Yes you do!”

“Hey, it’s just that it’s absolutely no big deal here to any of these people. They’re all here to relax and be natural, that’s why they’re called naturists.”

“I thought it was nudist.”

“Nudist, naturist, it’s the same.”

“You know David, you never told me that you were a nudist.”

“I’m not, but I think I could become one.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yeah… This is fun!”

I sat up on my knees to look around at all the flesh on display. A striking blond woman in her late twenties caught my eye. She was about twenty yards away, kneeling on her towel, between two guys facing them as she rubbed lotion into her tits. It was obvious that she was giving them a show and anyone else who was watching. 

“Honey, what are you staring at?”

“Huh?”

“You’re making a spectacle of yourself.”

“Wha?” That’s when I realized I had a boner working. The older lady next to us turned quickly away from me and whispered something to her husband. He glanced over and shook his head in disgust. It was my turn to go red in the face again.

“Look at you blush!” she giggled. “I don’t know anything about nudist resorts, but I do know that displaying a stiff prick is the biggest no-no. Do you want us to get kicked out of here?”




Long Simmering Swing Ch. 03



I meekly sunk into my towel to conceal my arousal. “No.”

“Then you better control that thing before it gets you into trouble.”

I lay on my stomach, waiting for my willful appendage to deflate. I looked back towards the blonde fondling herself, but the older couple blocked my view of everything but the top of her head. 

While I lay there, I noticed the sand. It wasn’t at all like the sand on South Padre, Galveston or even Destin, Florida. The sand grains seemed more like flat plates than rounded crystals. They didn’t shimmer or look glass-like either but were a flat white and totally opaque. When a sand grain stuck to your skin, it clung to you tenaciously, defying the causal brush that usually removed dried sand from the skin. I made a mental note to scoop some of the sand up and send it to geology major I knew. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said matter of factly.

“What?” 

I turned my head to watch Vanessa untie her bottoms. I sat up and grabbed the sun block, ready to protect her newly exposed white skin. I worked the lotion into her pubic mound and between her legs. She rolled over and I worked the lotion deep into the cleft of her sexy butt. As I rubbed I got hard again as I had a powerful urge to fuck her, right there in front of everyone. The Italian guy was grinning again as he watched me. The old guy on the other side stood up and walked over to us sporting his own erection. He said to me, “Can I speak to you a minute?”

“Sure.” I stood and walked with him a few feet away. 

“Is this your first time here?”

“Yes it is.”

“Be careful. You might give someone the wrong impression, or you might offend someone. Save the sex for your room.” 

Before I could reply he turned and rejoined his wife who was trying her best to ignore me. Embarrassed once again, my dick quickly shriveled and I stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. 

The blonde who had been stroking herself stood up. I watched with curiosity as she was led away towards the pool by two guys, but not the same two guys she was with. They stayed put and were joined by another girl, who had apparently been brought over by the two guys who had fetched the blonde. Hmmmm.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 04



We stayed out on beach for a couple of hours, occasionally venturing into the surf. I made sure that our sunscreen was kept fresh. I loved the way her skin glistened in the sun. The older couple gathered their towels and headed back towards the hotel. It was hot and I was feeling sticky from the saltwater. I suggested we move to the pool.

“That’s sounds like a good idea,” said V. “I don’t want to overdo it the first day and ruin our honeymoon.” She started to put on her top.

“Leave it,” I said. 

She looked up at me pleadingly. “You want me to parade around naked?”

“We’re at a nudist resort. Relax, you look great in the nude.”

“You want everyone to see me?”

“Sure, why not? It’s no big deal. You’re beautiful V and I’m proud that you’re my wife.” 

We gathered our towels, swimsuits and supplies and headed to the pool. V clutched her towel to her breast as she self-consciously walked through the beach crowd. We found a couple of vacant lounger chairs and stowed our stuff. Then I led her to the outdoor shower to rinse off the sand and salt. I could tell she was very uneasy at being so openly exposed to the eyes of every man and woman who cared to look her way.

We dove into the pool. It felt great. Cool but not cold. We paddled around for a while checking out the fabulous pool. It was quite large and irregular shaped. The diving boards were perched on a rock formation (man made but well done). There were several other rock formations scattered around the perimeter. One had a water slide, snaking down to the pool. All had waterfalls. 

Swimming behind one of the waterfalls, I discovered an underwater cave. I ducked under the water and swam through the entrance to a room, dimly lit by small openings to the outside. I turned to check out the ‘cave’ and was startled to see two couples, probably in their forties, up on a wide ledge at the rear of the cave. One woman sat watching.  The other woman was on all fours, sucking off one guy while the other fucked her from behind. The guys looked at me and continued the pummel the woman, sawing into her from both ends at once. I decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to stick around and it certainly wouldn’t be a good idea to bring V inside. I ducked back through the entrance and came up behind the waterfall. V was waiting for me.

“Where did you go?”

“I was checking out a cave.”

“Where?”

“Through here,” I said pointing to the dark hole in the side of the pool.

“I want to see.”

“I don’t think so. It’s occupied.”

“Occupied?”

“Yeah, occupied. We really shouldn’t intrude.”  

“Oh, I see,” she said, raising her eyebrows and twisting her mouth knowingly. I knew what she was thinking and I didn’t attempt to dissuade her of the notion of a single romantically engaged couple. But ten minutes later when the two couples emerged, her eyes got wide. I knew the cave was now vacant and I asked her if she wanted to go inside. 

“I know what your thinking.”

“You’re my wife.”

“I’m not screwing you in there where anyone could drop in on us.”

“C’mon, let’s just go take a look.” I ducked under the waterfall and swam into the cave. Inside, I stood about dumbly for minute before I realized she wasn’t coming. I swam back out to where I had left her. She hadn’t budged. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me?”

“I trusted you and look where I wound up.”

“In the pool?”

“No, at fancy nudist camp.”

“Look, I won’t mess with you. Promise.”

She glared at me for a moment before finally giving in and following me into the cave. The cave layout was a little different than I first surmised. Instead of a single room, there were three alcoves, each with a ledge along the back. We sat up on the ledge of the center alcove. I broke my promise and began groping her.

“I knew you were lying,” she said with a giggle. About that time the water broke and two guys and girl appeared. They headed off for a side alcove. Vanessa turned to me and said, “Take me out of here, right now.”

We slipped into the water and swam out into the sunlight. I was getting a bit thirsty and suggested we go check out the swim-up pool bar that was apparently just opening. It was built into the pool with several stools just below the waterline. The bar was in a dry well, staffed by a girl who was occupied resupplying the bar and getting ready for a busy day.

I sat up on a stool and was joined by Vanessa. “Miss!” I said to attract her attention. She turned, displaying her brown skinned jugs with their large dark aureoles and big thick nipples. I recognized her as Angelina, the pretty girl who had brought us breakfast this morning. She was some sexy Mex, with a dynamite figure. Damn, I started getting hard again, my pecker rising from the water like some curious porpoise. 

“Angelina, isn’t it?”

“Si, Senor,” she replied smiling broadly.

“How about two Pina Coladas.”

“Si!” She turned, removed her sarong from around her waist, and began fixing our drinks. She had a beautifully full, rounded ass. I supposed that in a few years that that beautiful butt would spread and her tits would grow to a ponderous size like many Mexican women of Indian decent, but right then she was exotic, voluptuous and inviting. I immediately began wondering how much she charged for an hour.

By the time she served our drinks, another couple had swam up for refreshments and Angelina turned her attentions to them. More and more people gathered at the bar. I had just ordered another round when a bleached blonde with short hair sat in the stool next to me. She was in her late twenties. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was well muscled in a feminine way, no doubt a body builder. But what got my attention were her tits, taut and rounded spherical globes. Must have been 40DD’s on her otherwise slim frame, and obviously silicon enhanced. But what really got me were her nipples, long thick nipples, pierced with rings. My cock shot out the water like a nuclear sub on an emergency blow to the surface.

A big, muscle bound dude squeezed in between us. This guy had muscles on top of muscles and sported a ponytail, a regular Samson. He looked at my dick and said, “Hi, I’m Karl. I see you like my Wanda.”

“Uh, I’m David and this is my…”

“She’s very pretty! I like her and so does my friend,” he said with a grin. 

I glanced down. The guy was getting an enormous hard on. V didn’t miss it and was transfixed as his cock grew to monstrous proportions. I mean, this guy was well over 12 inches and nearly as big around as a beer can.

“We just got in,” he continued. “Great place, isn’t it? We come here three or four times a year.” The stool next to Vanessa was now available. Karl turned to Wanda and said, “How about if you go sit by the pretty lady and get acquainted, while I talk things over with David.”

“Sure Hon,” she said with a smile. As she slid off the stool, my eyes were fixed to her tits. I was sorry he had her move, but then again, I don’t think I would have liked him sitting next to and ogling V. Karl sat down and began small talk, while Wanda and Vanessa exchanged pleasantries. 

After a few minutes we were talking about music. He suddenly asked, “Are you a swinger?” 

I must admit I was pretty naive. I’d never heard the term before and thought he was asking if I was a cool kind of guy. You know, someone to share a smoke with. I didn’t dare try to bring weed through Mexican customs. If he had some dope, I would be glad to share it with him later on. “Yeah,” I answered with confidence.

“Good. We saw you by the cave. You two are best looking couple we’ve seen so far. I know Wanda likes you. You’ve got a nice cock and she loves nice cocks. What’s your lady friend’s name?”

I was dumb struck and carelessly uttered, “Vanessa.”

“Vanessa! She’s a good-looking slut! I’ll be blunt, I’d love to fuck her.”

“Uh, excuse me,” I finally said. “I think you misunderstood me, or rather I misunderstood you. We’re not into that sort of thing. We’re here on our honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” Karl looked a bit perplexed, like he just stepped in a pile of dog mess. “Look, sorry dude, I didn’t mean to offend.” He stood and hastily pulled Wanda away. 

As the two hurried away, Vanessa looked at me open jawed. Her shock was apparent. “Do you know what they want?” she asked incredulously. “They want to swap!”

“Yeah, I know. I told him we weren’t into that sort of thing.”

“You think they’ll come back?”

“I don’t know,” I said. Suddenly I was feeling somewhat apprehensive. This was perhaps a little more than I had bargained for. 

We finished off our second Pina Colada and V suggested that we eat lunch. We swam to the side near our stuff. I hauled myself out of the water. V needed some help as she was feeling the alcohol. I started towards the chase loungers to retrieve our beach towels as body wraps. I turned to say something to Vanessa, but she wasn’t there. I glanced towards the hotel and there she was, strutting proudly in the nude towards the restaurant patio, completely at ease. I grabbed the towels and ran after her.

“Hey V,” I said as I caught up with her, “you want your towel to wrap up in?”

“No,” she said petulantly, “you want me nude, so I’m going to stay nude.”

“Sure babe, that’s fine with me.” Actually I was surprised as hell. Then I realized the two drinks probably had a lot to do with her sudden liberation. The old axiom that alcohol lowers inhibitions and greases the wheels of sexuality was certainly true. She picked out a table situated so that everyone entering the patio from the pool or beach area would pass by. I gave her a towel to sit on. She sat and arched her back as if to stretch, thrusting her tits up and out, running her hands across her breasts until her nipples were hard and erect. Jesus! 

I wasn’t the only one watching her either. For one, the waiter appeared and enjoyed the show at close range. V opened her eyes, looking up into the smiling face of the black-eyed waiter.

“Nice Senora, very nice. May I be of any assistance?”

“Uh, just the menu, por favor,” I said using up my Spanish vocabulary.

“Certainly, Senor,” he replied as he handed out today’s luncheon menu. “May I get you something to drink from the bar?”

“No thank you.” I was feeling the effect of the rum drinks too. “Just bring us two iced teas.”

“Si, Senor.”

We had nice lunch of grilled shrimp. It really felt weird sitting there naked, eating lunch, but then again, everyone else was naked too, except of course the wait staff and they were only partially dressed. We had finished eating and were sipping on our third glass of tea when the short Italian guy from the beach walked up to us.

“Mind if I join you for a minute?” he said with a friendly smile.

“No, please join us.”

“Thanks. Marc Marcello,” he said thrusting his hand out in greetings.

He was Italian. I wondered if he was any relationship to that Mafia guy in New Orleans. “David Allen, and this is my wife Vanessa.”

“Pleased to meet you Vanessa,” he said while ogling her bare body. “Say, I don’t want to take up your time, but Candy and I are having an open house this afternoon in the Village.”

“Village?”

“Yeah, the thatched roofed bungalows. We would love to have you come over. Room 12.”

“What time?” I asked. I was interested in seeing what those units looked like. The next time we came, maybe we might stay in one.

“Any time after two until about dinner time.”

“Okay, we might stop by Marc.”

“Great! Well, nice meeting you.” He was off as suddenly as he had appeared, going over to another table, presumably to invite them over too.

I paid the check. “Well babe, what’s your pleasure, the beach or the pool?”

She leaned forward and said in a sultry voice, “Let’s go upstairs. I want to suck your cock.”

Why did she have to say it like that? My growing cock got caught under the lip of the table as I stood up. Springing free it bobbed up and down, waving at all the people, going to full attention. I felt my face burn as it flushed red. I grabbed my towel and tried to be nonchalant about hiding my stiff pecker. Truth is, I really don’t think anyone noticed or if they did, gave a damn.

We got back upstairs to our room. There in a neat pile on the pub table were our swimsuits and lotions. I guess the staff didn’t have much problem figuring out to whom they belonged, as I hadn’t seen anyone else all morning wearing so much as a thong. 

We caught a quick shower to rinse off the chlorine. V didn’t waste any time, immediately going down on me in the spray. Lucky me, she really wanted it bad! My cock grew quickly to full stature in her loving mouth. She sucked and orally caressed my appreciative cock.  Grabbing her by the ears, I fucked her face, pulling her into me with each thrust into her willing mouth. I felt her gag a little as my cock head hit the back of her throat before sliding down her gullet. She was getting pretty good at this. Swallowing, her throat would contract around my cock. The sensation of a good deep throat was incredible as always. 

I felt my orgasm rising in my groin. I pulled my cock from her marvelous throat so that just my glans was between her sweet lips. No need for me to hold back. I gave her what she really wanted, a mouthful of my manly emissions. It’s hard to tell who likes me cumming in her mouth more, her or me. Ever since I shot off in V’s mouth the first time, she had developed a taste, no, make that a craving, for the taste of my semen. It was really hard for me to believe that she hadn’t let a guy cum in mouth before I started fucking her, but she insisted that it was true. She had always thought that it was disgusting or something, but once she tried it, she loved it.

She stood, letting my depleted cock slip from her mouth still dripping, and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, sharing my own cum with her. She wasn’t the only one who had developed a taste for my spunk, though I really preferred sucking it out of her pussy. Must be the additional flavorings of her cunt juices.

We finished our shower, making sure every nook and cranny was properly clean. We toweled off. I wandered off to the bed while she primped her hair. I must have dozed off for several minutes. 

I woke to her squirming around, moaning gutturally. I looked up into the mirror to see her beside me, her legs lewdly splayed as she worked herself over with a buzzing pink vibrator. In fascination I watched her cum. I had always been right on top of her when she came, and I only saw what was happening immediately before me. This was a little different. The mirror gave me a full view of her body, as if I were a few feet away. It was so erotic watching her pleasure herself. My cock was rested and ready, and as soon as she pulled the vibrator away from her cunt, I rammed it into her. I fucked her hard and fast, like she was one of the bare breasted hotel maids. She came again.

I pulled out of her clutching twat hole. It was time. I rolled her over and forced her up on her knees. I started licking her feet, working my way up her calves and thighs to nibble at the flesh of her firm shapely buttocks. I spread her lovely ass cheeks to reveal her tight puckered little brown star. Nestling my face in her butt I flicked my tongue lightly across her anus. I did the alphabet with my tongue, tracing out each capital letter across that sweet butt hole. With all the squirming and thrusting her ass into my face, I knew that she was enjoying it. After I formed the letter ‘Z’, I began stabbing my tongue into her hole, just a little ways, not so deep that I got into anything really nasty or dangerous.

“Oh, fuck baby! That feels good!” she moaned. “Oh, yeah, I like it. I like it.”

I reached for the bed stand to retrieve a tube of KY Jelly from the complementary basket of goodies. I licked up her ass crease a few more times as I fumbled with the screw on top. 

She was begging, “Do it baby, do it.” I lubed up her asshole and the fingers of my right hand, spreading her cheeks with my left hand. She grunted and groaned as I ran my middle finger up her ass. “Oh god!” she hoarsely whispered as I fingered fucked her. “That feels good baby.”

I took my time, working her rectum, stretching the tight sphincter muscle, relaxing it for more to come. I worked in another finger and gradually loosened her up more and more, until both fingers slipped effortlessly in and out of her anus. All the while she moaned and groaned, softly cursing as she experienced serious anal play for the first time. I pulled my fingers out and picked up her vibrator, slipping it into her. I fucked her with it a few minutes before flipping the switch. Bzzzzzzzzzzz! 

“Oh, Jesus!” she cried out. She tried to crawl away from her buzzing love toy, but I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her in place. 

“You like that baby?” I hissed. “You like being naughty? You do don’t you? You are a naughty girl, letting me play with your ass. You’ve been naughty all day, parading around outside naked like a slut, letting every man and woman here see your pretty tits, see your fine ass, some even saw the lips of your pussy! Naughty sluts like you deserve to be used. Used as a cock slot. Yeah, your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, are mine to use. I’m going to fuck your ass girl. That’s right, I’m going to fuck you like the slut we both know you are.”

Once I finished my pillow talk, I pulled the vibrator out and pressed the purplish head of my greased cock to her ass. “Here baby, here’s my dick! Now reach back and spread your ass checks for me. That’s it, that’s a good little fuck slut. Now relax baby, relax your asshole and let me in. Push down like you’re trying to damn. That’s it, that’s it.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” she grunted as my cock head slipped past her sphincter and into her virgin ass. “Oh, god, it burns! It burns,” she whimpered.

“Relax baby, the burning will stop in a minute. Stay with me baby,” I soothingl cooed.

“You’re too big!”

“You’ll be okay baby, trust me, trust me my love.”

‘Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” she sobbed. I held perfectly still, letting her ass adjust to my thick cock. Soon the sobbing and whimpering faded. I began thrusting into her with short strokes of no more than a half an inch for about thirty strokes, then I penetrated her another half inch, fucking her with the short strokes, giving her ass plenty of time to stretch out and accommodate my cock. Deeper and deeper, I gradually worked into her rectum until I ran out cock to run up her butt. I paused to savor the feel of her tight ass clutching my swollen penis. I began trusting again with the short strokes as I slowly withdrew.

“Oh god, that feels wonderful baby,” she said. “Oh yes, I like it, I like it.” 

I worked back in and out several times, always using the short strokes. It was becoming easier and easier. I had withdrawn my cock head almost completely when I felt her tight anal ring suddenly relax. I drove my cock deep into her and then completely withdrew. 

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I want you in me.”

My cock effortless slid back into her ass. I pulled out several times to be sure she was completely relaxed. I rolled her onto her back and stuffed a pillow under her butt to lift it off the bed. Pushing her legs up towards her head, her ass rotated up. I leaned forward to lick at the line of perspiration had formed between her breast. Then I wiggled into position, my thighs spread and flat on the bed until I worked my cock once again into her ass hole. She gazed up into the mirror slack jawed, mauling her tits, as my dick sank into her hot rectum. I took it slow, fucking her with deep full strokes. She could look down to see my cock disappearing into her ass or look up and watch her debasement overhead.

My clean left hand was free to toy with her now easily accessible clit. My fingers slipped into her sopping slit to add clitoral stimulation to my lovemaking. She was incredibly wet. Her clit was clearly visible, poking out from its protective hood. I stroked her hard nubbin along the sides and around the base. After a few minutes, I watched as her breasts flushed a ruddy shade. With an animalistic howl she came and came hard. If anyone was in the next room, I’m sure that they heard her. Her tiny clit suddenly withdrew like a startled prairie dog disappearing into its den. The sight and feel of her in orgasmic bliss nearly pushed me over the top. I stopped fucking and fingering her to allow her and myself a chance to recover a little before I resumed sodomizing her.




Long Simmering Swing Ch. 04



After a minute, my cock freshly lubricated by her drooling vaginal fluids, I began fucking her ass again. I knew she was much too sensitive for me to play with her clit, so I slid two fingers into her vagina and sought out her ever-popular G-spot. She was twisting and groveling, pulling on her nipples so hard I thought she might hurt herself. She tensed up, arching her back and howled again, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, her rectal muscles squeezing my cock. Her face twisted into a mask of unbridled lust and her stomach undulated wildly with her climatic contractions. She took a deep breath, exhaling with a ‘whoosh!’ like a cetacean as she went completely limp.

I stopped fucking her for a minute until she showed some sign of life. She finally opened her eyes, still impaled on my cock. She breathlessly moaned, “Fuck me. Fuck me David.”

My cock was loosing its rigidity from lying idle so long. Still it was hard enough to slide in and out of her new fuck hole, gaining a little more substance with each wonderful trip into her guts. Fully engorged again I began slamming her. She grunted every time my cock rammed into her. I was near cumming again, but not finished with her yet. Pulling out abruptly to squeeze under the head of my cock, I fought back the orgasm that was nearly immanent. Looking down, I gazed into her raw gapping rectum. Grinning like a lecher I watched as her freshly fucked hole slowly closed. 

I looked up to see her expression. There was desperation in her eyes. I had been fucking her in the same basic position for quite some time and I knew that she sorely needed a change. I fell over onto the bed, looking up at my self and my near fucked-out wife. 

“C’mon baby. Climb aboard and fuck me,” I said looking into her eyes via the overhead mirror.

“I, I…”

“I said, fuck me! Show me what a slut you are. C’mon Babe, sit your fine ass down on my big dick and fuck yourself on me!”

I lubricated my cock with a fresh coating of KY. V crawled up on top straddling me 

“That’s it Babe. Grab that dirty dick and shove up your ass! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhh! Oooo, you are a nasty slut. Aren’t you Babe? Yeah, fuck me! God, I love it!” It was so cool to look up into the mirror and see her fucking me. I could look straight at her and watch my cock being driven into her butt and watch her lovely titties bounce around as she labored, or I could look up and see her back and the sensuous form of her gorgeous buttocks working up and down on my cock. Sweat poured from her, dripping onto my own sweating torso. She looked crazed, lost in fuck lust, servicing her man to the best of her considerable abilities.

“Yeah, fuck me slut! C’mon on V, there’s no going back. You’re now my ass whore. Enjoy it slut! Wallow in it! Yeah, that’s it slut, fuck yourself! Tell me you love it. Tell me you want it. Tell me slut how much you need it!”

She responded by spitting out, “I’m your fuck slut, Baby. My ass is yours! I love your cock deep in my ass, in my pussy and in my mouth. Fuck me Baby. Fuck me and then fuck me again and again. Use me like a slut, Baby! Oh gawd, I need you inside me!”

“You’re going walk bowlegged for the next two days and everyone will know what you did to get that way,” I grunted. “C’mon slut, I’m close, I’m close.”

There was no way I could stop it this time. She was controlling the action now, even if she was being driven on by my profane urgings to degrade herself. My balls began to churn and my dick tingled. Hotly churning liquid raced the full length of my cock, gushing forth to baptize her rectum with my conjugal offering. The long delayed orgasm was as intense as hers was, temporally blinding me as I was overtaken in blissful agony. I jerked and twisted under her like an epileptic whoremonger, as my swollen, fecal coated cock throbbed and unloaded. The waves of intense pleasure ebbed, but she still pounded away. I grabbed her and pulled her down on me, smothering her with kisses. She stopped thrusting, my cock was still buried in her ass. I could feel her bowels contracting around my cock as it slowly deflated. After a few minutes, we were both still breathing hard, exhausted and soaked with perspiration when my now limp cock slipped from her ass. Basking in the afterglow of great sex, we both slipped off to Slumber Land.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 05



I gradually awoke with V still on top of me. My nostrils flared at the pungent aroma generated by our sexual play. I tenderly kissed her and she dreamily opened her eyes.

“That was fantastic,” she weakly said. “Ginger was right. You do know how to do it right. You are the best, you know that?”

“You’re just a great fuck Babe. You bring out the best in me.” 

“Anytime you want me, take me.”

“I will Babe. I will.” 

She brought a hand up to stroke my hair. It was the hand she had gripped my dirty dick with and it stunk. “Hey,” I said. “Watch your hand, it’s soiled. With ass fucking you got to be careful or someone can get sick. C’mon we really need a shower.” I rolled her over and crawled off the bed. Then I helped her up.

“Oh my gosh!” she declared. “I’m really sore!” We took a few steps towards the bath when her eyes got big. “Hurry, I got to go! Oh, god, I can’t hold it!” V waddled pathetically as fast as she could to the toilet making it just in time before her bowels unloaded without restraint.

“V, you’re going to need to squeeze your butt like you’re picking up toilet paper with your butt. That will improve the resiliency of your sphincter.”

“Why is it always the girl that has to do special exercises?” she complained as she wiped her ass. 

“Well it’s like anything else. You have to condition the muscles you use. It’s like the kegel exercises you do to keep your pussy nice and tight. I guess you could do them at the same time.”

“And just what will you be doing?”

“Waiting for you to tighten up so I can loosen you up again.”

“Well Ginger did warn me about that, about loosing control of my stool. She said if I was planning on anal sex, I should give myself a small enema a few hours before using a douche bottle. That way I wouldn’t have an accident after a work out.”

“You’d be cleaner too,” I added helpfully as I washed my stinking hand.

We showered and got squeaky clean once again. I led her back to the bed to examine her anus, to be sure that there were no tears or bleeding of any sort. Finding none, I playfully tongued her clean butt hole.

“Now stop that!” she protested pulling away from me. “That’s enough of that for now.”

“Well if you feel that way, why don’t we go float around in the pool.”

“I don’t know if I can walk that far.”

“Hey, walking is the best tonic for a quick rebound.” I helped her up, grabbed the sunscreen and coated every square inch of her body. She then did the same for me. I was a little surprised when she stuck an oiled finger up my ass but I encouraged her. “Oh yeah Babe! You know, I understand you can do some pretty wild things to me by stroking my prostrate.” 

“Really? Like what?”

“I dunno. I’ve never had anyone do that to me.”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yeah, I think I would.” 

She pulled her finger from my ass. “Okay, maybe later. I sure liked what you did to my ass; maybe you’ll like what I’m going to do to yours. You know, I’m not the only one who can be an ‘ass whore’ as you put it.”

“Well I really didn’t mean to call you…”

“Sure you did. It’s true. I am your slut. I love what you do to me. Like I said, you can take me anytime you want; however you want.” She smiled mischievously adding, “At the same time Baby, you’re my slut, and I’ll take you whenever and however I want.” That raised my eyebrows.

While V washed her hands, I grabbed our beach towels and sunscreen. My white ass had already turned pink and I knew that I needed the heavy-duty stuff to keep my butt from blistering. I rubbed an extra coating across my pink waist before walking out the door. 

We left the swimsuits on the pub table where they remained unused for the remainder of our stay at El Sol de Maya. In fact all the clothes we brought remained unused and unneeded. We strolled through the lobby and out to the pool area, calmly exchanging hellos as we went. Its funny how after a lifetime of conditioning just how quickly you can become completely comfortable with nudity. In less than a day, we had become naturalized. 

We were just about to the pool when I remembered our invitation to the open house. “Hey V, do you want to go over to the bungalows for that open house?”

She looked at me, doubt clearly written on her face. “I don’t know. Let’s not go. Okay?”

“Sure V, we don’t have to go.” A stacked beauty caught my eye and I blurted out, “Man! Look at those tits!”

“You can look David,” she said evenly, “but remember, you can’t touch.”

Trying to recover I replied, “Why would I when I have you to spread’em for me?”

“Don’t be so crude,” she chided.

I dropped our stuff haphazardly on a vacant pool chair. Then I followed her off the low diving boards. The water felt divine. I swam about for a while trying to get in some exercise other than humping my hips. V stayed with me as I tried to churn out a half mile. She had been on the swimming team in high school and she is a far superior swimmer than I am. I swam until my arms felt like they were about to fall off before rolling onto my back to float and rest as she continued to swim circles around me. 


We paddled over into the shallow water where we didn’t have work so hard, near to one of the waterfalls and cave. Standing behind the waterfall, we were discretely smooching when up popped big titted Wanda with the nipple rings followed closely by two guys. Flashing me a smile, she tugged on her rings before one of the guys grabbed her, launching her, gleefully laughing into the air and through the curtain of water. I waited for muscleman Karl, but he never emerged from the cave. I suppose he was occupied elsewhere.

There seemed to be flurry of activity at that cave with couples, threesomes and foursomes coming and going. We decided to move on and get out of the way. After a while we made it over to the pool bar, where we we sauntered up and ordered another round of Pina Coladas. There was new girl keeping bar. Like Angelina, she had shed her sarong and worked in the buff. She was a pretty girl, brown skinned, black hair, nearly black eyes, with a nice body. She wasn’t quite as curvaceous as Angelina was, but hell, she was nice to look at.

We were sipping our drinks when the older guy who was next to us on the beach took a seat beside us. He looked at me and extended his hand, “Peter Tulburt.” He pointed to the woman who was just joining him, “And this is my wife, Jan.”

We shook hands. “Pleased to met you Peter, David Allen. And this is Vanessa, my darling bride.” I expected a come on and was prepared to blow him off.

“You’ve never been to a place like this before, have you?”

“Uh, no. How could you tell?”

“That’s easy. We’ve been watching you two since dinner last night. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Then this morning on the beach, you both wore swimsuits. You did get rid of them after awhile, but still it was pretty obvious that you weren’t comfortable being nude.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It took us a little while, but we’ve joined the crowd.”

“It’s okay if you wanted to wear something.”

“I know, but I now feel a little silly.”

Peter took a swig of his beer. “You two aren’t swingers either, are you?”

“No!” I quickly said. Then I realized from his tone that he wasn’t trying to pick us up. I felt that he was sincere, someone who might level with me. “Say I know this sounds a little stupid, but just what is a swinger?”

Peter chuckled a little. “Look, since I sold my business and retired two years ago, Jan and I tour the world, staying at nudist resorts like this. Even before I retired we went to places like this regularly. In some ways they are all the same and in some ways each is unique. The universal code of conduct is that you keep your hands to yourself, look but don’t stare, and don’t engage in sexual activities in public. Some places are so squeamish about it that if a guy gets an erection, they’ll ask him to leave, as if the normal functioning of a guy’s organ was somehow obscene. Other places are a little more relaxed about that sort of thing; still some people can be offended. But in all these places, behind closed doors, out of public view, anything goes. El Sol de Maya is a little more risqué in that regard than most places. Swingers flock here, it’s a paradise for them.”

“But just what is a swinger?”

“A swingers are couples who enjoy sex with additional partners.”

“Wife swapping?”

“That and more. Group sex. Bisexual relationships. Maybe a little kinky voyeurism with your mate. I saw that big guy hustling you here before lunch. As abruptly as he left, I knew you didn’t swing, or at least I didn’t think you did. I also figured you didn’t know the lay of the land.”

“Yeah he wanted to have sex with my wife. Damn, we’re on our honeymoon!”

“He might have wanted to have sex with you too.” 

I was shaken. That had never occurred to me. 

Peter continued, “Another rule of etiquette is that no means no. When you said no, they moved on. You’re going to get propositioned here, especially here. All you need to do is say no.”

“Are you swingers?” I asked cautiously.

“Well, I guess. My wife likes young girls. So do I. Don’t worry; we don’t do couples. My cock is the only cock Jan gets. We’ve been trying out the staff girls. That’s Nina. We had her a few days ago. Nice fuck.”

I looked at the girl and back at the old man and then his wife who at the moment was talking to Nina. 

“Angelina?”

“That’s a hot one. We’ll probably get her again before we leave. All the staff is available, men and women alike if you want, for whatever you want. They’re forbidden to solicit sex, but they’re all available. They’re even available for the dungeon for some really rough games.”

“Dungeon?”

“Yeah, it’s back over there, away from everything else. See that fake Mayan-temple thing? That’s it. Strictly supervised to make sure things don’t get out of hand. If you look carefully,” he said gesturing towards Nina, “you’ll see bruises hidden by that dark skin.”

I looked and sure enough. “Son of a bitch!”

“Anything goes here in private. All you have to do is say no if you don’t want to play.” Peter grinned, adding half-jest, “Unless of course you try to stiff them for your bill.”

“I had a guy ask me at lunch if I wanted to go to an open house. What’s that?”

“I take it you didn’t go. The bungalows over there are nicknamed the Village. It’s a swinger’s nest. At an open house, the host and/or hostess takes on all comers. I don’t know how anybody takes being fucked for three or four hours straight, but some people do enjoy it.” 

I thought about Marc Marcello’s wife, a petite girl doing a choo-choo, getting her cunt split open by Karl’s monster cock. “Damn,” I muttered.

Peter looked at his aviator watch. “We got to go.” He turned to Jan and said, “Hon, room service will be by the room in a bit. Drink up.” He stood, said his farewells as I thanked him for the tips. I now knew for certain why Angelina looked disappointed at my five-dollar tip that morning for breakfast. She was expecting more, much more. I made a mental note not to call room service, lest my intentions be misconstrued.

After that I did as Peter said and every time we were approached, we politely declined. No one harassed us or asked us twice. It was sort of like being asked if you wanted toast with your coffee. “No, just coffee thanks.” No one was offended for being turned down.

Vanessa had been chit chatting with an older woman while I was talking to Peter, so she didn’t hear any of it. The woman she was talking to just wanted that, someone to talk to. Her husband showed up and they went their way. Later that evening at dinner, Peter waved us over to his table. I reintroduced Vanessa and he Jan. We had a very pleasant evening talking and laughing, dancing intimately with our wives. I didn’t ask him about his afternoon room service and he didn’t mention it or anything else sexual. It was as if we were enjoying an evening with friends of my parents’.

I did see Marc Marcello and his ‘wife’ sitting with Karl and Wanda. Except for Marc’s ‘wife’, every one at their table was all smiles. She looked positively despondent and beat down. I never saw her get up to dance, and wondered if she had any prior knowledge of the open house. From the look of her, she must have been gang banged all afternoon. Then Marc got up to dance with Wanda again cheek to cheek, rubbing against each other. Karl got up with Marc’s ‘wife’ and the two of them headed off to the bungalows. I couldn’t help but notice how distended her pussy lips were. Willing or not, she was evidently up for more big-dick action.

We stayed on the patio dancing and drinking for several hours. V finally had enough and we retired for a little cock socket action before we fell asleep. 



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 06



The next several days flew by. We became very adept at meeting people and not being asked to shack up. Of course we weren't 100% successful in deflecting all the invitations for a swing, but it wasn't a problem at all. A few gregarious couples, who after being gently rebuked said "That's fine, lets be friends anyway." We learned a lot about "The Lifestyle" talking with these folks. If asked, they were usually very free with their discussion of sexual adventures, no matter how raw. One couple we met even admitted that they were brother and sister! Though we didn't know it at the time, a seed had been planted, just waiting for the right time to grow.

We had thoroughly enjoyed our stay at El Sol de Maya and looked forward to another visit. We also looked forward to discovering a few places near Rockford we heard about for a quick get away. As we headed home to Appleton and State U for Jake and Ginger's wedding, we were both uncomfortable, dressed in clothes for the first time in a week. We now considered ourselves as nudists.

We got back to my apartment two days before the wedding. I lugged the useless and unused suitcases up the stairs. I unlocked the door and walked in. It was my apartment after all. They somehow didn't hear me unlock the door. Jake had Ginger lying on the table as he fucked her from a standing position. I called out, "Hey V, looks who's fucking!"

Ginger shot upright red faced and tried to extricate Jake's cock from her snatch. He grabbed her thigh and prevented her from decoupling. Jake shot me a glance as V walked through the door.

"Don't you knock?" he glowered.

"It's my place remember, but don't mind us, you two carry on." I leered at Ginger, seeing her in the buff for the first time in a long time. "Ginger, you are gorgeous! And you Jake, you're a lucky man."

"David," scolded my wife, "leave them alone!"

"Sure hon. See you two later." I hauled the luggage into our bedroom and shut the door. We didn't bother to unpack anything other than our toiletries. I shucked my shirt and shoes and put on a pair of old gym shorts. I waited a decent interval for them to move to their bedroom, before I headed to the kitchen to get a beer. 

They were still at it on the table. Jake didn't even pause as I passed them, but kept slamming her. I guess I should have pretended that they weren't even there, but I paused for a minute, gazing at her nakedness, watching her inner labia, flushed and engorged, playing peek-a-boo between her puffy outer lips that flexed in and out as his cock sawed into her, watching her generous freckled mammaries slosh around with each hard thrust. Ginger's eyes met mine with a look I'd seen before; it was a look of yearning. Her eyes fell on my tented gym shorts and she started to cum. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I knew then what I had tried to pretend wasn't true; I was still in love with her, not like I was in love with V, but in love nonetheless. I broke away from the oh-so-hot spectacle, grabbed a beer and headed back for V to relieve my aching dick.

Vanessa was sitting on the bed still wearing the blue sundress that she wore traveling from Cancun. She was calmly reading over the accumulated mail, engrossed in a lengthy document of some sort. I dropped my shorts, my cock jutting out, throbbing and begging relief. She didn't even notice my cock a few inches from her face. In desperation (or perhaps from playful lewdness) I started beating my meat. Precum oozed from the tip of my glans, beading up until the surface tension broke to dribble down my cock. Still she didn't notice. I continued masturbating until I was near the point of no return. 

Jake opened the door, "Hey David!" 

Vanessa looked up to be hit square on her button of a nose with my first blast. Startled she began to speak as the second blast hit her opening lips as she said, "Wha…" and then "mmmphh!" as I sealed my erupting cock against her partially opened lips. 

Jake stood at the door, naked, his wet cock dangling but on the rise again until I had finished cumming. V swallowed her tasty snack, her face flushing with embarrassment. 

"Look who's a cum sucker now!' said Jake "I gotta hand it to you David, she never did that for me."

"Do you mind?" I asked with false irritation.

Jake snorted, "A little payback?" Then he looked sheepishly at the floor and added, "Look, I just needed to fill you in on the plans."

"Give me a minute, will you?" 

The fact that he was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, stark naked didn't even register on me. If V noticed anything out of the ordinary, she never said anything and never brought up the incident again. A naked man was no more a shock than if he'd been wearing a business suit.

I pulled up my gym shorts and left V to clean herself up. Jake stepped from his bedroom sporting gym shorts matching mine (old uniform parts from the Dedmen Graves days). Through the open door I caught a glimpse of Ginger, pulling on a thong. It suddenly bothered me that Jake screwed Ginger in front of me. I thought back to the pigsty house he had lived in and the animals he had lived with. Maybe they were used to an audience.

"Here's the scoop David," Jake began as if nothing of note had transpired during the last ten minutes, "you need to pick up your tux at Trudeu's before six tomorrow. The rehearsal is at 6:30 PM at St. John's. Afterwards there will be a rehearsal dinner at Chez Jac's. Be at St. John's no later than 10:00 AM. Here's her ring. For God's sake don't loose it or forget it. Now the Gamma's are having a party at the sorority house for Ginger tonight. We're going over to my old place around eight, the guys are throwing me a bachelor party."

I thought back to the slut whore his roomies had come up with for my bachelor party. "Is that girl going to be there again?"

"You mean the girl they had for you? Probably not. Bubba says that they have a 'memorable surprise' for me. Knowing those clowns, she'll probably be a 300 pound black and pink sow with no teeth!" I cringed at the thought. 

"Say, are you up for a game of racquet ball?"

"Sure Jake, if you're ready for me to whoop yer ass!"

"Not likely! Go get your shit."

I dressed in my shoes, socks, a shirt, my jock strap, and shorts. Grabbing a towel, I told V where we going. She said that she and Ginger might not be there when we got back as they had some errands to run.

As always it was a close three game match. We were one and one and I was leading in the third game. I didn't intentionally slack off, but Jake rallied and took the third game and match. What the hell, it was his day. We hit the showers to rinse off the sweat. Jake was looking at me with a peculiar expression.

"Are you queer or something?" I asked in jest.

"No dude, you're really not my type, too flat chested."

"Then why you looking at my pecker?"

"Sorry, but last week at the party, your ass was lily white. It practically glowed in the dark. Now your buns are brown. What in the hell have you been doing?"

I turned the shower off and looked down at my waist. I was pretty brown all over without a hint of a tan line. I looked back towards Jake. "What I'm telling you Jake is strictly confidential and is not for general dissemination. I have your word?"

"As an officer and a gentleman." Jake had been in ROTC and had received his commission as an Air Force Second Louie earlier that week. 

"How about as a trusted friend?"

"You have my word."

"That resort in Cancun, it was a nudist resort."

Jake arched his eyebrows. "No shit! You took Vanessa to a nudist colony?"

"Resort, nudist resort. She didn't know about it until it was too late. Once we both adjusted, we had a great time! We can't wait to go back. You ought to take Ginger there."

"We're going on a cruise," he said with a frown.

"Later on Jake. You'll have vacation."

"Leave, they call it 'leave'.

"Whatever. The place is called El Sol de Maya. It's down on the southern end of the island away from the congested area. Cool place. You'll love it."

"I dunno," he said with a slight frown. "I don't think I'd like everyone looking at Ginger like that."

"You get to look at a lot of bare skin my friend. It really isn't a big deal to anybody else. The only thing you have to watch out for are the swingers."

"Swingers? You mean?"

"Yeah, group sex types, wife swappers and such. Just be sure and stay away from the bungalows; that's a very risqué area. If anyone approaches you or Ginger for sex, just say no, they'll leave you alone."

"I don't think Ginger would go for it."

"Don't tell her until it's too late. If V knew ahead of time, there's no way she would have gone."

"I don't know. Sounds kind of kinky."

"It was great fun! Whatever inhibitions V had before we went, they're now gone. The sex with her was great! The best we ever had. Try it sometimes, you'll like it." 

When we got back to the apartment the girls were gone. I checked the fridge for something to eat, but the girls had cleaned it out of everything but beer and few diet soft drinks. We were moving out right after the wedding and V was getting ready. There was a note on the table instructing me to pack up my stuff in boxes. Other than a five-foot stack of books, my stereo, and some clothes, I really didn't have that much. It didn't take me but an hour or so to finish up. 

Jake and Ginger were ready to go too. The military had arranged for the shipment of their household things and they were scheduled to have everything picked up in the morning. 

The only thing I needed to do was to get together with John next door and give him title to my ugly, but trusty Toyota. The wreak he was driving was unreliable to put it kindly and I knew he needed something to get them through the next year. I wouldn't need the car. In addition to V's Mercedes, I was supposed to get a new company car, a basic Chevy, but it was a car, all expenses paid. I knew John and Kathy were desperately poor and had I decided to sell the faithful yeoman car to him for five bucks.

The girls came back to get ready for Ginger's party. Jake and I sat around half naked in our gym shorts, finishing off the remaining beers. After an hour the girls were ready and left for the sorority house. I found a clean t-shirt and a pair of sandals, no need to over dress for the evening. I figured that if I just kept it to shorts and a t-shirt, I wouldn't have as much trouble coming home in the same clothes I went in as I did last week, when I lost my socks, drawers and my shirt. As an extra precaution, I grabbed an extra pair of shorts and a t-shirt to throw into the back of my car, just in case.

Jake and I headed out to the party. We were both hungry and knew we'd better get something substantial in our stomachs before drinking all night. We hit the drive through at a burger joint, eating the marginal burgers and fries on the way to the pigsty. By the time we arrived, I had mayo/mustard goo all over my shirt. I considered changing shirts, but decided, 'Fuck it.'

The pigsty was just as unkempt as ever. I don't think they had bothered to clean up after my party as the place was littered with plastic cups, bottles, chicken bones, and even a few used condoms of unknown vintage. The two large trashcans in the kitchen were overflowing. The sink was filled with unwashed dishes, black with mold. Cockroaches brazenly crawled on the littered countertop or were scattered, mashed into the floor. The guys had really gone all out for Jake.

They did have a new keg iced down in the wash bucket, plus tequila shots and they did have a selection of munchies. Things were pretty tame for the first hour or so, just guys guzzling beer, knocking down tequila, spilling beer, throwing beer, throwing up. The VCR played back the requisite porno movies, nothing special, just a typical fuck, fuck, fuck flick. 

Around ten o'clock the cunt du jour showed up. She was about 5'10", frosted hair, big tits, slim body. Despite the heavy eye makeup, she didn't look too bad, but she did look like a whore. She wore boots, tight jeans and a black bikini top covered by an open shirt made of a black see-through material. She was better looking than the pudgy girl they had for me, but she wasn't what you would call a 'memorable surprise'.

The guys moved the kitchen table into the living room. To my amazement, someone actually wiped it off. The girl was placed atop the table and introduced to the leering crowd of horny males as Peg. A big bowl of condoms, procured from the college infirmary, was also placed on the table. Jake was directed onto the table with Peg where she proceeded to strip him nude. Everyone had a good laugh at Jake's expense, as he was required by Peggy to model his manly goods. 

She sank to her knees and began giving him a blowjob to the hoots of the gathered. She sucked and nibbled on his dick, his balls and then had him model his hard, wet equipment. Next she had him turn around and bend over. She spread his ass cheeks tongued his asshole. Several "Oh shit!" "Fucking gross!" "I won't kiss her!" and similar comments were made by the drunken spectators.

Peggy cooed, "You ready to fuck me Honey?"

Jake growled, "Damn right bitch!"

"Then you've got to take off my boots," she said sticking her right foot forward. Jake knelt and removed first her right boot and then the left. He removed her right sock, but when he went for the left, she said, "Wouldn't you like to suck my titties first?" 

Jake stood and pulled the gauzy top from her shoulders and then untied her bikini top. I must say that in the hooters department, this girl was generously endowed. The nipple rings accenting her saucer-sized aureoles were an extra treat, instantly reminding me of Wanton Wanda. Jake sucked in one nipple while mauling her other tit, pulling on her rings with fingers and teeth. No way could Jake get all of her dark pink aureole in his mouth at one time. He bit into her leaving his teeth marks on her tit. 

Peg seemed pleased with the abuse. She opened a small foil packet that she had taken from her pocket, and then rolled the gaudy fuchsia pink French Tickler over his cock and said, "Let's show them how to fuck!"

Jake unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. He was about to pull them down when Peggy lay down on the table. Jake got down off the table and pulled the jeans off by the cuffs. A gasp went up the crowd. I didn't have a good view and was mystified. Suddenly Bubba lifted this thing high in the air. "Holy crap!" "Fucking gross!" "I don't believe it!" and similar comments were made by the drunken mob. As I realized what Bubba was holding up, I couldn't believe it either. He had hoisted her prosthesis! Peggy was a one legged whore, hence the nickname, Peg! 

I finally got a good view of Peg lying on her right side, completely nude, waving her left stump in the air while spreading her pussy lips with her hand. "C'mon big boy, shove that big cock of yours in poor Peggy's hungry cunt!" she said with a wicked grin. The expression on Jake as he stood looking at this wretched wench was priceless. She certainly was a 'memorable surprise' after all.

Bubba shoved Jake forward. "Go on Jake, fuck her!" he shouted. Jake was drunk enough to do just that. He rammed his dick covered with the knobby-latex into her pussy and began fucking her roughly to the cheering crowd. All the while he fucked her, she rubbed her stump on his chest and stomach. 

He went after her quite a while before he withdrew and rammed his cock up her ass. Peggy howled as the protrusions of the French Tickler sawed away at the tender flesh of her rectum. When he finally pulled out, her ass was red and raw. He pulled the filthy pink rubber from his cock and had her finish him off in her mouth as Bubba began fucking her cunt. 

The gangbang was on in earnest. Guys shucked their clothes and waited their turn at the valley of the stub, me included. The guys all followed Jake's lead in holding off to ejaculate in her mouth, on her face or on her tits. By the time I pulled out of her cunt and pulled off the condom for the finishing blowjob, she was literally soaked with cum. My curiosity being sated I settled for one round with her, though some guys did her three or four times. It was well after 1 AM when I hustled Jake into the cab, leaving my Toyota until the morning. Peggy was still on that table, sliding around in a pool of cum as she was fucked and fucked and fucked again and again. 

We both reeked of sex and beer so I had the cabbie drop us off at the gym. I steered Jake to the showers. It was too damned much trouble to undress, so we showered fully clothed. We then wandered back across campus to the apartment and to some really first class ass. Unfortunately, the girls weren't there, so we both crawled off to sleep alone.

Next morning I woke up, still alone. I'd only been married a week and missed pouncing on her for a morning quickie. There was a pounding at the door. I pulled on my damp shorts to see who was there. It was the moving guys there to pick up Jake and Ginger's stuff. I directed the two black guys to the spare bedroom where Jake was still sawing logs.

"Hey, Jake! Wake up Jake!" I said as I nudged him.

"Wha? What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"Movers. The movers are here to get your stuff."

"Oh fuck'em!"

"I don't think they're your type."

He opened his eyes and hauled himself out of bed, naked as a jaybird. The head mover rolled his eyes in disgust as Jake sat dazed, scratching his balls. Jake muttered, "Oh damn!" looking for something to put on. 

I threw him a pair of Ginger's pink panties. He was really out of it and pulled them on. He stood and looked down, trying to figure out why they felt so funny. The movers stood there thinking he was some sort of fairy while I busted a gut at his expense. He finally figured it out.

"What the hell?"

"Hey Pansy, you want to give the nice men a blowjob?" I quipped. The movers' eyes got wide and Jake got pissed. I managed to escape, leaving Jake to take care of his business as best he could.

I made it down to the dinky apartment pool and took a swim. Despite the small dimensions of the pool, the water was refreshing. I watched as the movers hauled down the stack of boxes, chuckling at Jake's distress. The movers left, but I waited until the girls showed up before venturing back into the apartment. 

Jake was asleep on the couch, now wearing something other than Ginger's panties. Ginger woke him up. He sat up and saw me, breaking out in a grin. "I'm going to get even asshole," he threatened. Ginger and V looked to me for explanation, but I just shrugged and played dumb. 

At V's request, Jake and I got dressed in something more appropriate and took the ladies out for breakfast. It was the first time V let me drive her new car. When we pulled up at Denny's, we were cool, very cool. A heavy breakfast was just what we all needed to set ourselves straight. Apparently the girls had also overdone it last night and were too out of it make it home, crashing for the night in the Gamma house. I casually asked V what they did last night.

"Oh, I suppose the same things you did." I wisely decided not to venture there any further. 

After breakfast, I retrieved my Toyota and instantly became uncool again. I found John later that afternoon and made him an offer. He gratefully accepted title to my old car, sealing the deal with a beer. A little later on, the movers came and hauled off our stuff.

All afternoon there was a steady parade of sorority sisters, ROTC types, her parents and her siblings at the apartment. Jake was nervous as hell, so he jumped at the opportunity I presented by suggesting that we go workout. The workout was hard, I hadn't lifted in weeks, not to mention the effects of the lingering hangover. Still, when it was all over, it felt good. We showered and headed home. While we were walking back, I got up the courage to ask him why he had fucked Ginger in front of me.




Long Simmering Swing Ch. 06



"To show you and her that she's mine."

"You didn't have to prove that," I said realizing that there was a lingering problem. 

"I've seen how she looks at you, at how you look at her."

"Hey, I married V, you're marrying Ginger. She loves you man. Treat her good."

"I know she still has a thing for you. I still have a thing for Vanessa, and you still have a thing for Ginger."

What he said was true. I didn't think V had a thing for him and felt kind of smug. "V told me that Bubba and the guys watched you and Ginger."

He glared at me. "They did once, pissed me off. The second time I went after them. I wanted to smash all five of those bastards. They could have stomped me, but Bubba wrestled me down and kept me down until I cooled off. No one got hurt, but Ginger grabbed her clothes and ran out crying. Bubba then told the other guys that from now on, we were off limits, that Ginger was a special girl, and that if any of them ever messed with her or us again, he would put them in the hospital. Ya know, for an animal, Bubba's got a sense of decency."

"If you say so." I'd heard about the fight. But I still couldn't get over that he wanted me to watch him fuck her. I decided I'd better drop it.

The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner were nice, if you're into that sort of thing. And the wedding was a wedding. Ginger looked lovely and Jake was a handsome groom. As they left the church, his RTOC buddies formed a tunnel for them with drawn swords. I thought it was a bit much, but then again it was sort of neat. 

As they left for their honeymoon, I wondered if and when I'd see them again. Jake was to report for pilot training in two weeks. He had a six-year stint in the Air Force to look forward too and I had great job waiting for me. It seemed unlikely that our paths would cross again anytime soon.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 07



We drove straight from the wedding to Rockford to stay at V’s parents’ house while we searched for an apartment. Frank and Lisa (my news) have it good! Nice big house on the western shore of Lake Rockford. Frank has all the toys; ski boat, jet skis, a ’60 Corvette, ’66 Mustang Cobra GT, country club membership, season tickets for football, basketball and baseball, a twin engine Beechcraft for business, a condo at Vail and a condo at Corpus Christi where he keeps his deep sea fishing rig. I had met them a few times at State U before we got married and went fishing for marlin once with them. I knew her folks were rich, but I really had no idea. 

We started apartment hunting. I liked the first one we saw, but we had to check out a dozen more before V settled on one that she liked. It was a nice downstairs one bedroom, close to my work and close to one of her father’s stores, but not too close to her parent’s house. Within days of signing a six-month lease, the place was immaculately furnished, compliments of Frank.

Frank also took me to his tailor for my work clothes. Within a week I had two finely tailored three-piece suits, a solid charcoal gray and a navy blue, with a half dozen other suits on order. Frank made sure that I projected a prosperous image for my new firm.

What with setting up household, baseball games at night, flying to Corpus to fish on the weekends, playing golf at the Rockford Valley CC, and playing with Frank’s toys on Lake Rockford, plus a quick trip for the Fourth to Colorado to escape the heat, it was a wonder that I was ready to report to work on the fifth of July. Damn, my first day at work and I was exhausted.

I had thought that work would be a pleasure, an opportunity to apply what I had worked so hard to learn at State U, plus learning how it was really done. I quickly learned that in the real world of deadlines, big money contracts, and zero tolerance for mistakes, that college was a cakewalk. My visions of working an eight hour day with bright, congenial colleges and then coming home to a lovely wife, eager to feed me and fuck my brains out was an illusion. Eight hours regularly stretched into ten, sometimes twelve hours. Saturday mornings were regularly gobbled up as I tried to catch up. My colleges were an egotistical bunch, ruthless in pursuit of their professional goals. My evenings were consumed with sports events or dinner with thes or my bosses. My lovely wife didn’t cook, and didn’t have the time; she was working for her dad, learning the ropes, being groomed to take over his business when the time came. (So that’s why she majored in finance.) It wasn’t at all unusual for me to drag my butt in after a long day, finding no wife but instead finding yet another message on the answering machine with a request to join them at the ballpark or the Club. Sometimes I made it, but sometimes I merely consumed a microwaved frozen lasagna and scotch or two, before heading to bed alone.

The first six months flew by. I was just getting used to and comfortable in the new apartment when V wanted me to look at a house she had found. It was in a very desirable neighborhood, a big house with lush grounds. We pulled through the gates and onto the circular drive, parking under a porte-cochere. The house was sort of modern, massive, done in ragged chunks of white limestone and trimmed in rough-cut cedar, evocative of a mountain lodge. Inside the house was equally stunning, with soaring ceilings, rough-hewn beams, a massive stone fireplace, knotty yellow pine walls in the den (the real stuff, individual boards three to five inches wide), marble floors. The kitchen was dated, but was large and well laid out. The bedrooms were nice sized, but the closets were small and the baths all needed some work. Outside was a paradise. A large free form pool with a waterfall anchored the extensive flagstone patio, which was surrounded by a dense garden that graded from flowering easy formality into a jungle backdrop. The place had complete privacy. I looked around and thought, ‘This is nice! Real nice! Someday…’

“Do you like it?” she bubbled.

“Yeah! Its beautiful.”

“Good, because I bought it.”

That statement took a moment to sink in. “You bought it? V, I don’t make the kind of money...”

“It belonged to friends of Mom and Dad. I had been here a few times as a kid and always loved it. They were about to put it on the market. Dad told me about it and I jumped on it.”

“But V, I can’t afford…”

“Don’t worry Honey, I paid cash for it out of my trust funds.”

“Trust funds? What trust funds?”

“Dad has been socking it away for me since I was little. Over the years it grew into a sizable sum. Don’t worry Baby, there’s still plenty left.”

“You didn’t tell me about any trust funds.”

“Well, Daddy said to never tell anyone about it. He was afraid someone would marry me for my money. You married me because you love me.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Oh yeah, I’m starting in the shipping office next week, handling deliveries to customers.” She had been working the floor as a salesman at a nearby Designer House.

“That’s great honey,” I said looking around our new house.

“You want to go skinny dipping?” She didn’t have to ask twice.

A few weeks later I was promoted to Associate Engineer and given the responsibility of overseeing a project that was nearing completion. It was a freeway interchange in Kansas City and required me to travel to Kansas City once a week for a few days. Actually someone else was watching out for the project and watching me to be sure that I could handle the job. The net result was big increase in salary, but less time at home. 

I’d come home to the ‘Lodge’ and find the place swarming with Mexican laborers as they ripped out the kitchen and ripped out walls in the bedroom wing. V and I slept on a futon spread out before the massive fireplace in the living room. The weekends I didn’t work were spent in Corpus fishing, or playing golf. The nights were still filled with sports events and family dinners at the club or some other swanky restaurant.

Another six months passed and the remodeling was complete. The kitchen was now something out of Architectural Digest as was the bedroom wing. The original five bedrooms and three baths had been rearranged into three bedrooms and two baths. Actually two of the original bedrooms and their shared bath remained pretty much the same except for an increase in closet space, the addition of a walk-in shower to the Jack and Jill bath arrangement, and the replacement of all the other bath fixtures and tile work. The other three bedrooms and two baths were converted into a Master suite with a luxurious bath and huge closets. One year out of college and I was living in a show place.

It was weird. I was knocking down more money than I ever dreamed of, but I had no place to spend it. No house note, no car note, no furniture note, no entertainment costs to speak of. I did have to pay the utilities, taxes and insurance, and on a place like the ‘Lodge’, those costs made me cringe. Hey, I’m not complaining, it just isn’t what I ever envisioned.

The biggest problem was there was precious little time for myself and there was no time for V and me to be alone. I was becoming soft and had put on few pounds. My new suits were getting a little too snug and my favorite jeans suddenly didn’t fit. I began jogging at lunch rather than chowing down with my boss and compatriots. I joined a gym and forced myself to make time for a workout. Soon the bod was slimming down, and my muscles were firming up. Unfortunately, I now had even less time to relax and debauch. 

Our sex life took a hit. Not all at once, but gradually, insidiously, a creeping decay that went unacknowledged. First to degrade was the quality of sex. No longer did I have the time or energy to spend two hours making love in the evenings. No longer did we make love two, three times a day. Except for Sunday mornings, sex devolved into a series of quickies. A quick fuck, a quick blowjob was what I was settling for; V was settling for masturbating with a vibrator to get off. Next to go was the frequency. Most evenings after a ball game or a late dinner, we were both simply too tired. There were simply not enough hours in a day.

We realized that her parents were gobbling up what little free time we had after work. It was hard to turn down an opportunity to go deep-sea fishing. It was hard to turn down box seats behind home plate or box seats at mid-court. It was hard to pass up a weekend of snow skiing. It was hard to pass up playing golf. It was hard to settle for that frozen lasagna rather than dining on prime rib or lobster, but damn it, something had to give. We began showing some discipline by not trying to do it all. We realized what we already knew. There was nothing better than lying about the pool nude, sunning and fucking, except perhaps wandering around the house nude all day and being very creative and spontaneous about sex.

We investigated a couple of nudist parks within an easy drive of Rockford. They were a disappointment. The first was place was stuck back in the piney woods. The pool was incredibly small and was the only amenity. There were a few old trailers, streaked green with algae and a few tent sites. The patrons were mostly older and decidedly lower middle class. The other one wasn’t much better. 

We did make it back to El Sol de Maya for several three-day weekends. Those were occasions of rejuvenation and liberation. We really enjoyed it there. I got over my reluctance to use room service for room service. We became comfortable using the caves at the pool. No one ever bothered us or approached while we screwed, but outside we were approached often and I had to wonder what it would be like. I knew I wouldn’t have any problem fucking another woman, but I didn’t know how I’d handle some other guy fucking my wife. We talked about it, or rather danced around the subject. V wasn’t too keen on the idea of me having sex with someone else and she wasn’t keen about having sex with a stranger. 

A little more than two years had passed since our wedding when V got a letter from Ginger. Jake had finished training and had been assigned a permanent duty station at the Air Force base on the south side of Rockford. We hadn’t seen them since their wedding. V and Ginger had naturally kept in touch with cards and letters, plus the occasional phone call, but Jake and I naturally hadn’t directly communicated at all. I knew through V and Ginger that Jake had been assigned to fly right seat in the C-130, a four-engine turboprop trash hauler. I also knew that he was very pleased with his assignment. 

V and I were both excited that our good friends would be living so close. We had met a lot of people and socialized, but we really didn’t have any really close friends to speak of. Not the kind of friends that you could trust with intimate secrets. The Air Force base was about an hour drive from our humble abode and V and I hoped that we would see them often.

It was mid-October when Jake reported for duty. They had taken up temporary quarters in base housing while they looked for a house off base. V and I arrived at about 6:30 PM, it was a Tuesday and Jake had a training flight scheduled for 2:00 AM later that night. What a deal! We really couldn’t stay very long, nor could we party, but it was great to see them. 

Ginger was as lovely as ever. Dressed in cutoff jeans and tight t-shirt with a low neckline, she was braless as her nipples clearly stood out from the fabric. When I looked into her clear green eyes, I thought back to the many, many times that we had fucked with complete abandon. I gave her a hug and a kiss, wanting to grind my hips into her, but Jake was right there. I should have taken the opportunity.

Jake clutched V tight against his bare chest and ground his crotch into my wife! The kiss was long, very long. V was a little flustered when she broke away from him, but pretended that nothing had really happened, even though his PT shorts were tented out. Ginger smiled sheepishly. I let it slide; after all we hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

Ginger gently admonished him, “Honey, we’ve got company. Go put on a shirt.”

Their quarters were still littered with packing boxes. Ginger had somehow managed to find the right pots and pans to cook a great supper. Over dinner we tried to catch up with our lives. I learned that Jake had passed up a fighter to take the venerable transport. He related how the sports models were a bit cramped for someone his size and how after only two hours or so in a T-38 he was cramped and very uncomfortable. 

“I realized that I was a pussy, but hell, I knew I couldn’t handle a twelve hour mission in a fighter, strapped in, unable to stretch, unable to pee except in my flight suit, and still be able to make split second decisions. Shit, if I was wrong, it might result in me killing a bunch of friendlies on the ground, all because I was cramped and distracted.

“In a trash hauler, I can at least get up, get a cup of coffee and take a civilized leak. Besides, they’re really a lot of fun. Oh, you don’t get to do all the turning and burning, but when you do a short field landing with no room to spare, I guarantee that you will eat that seat cushion with your ass.

“But the big thrill is doing a low attitude extraction. You know, drop the ramp in the back, flying balls to walls, wheels up, ten feet off the deck. When that chute pops, you can feel the aircraft stop in midair for a fraction of a second. You’ve got pull the nose up as soon as it pops or you’re going to have mud up your nose. Of course after it pops and the pallet of toilet paper slides out, the nose pitches up and you’re off into the wild blue again. Love it!” 

As much fun as Jake had been having over the last two years, for Ginger it was another story. For the first year they were in Del Rio, Texas, not exactly a garden spot and nearly a day’s drive to somewhere else. They were only going to be there for a year, and decent jobs for her were non-existent. When Jake went off to train in the C-130, it wasn’t much better. Base housing was always marginal at best. Still it gave her time paint, a hobby I had no idea that she was interested in, nor did I have a clue as to how good she really was. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason I thought that she was sweet but shallow, was I that I was the one who had been shallow.

I gave them the run down on how I was building bridges. It felt so mundane compared to what Jake was doing. V related how she was now an assistant manager at her store and all the trials and tribulations of remodeling the ‘Lodge’ while we lived there. Even at its worst moments, it was far, far better than living in the government-issued crap-hole that Jake and Ginger now occupied. 

Towards the end of the evening Jake asked me if we had ever gone back to El Sol de Maya. 

“Yeah. Four times. Like I said, we love it.”

“Too bad we missed you. We went last spring when I was on leave. I suggested that we go to Cancun and Ginger asked if we could go where you two went on your honeymoon. I was surprised. I said ‘Honey, do you know that it’s a nudist resort?’ She said, ‘Yes, Vanessa told me all about it. Said it was really fun.’ So we went.”

I looked over at Ginger and she blushed. “Did you get naked Ginger?” I mischievously asked.

“David! Don’t be an ass,” castigated V. “Really, you act like a child sometimes.” 

“It took us a little while to get up the courage, but you were right old buddy, it’s a great place!”

The girls chatted and the guys swapped lies. Later I found out that V and Ginger talked about house hunting, where to look, which areas to avoid. I also discovered that she offered Ginger a job. Jake and I talked sports, about the room service maids and some of the folks we had met at El Sol de Maya. Jake was excited to discover that I access to great seats at just about every game in town. First thing we knew, it was past ten. Jake needed some shut-eye and we had had to get home. Before we left, we invited them over Friday night and if they could come over, they should plan on spending the night. Jake said it all depended on the duty roster, but if they could make it they would come.

Naturally, things got screwed up. Jake had duty until Sunday evening, so we rescheduled the get together for the following weekend. That didn’t stop V and Ginger from getting together, after all, Ginger was finally going to get to use her degree in Interior Design at Design House. They met for paper work and skipped out for house hunting and lunch. It helps to be the top dog’s daughter when it comes to flexibility.

I got called out of town and looked like our weekend would have to be delayed again. I told V to hold off on canceling until the last minute. I finished up at my site work and made it home late Friday afternoon. I wasn’t home but fifteen minutes when the Dawson’s arrived.



Long Simmering Swing Ch. 08



Jake was just standing there with a bottle of wine, looking like a rube in his crew cut, Ginger by his side, gazing around when I opened the door. He looked at me and shook his head, “Jesus fuck Allen! What in hell are you doing for a living? Running dope?”

I stammered around a moment before I admitted, “I can’t afford this place, but Vanessa can. She bought it. This is her house. I just cut the grass.” It was true. Everything in the place was hers. She had picked out everything and I had substantially contributed nothing. Even my homely Chevy wasn’t really mine.

“Don’t give me that woe-is-me crap, you’ve got it made! Now where’s that rich cunt you married?”

Vanessa called out, “Come on in guys, I’m in the kitchen!” Jake and Ginger came in. I gave Ginger an affectionate peck on the cheek trying to catch a peek down her blouse. Unsuccessful, I lead them into the kitchen, where V was putting on the finishing touches to a salad.

“Oh my god, Vanessa! Your home is beautiful,” gushed Ginger as she marveled the joint. 

“What’ll you have Jake?” I said offering our guest a drink.

He clunked down the wine bottle on a granite countertop.  “I’ll have this,” he said as he grabbed V and kissed her. 

After thirty seconds or so he was still sucking her lips. I said, “I meant what do you want to drink?”

He broke away grinning. “God, I love the way that you kiss a man.” He turned to me and said, “You’re one lucky son of a bitch David! Let’s see, what do you have?”

“Just about everything.”

“How about a beer?”

“You got it, light or dark, domestic or Mexican?”

“Dos Equis?”

“You got it.” I pulled two dark brews from the beer fridge and opened a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio for the girls and poured them two glasses of wine. “Here’s to a great weekend with great friends.”

“I’ll drink to that!” he added.

I took Jake out onto the patio to light the gas grill. We chatted for a while; making plans to take in the home football game against the Giants Sunday afternoon. I knew V wasn’t really interested in going so with my two tickets from Frank, we planned on a great time. Soon V brought out the whole beef tenderloin for me to grill as well as the vegetables to accompany the Chateaubriand. V had already whipped up a red wine sauce with mushrooms to accompany the meat.

It was a little cool to eat out on the patio, so when dinner was ready we retired to the dining room for a feast. Jake was pleased that I served the bottle of French Merlot he had brought. I was a little surprised that Ginger enjoyed the Chateaubriand, as I had never seen her eat beef before. She said, “I eat beef, I just don’t eat it very often.”

After dinner, we retired to the great room to sip Grande Mariner. I suggested that we all take a soak in the hot tub. Every one agreed that sounded great and we retired to put on our swimsuits.

V and I had only to step from our bedroom, directly onto the patio. We climbed in, smooched and waited. After several long minutes, Jake and Ginger came out. Ginger was wearing a green bikini. My jaw nearly dropped when she spun around to model the thong bottom. I gallantly assisted her into the bubbling waters. 

Jake stood there a moment before saying, “I know I’m a guest, and I know that Ginger will be pissed off at me, but hell, do we really have to wear bathing suits? I mean, you and Vanessa have been to a nudist resort, and we have been to a nudist resort. And it’s not like we all haven’t seen each other naked before.”

I stood up and dropped my trunks, carelessly tossing them onto the patio floor. I noticed that Ginger’s eyes went to my crotch. Jake discarded his suit. I noticed that V’s eyes went to his crotch. Jake sauntered into the tub, nonchalantly standing for a few minutes so that V could get a good close look. His body was hard and chiseled, the result of military PT. I felt a little intimidated, as I hadn’t gotten back entirely into the shape I once was.  He waded over to Ginger and removed her top, tossing it aside. Then he made a big show of removing her thong. 

Sprong! I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a rock. V reached over and grasped my submerged stiff prong, smiled sweetly and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “My, my, but your thingie is all hard and stiff, like a warm cucumber!” I went three shades past red. V turned her back to me so I could remove her top. She stood and I prepared to remove her bottoms. I was somewhat stunned when she pulled away from me and asked, “Jake could you help me with these?” 

“You bet Baby!” He moved into position, kneeling before her like a supplicant. As he pulled her bottoms down he said, “Baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this again.”

“Jake, you’re so sweet. You always have been,” she cooed, pulling his head to her crotch. 

I was sitting behind V, enjoying the fine view of her newly bared rump, trying to come to grips with Jake face in my wife’s crotch when I saw the tip of his tongue flicker out from between her legs. Sweet Jesus! No matter how long you’ve known someone, there’s always something new. In this case, I never knew the bastard had reptilian DNA in his tongue! He murmured, “Oh yeah baby, it’s just like I remember it, nice and smooth, tasty too.” 

In a near panic I looked over to Ginger to see what her reaction was. She smiled sweetly at me and silently mouthed ‘I love you.’ I looked up at V. She was holding Jake’s head to her crotch, obviously enjoying being eaten out by her old boy friend. I was hard as a rock and decided, ‘What the hell,’ and moved next to Ginger. 

I looked into her big, gorgeous green eyes and saw that same look she had when Jake had fucked her on my table years ago. As my lips kissed those once familiar lips, my hand rediscovered the ample flesh of her D cup tits. As I kissed my way up the line of her jaw to nibble at her ears, Ginger whispered, “I’ve missed you darling. Don’t ever send me away again. I love you. I need you.” 

I stood, straddling her, presenting my cock to her for servicing. I moaned in pure pleasure as her lips once again, encircled my throbbing organ. Oh yeah, this was going to be a great weekend! I grabbed her behind her head and drove my hard cock down her throat. She didn’t gag, she didn’t choke, she just swallowed me whole like she had done a hundred times before. The muscles of her throat griped and massaged my cock. V had gotten to be pretty good at this, but Ginger was a natural. From behind me, just a foot or two away, I heard V’s familiar cry of orgasmic bliss, as did all the neighbors. 

Vanessa’s mournful wail subsided as I felt my own orgasm rising in my loins. Just as I neared the point of no return, I withdrew enough to cum in Ginger’s mouth, so that she could savor once again the flavor of my seed. It had to be the best orgasm I had had in over a year. My knees nearly buckled as the delicious energy flowed through me like a jolt of lightening. I know it’s quite impossible, but it felt like I spewed forth a gallon of jiz.

Sinking to my knees, I pulled my still oozing cock from her wonderful lips. Ginger leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, injecting a portion of my load into my mouth. She broke off our kiss and stood to give her husband a kiss. I watched astonished as they shared the emissions of Vanessa’s and my genitalia. 

I looked over at V, slumped down in the bubbling water, her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of her climax. Jake and Ginger broke off their passionate embrace. Ginger turned back to me to rub the soft reddish fur of her mons pubis across my nose. I took the hint, grabbing her by the ass cheeks and driving my face between her parted legs. She was nicely shaved, her smooth vulva a sensual delight to my caressing tongue.  I teased her for a while, licking around the creases of her thighs and the smooth outer flesh of her lovely cunt. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jake pull V into the center of the tub with him. They kissed deeply like lovers, her arms tightly around his neck. Then he rose from the water, lifting her with him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her sacred passage stuffed with his cock.

I drove my tongue into his wife’s cunt, lapping like a starving kitten. It was a familiar, but oddly different taste. It wasn’t a bad taste by any means, just different. I ate her with abandon for several minutes before I recognized the taste. It was semen! Semen mixed with her pussy juices. I realized then that they must have fucked in the bedroom before coming out to the hot tub and I had been slurping down Jake’s spunk, harvested from Ginger’s pussy! I stopped sucking and lapping for a moment, then realized it was too damned late. I resumed cunnilingus with renewed enthusiasm, wallowing in the nastiness of it all.

I stole a quick glance at my wife. Jake was lifting her with his hands and fucking her on his cock like some sort of machine, with quick, punishing strokes, driving his cock as deep into her as possible with each time she dropped. V was slacked jawed, lost in shameless lust. I had tried that a few times and had always found it necessarily to lean against a wall for balance. Jake stood like a rock, the sinew and hard flesh of his huge thighs bulging, the muscles of back taut and rippling, as he manipulated her like she were a rag doll.

I returned to finish off Ginger with a bang. I relentlessly vibrated the tip of tongue against the topside of her stiff clit. I had one finger up her ass and the other hand pressed against her stomach. I felt her abdominal muscles undulating and her ass clenched my thrusting finger, while her thighs clutched my head in a vise-like grip. Ginger softly moaned as her pleasure swept over her. I almost couldn’t hear her moaning, what with my ears pinned between her thighs. Still I could hear the salacious racket of V cumming again.

Freed of Ginger’s grip, I was ready to fuck her. I knew I couldn’t match Jake’s stunt; besides, rough fucking wasn’t my style, at least not for the first fuck of the evening. I reached for a small bag that we kept close by the hot tub and pulled out a bottle of waterproof lube. I globed on a handful into Ginger’s slit and generously coated my cock. Jake had just lowered Vanessa back into the water; he turned to me with a shit-eating grin. I tossed him the lube, before turning my attentions back to his wife. I sat on the edge of the seat and guided her to me. She straddled me, smiling contentedly as my cock found its way into her cunt for the first time in nearly three years. As always, her velvety tunnel felt divine. Once she buried me to the hilt, she began squeezing me with her Kegels. 

She put her head on my shoulders and murmured, “Fuck me darling, fuck me. I love you David, I’ve always loved you. I love the way you fuck me. Fuck me darling, fuck me.” 

At that moment I felt very poorly for dumping her three years ago. Sure, I caught her fucking my buddy, the same buddy who was now fucking my wife, but that was just an excuse. I had planned on dumping her. Dumping her so that I could make a move on her best friend. I answered her, “I love you too Baby. I’ve missed you so.” With those declarations out of the way, we got on with the business of shameless copulating.

I lifted her slightly, so that my cock fucked her shallow, rubbing her sweet spot.  Just like in old times, she soon started cumming, one right after the other, while I gently fucked her. Jake was watching us or rather he was watching her. After her fifth, in quick succession climax, he shook his head and said, “You gotta teach me how to do that David. She never cums like that for me.”

He turned his attentions back to V. “C’mon Vanessa, time to do what I’ve always wanted to do with you. C’mon Babe, get up on the side. That’s it Baby; now spread those cheeks. That’s it. David’s certainly trained you well.” I watched as he spread the waterproof lube on her asshole and eagerly waited to see him sodomize her. He coated his hard cock and as he began to put the lube down, I called for him to toss it back to me.

I lifted Ginger from the water and lubed up her ass. Then I sat back down and guided her anus to my cock. I slipped into her easily. It was evident that Jake had kept her in fighting trim. V grunted as Jake drove his cock into her once forbidden nether region. It was so erotic watching Jake ass fuck V while Ginger rode up and down, fucking her ass on my cock.

After a few minutes, Jake pulled V back into the water, his cock never leaving her butt. He turned and sat down. V now took over, rising and falling on his cock while his hands mauled her little nipples. I had Ginger turn around so that we could all watch each other. I studied V fucking Jake. Her eyes were out of focus; her face was flush and twisted with sexual desire; her body was begging for release. I realized that she needed me, needed me to push the right buttons to send her to oblivion. 

I pulled out of Ginger’s ass, telling her, “I’ll be back in moment Baby.” While I crossed the tub, I washed my dick off as best I could, before lubing up it up for a long held fantasy. I pushed Jake and Vanessa backward, to a prone position and spread her legs. She looked at me with uncomprehending eyes as I crawled on top. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I inserted my cock into her pussy. She was incredibly tight, what with Jake’s cock up her ass. I began the stair step on her, nine shallow, one deep, eight shallow, two deep, seven shallow, three deep, six shallow, four deep. Soon V let out another lustful cry as her orgasm tore into her soul. Her gut and pussy churned violently. Suddenly she stopped screaming and went limp, completely limp. 

“Jesus Christ!” muttered Jake, wild eyed. I felt his cock throb and discharge into the bowels of her sagging, unresponsive body. I pulled off and crossed the tub to have another go at delectable Ginger and her delightful ass. I guided her back onto my cock, facing away as before. Jake stowed away V as best he could on a reclining seat. Certain that she wouldn’t slip into the water and drown; he crossed the tub to his wife and me. Without hesitation, he shoved his semi-tumescent cock into her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her mouth, hard and ready. 

I lay back, taking Ginger with me. Forcing my legs between hers, I hooked my ankles around hers to spread her out for her husband. Ginger cried out, “Oh my god!” as she realized what was about to be done to her. 

Jake moved on top of her, crushing me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do much and just made sure I was in as deep as possible. For me the feeling was absolutely incredible. Only the thin membrane of her colon, not much thicker than a condom, separated my cock from the backside of her vaginal tube. I felt Jake’s cock penetrate her; the head seemed to be sliding along my cock tube. 

Ginger cried out again, “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!” as his dick forced its way into her. Then she cried out, “Oh! Oh!, Oh! Oh sweet fucking mercy!” as he began pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. 

I lasted only a few minutes of his onslaught. The rapid, forceful rubbing on my cock quickly plunged me over the edge. I began to disgorge my creamy sauce into her rectum. Her gut began to churn, squeezing my cock, trying to eject it like it was a big turd. 

She moaned loudly, “Uuuunnngghh! Ungh Ungh Uuuunnngghh!" Then she too went limp.

Jake stopped fucking her and rolled off. He smothered her with kisses. She responded to him, kissing him back, saying, “I love you Jake, I love you. That was fantastic Baby, absolutely fantastic.”

My softening cock fell out of her ass and she and her husband moved to the side and cuddled, smooching like the lovers they were. I moved over to V who had now recovered enough to watch through half-closed eyes. She snuggled up to me and said, “This has been a wonderful tonight darling, better than I had hoped.”

“Hoped? Better than you hoped?”

“Yes. Ginger and I have been talking about doing this all week. She told me that she wanted to ball you again and that Jake wanted to ball me. I knew you probably would want to have sex with Ginger again; I certainly wanted big ole Jake to do me again. What I didn’t know was how you would take it, me and Jake that is.”

I suddenly realized that I was the only one who didn’t know about the swing until after it was happening. I had always presumed V would not go for that sort of thing while she had presumed that I might not go for it. I looked over at Jake and Ginger, tenderly kissing, and realized that they had a more honest relationship with each other than V and I did. Ever since our first visit to El Sol de Maya, the idea of a swing had festered with us both, yet we were never honest enough with each other to broach the subject. I took my darling V into arms, kissed her tenderly, loving her more than ever.

“I love you baby,” I said. “I’ll always love you.”  It was indeed a great weekend, the first of many more to come.

THE END