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Swing Chronicles Ch. 10

By: LuckyGuy96



Mari, Adam, Lisa, and Me (mm, ff, mmf, mmff, bi)

Background

This story is absolutely and completely true. Names and places have been changed for the obvious reasons.

I am not good at writing wham-bam pieces of erotic fiction. I think this story delivers the goods, but it moves very slowly. Slow-moving is the kind of erotica I like to read, and hopefully it's the kind of erotica that I have written here. This story deserves a long lead in, as the swinging portions take a long time to develop, but then again, the end result was worth it, and hopefully will be for you as well while you read this story.

** WARNING: This story contains a section about male-on-male consensual activities. If this is not your thing then please stop reading now! **

No doubt that some people who read these can't help but to point a wagging finger about my level of irresponsibility, promiscuity, recklessness, and/or dumbness, but when I went through this stuff, my mantra was "you only live once". I can't make apologies for engaging in a consensual lifestyle where everyone was seeking similar or same pleasures.

This is the final chapter of this series. Thanks for the feedback and support that many have given thus far, and I hope you enjoy the story! As time allows, I am going to enter the realm of fictional writing. Thanks go out to those who have volunteered to help with that effort as well.

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The last thing that happened before she slammed the door behind her was my notebook computer crashing to the floor.

"Fuck!" I yelled to an empty home as I tried both to understand what had suddenly happened to a perfectly enjoyable relationship and also what had happened to my notebook computer. She definitely had left a mark in more ways than one.

"Fuck... FUCK!!"

I slouched down on the couch, angrily, watching a semi-discernible pornographic movie flicker on the notebook computer's damaged screen. You could still hear the audio emanating from its speakers.

I slapped down the lid of the notebook computer, ripped its power cable out of the wall, and threw it into the backyard, low moans whispering from the speakers as I launched it from my deck. It flew into the darkness then landed with a thud after it crashed its way through the newly frozen snow.

I went back to my angry time on the couch.

"All I did was to let her use my computer because hers was broken, yet again," I muttered to myself. "Who knew that women were such snoops?"

Lisa, my girlfriend (well at least she had been until she stormed out) and I had history long before that evening's drama. She used to be a friend of my ex-wife and we had met and gotten together quite by accident after having reconnected at a wedding six months before this all happened. We had been planning to move in together until she borrowed my computer and came across my collection of pornographic pictures and movies, not just male-female porn, but edgier stuff like tranny porn, mmf threesomes, old-young lesbians, cuckolding, simulated incest, and so forth. Truth be told, I forgot to delete it. I literally hadn't touched that computer in about a year. Who would have had time? Lisa and I had a regular and (what I perceived to be) healthy sexual relationship and I had been completely faithful to her. The vast amount of porn on the computer was the only thing I had left from the last several years of sexual exploration. The rest had gone in the trash before she began to have a lot of sleepovers at the house.

I tried to call her a lot over the next several weeks but she never picked up. Nor did she come by the house or try to contact me through text or email. Three months had passed and I had all but written off our relationship. While I had bought a new computer I used it only for email and work. I took to renting DVDs through the mail or streaming content through the TV (back then it was slow, so maybe streaming isn't the right way to describe pornographic video over the internet). While I was loathe to get involved with the kinds of sexual situations I had in the past, I was still a very sexual person, and watching performers do unspeakable acts in the privacy of my living room would bridge the gap until I could figure things out, find someone else, or both.

Callbacks and Takebacks

We were having an unseasonably warm spring in New England that year. By early April it was warm and sunny every weekend. After a horrible winter of weather and our breakup, I had begun to spend my Saturdays doing spring cleaning outside.

On this Saturday, I put my headphones on and was listening to an extremely aggressive playlist of heavy metal songs I had collected on my portable music device. By 4pm, all of the yard waste had been collected and my last task was to plop the broken notebook computer into the top of the trash can, a gallows laugh escaping my mouth before I sealed the trash bag.

As I pulled the can into the garage, I saw her standing in the driveway. She was just standing there staring at me, not saying anything, not looking happy nor angry, just standing very still, her hands clasped in front of her waist.

Lisa was a 5'7" Boston native, later-30s, with shoulder length brown hair, milky white complexion, who was blessed with a larger-than-average frame which included a fantastic and robust rack. Her icy blue eyes brought the package together. On this day, she was wearing a tan suit with white blouse (3 buttons unbuttoned), a gold necklace, black tights, and 5" black stiletto heels. I was surprised to see her dressed like this because she never had before, but at the same time I liked it. I was wondering what she wanted, but decided to play along.

"Hi," I said, then turned on my heel. "Miller time," I said over my shoulder. Then I walked into the house and closed the door behind me. I cracked open a beer and sat on the couch, taking long draws from the beer.

Within a couple of minutes, I heard the clank of her stiletto heels on the foyer tile, getting louder as she crossed the hardwood in the room where I was sitting. I could tell she was standing in front of me but I ignored her; well, I pretended to ignore her while I tugged at my beer.

"The yard looks good," she said. "Hard winter."

I looked up at her for a second, half-heartedly nodded, and took another sip of beer.

"Nice innuendo," I said, and walked to the kitchen to get another beer. I sat down at the kitchen table. She clanked into the kitchen and plopped down across from me at the table.

"You hate me, don't you?" she asked, breaking the silence.

I raised my hands a bit, my palms in the air.

"Don't you?" she asked again.

"Not sure," I said. "Surprised to see you, but not sure why you're here."

We sat in silence for a while until she asked plainly but softly, "So, why did you do it?"

"Do what? It was just porn."

"There's something else you're not telling me," she said. "And that was way more than just porn."

"I don't owe you an explanation because I haven't heard a peep from you in three months."

"What I found really shocked me and I needed time to sort it out. Outside of the shock, I also felt that you were keeping something important from me and I couldn't take things further with someone who lived like that," she said.

"Lived 'like that'?!" I cried out.

Her voice softened again. "Please tell me what's been going on, Lucky. I promise I won't get upset."

"Fine," I said, and with that I told her everything. I told her about how depressed I had been after the divorce, how I was gifted the swinger's magazine (as a joke by a friend), and all the graphic details of going from being anxious about entering the swinging lifestyle to pushing my own limits by having encounters with other men as part of a threesome. The more I talked the more her eyes grew wide. She would periodically fidget with her collar or run her index finger across her brow. I concluded by stating that I had stopped engaging in this lifestyle about a year before we met and apologized about the porn. I stated it was an honest mistake stemming from the fact that until we got together I was the only one who had used the computer and that I hadn't watched the porn because, with the regularity of our sex, there hadn't been a need to.

"Wow," she said. "I always thought that swinging was a myth, that people never really did that stuff, and I'm also surprised to learn that you're bi."

I laughed. This was not the first time I had heard this nor had felt this way myself.

"Oh, I'm not bi. I've never been on a date one-on-one with another man and I haven't ever sought out men specifically. I just liked to have experiences with both halves of a male-female couple."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"I'm 'heteroflexible'. That's what people seem to call it these days."

"You're fucking kidding me," she said.

"I'm not, unfortunately," I concluded. "This is a real term."

She laughed.

"Umm, do you have any further questions?" I quipped.

She laughed again.

"You've had sex with another man?"

"Not intercourse, just oral," I said, omitting the detail about the butt plug from a previous encounter with Josh and Sharon.

"Why did you stop doing it? Or are you still going to do it?"

"No idea," I said. "The lifestyle is complicated, and I would have been completely fine with us carrying on - just the two of us."

Lisa went on to explain that while our time in the bedroom had previously been "atomic" - that, on top of it all, after she had found the porn - she immediately felt inadequate due to her lack of sexual experience. I tried to reassure her that she was great in bed (she was!), but she was having none of it. I was trying to redirect her into more positive thinking and complimented her new outfit. When we had been together she was a jeans and t-shirt type of person, and while I was more than fine with that, I'd definitely say that she looked hot in her current attire.

"So, where are we now?" I asked. What happened next absolutely floored me.

Lisa explained that after she first stormed out, she couldn't get the porn out of her head, and how during many sleepless nights it repulsed her and offended her as a woman and as a feminist. Then she dropped the bomb. "The more I thought about the porn, the less it bothered me. In fact I began to realize that maybe I'm a more sexual person than I'd thought." 

Now I looked at her with wide eyes and shrugged, my usual posture in these kinds of situations.

She continued by telling me that, at first, she had viewed the women in the movies as "sluts", but even when she was shopping, she couldn't get the images of "lesbian businesswomen" out of her head, and as a result, purchased some business suits, stockings, and stiletto heels, and she bought some sex toys and rented her own movies from the internet.

I interrupted her. "Gee, Lisa, this is all a shock, very interesting, but a shock,. Am I hearing that you might be bi-curious?"

"Bi-curious?" she asked.

"Come on now. You get the picture," I said blankly. "Break it down."

She admitted that she had been looking at other women and she had never done that before. She confided that she had become acutely aware of how a woman dressed or how they smelled but that she wasn't sure if she would ever pursue another woman sexually.

"It's cool that you told me all of this," I said, "but you still haven't explained what or if this has to do with 'us', because currently there is no 'us' if I understand the last three months correctly."

She sighed. "I know. I was so angry with you, but at the same time something has changed inside of me. I guess what I'm saying is that I feel there's unfinished business, and... why wouldn't I want to have new experiences with someone I love?"

I got up from my chair and walked over to her side of the table. She stood up to hug me, and I hugged her back. Then I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her into the living room and tossed her down on the couch. Both of us fully clothed, I forced her legs apart and held them apart by pushing my torso in between them. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out the three-pack of condoms, ripped it open with my teeth and sheathed up. I pushed her panties aside as I unzipped my fly and then I entered her, our mouths locking so aggressively that our teeth knocked together at least a half dozen times before we stopped.

When I pulled out and our breathing had settled down a bit, I sat next to her on the couch, my wallet and the gnarled condoms packet sitting on the floor in front of us.

"So," she asked, "I guess you like my new outfit, eh?"

I laughed.

I took her hand and we went upstairs to bed. We enjoyed a glorious night of unabashed fucking, and to my delight, I had talked her into keeping her heels on. She even woke up still wearing them in the morning and we resumed our coupling two more times before we shared coffee and eggs. It was an enjoyable but, for me, sleepless night.

We enjoyed several more of those before she moved in the following month. Obviously, a breakup and makeup and then moving in were huge risks, but in my head and in my heart, I felt that I had taken bigger risks over the past few years, so this newly-found living arrangement was no big deal. The next year proved me right.

Exploring New Beginnings

Once we'd started living together, Lisa became more solicitous of my opinions, and me of hers. I was initially surprised that wielding a firm hand in our relationship suited her and without question, her feisty disposition lead to energetic and, as she had called it before, "atomic" sex. One thing that stuck out to me about our sex was that it was aggressive and that anything that came to mind would probably be fair play: spanking, choking, hair pulling, or anal. The more over the top we were in the bedroom, the more we tried to escalate things the next time around. In a way it was a sexual dream come true.

The more caustic we were with each other generally enhanced our sex life. The thicker our skin grew, the more we could be direct with one another, to be crystal clear about what the other person wanted.

While we were both career-motivated people and we had our weekly routines, Friday through Sunday were our "us" times. Sure we'd have sex during the week, too, but the weekends were where we had time to plan and the more we experimented, the less we had conventional "get naked, have sex, call it a day" kinds of encounters. I encouraged her to share her fantasies with me - and the more I encouraged her, the more interesting things became. The intensity of our sex escalated with dirty talk. Dirty talk worked its way into our normal conversations, text messages, email, and during our naked times. She also began to send me suggestive pictures of herself from her phone.

We started out by alternating weeks where one of us would rent the porn of our choice on a Friday night. She began to ask to choose the porn for our Friday night viewings, and I was more than happy to oblige. I was excited that she gravitated towards voyeurism and amateur "first time" lesbian (seduction) porn in particular. I know my heart would race every time I saw a young woman getting seduced by a more experienced lesbian lover in a mall or at a bar. Sure, the actual seduction in the lesbian movies was a ruse, but I loved the idea all the same.

One Friday morning, as she got ready for work, I heard her calling from upstairs asking me where all of her panties were. "This is the last pair of those you'll wear!" I called out. "Starting now there is a new sheriff in town." I had thrown out all of her dowdy undergarments and replaced them with g-strings and thongs because I liked to see her in them. The following day I took her for a Brazilian wax and, while she complained that it hurt, the sex we had afterwards in the mall parking lot didn't hurt one bit.

I replaced her wardrobe, piece by piece, and insisted that I pick her outfits and laid them on the bed each day for her. I also did the same once we alternated spending Friday nights out and spending movie nights at home. I would watch her while she dressed and I would scold her if she tried to deviate from what I had laid out.

I can't say specifically what had changed in her head, but when we'd go out for dinner or to have drinks and snacks at a bar, Lisa had become extremely flirtatious with other men, and equally to my surprise, with younger men, men 10-15 years younger than us (37). Truth be told, I was loving it, and decided to escalate it when I had the chance. While I hadn't made any specific plans to have another man join us in our bedroom, I had wanted to understand if she was serious or if this was all in my head. I never called her on this new trait, but I was waiting for an opening to see what exactly was on her mind. Plus I would not be opposed to playing the cuckold role with her in the short term: so long as I was king of the castle in every other way, which I had been after our reconciliation.

Two weeks later I got my answer. We had decided to meet up at a popular new gastro pub right after work, so we arrived in separate cars. That morning I had dressed her in a navy blue skirted business suit, white semi-sheer collared silk shirt, and black ankle-strapped 5" stilettos. Underneath she was braless, wearing nothing under her skirted business suit but a black "micro" g-string. I could not wait to unwrap her later - but first things first. All day long she had texted me pictures from her office of her hard nipples poking through her blouse when she opened her blazer to snap a picture. By the time I hit the pub on that rainy fall night, I was trying to hide the hardness under my overcoat. Something was going to happen in a few hours, I was sure of it, just not sure of what specifically. Anticipating the unknown was driving me absolutely crazy and I had been hard for what seemed like hours. I was just hoping not to cum in my pants before the night was through.

Sure enough, she arrived first and was being chatted up by a well-dressed, dark-haired, mid-20s male. I stood in the background and watched. She was laughing a lot and being affectionate with him, tapping him on the arm or making circles on his hand with her index finger periodically. I also noticed that she would often run her hand down the gap of her blouse down to her cleavage then back to her neck, or just play with her right earring. I saw him reach for his phone and he poked at the keys after she said something to him. Eventually he retreated, I presume to the bathroom, and I received a text from her.

"Where R U?" she wrote.

"Watching the show," I responded.

She looked around the bar, then finally saw me and we made intense eye contact. She started grinning from ear to ear.

I joined her at the bar and ordered a drink and some appetizers for us. Before long the younger man, who I'd learned later was a "motivated" investment banker named "Joe", returned to the scene. Lisa excused herself and went to the bathroom.

"Hi, I'm Lucky," I introduced myself, as I extended my hand.

"Joe," he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip. "You come here often?"

"First time. You?"

"Every Friday," he said. "Target rich environment."

"For clients?" I asked.

"For chicks," he said. "I just met this one girl who I'm getting Lucky with tonight."

"Oh, that girl who just left?"

"Yeah. You know her?!"

"We live together," I laughed.

"Dude, not to be rude, but you have to take ownership of your shit. I was going to fuck your girl tonight," he said, taking a huge sip from his martini. "So now you know."

I laughed again, and Joe gave me a confused look.

"You could have totally fucked her tonight if you'd wanted," I said.

"Excuse me?!" he exclaimed.

"Not kidding."

"What?!" he exclaimed. "You're fucking with me!"


Swing Chronicles Ch. 10



"Look, Joe, you seem like a cool guy (this was a lie on my part) and Lisa is clearly attracted to you, so why not come home with us? You get to fuck her, and I get a piece of the both of you, too. That's cool with you, right, 'dude'?" As I asked, I made direct and clear eye contact with him, offering him my fist for a bump. He left me hanging.

Plus, the incredible irony of my statement wasn't lost on me, given my past experiences with someone else's girlfriend or spouse. Barb and Don came to mind immediately.

"Dude, that's fucked up. Seriously, you have to learn to manage your shit," he said, spinning away from the bar after dropping a couple of bills on the counter, then leaving the establishment entirely.

"Amateur hour!" I laughed out loud, after downing my cocktail and ordering another for both Lisa and me. "Amateur hour!"

"Sorry to pry," asked the young female bartender, "but I just heard the whole thing and the only thing I can ask is are you serious?"

"Serious like the plague, ma'am," I said, raising my glass to her.

"I thought this kind of thing was pure myth," she said un-ironically.

Why did this keep happening?! Of course it wasn't a myth. Finding extra people to bring into the bedroom was a by-product of sheer force of will!

I laughed heartily and told her that I had heard about this so-called "myth" a lot in recent months. I stated that we were the kind of people who you'd just never think were involved in this kind of thing until it happened. She looked at me like I was insane but she gave me her number anyway. And I hadn't even asked for it.

I also wrote my cell number on a cocktail napkin and handed it to her. "Listen, it's a work in progress," I said, "but stay in the loop. You never know." She stashed the cocktail napkin into the pocket of her jeans, nodded, then went to serve another customer.

When Lisa returned, she gave me a "where is he?" kind of look.

"Joe?" I played dumb. "Oh, he couldn't hang."

"What did you do?!" Lisa hissed, slapping me on the arm. It actually hurt.

"I invited him home with us. And ow! That hurt! Look I'm practically in need of a stretcher right now. Call the medic!"

"Shut up, no, you aren't," she countered. "Seriously, what the fuck did you do?!"

"Look, deviled eggs!" I deflected. "Want some?"

Lisa gave me an undeniably angry look.

"I'm leaving!" she declared, and stomped out of the establishment.

I had a feeling this wasn't the last of Lisa I would see that night, and as I sat there at the bar, eating deviled eggs by myself, I was getting hard again even though I was just sitting there by myself. There needed to be a change. Now I had time to sit and plan how that was going to happen and what we were going to do. We needed to up our game from just watching porn on Friday nights. I am certain we both knew it was time to take things a step further.

Escalations and Revelations

When I got home, Lisa had been drinking shots. There was a bottle of vodka on the coffee table in the living room and when she saw me, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her blazer sat in a crumpled heap in the middle of the room right next to her shoes.

"You're a real asshole sometimes, Lucky!" In fact, you've been an asshole practically all of the time recently!"

I didn't believe her.

"Go on," I said. "This is gonna be good."

She gave me an even angrier glare than earlier and flatly exclaimed, "You fucked things up with Joe. On PURPOSE!"

"No I didn't. Not hardly. He just didn't have the guts is all. OK, well, maybe I did shut him down, but for good reason!"

"What the fuck are you saying?!" she cried out, burying her face in her hands. "I don't even know anymore."

"Somehow I didn't think you'd be able to handle it," I said vaguely.

"FUCK YOU!" she cried out, then buried her head in her hands again.

"I invited him to come to the house and to fuck you. "But only if I had a piece of the both of you, and he couldn't handle that, so he got mad and left. Simple as that."

Lisa lifted her head out of her hands and had a look on her face like one of those actors in a movie about a zombie apocalypse and the fall of civilization. "You did what?!"

"Exactly what I said," I said calmly, as I grabbed her shot glass from the coffee table and took one myself. "Your sense of entitlement does not become you." I took another shot.

"FUCK YOU!!" she exclaimed, even louder this time, burying her head in her hands yet again, but this time she started crying uncontrollably. It was semi-fake crying, well, but with lots of real tears - that I knew all-too-well from her.

You might be reading this and thinking I was an insensitive asshole. The best and worst part of my relationship with Lisa was its complexity, which I'm sure you have caught on to by now.

Lisa was an ivy-educated MBA who came from a well-to-do family. I went to a respectable school, but was from far more meager means, at least by her standards. My father was a scientist and an engineer, but that's a far cry from having a mansion and yacht. She was used to getting her own way and back when I was married to my ex-wife, Lisa was a dating machine. I used to hate her, well, until all of this took place.

I characterized Lisa as someone who purported to be submissive but was actually really dominant and self-centered underneath all of her levels of culture, refinement, and her airs of calmness. Therefore, rough play was part of the game. Yes, I loved her, but it didn't mean that a good degree of management of our relationship wasn't required on a regular basis, just to make sure that we didn't go completely off the rails at every turn.

After her sobs had subsided, I got out of my chair and went over to where her shoes laid, scooped them up, and tossed them on to her lap.

"What do you think I am... some kind of slut!" she cried out, and tried to sweep the heels out of her lap. I held them back with my hand.

"Yup," I said flatly, offering no more details.

Her sobbing stopped entirely and she looked me, with tear-streaked face, straight in the eyes.

"You do?!" she said without anger, but loudly.

"Damn straight. But you're MY slut. And I love you, too."

She started crying again, but this time for real.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "I thought you didn't love me because of this..." She pointed to the sheer top she was wearing, her short skirt, and the pumps on her lap.

"I am," I said. "Remember, experimentation was your idea, and we had broken up. Am I understanding things correctly?"

"You're such a shit," she said. "What the fuck?!"

"What is 'what the fuck'?" Were you really going to sleep with Joe if I had invited him here?"

"Yes. No. Fuck, I don't know!" she cried out.

"If you want to leave, you can, but let me ask you one thing first," I said.

"What is it?"

"You seemed game for everything that has happened until now, including the way I've had you dress. Are you saying that you don't like it?"

There was a long pause, but then she said it. "Actually, to my dismay? I love it. I never thought I would, but all day today that silky sheer blouse tweaking my nipples was more than I could take. Each time I sent you a picture it was after I had finger fucked myself to an orgasm in the bathroom. I love the shoes, too, and the g-string kept me hot all day like you would not believe."

"See? Slut," I said. "MY slut."

She looked at me intently this time, and without crocodile tears.

"Honest question," she said. "Would you have let Joe fuck me tonight?"

"Sure,, no question. Even if he didn't want to play with me."

"Then why did you do what you did?" she asked.

"Because he was a horrible candidate, simply. Being on both sides of this thing now has made me understand the kind of people I want to be with. There are plenty of guys out there like Joe in appearance, but who aren't complete douches."

"Wait, so you are saying that I should try and fuck other men then?"

"Definitely," I said. "So long as I can watch, and they're people we can trust with our reputations and who won't hurt you or rob us blind. Plus, I will find other girls to fuck. It's literally that easy."

"You're lying. You'd fuck other girls?!"

"Only I'm not, and yes, I'd fuck other girls. I give you leeway so you can explore, but I'm not a milquetoast. Next Friday let's try again. As for now, put the fucking shoes back on."

Lisa looked at me, then the shoes, and put them back on.

"Good girl. Now strip for me."

"What is this?" she asked.

"It's exactly what you want to do for your 'Joe'. Strip."

She did exactly what I told her, standing naked in front of me except for her shoes.

"Get yourself off for your lover, Joe. Tonight? I am Joe. Go."

After Lisa had spent a good deal of time tweaking her nipples and fingering her pussy, I said strongly, "ENOUGH!"

I took her by her hand and lead her upstairs, took off my necktie, wrapped it around her head and over her eyes, then pushed her onto the bed where I fucked her like an animal. That night I was bold enough to get a little bit of my thumb into her tight asshole and to my surprise, she didn't mind one bit. She scratched my back hard enough that I bled. We had to throw out the sheets later.

Picking it Up

The next day, Saturday, was a blur. We both woke up hungover, too hungover to get out of bed for the entire day. We didn't touch. We didn't talk. We didn't fuck.

When we woke on Sunday morning, I took Lisa to brunch. We finally had a chance to process Friday night.

"So, is what you'd said true?" she asked, moments before our plates were delivered.

"What parts?"

"You know, about another guy?"

"Yes. No time like the present."

"And you won't be mad?"

"No. I already told you,"

"But what about you?" she asked.

"What about me?"

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Not in the slightest. Plus, I exchanged numbers with that girl bartender. I'm sure she'll be calling."

"You did what?!" Lisa cried out loud.

"Easy, lady," I said in a calm voice. "Easy."

"You didn't tell me that," she whispered. "What?!"

"She won't call, I am sure. I was just kidding, but she did ask about what took place and I gave her my cell number."

"She was hot, tho, I agree," Lisa said. "You have excellent taste."

"I know," I said, just as the food was delivered.

When we got home, Lisa asked me when we should try to meet someone new again.

"Friday," I said. "It's our night."

She asked me how we would play it out, and I assured her that everything was completely perfect last time except for the actual tool bag of a guy. I asked her to tell me what she wanted and we agreed on terms for the kind of guy that we would bring home. It wouldn't be a threesome, at least not this time, but I would gladly watch. When I found another girl to fuck she would do the same for me, or if we both found our own partners for the night we could fuck in either the same room or in different rooms. Either way, everybody had to be on the same page, and we both knew it probably wouldn't happen overnight. First, you had to meet the right people. Second, Lisa was still talking herself into doing this.

Bear in mind I actually had zero optimism that any of this was going to happen in real life. I had been on the other side of Barb and Don, and later Josh and Sharon, and seeing things through a different filter really changed my perception of reality. It was just arousing and cool that Lisa was game to let herself try. I honestly never thought anything was going to come of it. Boy was I wrong!

One thing that Lisa and I discussed a lot was locale. You could find a younger guy at a college pub, but Lisa also liked seduction from her standpoint. She like to peel off a tie, a suit, to unbutton a man's shirt, and/or to untie a man's shoes and set them neatly by the side of the bed or to fold them before setting them on a chair. In that sense, a college bar would probably not do.

During many Fridays over a couple of months, I'd dress Lisa and we'd go out, but while some guys would chat her up she'd either beg off or just not end up meeting someone she was interested in. Either way, the unknown and exciting nature of what we were up to lead to many pleasurable nights in the bedroom, and I know we both were enjoying the intensity.

We decided to hit a jazz bar in Boston one Friday, and while I hate jazz, and most people don't get or understand "true" jazz I assume, the clientele and the images we thought they would present would be more to her liking.

On Wednesday of that week, I told Lisa that I'd be home late. I was shopping for a new outfit for her. I picked a tight, white, floor length cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, a string of pearls, and a pair of white baby doll pumps with a 6" heel. When I laid out her outfit on the bed, I also set down a sheer white g-string. It was our little secret, that is, unless someone else got Lucky enough to see it for themselves.

When she announced that she was coming downstairs, I told her that her long winter coat was hung over the banister and that she should put it on before she came downstairs. Lisa arrived in the kitchen and I complimented her shoes. She gave me the finger.

"But wait, there is one more thing," I said, grabbing a white gold anklet from my pocket. "This. Come here."

Lisa approached me and I strapped the bracelet to her right ankle.

"What is this?" It's kind of trashy."

I laughed. "Well, yeah, but it's a sign."

"Sign?"

"Right ankle means you're available. It's not like you have to wear it all the time. Besides, don't you want to hookup with somebody who at the very least can read signs?"

She laughed.

I drove her to the club and dropped her off at the door. The valet opened the door and led her into the club. I found a place to park, stalled a bit and smoked a cigarette, then found a place to sit in the back of the club where I was able to watch her at the bar and make out her activity clearly, but also stay out of sight. As soon as I sat down at my tiny table, I got hard immediately. A server arrived and I got a cocktail, and when they returned, another. The band started to play.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Lisa for about a half hour. She stood by herself at the bar, her snug white cocktail dress clinging to her hips and accentuating her cleavage, and I could practically make our her hardened nipples from where I was sitting. As the lights flickered here and there, I could see a reflection shining from her anklet. I was surprised that nobody had made a move yet. In fact, nobody had spoken with her at all except for the bartender.

Things changed when the band took a break. A young gentleman approached her. At first I was certain he would be rebuffed, but I was shocked and delighted that Lisa struck up a conversation with him. Jacques, as I had learned about him later, was a 24 year old medical student who was originally from Haiti. From what I could tell from where I sat, Jacques was about my height, maybe a little bit shorter, well dressed, and had the same athletic build. As had been the case when she'd met Joe, Lisa fidgeted with her earrings and touched her cleavage, then pawed with her hair as they spoke. It appeared that Jacque had in fact seen her anklet, as I could clearly see him pointing at it. After watching them for a half hour, Lisa motioned to someone who I could not see from my vantage point, and they brought her coat.

Lisa wrapped her hand in Jacques' arm, and they walked by me, right out the door of the club, without her giving me a single glance. I didn't know what to think, but I decided to go with it.

I sat at my table in stunned silence as the band started their second set. To calm my nerves I ordered a third cocktail. No sooner had my third cocktail arrived that my phone vibrated with a message from Lisa.

"at the diner is game knows the rules get motel come on over hurry," she texted without any form of punctuation.

I immediately flagged down the server and paid my bill. I downed my third cocktail and headed for the door.

When I walked into the diner, I found Lisa with her winter jacket wrapped around her shoulders, and an ogling Jacques with his arm around her, not-so-discretely playing with her hair.

"Well well," I said, and reached out my hand. I gave Jacques a firm shake and said, "Lucky." Then I slid into the booth across from them.

"Jacques," he said, "nice to make your acquaintance."

"So," I said. "I understand that there is unfinished business."

"Yes," he said, looking into Lisa's eyes before kissing her on the mouth. "There is."

"She has shared the rules, yes?" I asked.

Breaking their kiss for a moment, he said, "She has."

"So we can do this?"

They said "yes" in unison.

I left a couple of bills on the table to pay the check then exited to get the car.

That night, Lisa and Jacques put on quite the show. After he was sent packing, Lisa and I had a vigorous night together. The following weeks were no exception, including Lisa watching me have sex with the bartender girl while frigging herself to several orgasms. Lisa didn't join us because she wasn't ready, but at the same time she'd told me she'd enjoyed watching me with another woman as much as I'd stressed that I'd enjoyed watching her with another man.

Over the course of the next few months, I had impregnated Lisa, and while unfortunately she had miscarried, we took a break from carrying on with other people. We spent our time exclusively on one other.

Tightening the Belt

During our hiatus from Friday night shenanigans, Lisa had received a wedding invitation from a family friend of hers. While Lisa was on the fence about attending the event, citing ages old bad blood between certain people from her family and the bride's family, she decided that she wanted to go to the wedding after all.

I don't know if something had changed in her mind or she was just looking for a change in general, but Lisa had undergone a huge loss of weight during the 6 months leading up to the wedding. I was concerned because she had been starving herself, in my opinion, and also because the whole situation presented an astounding paradox. On one hand, the thinner she got, the more sexual and bold she became, and that was saying a lot. On the other hand, the thinner she got the more I'd worried. She seemed really happy though so I left it alone, and plus I figured that the situation was short-lived, which it would turn out to be.

For her part, Lisa soon took me for a Brazilian wax as well, specifically for my pubic region all the way to my butt, and she convinced me to trash my boxers for "stripper" thongs or nothing at all. I had become deeply attached to the cock ring she bought me, sometimes wearing nothing but a cock ring under my chinos as I struggled to concentrate through a day at work. Once the wedding had finally rolled around, Lisa and I had been fucking at least 2 times a day, sometimes 3. I could not have imagined a more ideal scenario, and on top of that the "threat" of her getting pregnant, hopefully again, brought us both over the edge for what seemed like every single time.

The wedding itself was elegant but mostly uneventful. Both the ceremony and the reception were held in an exclusive section of Rhode Island. I admit that seeing old money at work made me envious and awed at the same time. The guests were way out of our leagues socially, or at least I had perceived them to be, but the night was still young. No expense had been spared to create an atmosphere at the reception that screamed "perfect wedding" at every turn. Unluckily for us we were assigned to the very last table in the place, so far in back that we could feel the shadow of large trays over our heads every time a server delivered a new course to the tables. Lisa already knew a couple of the people at the table and seemed to despise them greatly as well. There were two empty spots at our table. This was going to be even more awful than I'd thought it would be, especially after the weird moments in the greeting line when the bride's parents sent some thinly veiled insults Lisa's way.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 10



Someone Borrowed, Something New

To our delight, after having missed the appetizer course entirely, two guests appeared in the empty seats next to us. They both looked a bit disheveled, and Lisa made prompt note of this by elbowing me in the ribs, whispering, "I think these two just had a 'quickie'," in my ear.

As the guests were about to sit down, the male of the couple extended his hand to me and said, "Adam". "Lucky," I said. "And this is Lisa."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Lisa quipped. The other female guests at the table gave her a sour look. What the hell was wrong with these girls sitting at our table?! No wonder that the mere appearance of our new guests poked a hole through the dark cloud that had been hanging over the table up until now.

"This is Marisa," Adam said. "My wife. But call her 'Mari'."

Mari extended her hand and we both shook it.

"Are you guys together?" Mari asked.

"We are," Lisa said.

"We just got married, in Miami, a year ago," Mari said, "so this would be the first wedding... after ours'."

"Congratulations!" I exclaimed, raising my glass. Lisa did the same, and we all clinked glasses.

Eventually the normal conversation path ensued. Mari divulged that she knew the bride from college. Adam was a new doctor who had just joined a family practice. Mari was a college instructor in chemistry who was working towards a Ph.D. They were both extremely young and attractive, in their mid-20s, and periodically Lisa would nudge me in the ribs only to make a look of "WOW!" when I looked her way.

Adam was 6'3", had a full head of dark hair, and an athletic physique like mine. Mari looked like the stereotypical "California girl" from that rock music song, about 5'10" tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, great rack, thin, wearing a tight sequined white cocktail dress and a pair of 5" ankle-strapped sandals that made her nearly as tall as Adam. While Adam was a good-looking dude, Mari was stunning. Even Lisa couldn't keep from whispering in my ear about how hot she was, or how Adam looked like a model from one of those outdoors clothing catalogs. Mercifully, with their presence, the evening had been rescued from the horrible. We were enjoying their company immensely and the playful banter between the four of us lifted both Lisa's mood and mine.

On this evening, as usual, Lisa was no slouch. She was wearing a skin tight, black evening dress with a plunging neckline and wore a pair of 6" black stiletto heels, a black pearl necklace, a tiny black g-string, and she had also worn the anklet, on her right ankle, at my prompting. It was a subtle touch. In this crowd, I was sure it would not be noticed, but boy was I wrong.

As we chatted with Adam and Mari, small talk evolved into new topics and eventually Adam and I were sitting next to each other to talk about baseball while Lisa and Mari delved into whatever topics they had felt keen to discuss. As more cocktails flowed, I noticed that Lisa and Mari had gotten really touchy-feely as the night went on. Adam had gotten really silly and goofy as well, and he was definitely making Lisa laugh a lot when he interrupted her and Mari's conversation.

When the emcee announced that it was time to dance, the four of us hit the floor. We started with our respective partners, but during fast numbers we ended up switching. The last fast dance involving a lot of grinding between Lisa and Adam while Mari and I caterwauled and cheered to the chagrin of the other wedding guests on the dance floor. After a couple more songs, he admitted that he needed a break because he'd felt a little bit drunk. Plus he'd wanted to step outside for a smoke.

"A smoke?" I asked. "Doc, isn't this like a cardinal sin for a 'doc'?"

"Fuck that. I don't smoke every day, and fuck it. Patience is for patients and I need to smoke this Cuban right now! You in, Lucky?!"

Adam lit his smoke and handed me a smoke and his lighter. I lit mine. We smoked in silence for a bit.

"Lucky, Lisa is amazing. Hot stuff."

"Thanks, Adam," I said. "That's high praise coming from the guy who's married to Mari."

"She can stay," Adam said, "but Lisa is like a real version of..." His voice trailed off.

"It's cool, say whatever," I interrupted the silence. "I won't be offended."

"Uhhh, she's like a MILF you'd see in a porno," he said in slurred speech, turning his head back towards the darkness.

"Well, Doc," I paused, being barely able to finish my sentence because I was laughing so hard. "Since Lisa and I are more or less the same age I'd never thought of it that way. In my case she's more of a peer, so maybe I should call her a 'PILF'?"

With this, Adam nearly fell over the railing in his laughing and drunken state. I had to hold him up and took his cigar away temporarily so he wouldn't burn himself with all of that flailing around.

"Sorry, Lucky. I never drink that much at home, I mean 'we' never drink that much at home."

"Neither do we," I said, rolling my eyes.

"And that bracelet," he said. "I've often wondered if it has a meaning. I mean, I've heard some things," he staggered.

I was about to give a little hint, maybe to put out some feelers, but Adam was getting out of control.

After another fit of laughter and holding him up, he yelling "PILF! PILF!" every foot we walked, I helped him back to the lobby of the hotel, sat him on a sofa, and went to get him some coffee and water. I only hoped that he wouldn't stagger off while I was gone. I grabbed two large coffees and luckily Adam hadn't budged from the sofa. After we sat quietly for a half hour, he started talking again.

"So, as I was saying," he said.

"Lisa?" I interrupted.

"Yes, Lisa," was his reply. "Do you..."

His voice trailed off.

"Go on," I said. "You like her obviously."

"But I'm married," he sighed, still slurring his speech a bit. "To Mari. Not to insult you, but... Mari."

"None taken," I said. "What's on your mind?"

He paused for a second. "Lots of guys would think I'm crazy for even looking at other girls, but I'm drunk, and it's a wedding, and I want to have a good fucking time. Oh yeah, and you know..."

"Lisa," I said.

"Lisa. I'm not 100% sure but I think Mari likes her, too," he said matter-of-factly but still with a good degree of slurring. "She used to get with chicks sometimes when she was in college."

With that admission there was silence followed by Adam dozing off, his head resting on his fist, on the couch across from where I was sitting in a chair. I went back into the ballroom to collect Lisa and Mari and we lead them back to their room. Neither of them wanted help getting ready for bed, so we set them on the king-sized bed exactly as they were, closed the door quietly behind us, and left.

No matter how smoking hot Mari had been, I had been eye-fucking Lisa all night and couldn't wait to get her out of that dress. We headed up to our room and rented an adult movie on the hotel's pay-per-view. No more than half hour into the movie I had my middle finger deep in Lisa's pussy, had her dress down to her waist, and had been sucking her sweet nipples, licking her pussy juices off my fingers after she came. I was eagerly waiting for her to take me in her mouth, when the fire alarm went off at 2am. "FUCK!" I yelled, as we fumbled with our clothes then evacuated to the parking lot with all the other guests. Lo and behold, we came across Adam and Mari. They were still dressed in the same attire as we had seen them last.

"You guys look AMAZING!" Lisa exclaimed. Mari gave her the finger.

"SERIOUSLY!" Lisa squealed. "You've held up well for a couple of people who are in the same state as us." After watching several other former wedding attendees appear in various phases of dress or undress or mid-night's sleep, Adam broke the silence.

"Why don't you come over and hang, once this is over?" Adam asked.

Mari shot him a stern glance. He made a very similar shrug to what I had done all the time in my relationship with Lisa.

"We couldn't impose," Lisa said. "Let's exchange digits and maybe hang out some other time." Her emphasis was on the word "maybe".

"No, it's OK," Mari sighed, "Just a bit out of sorts at the moment. Room 532. See you guys in a bit, well, maybe if you feel like it."

After the alarm had been silenced, the fire department disappeared, and the crowd had dispersed, Lisa and I went upstairs. Discussion was required. We had no idea that we were going to be hanging out tonight, in particular with another couple. Lisa, for her part, was having none of my contrived concerns. It's true that I would be into fucking Mari — I mean, who wouldn't be — but I didn't know what Lisa was into, so I played coy.

"It's no big deal," she said. "A couple of laughs, maybe a couple of drinks, if they have any. Just brush your teeth, because if they are as furry as mine then it's a non-starter for, like, whatever."

"Whatever?" I asked dumbly.

"Brush your teeth, dude," Lisa implored me, and pointed to the sink on the vanity.

When I was done, I headed out of the bathroom. Lisa, as was her will, inspected my teeth and breath and nodded in approval. I took this as an invitation to be equally as bold.

"Adam saw your anklet," I said.

Lisa looked at me quizzically and tilted her head.

"Just saying," I said.

"What did he say?!"

"He asked, and I was just getting to the 'right is right' thing when he passed out on the couch in the lobby."

"So he knows?"

"He doesn't know. But I think he might have an idea."

"But, Mari," Lisa said, "look at that fucking girl. How could he..."

"He told me that he is down for play, well, not in so many words. I know that she looks like a dress-up doll, but jeez, you never fucking know what people are really up to."

"I know, right," she grinned. "So now what?"

"Well, he does seem to be quite fond of you."

"He is?!" Lisa interrupted.

"Obviously, because you are a 'PILF'," I said.

"I don't want to know what a 'PILF' is, do I?"

"Nope. Ancient Chinese secret."

Lisa just looked at me and blinked.

"Room 532, then?" I asked. "PIIIILF!" I cried out. Lisa rolled her eyes and pushed me towards the door.

I had Lisa knock on their door. Mari answered, wearing the same gown and shoes she had been when we'd seen her out in the parking lot. Adam was sprawled out on the bed closest to the door, dressed the same as he had been earlier except that now this tie was a little bit slack. He was drinking what had appeared to be champagne, and in the background lesbian porn was playing on the TV, the volume low enough where you'd only hear the loudest of moans. I elbowed Lisa on the arm.

"Owwww! What?!" she asked. I pointed to the TV. Lisa giggled.

"Only fucking thing on!" Adam blurted out. "And I happen to know something about gyneco..."

"Adam is a bit out of sorts," Mari interrupted. "I'm not sure if this makes it any better, but I happen to really enjoy lesbian porn, so this is all on me."

Lisa laughed heartily, nearly falling on the floor.

"Bubbly?" Mari asked, and Lisa extended her hand for a glass, nodding her head while trying to stifle her laughter.

Lisa and Mari clinked champagne flutes and I raised my flute to the air.

"What does a girl have to do to get some music around here?" Mari asked.

Adam fumbled with the radio and at first it was all faster, poppy songs. Lisa and Mari gyrated, snapped their fingers, and knocked their asses together, taking breaks now and again to sip their bubbly. I was laying on the bed, next to Adam, with my arms behind my head. He clapped along with the beat, egging the girls on. When they emptied their glasses, I would dance on over to them and give them refills.

Eventually the music continued at its high pace and the girls both sat on the edge of the other bed looking a bit tired. Lisa dabbed at her brow with a tissue. I took that as an invitation and found a station that was playing slower songs. The first couple were snoozers and I'd almost changed the station again until the third song came on. The third song was an iconic slow song that Lisa and I had sung along with probably a dozen times during "rock block weekends" on local rock music stations.

At first the girls pretended they were performing the song about "when the lights go down in the city" by singing into their glasses. Mari had put her arm around Lisa when they did this, and they lip synched and swayed together. Initially Adam had lifted his lighter into the air and was flicking it, but I think that when he'd gotten a read of how hot this looked and how thick the air in the room had become, he stopped flicking his lighter and laid quietly next to me on the bed.

When the bottle of champagne was kicked, I grabbed their flutes and set them on the dresser. Mari held out her hand to Lisa, who curtsied. They both giggled, staggered a bit, and gave each other a steadying hand so that they didn't fall over. Then they embraced in the center of the room, first looking back at where Adam and I laid in the bed, then pulled closer to one another and became entranced in their own world as they swayed. Their voices lowered to whispers as they sang along with the lyrics — Mari resting her head on Lisa's shoulder as Mari was easily 5" taller — even with Lisa wearing tall shoes that night. As the song finished and another slow song started, the singing had all but come to an end, but I could hear that Lisa's breathing had become faster and louder. They turned together as the song played on, and when Lisa's back was to me I could tell that Mari had been nuzzling her neck and was whispering in her ear.

I even heard a "wow" escape from Adam's lips.

"This is perfect. Absolutely perfect," I whispered back. I chuckled to myself with the recollection of Don and Josh saying essentially the same thing during our encounters, and how me saying the same thing now felt weird at the time. But I knew why I'd said it: because it WAS absolutely perfect.

Adam nodded.

When the song finished, Lisa stepped back, looking Mari directly in the eyes and said, "Well then," suddenly straightening her posture and fiddling with her dress. Without breaking her eye contact with Lisa, Mari reached up and unzipped the top part of her dress, allowing it to fall to her waist. Mari's perfect round globes and protruding pink nipples were on display for all to see. Both of her nipples were pierced and featured silver barbells that put an exclamation point on what had just taken place.

I turned to Adam and nudged him on the arm.

He turned to me and I could sense that he was about to say "PILF" again — so I shook my head "no", mouthing the word "wow" to him, and pointing at both girls.

He nodded again and stayed quiet.

"Well then," Mari whispered before stepping back in front of Lisa. This time Mari was a lot more aggressive, pulling Lisa's waist towards her and holding her tightly before initiating a kiss. At first Lisa was clearly uncomfortable, appearing not sure of what to do next, but Mari took the lead. Before long, Mari moved Lisa's hands to her bare tits, and Mari was groping Lisa's ass through her dress. Lisa's dress had started to ride up her butt and her black g-string was now clearly visible. Their kisses were softer now and more deliberate; I could see their tongues wrestling even under the dim lights of the room. I could clearly hear the hungry suckling of their mouths over the soft music in the background. The lesbian porn on the TV had long ended, but then again, who needed it at this point?

I had grown extremely hard by this point and was moving to shift my erection since it was caught in my pants when I saw Adam. He had taken his cock out and had just begun to stroke it as he watched what was transpiring before us. I unzipped my fly and started to do the same. When he heard my zipper fall, he started to stare and noticed that I was wearing a cock ring.

Naturally, he whispered, "Lucky, is that a cock ring?"

I almost quipped, "No, it's a napkin ring," but kept the commentary to myself this time.

Without warning, Adam moved his hand towards me and ran his finger along it's smooth rubbery material. Under other circumstances I might not have been as cool with someone touching without asking, but I sensed that we were all feeling no pain at this point so I didn't quibble. Oh, and I should note that I really didn't mind the touch either; I just didn't see it coming. Maybe it was just me, but before the cocktails and shenanigans, Adam had come across as smart, funny, and intense, and maybe more than a little bit cocky. After the cocktails and shenanigans were well underway, Adam seemed quiet, silly, nervous, and, dare I say: submissive.

"Wow," he said. "Does it hurt?"

"No. Actually, I love it."

In as much as I'd enjoyed discussing my cock ring with Adam, I was missing the show from across the room, but not before noticing that Adam had an abnormally large cock, maybe 9" or bigger, easily the biggest one I had ever seen close up, and it appeared that he wasn't even completely hard. I made a mental note of what I had just observed then gestured to him that we were missing the show. He nodded.

My glance alternated between Adam and the girls as I stroked myself. As they continued to make out, I heard a single "foooosh". Mari had unzipped Lisa's dress and it made that sound as it fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. Mari held Lisa's arms to keep her steady and Lisa stepped out of her dress then moved forward a couple of steps towards Mari. As this event was playing out, Adam and I had touched hands a few times. I didn't make anything of it at first — but it had kept happening. Not that I minded, but it was just not what I would have expected earlier in the evening.

Mari stood in front of Lisa and dropped her dress all of the way this time. She let it slip to the floor so that now she was wearing nothing but her strappy sandals. While Lisa was waxed clean, Mari had a neatly-trimmed tannish landing strip. Mari bent down to unstrap her sandals, but Lisa grabbed her arm. "Leave 'em on," she implored her. Mari nodded and Lisa just stood there admiring Mari's naked form.

From there, things escalated between Adam and I. At first we were jerking ourselves off and next thing you know we were helping each other out. The moment Mari pushed Lisa on to the bed next to us and started fingering Lisa's pussy through her skimpy g-string, Adam surprised me by taking my hard cock in his mouth as I continued to jerk him off.

"Oh my fuck," I said as he worked my cock into his mouth expertly. "Oh!" I grunted. "Dude, we're wearing way too many clothes!" I pointed to the bed where Lisa and Mari were writhing around.

Adam and I got off the bed and stripped naked. We stood chest to chest and we took each others' cocks in our hands. At first we jerked each other as we watched the show, but slowly we let go of each other and embraced, meeting chest to chest. I made the first move and we started to french. We gyrated our hips and our hard cocks knocked together. I could feel the slickness of his pre cum on my hip and I am sure that he felt mine on his hip as well.

As we embraced, I ran my hands up and down his chest and tummy. I wondered if another man enjoyed nipple play as much as I did and to my delight Adam was no exception. The more I played with his nipples, the more he kissed me harder, and the more he assaulted my nipples as well. As we continued to play, my cock had slipped between his legs, to the side of his ball sack. He broke our embrace to grab a condom and slipped it on me. He put one on himself and then he placed my cock back to where it had been. We continued our act of semi dry humping until Lisa cried out in orgasmic bliss. Mari's face was buried in her crotch, and the first knuckle of Mari's middle finger was in her hot asshole.

In unison, Adam and I said "Wow," admiring the gigantic wet spot Lisa had left on the bed. Our embrace stopped and we both went back to our respective partners. I laid on top of Lisa in the far bed while Adam and Mari made out on the other bed.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 10



"What's this?" Lisa asked, tugging the condom from my hard cock in a single pull. She twisted the condom between her fingers, like a slingshot, and flicked it towards the trash. It landed on the edge of the trash can and wavered as if it was going to fall on the floor although it never did. We both laughed then went back to rolling on the bed and kissing. I had just started to play with her pussy when Lisa said, "No thanks," and pushed me back down on the bed. She positioned herself reverse cowgirl on top of me, presumably so that we could both watch the show from the other bed.

At first Lisa made a slow, circular motion with her hips as she rode me, and that was driving me absolutely crazy. I thought I wouldn't be able to last long. That's until it became apparent that Adam was having problems performing. Lisa and I slowed down our pace even more until eventually we had stopped entirely. Adam was trying hard as he could to enter Mari, but it was almost like watching him try to perform with a loofa sponge.

"I think he needs some help," I whispered in Lisa's ear.

She nodded.

"From you," I whispered again.

She nodded and subtly tried to get Mari's attention. Finally they made eye contact. Lisa made a series of motions that pointed at their bed and then our bed. Mari got the hint and soon Mari and I were making out in the same spot where Lisa and I had been previously.

Lisa started with oral on Adam and at first he was aggressive and was forcing her head down on his cock as he tried to fuck her mouth. I was surprised that Lisa stopped him, given how aggressive our sex at home usually was, but she slowed his pace and held his arms to his thighs so that she could control his thrusts.

Mari and I, after watching some of their show, started to go at it again. I had her in a 69 and as she sucked me off as she played with my asshole a bit. My tongue got bold as well and before long, I was teasing her starfish with the tip of my tongue and making circles around it with my fingers. What Mari really seemed to like is when I finger fucked her. Every time my two fingers slapped against her pelvis, she would practically scream. You could hear the wetness of her snatch echoing off the popcorn ceilings of the hotel room. Finally, she blocked my forearm with her hand, and in one last gasp made a second huge puddle on the bed. I kissed her deeply and our joined mouths stifled the huge scream she would have made into the room otherwise.

I had just grabbed a condom and was going to fuck Mari when she mouthed, "Not yet," and pointed at the other bed. Lisa had just put a condom on Adam's majestic rod and was trying to mount him. At first you could hear the wrinkling of the condom when she impaled herself on his shaft and fucked herself slowly up and down as she acclimated to his size. Lisa was making incredibly sexy, low, guttural moans as I could see his gigantic tool appearing then disappearing from her hot fuck slit.

"Wow," I said, looking at Mari. "You are lucky to have a cock like that at your disposal."

"He's a fucking elephant," she said, mimicking an elephant trunk swaying to and fro with her right arm in front of her groin. I shook my head and laughed.

No sooner had Lisa picked up her pace with Adam that he plopped out of her. He had lost it again.

"Oh, fuck", Lisa said, slapping her palms on the bed.

"What?" I asked.

"Condoms," Mari whispered. "He can't hang with them."

"Tell you what," I said. "I have to pee like crazy, but let's figure something out when I get back."

In the bathroom I relieved myself, looking at my naked form in the mirror. There was a knock at the door. It was Lisa. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

"The fuck?!" Lisa asked emphatically, but in a whisper.

"I know, right?!" I whispered back.

"What's up with Adam?" she said. "I mean his co-"

"I know," I said. "Condom fear. Mari just told me."

Lisa looked at me with a blank stare.

"It happens," I said. "You kno-"

"It doesn't happen to you," she interrupted.

"It used to," I said, "but that's beside the point."

"So what are we going to do?" she asked.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Jeez, I've never seen a cock that big," she said. "And I really want to try it. No offense to you."

"None taken," I said. "It's all about motion in the ocean. Steady wins the ra-"

"Stop that," Lisa said, swatting my arm.

I looked at her, saying nothing.

"He's fucking beautiful," she said, "and he wants to fuck me but can't."

"Then let him," I said. "His way."

"What?!" Lisa almost yelled out loud. I put my finger to my lips.

"But what if he cu-" she started to ask.

"Don't let him. Enjoy yourself," I said. "I'll be your fluffer while you chat with Mari. Of course if you don't want this then we can just leave. Up to you."

"No, no," she paused. "I'll talk to Mari."

When we left the bathroom, Lisa and Mari started making out on the bed and I laid next to Adam on the other bed, stroking his chest, his shrunken penis resting on his lower belly, the condom almost falling off on its own.

"Dude," I said, continuing to stroke his chest and playing with his nipples while kissing him on the neck. "Just look at those two. We are SO Lucky!"

Adam and I watched Mari and Lisa in the other bed. Lisa had gotten bolder as the night progressed, and we made eye contact a few times as she and Mari were engaged in a 69.

"We are," Adam said, while I removed the condom from his hardening cock, then took his prized member in my mouth.

"Uhhhhh," Adam groaned, his hand on the top of my scalp. "My GOD."

"I think you know what you want," I said after plopping his cock out of my mouth. "All you have to do is make it happen."

Adam reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom.

"I think you know what I meant," I said, swatting his hand away from the condom.

"But, Mari," he whispered.

"Mari, nothing," I said. "It's all fine. Lisa talked to Mari already. I want to see you laying your spectacular pipe into Lisa, and I know she wants it too. She told me she did just now."

Adam gave me a dazed look that begged if I was kidding.

I nodded "no". "Only one rule. And you can probably guess what that is."

He nodded "yes".

I hopped off the bed and Lisa caught my movements. She disengaged from Mari and joined Adam on the bed. I joined Mari on the other bed and we just watched at first. Adam was certainly able to perform without a condom. Soon he had Lisa's high-heeled legs pushed up against the headboard and he was having his way with her. Lisa was loving it and soon she was on top, absolutely crashing her underside into his oversized meat piston.

Mari and I started making out and soon she was ready to take me. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, picked her up, and plopped her on the bed next to Lisa and Adam. I thrust the condom on and took her missionary style. It had been a while since I had been with someone this young and she was incredibly tight. I asked her if she wanted to get on top and she did.

As we fucked, Lisa and Mari turned to each other and kissed. Lisa had a firm twist on Mari's nipple and this caused Mari to get even tighter around my wanton shaft. Adam and I held hands and caressed each other's thighs as Mari and Lisa slammed themselves down onto our willing manhoods. Just when Lisa and Mari reached over to kiss each other, Adam started to buck his hips wildly. Lisa got the message and climbed off him. I pushed Mari off me, and jerked him wildly.

As he came in spurts, it went everywhere: over his chest, splashing the headboard, and on the comforter. Mari ate every last drop of his cum and they snuggled together and kissed.

While I enjoyed fucking Mari — and who wouldn't because she was gorgeous — I wanted to be with Lisa. I pulled off the condom and put Lisa on her back then got between her legs.

I entered her and didn't last long. I knew that after an evening of play without having cum, my balls were full and I could feel the enormity of the load I had left inside her.

"Yikes," Adam said, "I have never ever seen a load that big in my life before. EVER!" He watched the remnants of my work drip out of Lisa's pussy. Mari fingered some of my cum, tasted it herself, then got another finger full and fed it to Adam.

I laid back down on top of Lisa and we kissed some more. With my back turned to Mari and Adam, I could feel someone massaging my ass cheeks and trying to play. I was just having none of it at this time.

After a bit we all laid side by side, our chests still heaving.

"So," Adam butted in. "Anybody for some more porn?"

"No," Lisa said, "I would like to watch the news."

"Oh, I have the current news," Adam said. "It's hot with a chance of more..."

Mari rolled her eyes and slapped him on the arm.

"I'm thirsty," Mari said. "Is it just me?"

We all took shots from the vodka bottle that sat on the dresser. I was beginning to feel buzzed again and I am certain that everybody else was as well.

"By the way," Mari asked. "Which room are you guys staying in?"

"518," Lisa said, "the maid is going to love one of our rooms tomorrow, and I am sure that it's not yours, neighbors."

Everybody laughed.

At some point, after more shots and watching a broadcast about unrest in the Middle East, we all dozed off, the TV flickering in the background.

I dreamt about the evening we'd had, but one thing that kept coming back to me was that I'd felt Mari wasn't all that into me fucking her. Maybe it was just paranoia on my part. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe it was nothing, but as a submissive (to men, at least), she had also been strangely quiet in bed. I remember smiling to myself in my dream about how it could have looked from the outside as I fucked a girl as hot as Mari, but then feeling like something was totally not working at the same time. Looking back, obviously none of this had to do with all of the partying and intensity of our unplanned meeting. Of course not, no, not at all the author writes sarcastically.

Doppelgangers

Last I recall I had been laying next to Lisa and all four of us had been naked underneath the sheets before we dozed off. I woke with a start to feel fingers probing my nipples and a hand slowly pumping my hard shaft.

I turned to kiss Lisa — only to realize that it wasn't Lisa at all. It was Adam.

"Hi," he said. "Glad to see that you're up."

I almost jumped out of bed. "What?!"

"No no," he whispered. "Don't worry. It's all good. All cool."

"Where is..." I stuttered, half asleep.

"Shh," he said, turning his back to me. "Check this out."

He grabbed my arm and lead my fingers up to his asshole.

"Feel that?" he asked.

"Uh huh," I acknowledged silently, having felt the slickness of his most taboo spot with my middle finger. It was obvious that Adam had lubed himself up.

"Mmm," he said softly. "Do you think you can-"

"Doc," I said. "Just... dude."

He got off his side and rolled so that he was facing me. He ran his fingers up and down my chest, tweaking my nipples gently. "For me?" He gently kissed me on the mouth. "Just this once?"

"Where's Lisa?" I asked sleepily.

"In your room, I think," he said. "She's not here."

"Where's Mari?" I asked.

"Right here," he said, patting the bed next to him.

"And she won't know?" I whispered. "Wait, what am I even saying?!"

"She won't know," he said. "And she won't care. She knows that I've been fantasizing about this for a long time."

"You know this is kind of fucked up, right?" I asked. Adam was being extremely persistent with his kisses and stroking of my nipples and was now smearing my pre-cum around the tiny mouth of my penis and underneath its head.

"We both know that you like to play with men, Lucky," Adam whispered. "And we both know that you're a top, and I just happen to be looking for a top, so why not?"

"What if she wakes up?" I asked.

"Mari! Mari!" Adam called out.

"Jesus, stop it!" I hissed.

"She's not going to wake up," he said. "See, listen to her cute little snoring. Awww." He ran his fingers through the little hair I had on my chest with one hand and tickled my scrotum with the other.

He paused for a moment and the movement of his hands over my precious region slowed until he laid completely still.

"I know you're curious, Lucky," he whispered. "And so am I..." I could hear the wrinkling of a condom wrapper. "Come on..."

"But, how..."

"I want you on top," he said plainly. He was rubbing the yet-unfurled condom against the head of my hard cock. "Uhh?"

Adam pushed me so that I almost fell out of the bed.

"The fuck?!" I whispered.

Before I could say anything else, he had rolled the condom down my shaft and had positioned himself so that he was laying on his back, the shadow of his spread legs aglow in the tiny bit of moonlight that was shown through the curtains.

I got on top of the bed and in between his legs. As I got into position, his right hand grabbed my shaft.

"You know what to do," he said. "But go slow. This is the first time for the both of us, so let's keep it easy-peasy."

I laughed a bit.

"Easy-peasy," he repeated under his breath.

At first I just lay on top of him, and we kissed gently. I was very surprised that I wasn't losing my erection. In fact, I was even harder now than I had been earlier when all four of us had been in the bed together. I wondered if what Adam had said moments earlier, about me being curious, was actually true. In fact I was curious, more curious than I had been in all my past experiences. I wanted to know how it was going to feel. I tried not to lose my edge so I put the current moment out of my mind. As had always been the case during play time, I asked myself what the hell I had gotten myself into, but play time became game time so I focused on the situation at hand.

At first I struggled to put it in him. His hard cock and mine kept knocking against each other, and my feeble attempts to work my shaft around his scrotum just weren't getting the job done. Lisa and I had anal before with me on top, but obviously Lisa did not have a scrotum — so this was obviously completely different anatomically.

"Stop for a second, Lucky," Adam whispered. "Let me."

With that Adam brought his legs around and put them up over my shoulders. He had his arms underneath his ass.

"Like that," he said. "Or at least I think like that."

In the dark I felt around with my finger and found his scrotum and then his taint. Finally I found his magic spot again and pushed the head of my steaming rod at its opening. I pushed just a little bit but there was resistance.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Uhh, yeah, uhh, I think so," he said apprehensively. "Just go easy, okay?"

"OK," I said, and tried to push again. No dice.

"I think you have to relax," I said, and positioned my head at his opening again as we kissed. The head of my longing shaft popped into him just a little bit.

"Ooh," he hissed, and held his arms out to my quads. "Wait."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Just wait, uhh," he said. "Getting used to it. Wait. OK, more."

I pushed in a little bit more and we stopped again. Same deal. He reached his arms up and locked on to my elbows.

"All the way, Lucky. Now, do it," he said, tapping me on the elbows.

"Unnghhh," I grunted, as I felt our pelvises grind together.

"That's it," he whispered. "Oh, fuck, that's it!"

I pulled out a bit and then pushed in again.

"FUCK!" he cried out.

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

"Oh my god, so tight," he said. "Fuck."

I stopped.

"Do it, Lucky, please," he said. "Don't stop."

I continued my pace slowly, not sure of how to proceed. This was a new experience, and I found it to be incredibly exciting, but at the same time it felt highly unnatural. In fact I'd felt it was outright taboo to my thinking at the time. It wasn't like I had a problem performing; I had a problem discerning all the programming I'd been given growing up — about right and wrong — and this was weird because it felt equally right and wrong at the same time.

"Lucky," Adam chimed in, using his hands to stop my thrusts again. "Listen, I know this is new, but why don't you make me your Lisa right now? Man, I loved watching the two of you earlier..."

"OK," I said. "I'll try." I moved my face down and kissed Adam on the mouth again.

"That's it," he said. "Do it."

As I picked up my pace, his grunts became more pronounced. In my head I was playing a fantasy about being with Lisa and a transvestite or a cross dresser. We had certainly watched those movies together in the past but this was the first time I had ever melded that subject matter with an actual event.

I continued to fuck him and as I did so, I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked it up and down as gently as I could.

"There it is," he said. "You're going to make me cum."

In less than a few minutes Adam started bucking his hips against mine and let out a discernible "ohhhhh" before he shot a load on my hand and up his chest. I didn't last much longer either and had an intense orgasm into the condom. When we were done, I collapsed on top of him until I softened and plopped out. I rolled over on my back and dozed off. Last thing I remembered, someone was using the bathroom and then I heard the room door gently close with a click.

I fell asleep with the condom on, but like before, sleep was short lived.

At early dawn I felt something slick rubbing up and down my shaft.

"Hello?" I asked in a sleepy state.

"It's me," she said. "Mmmm, looks like somebody is awake. Mmmm."

"Mari?" I said. "Fuck!" I almost knocked her out of the bed in my disoriented state. "What the hell?!"

"Jesus, Lucky!" she yelled, pushing me back down on the bed. "Now stop that! You almost just killed me!"

I laid back down again, her hand squarely in my sternum.

"I almost just didn't kill you," I said calmly. "But where is everyone?"

"It's just us," she purred. "Mmm." She found my spot and started rubbing her slickness on me again.

"Not what I'd asked," I said. "Lisa?"

"In your room," she said.

"Adam?" I asked.

"My guess is in your room," she said. "But we can always start checking the pictures on milk cartons if you're that worried."

I sighed.

"I think we both know where the elephant man is," she whispered in my ear. "Do you love it? Because I know I do."

Mari squeezed my midsection between her thighs and forced herself down on my naked shaft.

"Fuuuuuuck!" I emoted.

"Uh huh," she said. "I love it."

"Con-" I tried to say.

"Shhh, Lucky," she put her finger on my lips.

"But, preg-", I tried to say again.

"Don't forget I'm married to a doctor," she said, pushing her index finger back on my lips.

I boggled about what she was referring to specifically.

"Listen," she whispered into my ear again. "I need you to be Daddy right now, OK?"

"What?!" I exclaimed, as she brought her mouth to mine, aggressively shoving her tongue inside of it. That shut me right up.

"I don't normally sleep with other men," she said softly, "but when I do? I want them to be Daddy." She imitated a popular commercial that had been aired regularly on television during football games.

I decided to go with it, and unlike earlier, the sex was fantastic. She had become so vocal that I was surprised that hotel security didn't come to shut us up. After I finished, we both dozed off.

Eventually it was light enough out that I couldn't sleep anymore. I rolled out of bed, got dressed, kissed Mari on the cheek, borrowed a couple of aspirin from their travel case, then left the room. On the way up the hall, I ran into Adam who was wearing nothing but a bed sheet.

"Morning, Doc," I said cheerfully.

He looked at me through swollen eyes before kind of half scowling and half talking in his sleep. I watched as he passed and entered their room, the door slamming behind him.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 10



I carded into Lisa's and my room and found her sitting naked on the side of the bed. She had tears in her eyes. I looked at her, saying nothing, and she spread her legs. I watched as she fingered at her opening, something clearly dripping out.

"I'm sorry," she wept. "I'm so sorry. I just..."

I put my finger to my lips.

"But..." she said.

I shook my head and put my finger to my lips again. Fact of the matter was that I didn't care. In fact, I loved it. I couldn't say why I didn't care at the time specifically, but what had happened over the past several hours was so over the top that I felt this was more a matter of us having upped our game again — than it was the case of cheating and not communicating.

I decided to try and make light of the situation.

"Well," I quipped. "Every parent wants to see their kid grow up to become a doctor."

"Fuck you!" she cried out, reaching down and throwing one of her discarded stiletto heels at my head. She missed and the heel clanked off the steel door of the hotel room.

I calmly picked up her stiletto heel, found the other one, and sat the both of them in front of her feet at the side of the bed.

"Sorry," I said softly, and stripped naked in front of her. As if instinctively, she put her shoes back on and her eyes turned to a wanton stare as I stroked my penis while making intense eye contact with her.

Epilogue

Lisa and I did full, separate house swaps, with Adam and Mari over the following months. Due to personal and health issues, Lisa and I went through a rough patch. Eventually, and ironically, we broke up — not because of our involvement in the lifestyle — but because of the normal stressors that have a negative impact on relationships. We just couldn't get beyond those and no matter how much of an amazing time we'd spent over the previous year, we just couldn't salvage things.

I can't begin to tell you what a thrill it was to share my own mate with someone else and to have them share theirs with me, both in the same room, and with the bolder twist of changing residences for blocks of time. I know that some or maybe all of this subject matter is tough to digest, but admittedly I had the time of my life (and as I've spoken to Lisa over the years, she did as well) and wouldn't take anything back, not even for a millisecond.