3 comments/ 13781 views/ 4 favorites Swing Chronicles Ch. 02: Barb and Don By: LuckyGuy96 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. Newly divorced, I decided to sow my wild oats, as they say, because the only person I had been with was my former wife. I was 32 at the time this story took place. My ex-wife and I had a very vanilla sex life. We had met in college when everything was new and exciting sexually, but after 8 years together, everything became boring, and worse, we both met other people that we found more interesting than each other. It was a pretty painless divorce, all things considered, but it left me looking for something. I didn't know what that something was specifically, but I was definitely looking for something new. As for me, I was a good-looking professional with a nice physique. I am not the meathead type, and definitely not a magazine model, but I keep and present myself well. I am a bit taller than average, and shave my head. Personality-wise I am pretty approachable, and while I can stand my ground under pressure, I'm not what you would call an alpha male. Dick wise? 5" or maybe 6", not too thick, not unpleasant looking, just not huge. I know some dudes have it down there, but in my experiences, as you will read in these stories, most dudes do not have that much going on; they are JUST like me size-wise. Most importantly, even though I chose swinging as an outlet for my sexual desires, I decided to remain very discreet with my sexual interests, mainly to keep my professional and sexual lives in separate containers. If you were to look at me, or to chat with me you would probably never know what was going on behind the scenes. I had an insistence on keeping it that way. Buyer's Remorse After my initial meeting with Barb and Don, and how they disappeared so quickly, I didn't hear anything from them after our first meeting at all. Given that I had other meetings with couples prior to meeting with Barb and Don, I'd felt that not hearing anything probably meant that I was probably "out", and that they had decided to fulfill their desires in other ways. That's obviously more than fine, but at the same time I kept thinking of Barb. I admit it, I wanted to fuck her so much that it was clouding my thoughts. My role as a single male in somebody else's swinging fantasies meant that I was the bull, if that is what they'd wanted me to be, and that was it. After maybe a month I started to engage with an "everything" kind of website. You probably know the name, but I won't share it here. On that site, you can get used stuff, hear about garage sales, lost loves, trade musical instruments, or maybe even find yourself a one-night stand. I'd started to pick up women of my own age from that site, and on occasion I'd be with them and their boyfriends. I had some great sex with the ladies, but the couples stuff was almost always awkward, and almost always because either the lady wanted a stunt dick, or her guy was feeling maybe a little bi-curious. I can't say that I had a lot of great swinging experiences there, but probably just enough to tide me over. It was no more than a reminder that if I was going to maintain my interest in swinging that I would have to be patient and persistent and to choose between frustrating encounters and having no sex at all. Work was starting to suggest that my recent hard and competent work would pay off in terms of getting a promotion. They wanted me to transition to being a tech sales guy in the field, and while traveling for work is hard, maybe being able to get involved with more people from farther away was an idea that I really liked. I didn't want to cross the streams with swinging and work, still, but if I was based in the northeast, and I was seeing someone hundreds if not thousands of miles away, that would be OK so long as I remained candid about my identity. True Blue Sure enough, after taking some training classes and the certification exam, work told me that they wanted me to start working in a field part time. They would give me one last month at home, and then they would start with 3 weeks in the field followed by 1 week at home, and that every other month I would be working out of our normal office, doing the same work I had before. I had one last week at home, leaving Sunday night, when this happened. It was Monday, at about 9am. DonTheDude: You around? Want to touch base. LuckyGuyXX: What's on your mind, Don? DonTheDude: Barb. LuckyGuyXX: Is everything OK? DonTheDude: Yeah yeah of course. LuckyGuyXX: Then what is up? DonTheDude: Barb is hot for you, dude. LuckyGuyXX:?? DonTheDude: After we left The Cloverleaf, we literally fucked for like a week solid. Then we've fucked solid for days and days after that. I need LOL a little help in that department but once I get it then it's fucking hot. LuckyGuyXX: OK. DonTheDude: Thing is, she's always been a hot bitch but she has never wanted it that early, that often, or that dirty. Something changed. LuckyGuyXX: The Cloverleaf? DonTheDude: The Cloverleaf. But on top of that it was you. I'm sure of it. LuckyGuyXX: Maybe she just got a second wind? DonTheDude: That's hilarious but no. I have kept a secret eye on her. When she would dress for work, I would search the dirty laundry for the panties she just took off, and they were always soaked in the crotch. ALWAYS. It was never like this before and we have been together for decades. LuckyGuyXX: OK, that's hot, but what's on your mind? DonTheDude: I think it's time to double down. LuckyGuyXX: Double down? DonTheDude: This is no time to back off. LuckyGuyXX: Back off? DonTheDude: Back off from getting her into bed. LuckyGuyXX: Another night at the Cloverleaf? DonTheDude: No think about it. LuckyGuyXX: Your house? DonTheDude: No. I want her in *your* bed as soon as possible. LuckyGuyXX: So you're saying that you're coming to my house? DonTheDude: Just tell us when. LuckyGuyXX: I'm around only through this Sunday and then I'm on the road for three weeks. DonTheDude: You're chickening out. LuckyGuyXX: No. I am being promoted and the new job involves travel. DonTheDude: I'll be in touch. Later. With that, Don signed out of instant messenger with a slam of the door. I didn't know what to make of this, but at the same time the whole exchange was a complete surprise, so I decided to let it go. Nothing was apt to happen anyways as so much time had passed since that hot night at the Cloverleaf. Mad Plans I was dealing with odds and ends at the house on Thursday afternoon, starting to sort and pack my stuff. Being on the road that long meant that I would have to be choosy with what I brought along, and that I didn't leave anything important behind. Plus I had to shop for some better clothes and was about to head to another fitting at a local tailor. No sooner was I going to close the lid if my notebook computer that Don got back to me. DonTheDude: You around, hot timer? LuckyGuyXX: I'm here but about to leave. Need to get hooked up with some new clothes for my new job. DonTheDude: That's cool. Barb and I have been talking and want to come out Friday night and stay through Saturday at some point. That should give you Sunday to finish up what you need to do. LuckyGuyXX: That sounds cool. I'll get the other room ready for you guys. DonTheDude: You can get the other room ready for me. LuckyGuyXX: Not to be dumb, but where is Barb going to sleep? DonTheDude: You know where Barb is going to sleep. LuckyGuyXX: Mmmm. DonTheDude: Mmmm is right. LuckyDudeXX: Are you going to be joining us? DonTheDude: No this is about you and her. This weekend you're going to be Barb's boyfriend. I'm going to be her chaperone. How does that sound to you? I had just sprung the biggest hard on that maybe I ever had in my entire life. It just rolled up on my so quickly. LuckyDudeXX: That sounds pretty hot, Don, I won't lie. DonTheDude: Listen you practice safe sex right? LuckyDudeXX: Of course. DonTheDude: Reconsider that. LuckyDudeXX: What? DonTheDude: You're clean? LuckyDudeXX: And have the tests to prove it. DonTheDude: I will send you Barb's and you send me yours. LuckyDudeXX: Don this is nuts! DonTheDude: You say yes and you're the boyfriend for the weekend, or you say no and we'll do something else. Barb is hot for you. I am hot for Barb being hot for you. This is something you should consider. LuckyDudeXX: So what do you want to happen this weekend, Don? DonTheDude: You need to seduce her Lucky and I think it's hot that while she's kind of going through the change that you could still knock her up. It's rare but it's happened to someone I am sure. LuckyDudeXX: Oh my god. DonTheDude: Isn't that hot to you to know that you could get another man's wife pregnant still? LuckyDudeXX: It is, so long as it does it for you as well. DonTheDude: So here it is. This Friday night we come out. Barb will cook dinner for us. It's going to be completely normal and relaxed. When it's time I will head to my room and you will share a bed with Barb. Whatever happens happens. Saturday we leave. Got it? LuckyDudeXX: Got it. DonTheDude: Are you going to cancel on us? You are aren't you? LuckyDudeXX: I am in if you are. DonTheDude: How about 5pm Friday? LuckyDudeXX: See you then. This was absolutely incredible, but I still had my doubts. I was incredibly aroused still, so I hit the bathroom and jerked off. I came incredibly hard and left a huge puddle of cum on the bathroom floor. I was feeling so dirty and naughty that I hadn't even bothered to use a tissue to catch it this time. I quickly washed up with a baby wipe and headed to the tailor's. I barely made it in time. They finished my alterations, and I took my new clothes home in a garment bag. When I got back I immediately started cleaning the house from top to bottom. By this point I had my own place, but it was tiny. There was no place to hide any extra dirt or garbage. The Visitors I found myself unable to sleep Thursday night. Wonder why? I ended up getting out of bed and watching a comedy movie about three dudes who were obsessed with this pretty girl. The movie was okay, and I had seen it before, but the hilarious scene was one where this one guy was told to jerk himself off before a hot date so that he didn't cum too fast on his actual date. To my surprise I decided to take advice from an otherwise completely fictitious movie. Between Thursday night and early Friday afternoon, when I finally took a shower then a nap, I had jerked myself off probably about 5 or 6 times. I wanted enough cum left that, if it came to it (pun intended), I could give Barb a solid rope, but that I wouldn't have to cum in a minute or two. If Barb and I were in for a hot night, maybe the only hot night we would ever have together, I wanted it to last as long as it could. I dressed nicely, but not too formal, before Don and Barb were to arrive, and opened a bottle of wine. I sat on the couch waiting. 5pm passed. 6pm. I was beginning to think it was a no-go until the phone rang. Don was calling me to say that they got caught up on Friday traffic outside of Boston and that they would be there in about 15 minutes. My heart started to race. They pulled into the driveway about 20 minutes later, and my heart was still racing. The way my house is structured it's hard to see who's getting out of the car in the driveway. A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang. I hopped up to answer the door. I was hoping neither of them would see my semi hardness through my dress slacks. From the looks of Don, who entered first, he had just come from work. He was dressed as it he had just come from the office and then to my house. Barb was dressed conservatively, but had a sexy flare to her. She was wearing what looked like business attire, but she looked far too composed to have just come from work. The first thing that caught me was her bath soap. It wasn't perfume. It wasn't strong enough. It was nice and floral, but not overpowering. It made me want to get closer to her so that I could investigate. For her clothing, she was wearing a medium blue dress shirt with a couple of buttons unbuttoned, a dark gray skirt, maybe a little bit above her knees, dark hose, and a pair of conservative heels, black, maybe 2-3" high. She was wearing a gold necklace and a few rings and bracelets. Her hair and makeup looked perfect. She couldn't possibly have just come from work. When I greeted them, I shook Don's hand first. In one hand he had a suitcase, and he shook my hand with the other. He gave me a male "semi-hug", and greeted me enthusiastically. Barb was shy again. She gave me a tiny smile and a very faint hug. There was nothing telling in her initial response that anything was going to happen tonight, but I had been wrong with her before. In her other hand she was holding a recyclable grocery bag. Apparently she and Don had bought everything we would need for dinner tonight. I invited them in and offered them a seat in my living room. I offered them wine, but Don declined (there was already beer for him in the bag so he reached in and got one), although Barb said that she would like some. I asked if there was anything they needed me to put away, and they handed me the shopping bag. After I got back to the living room we started to hash out details. Me: So, people, thanks so much for coming out on short notice. Don: It's no problem at all. Barb was still not talking, and not really smiling either. We exchanged some more pleasantries, until Don interjected. Don: Sweetie, don't you think you should start dinner? Barb: I suppose so. Lucky, are you hungry? I went with Barb to the kitchen to make sure that she had everything she needed to cook dinner. She told me she was making a chicken parm and a salad, so I got all of her vessels together. When I was done, Barb basically shooed me away, so I went back to sit with Don. Don: Cool house man. Are you ever going to decorate? Me: (rolling eyes) Not if I can help it. Don: (laughing). I hear you brother. With that, Don said that I should pour myself more wine and come back and join him. While I was gone he had produced a photo album and it was sitting on his lap. He explained to me that he and Barb had been "at it", as he'd put it, for the last 5 or so years, and that it all started with soft swaps and parties with their friends, but that recently both of them had started to have a really strong vision about cuckolding and weren't really into swapping wives. Don had prostate cancer a few years back, and while he still had the drive, he needed help to get into full swing. Yes, he had said "full swing", and I chuckled. Thankfully he was really making a pun! The big thing for him was that he needed to tell me about how he can be hot, even with his current situation, and how everything fit together. I respected that. I admit it was odd in a swinging context, but whatever, new things with regards to swinging were always hot to me. Inside of the album he showed me a bunch of pictures of Barb, from former couples (soft swap) parties, in various forms of dress and undress. Sometimes Barb was standing in a kitchen dressed in a great looking party dress, sometimes she was wearing a sailor suit, sometimes she was wearing a sheer cat suit, or Halloween costume, and other times she was doing nothing but laying sexily on their bed wearing a great looking set of lingerie. The pictures were all very nicely taken, and I admit that I was getting hard just looking at them. I saw uncensored versions of the pictures he had sent me through instant messenger months before, even though none of these pictures of Barb were actually fully nude (none of them showed her tits). The final picture in the album was the one with the sheer clothes and high heels, the one taken on the bed, the one that caused me to respond to their ad in the first place. I let Don know that it was hot to see an uncensored version, and he took the picture out of the album, and gave it to me for "safe keeping". He said that he had another copy at home and would replace it in the album when he got back there. When dinner was ready, Barb came into the living room and gave a nod to Don. Don motioned that we should go somewhere to eat. I setup the kitchen table for us, since I did not have a dining room at that time. We all sat down and had a nice dinner. Don, as always, did most of the talking, and it was fun, just not erotic at all. In my head, while I was having a good time, just could not parse how I would end up having sex with Barb that night. She just seemed so disconnected. She looked hot, and as I've said repeatedly, I wanted to fuck her SO BAD, but at the same time, it was awkward at that time. (SIDE NOTE: Some of you might be wondering why I was letting Don have free reign in my house. I wasn't. I was in control of myself, and that was a good start. If something went bad, pussy or no pussy, they would have been forced to leave. Plus, there was nothing but upside when I was offered the chance to fuck and cum inside a pretty sexy-looking woman who was 17 years my senior. I was more than happy to run with Don's plan and approach. Also, Don wasn't in charge. I wasn't in charge. Barb was in charge.) Dinner proceeded basically uneventfully, and continued to be startlingly normal. Then Don piped up and said that he wanted to take some pictures of Barb after dinner. He said that he was hoping to add to their album, and Barb didn't seem to be interested. On Don stressed that it would be Barb alone in these pictures, and that he complemented her and said that she was sexy, and that everybody here wanted to see her new sexy pictures, she gave in. It was decided that with the 3 outfits that Don had packed into their suitcase, there would be a photo session in my house. (Again, I can't believe that this stuff happened in real life. Of course, everybody who has fantasies wants this stuff to happen, but when they do, you can't help but shake your head over the dumb luck that life sends your way sometimes.) Making Photos Don grabbed his photography gear from the suitcase, and asked where Barb should setup to change. I hedged and pointed him to my bedroom upstairs, after all if Barb and I were going to fuck, then that would be the place. They disappeared for maybe 15 minutes, and then Don reappeared. He started putting his camera gear together. He seemed in good spirits and assured me that I was going to love this "show". It was about 9pm at this point. Barb still hadn't appeared, but since Don was waiting and toying with his camera gear, I assumed that all would remain fine. At about 9:15pm, I heard the clack of (what I assumed was) high heels on the hardwood floor upstairs, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Looks like Barb was ready. Don had his camera ready, so when she emerged from the staircase, he was already snapping pictures. Barb looked really hot, although she was more clothed than I'd thought Don was going to go with. She was wearing a black business suit, white dress shirt, buttoned pretty far down (there were practically no buttons on this shirt — it was amazing!), nylons, and 5" black heels. Her hair was up, and she strutted to his egging on. Eventually she was sitting on a coffee table, crossing her legs on and off, trying not to show her crotch, and bending forward ever so slightly. It was clear to all involved that she was not wearing a bra. After a little bit more of this, Don called it a wrap and sent Barb back upstairs. Swing Chronicles Ch. 02: Barb and Don In another 15 minutes or so, you could hear the clacking again, and Don got in position to take some more shots. This time around, Barb was wearing a knit, navy blue, sweater dress with what appeared to be the same nylons and heels. The dress fell just slightly above her knees. She strutted around and posed, with Don's encouragement, and eventually Don settled her down on the couch. Every time that Barb moved, you could see the sweater gapping a bit. It wasn't that thick, and you could make out the outline of her breasts, and of her hips, but I was hoping for something a little bit more exposing as part of this show. I wasn't disappointed, but I did want more. Once seated on the couch, Don got Barb to tease by spreading her legs or by pushing her chest forward to strain the fabric on the sweater dress. I kept trying to see more but couldn't. I was hard as a rock again and I felt quite uncomfortable. Thankfully I was able to sit in such a way that hopefully they could not see my raging hard on. Or at least I'd hoped they could not. After a few more pictures, Don dispersed this part of the shoot, and Barb went upstairs. He asked how I was enjoying it, and I said that was an obvious question. He said that I would enjoy the last outfit of the night, and I'd wondered what I would be. Maybe 5 or so minutes after that, the clacking reappeared, and I'd wondered what was next. Then the clacking started again, then stopped. I waited. What was happening? After a few more minutes, more clacking, and then Don started shooting again. He practically jumped up and had the camera ready before Barb was even half way down the stairs. Barb appeared, wearing nothing more than a skimpy light blue thong and the black high heels. She was covering her tits with her other arm and posing as well as she could. Finally, she turned her back to me, and pulled her arm away. Don took a couple more pictures, and then she put her arm back up. Barb walked out of the room and back upstairs. Don declared that the photos were over for the night, and that it was time for him to turn in. Nightie Night I asked if Barb was coming back down, and he wasn't sure. I sat downstairs for another 15 minutes, or maybe an eternity, and finally I went upstairs to the bedroom. Don's room was quiet, and the light was off. My room had all the lights on, and the master bathroom door was closed with the light on and the water was running. I switched off the upstairs lights, closed the bedroom door, and sat on the edge of the bed. There was no change in the status of Barb, or at least I'd thought it was Barb, in the bathroom. I decided to strip off all my clothes, and to crawl under the sheets and to just wait. Finally, the bathroom light went off, and the door opened. Barb was wearing the same black negligee from their swingers add on the website, but this time she was barefoot, and quite clearly she wasn't wearing any panties. It looked like she was completely shaved, but it was hard to tell at the moment. I turned my head to her, and nodded, but I can't recall if my jaw was dropped at that point. I motioned for her to come closer, and she sat on the bed next to where I was laying nude under the covers. For most of the evening, Barb had said practically nothing. I reached up my face and started to kiss her, first slowly, but soon she was devouring my mouth as she had at the Cloverleaf. Without warning, she bolted out of bed. I was surprised and I'm sure the look on my face was one of genuine concern. She opened the door a crack and switched off the lights. Then she pulled back the covers and got on top of me. I held us tight while I pushed myself into a position where I was sitting upright. My cock was so hard, and in spite of all my jerking off from earlier, I could still feel that I was oozing pre-cum. Barb and I were still locking lips, and I could feel her womanly slickness from underneath her negligee. She continued to eat my mouth hungrily, and this went on for some time, maybe half hour. I started to attack her tits through he negligee, and she started to grind her slit against my member. It was getting to a point where the head of my penis was starting to part her pussy lips, and I almost entered her pussy a couple of times. She started to speak in husky and hushed tones. Barb: I think you should get a condom. Me: Mmmmm, yeah? Barb: Can't you see how wet I am? Me: Yeah. Barb: I need you inside me so bad. Me: (fingering her clit between my thumb and index fingers) I know. Barb: Why are you teasing me then? I remembered the earlier conversations with Don just now, and decided that if there was a time to be up front, then it was now. Me: I'm not teasing you. Barb: Yes, you are. I want you to fuck me. Me: I'm going to. Barb: But? Me: Without a condom. And with that I shoved my cock all the way into Barb and held her hips down on it. I didn't thrust just yet. Barb: Jesus, what are you doing?! (she whispered in my ear) Barb: Don's going to hear us. (more whispering) Me: I know. Barb: Uhh, *grunting*, unggh. What? I grabbed Barb's hips and started to fuck her right then. I held her in place so that it would not be easy for her to squirm away. Barb: Lucky, please. Me: Please, what? Barb: Condom. Me: Doesn't this feel hot right now? I continued to fuck her with a strong and steady pace. Barb: (whispering) Don't you know I could get pregnant right now? Still? Maybe? Me: We all know that could happen. (I emphasized the word ALL.) And with that, Barb literally rode the shit out of me for the next 15 to 20 minutes. I got the feeling that we were being watched from the doorway, but it didn't matter. At some point, I had flipped Barb over and was drilling the shit out of her from on top. I had one arm around her waist, and was bracing myself with my other arm on the headboard of the bed. She never told me that she was cumming, but given how slick she was, and how she held my groin so tight to her by locking her legs around me, I am sure that she had no complaints. After some more time, I had enough, announced that I was about to cum, and pounded Barb as hard as I possibly could. It felt like I unleashed not a rope into her, but maybe a rope factory. After resting and sleeping for a bit, we resumed, but this time Barb stripped off her negligee. I don't know why I didn't bother to take it off in the first place! I fucked her twice more that night, and a third time in the morning, when Don was clearly in the doorway watching us. To date, Barb was easily the best lover I'd ever had. Was looking forward to more adventures with her and Don, assuming that there were to be more adventures. Time would tell as it always did.