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Swing Chronicles Ch. 03a

By: LuckyGuy96



Swing Chronicles Ch. 3 (1 of 3): Barb and Don

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.

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 32 at the time this story took place.

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.

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.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to reframe the best stories first. Reading through the whole history (if you're an aficionado of swinging and threesomes specifically) will be worth it in the end.

Thanks to MidtownKitten for editing this story.

*****

After our last encounter at my home, and three identical encounters immediately following, Barb and Don went idle again. I had anticipated that they might go off the grid for a bit and so was pleasantly surprised when three months later, Don hit me up on Instant Messenger to ask if I wanted to get together with him and Barb at the hotel on Friday. It had been a while since I had heard anything from them, so I asked how they had been and if everything was still cool, and Don assured me they were great and still up for a hot time together if I was. And I definitely was! 

The only thing bugging me was the vague nature of Don's messages. When I pushed him for what exactly he had in mind for our rendezvous on Friday, all he would say was, "details to come later." We had played basically the same scene four times at this point - it was always Barb in a sexy outfit, me fucking her as hard as I could, cumming inside her, then doing it all again. I was still incredibly hot for Barb so I had no problem with doing the same scene again, but something told me they were getting tired of it (or maybe tired of me!) and wanted to try something different. 

By Friday morning, I hadn't heard back from them to confirm any details and had all but convinced myself that Barb and Don had lost interest in getting together again. Then I got the call.

"Lucky, it's Barb. I don't have much time to talk right now, but I hope you're still coming to the hotel tonight."

"I don't know," I replied. "It seems like you guys have plans in mind that you're not telling me..."

Barb paused and then said, "Yes, there are other plans, but it's hard to discuss in detail over the phone. Please come, Lucky?"

How could I say no? "For you guys, I'll do it," I replied. 

"Great! Oh and Lucky - rest up!"

*****

When I got to the hotel that night around 10pm, I spotted Barb right away. She was hard to miss. Sitting on a couch in the hotel lounge, she was wearing a black cocktail dress with a sexy criss-cross pattern above her cleavage and a killer pair of "fuck me" stilettos. She had cut and coloured her hair with fresh highlights and had just enough of a tan to perfectly set off the string of pearls she wore around her neck. All in all, everything about her new look really tickled my eyes. 

She was surrounded by vultures vying for her attention, but I walked right past them, keeping my eyes glued to Barb. She bounced up to greet me with a passionate kiss that would leave anybody watching with no doubt we were lovers, and that was enough to send all her would-be suitors on their way. 

"Do you want a drink?" she asked as we sat down together. 

"Sure," I replied. 

I ordered a gin and tonic and we made small talk while we waited for it to arrive. Up until now, Barb had always had very little to say, but tonight she was chattering nonstop, always skirting around what we were actually going to do and the fact that so far, Don was nowhere to be seen. It was only after I had my drink in my hand that the topic of conversation changed. 


"I want to let you know what's going on," she told me. "Ever since our first meeting, Don has been escalating things in the bedroom. He takes his meds and the sex has been amazing! And the thing is... he wants to be more involved now."

I nodded and sipped my drink. This actually didn't surprise me at all. "I always thought he was going to join us at some point and was kind of wondering why he hadn't."

Barb smiled and said, "Well, you're an amazing lover - God, I love your cock and your
cum - it drives me literally out of my clothes and out of my mind - but Don wants things to go in a different direction."

"I see. What does he have in mind? And where is he anyway?"

"He's waiting for us in the room. And he doesn't just want to join us... he wants to film us too." She must have seen the uncertainty written all over my face because she hurried to continue, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but this scenario is something that turns both of us on very much and we'd like you to be part of it."

Even though I was dying to fuck her again, I had to be honest with her. "The threesome part I like, but the filming part? Not so much."

"Don said he won't film your face, or we brought along some costume masks that you could wear if you prefer that. Plus, we'd like you to spend the night in our room and we'll treat you to a nice champagne brunch tomorrow morning."

By now I was seriously considering their proposition, but I still felt like there was something Barb wasn't telling me. Seeing my hesitation, she said, "Lucky, do you remember that first night when we nearly fucked in the back of your SUV?"

I nodded. I remembered it all too well. "That was a hot night," I replied. 

"Yes it was," Barb agreed, "Not only because it was a bit naughty, but because it was a surprise, something that was new and exciting. Don knows how much I like it when things are new and exciting, so this time, we wanted to surprise you, and maybe all be surprised by trying something new together." She touched my hand lightly with hers and I could see the longing in her eyes when she asked, "So, are you in?"

I didn't need any more convincing. "I'm in," I said. "What now?"

"You? Finish your drink and then meet us in room 1218. Me? I'm going up to get ready."

I wanted to push her for more details about what kind of surprises she and Don had planned, but she was already standing up to leave. She leaned in to murmur into my ear, "Don't take too long. We'll be waiting." 

Leaving me with a quick peck on the cheek, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the elevator. 

*****

I stood outside room 1218 and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. All of this was very new to me and I had no idea how it was going to play out. I knocked on the door and heard footsteps that definitely did not belong to Barb coming to answer. 

Don swung open the door and greeted me with a fist bump and an ear to ear grin. "Come on in, Lucky!"

He led me into the hotel room and I could tell right away that they had spared no expense to set the scene for tonight's activities. We were in the penthouse on the top floor of the hotel - a gigantic room with floor to ceiling windows that offered an amazing view of the entire city. I would have taken more time to explore the room, but was distracted by the sheer amount of AV equipment Don had set up. 

"This is going to be so fucking hot, don't you think, Lucky?" he asked. I nodded. I could already see the huge tent in the front of his pants. "So, are you camera shy?"

"Yes and no," I replied. "I'm not really into having my face on film, but I am excited to be in your movie."

Don pointed towards the desk and said, "Just pick out a mask and we'll roll with that."

I chose a black masquerade mask from the row of options lined up on the desk, but it was the six boxes of condoms next to them that really got my attention. 

"Don, what's with all these?" I asked.

"They're for you," he answered. I couldn't hide my shock and disappointment. Not wearing a condom was part of what had made the experience of fucking Barb so incredible. Don must have known what I was thinking because he was quick to reassure me, "Don't worry, Lucky. Tonight is going to be so fucking hot and I'm sure we're all going to have a fantastic time, but there are some things that might happen where we'd all be more comfortable if you wore protection."

I picked up one of the boxes and looked at it doubtfully. 

"Hey, the cute chick at the pharmacy told me that those are the thinnest and the best you can get!" Don said.

"Oh yeah? What did she say about the other five boxes?" I quipped back. 

We both laughed, which seemed to lighten the mood in the room.

Don put a friendly hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't get me wrong - watching you shoot a load into Barb is hot. Just not tonight, okay?"

Then as if on cue, Barb called out from the bathroom, "Are you guys ready?"

"Hang on!" Don yelled, grabbing the camera off the tripod. "Put your mask on, Lucky," he hissed at me, then called out to Barb, "Ready for your grand entrance, baby. Come on out!"

I got my mask on just as Barb emerged from the bathroom, but it did nothing to hide the way my jaw dropped when I saw her. She was wearing a black, silk robe that barely covered her mound, black g-string panties, and black platform stripper sandals with easily a six-inch heel. Her hair was piled up sexily and she was wearing an obscene amount of makeup. She had removed her pearls and the only piece of jewelry she still wore was a delicate ankle bracelet. The robe left almost nothing to the imagination and both Don and I audibly gasped at the overall image she created. 

Barb paused for a moment, seemingly uncertain about what to do next. Then Don started egging her on. "Jesus, Barb, you look so fucking hot! Dance for us, baby. Cue the music, Lucky!" he told me, motioning to the DVD player. I hit the play button and a seductive jazz melody filled the room. Barb started gyrating slowly to the music as Don encouraged her, "That's it, tease us. Swing your hips to the groove!"

I was so mesmerized by the scene in front of me that Don had to call my name three times before I finally snapped out of it. He was in full director mode now and instructed me to sit on the foot of the bed while Barb danced for me. She started rubbing up against my face and neck, then turned around and started grinding her ass right into my raging hard on. The more she moved, the more I could make out a faint jingling, but before I could figure out what it was, Don was directing her again. 


"Start stripping for him, you sexy bitch! Show him what a slut you really are!"

Barb turned to face me and started gyrating wildly. Her robe came undone and she just managed to turn her back to me before she stripped it off completely, letting it fall at my feet. When she turned around again, I finally saw what the jingling had been. Barb was wearing a set of nipple clamps joined with a silver chain that chimed softly every time she moved. Although her breasts were not that large to begin with, the weight of the chain and the pressure of the clamps made her nipples look huge and swollen, which just made her entire body all the more enticing. 

I reached up and ran my fingers across the chain a few times, stopping on either side to give each nipple a soft pinch. Barb let out a guttural moan and leaned down, resting her palms on my thighs, giving me easier access to her beautiful breasts. I continued playing with her nipples, her moans like music to my ears, until finally I grabbed the chain and gave it a firm tug towards me. Barb's mouth met mine hungrily and I could feel her excitement growing as I explored her mouth with my tongue, all the while twisting her clamped nipples. Suddenly she was bucking her hips against me and her moans turned into sharp cries of ecstasy as she came, squirting powerfully and completely soaking her skimpy g-string.

"So fucking hot," Don said, handing the camera to me. He got down on his hands and knees, pushed his face into Barb's pussy and started enthusiastically going down on her. When Barb began to respond with small sighs and moans of pleasure, Don paused to look up at me and said, "Whatever you do, keep filming!"

Barb was still leaning into my lap, but she was also nibbling on my neck and licking and sucking my earlobes. The motion of Don's head so close to my own crotch was a bit disconcerting and I wasn't sure exactly what part of the action I was supposed to be filming, but I kept the camera rolling anyway. I captured Barb's increasingly louder screams as she got closer and closer to cumming, and then the incredible intensity of her second orgasm as she squirted once again, this time all over Don's face.

"So fucking hot," Don said as he stood up. That seemed to be his phrase of choice to describe everything that happened that night - he must have said it a hundred times over the course of the evening. At that moment, however, we all needed a breather. Don went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, Barb leaned against the desk, still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, and I stayed where I was sitting, lost in thought. 

Having Don join us was throwing more of a wrench into things than I thought it would. Of course, he was her husband and had every right to be involved, especially because it seemed like she was just as into this new scenario as he was. And Barb was an amazing woman who loved to be fucked and deserved to be fucked in as many ways as she desired. I just hoped that she still wanted to fuck me. I'm sure I was an alright lover when I was with other women, but when I was with Barb - I was a man unleashed, a porn star even without the camera. I could stay hard, hold my cum, and fuck for hours. I wanted to be able to do that again, and even though I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, I knew dealing with Don - and the camera - was going to be a challenge.

*****

"Okay, next scene!" Don exclaimed as he came out of the bathroom still drying his face with a towel. "Barb, I want you to undress Lucky and then I want you to suck him off."

I looked at Barb to see how she felt about this, but I couldn't quite read her face. "Okay," was all she said in a quiet voice. 

"Start by just making out," Don directed, picking up the camera again. "Everybody ready? And... action!"

Barb approached me and I drew her close. We started kissing passionately and I felt my cock coming to life again, which was fortunate because it wasn't long before Barb had stripped me completely naked. 

"Take off her g-string. Slowly!" Don called out. "Then rub it under your nose and take in the hotness!" 

I did as he asked, leaving Barb totally nude, except for the nipple clamps and her shoes. When I brought the still damp panties up to my nose and inhaled deeply, I was amazed by how much the musky scent turned me on. I ended up keeping that g-string as a souvenir from what was quickly becoming an unforgettable night.

"Now suck his dick, you nasty, sexy whore!" Don yelled. 

Barb took my semi-flaccid penis in her mouth and started to suck, slowly at first, and then more aggressively. My dick was just starting to respond when Don suddenly stopped us and announced that he wanted to see us fuck. 

I looked over at the desk covered in condoms, but Don shook his head and said, "You don't need to put one on yet - I just want to get you two fucking, as long as you don't cum. After all, the night is still young! Barb, why don't you start on top?"

I lay down on the bed and Barb got on top of me. Her pussy felt unbelievably hot and wet as she started fucking me, but as much as I loved it, I was still only at half-mast. She kept riding me harder and faster, but after about ten minutes of this, it was clear that it wasn't working for either of us. 

"Stop!" Barb finally said, climbing off of me. I thought we were probably going to take another break, but to my surprise, she had something else in mind. "Let's do this all the way and let's do it now! Take off your fucking clothes, Don!"

Both Don and I were a little taken aback by how quickly Barb had taken control of the situation. Don whinged bit about how he was supposed to be the director, and me - well, I wasn't entirely sure what "do this all the way" even meant. Barb wasn't having any of it. She explained in no uncertain terms that she wanted both of us to fuck her at once - starting with one of us in her pussy and one in her ass, and then both of us in her pussy together. While it shocked me to hear her describing exactly what she wanted in such explicit detail, it also got me highly aroused. 

Don handed me the camera, and while he undressed, I placed it back on the tripod and faced it towards the bed so that it would capture everything that took place there. Barb was now fully in command and sat squarely in front of the camera at the foot of the bed. She motioned for Don and me to stand in front of her, slightly to each side, and then taking my cock in one hand and Don's in the other, she began slowly and deliberately jerking us off. As her hands moved up and down, she began talking dirty to us, saying things I would never have imagined coming out of her mouth, all in a soft, husky voice that my cock could not resist. Soon I was rock-hard and ready for our full-blown threesome on film. 

Barb continued to stroke us with her hands, then began alternating between our cocks with her mouth. It was all fantastic, until she reached up and pushed our hips together. Don and I shot each other a questioning look and then I quickly put my hands behind my back and he did the same. We didn't have much time to worry about touching each other though, because no sooner had Barb pushed us together, than she was stuffing both our cocks in her mouth at once and sucking them with reckless abandon. Don and I looked at each other wide-eyed. Neither of us could believe this was really happening. 

I knew that if she kept going like this, I would not be able to hold out much longer, and she probably knew it too. "Enough of this!" she exclaimed. "Gentlemen, get your condoms." Don and I both put our rubbers on and waited for Barb's instructions. "Lucky, you lay down on the bed," she told me. As soon as I was on my back, Barb was on top of me, fucking me with a smooth rhythm. "My God, you are so huge right now!" she said, pushing me even closer to the edge. Even though I loved fucking Barb fast and raw, having the condom on and keeping a steady pace was certainly going to help me - and the threesome - last a lot longer. 


Swing Chronicles Ch. 03a



Don got on the bed behind his wife and even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was licking her asshole and getting her lubed up. A few minutes later, I felt him enter her ass and start fucking her from behind, slowly at first and then harder. I could feel him moving through Barb's pussy wall and with both holes filled, she felt especially wet and tight. She must have cum at least two more times as the three of us fucked together.

At some point, Barb decided it was time to change things up. I heard a condom being snapped off and then I felt Don's cock squeezing alongside mine inside Barb's pussy. I had no idea this could be so hot or feel so good. It didn't take long for Don to announce he was going to cum and after a few minutes of pounding Barb hard and fast, I came too. We stayed like that for a few minutes with Don resting on Barb's back and Barb laying against my chest, the three of us in a sweaty and satisfied heap. 

I must have dozed off for a while, but when I woke up it was around 3am and I was alone in the bed. I got up to get a drink and found Barb and Don awake and chatting on the couch. They offered me some sparkling water, which I accepted, and the three of us talked until just before dawn. Finally, Don said he was ready to turn in and switched the lights off as he headed for the bed. Barb said she needed to freshen up and headed for the bathroom. I stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes, lulled to sleep by the sound of the thunderstorm outside. 

*****

Considering the night I was having, it wasn't all that surprising that my dreams were filled with wild sex, mostly with Barb. When I felt the familiar softness of her pussy enveloping my hard cock, I was sure I was still dreaming. 

"Fuck, you are so hot," I mumbled, still half asleep. 

Just then, there was a crash of thunder and in the flash of lightning that illuminated the room, I saw Barb's naked body straddling my hips with her back arched and her head thrown back. This was no dream! 

The feel of Barb riding me without a condom was pure pleasure. She let out a low moan and leaned forward to let her tongue swirl sensuously in my mouth. We were hungry for each other in the way that only lovers are, and as our fucking became more ferocious, I couldn't help but marvel at the dumb luck that had got me tangled up with a woman like her.

I came deep inside her and I'm pretty sure she came again too. Afterwards, she snuggled in next to me and we caught our breath together. I turned my head towards the clock - the sun would be up soon - and in another flash of lightning, noticed Don propped up on one elbow, watching us intently from the bed. 

Other than brunch, I had no idea what the plans were for the next day, or if they included me at all. I did know that if they were anything like tonight, I was going to need some serious rest before the morning. 

To be continued.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 03b



Background

This story is mostly 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.

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 32 at the time this story took place.

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.

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.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to reframe the best stories first. Reading through the whole history (if you're an aficionado of swinging and threesomes specifically) will be worth it in the end.

Thanks to MidtownKitten for editing this story.

*****

Barb and I spent most weekends together. The sex was hot and we were enjoying each other's company immensely. One thing that always served as a great prelude to fucking, was reading the responses we got to the ad we had posted on the swing site that advertised us a couple, and our desire to find a sexy younger woman to join us. Although seeing all the gorgeous ladies who were interested in us and thinking about all the things we could do with them was a major turn-on for both of us, over the course of about a year, we only ended up meeting three of the girls in person and even though they were all very attractive, none of them was the right fit for us. Both Barb and Don were getting antsy and knowing that they had hoped I would be the one to turn their fantasy of a girlfriend for Barb into a reality, I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Finally I decided we all needed to sit down together to discuss our options. Plus, I already had a new approach in mind. 

Later that night, Barb, Don, and I found ourselves sitting around their living room, drinking wine and waiting for one of us to start the conversation we were there to have. I was about to jump in with my idea when Don let out a sigh and said, "I just don't understand what we're doing wrong. We have a great profile with lots of hot pictures of the two of you. It seems like there's plenty of interest, but it's been a year and we haven't made any progress! The whole situation is getting pretty fucking irritating."

"I agree," I replied. "And I think we've been going about this all wrong."

"What do you mean, Lucky?" Barb asked.

"Well, we have our ad online and we've just been waiting for women to come to us, but maybe we need to go to them." Barb and Don both looked at me quizzically, but at least they were listening, so I continued, "Have you ever seen those videos where a more mature woman "randomly" meets a girl somewhere - maybe a bar, maybe the mall, it doesn't matter - and eventually brings her home under the guise of doing a screen test for nude modelling or something like that? Usually one thing leads to another and - "

"No way, Lucky," Don interrupted me. "We don't want to trick anyone into having sex and we certainly don't want to pay anyone for sex. We're not looking for a prostitute here!"

"Okay, I get that," I said. "But I think setting up a scenario where we could meet women in person, start a conversation and see where things go makes sense. Don, I know how much you love capturing things on film and video, so maybe you're the photographer in this scenario and Barb and I are your models. We could start with a few shoots on the college campus. What do you think?"

Barb came over to me, a big smile on her face, and sat on my lap. She brought her warm lips to mine and started kissing me, tenderly at first, then more passionately. I felt my cock stiffen almost instantly and by the way Barb groaned into my mouth and pressed her ass into my hardness, I knew she felt it too. I guess she liked the new plan.

Don was watching us with barely concealed lust. "That's what I'm talking about," he muttered. "That's fucking hot."

The three of us made our way to their bedroom, losing our clothes along the way. I drove into Barb, fucking her bareback while Don lay next to us, stroking his cock. I filled Barb's pussy with hot cum and then watched as Don ate my creampie out of her dripping snatch before fucking her wildly himself. Eventually we all fell asleep together, full of excitement about starting fresh on the mission to find Barb a girlfriend and about who we might meet. 

*****

We started doing photo shoots with Don as the photographer and Barb and me as the "talent" almost every weekend. We would get dressed up and head to a park near the local college, where inevitably we would attract the attention of a young woman or two. Depending on how the conversation went, we sometimes went out for lunch together, or sometimes got their contact information, and if Barb decided she was interested, she might arrange to meet them again for a more intimate encounter. We were all having a lot of fun, but even though Barb was meeting lots of interesting young women and definitely enjoying the experience, she hadn't found someone with whom she felt a true spark. That was about to change. 

It was a crisp, early October afternoon and we were shooting in the park as usual. We were wearing business attire - Me in a stylish new suit and Barb in a short skirt with a matching fitted blazer over a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of her creamy cleavage. Combined with her stockings, high heels, pulled back hair and sexy librarian glasses, Barb's entire outfit was driving me wild and I almost hoped we wouldn't meet anyone that day so I could take her home and fuck her myself. 

It was a sunny day, but there was a chill in the air that seemed to be keeping most people indoors. I was about to suggest calling it a day when I noticed a woman strolling by with a pencil and sketch pad in hand. I caught her eye and gave her a smile, not expecting anything to come of it, but to my surprise, she smiled back and then sat down on a nearby bench - presumably to continue drawing, but I could tell she was watching us. This is how we met Kathryn.

Kathryn appeared to be in her mid-20's and was what you might describe as a small BBW. She was a tall girl with broad hips, a thick waist and thighs, pale skin, and a mop of sandy brown hair. She was dressed in a button-up flannel shirt with tight jeans, high heeled boots and fingernails painted black. She had a bit of a goth edge to her and she carried herself with a confidence that many girls her age were lacking. I knew right away there was something special about her. 

"Okay you two, let's take a break!" Don called out and started fiddling with his camera. 

I chatted casually with Barb, but made sure to keep an eye on Kathryn. When I saw her stand up and start walking towards us, my heart started beating just a little bit faster. She introduced herself as an art student at the college and asked about our photo shoot. I noticed that she and Barb seemed to hit it off right away and might even have said there was at least a hint of flirtation happening between them. It didn't surprise me at all when Barb asked Kathryn if she wanted to join us for a bite to eat. I could tell she wanted to get to know this girl better - and so did I.

Over an early dinner, we learned that Kathryn had a young child with her now ex-boyfriend and had only recently returned to school and moved into her own place. She was newly single and interested in casual dating and having fun. So far so good. Don showed her some of the photos from our previous shoots stored on his camera and she seemed genuinely impressed - and maybe a little turned on. We were all trying to feel each other out - Kathryn being very charming, Barb playing coy, and Don and I just along for the ride. Over the course of our meal, the sexual attraction between the two women became increasingly clear and by the time we left the restaurant, they had already arranged to meet up again, just the two of them. 

On the drive back to their place, Barb was almost giddy with excitement, but it turned out Don didn't share her feelings. After dancing around the subject for a while, he finally admitted that he simply didn't think Kathryn was hot enough. It was true that she may not have been what most people would consider conventionally "hot" but as Barb pointed out, she was different than any of the other girls we had met and maybe that was a good thing. 

Still not sold, Don said, "I just don't think she's the right one."

"We're looking for a girlfriend for me, not for you, remember?" Barb replied, then asked, "What do you think, Lucky?"

"I would fuck her in a heartbeat," I said without hesitation. 

"I would fuck YOU in a heartbeat," she purred, catching my eye in the rearview mirror with an expression that said 'just wait till we get home.'

We had barely closed their front door behind us before Barb was all over me. The three of us went upstairs and Don and I undressed her together, our hands all over her body. We took turns fucking all of her holes in what turned into another wild night of threesome fun. We soaked the sheets in cum and when we were all thoroughly exhausted, fell asleep together in their big bed. 

*****

Two weeks went by and I heard nothing from Barb and Don. I was curious to find out what was going on with Kathryn, if anything, but decided to give them their space and let them call me. I did get a very interesting call that night, but it wasn't from them. It was from Kathryn herself. 

"So Lucky," she began. "I've been out with your girlfriend a couple times now and I think she's amazing."

Not knowing exactly what Barb had told her about our relationship, I played dumb. "Girlfriend?" I asked. 

"Oh, come on, Lucky! It was obvious to me from the very beginning that you two were fucking, I just didn't know that you had a regular thing with her and that Don not only knows about it, but loves it! So, do you think Barb is into me or what?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "But you did mention you had an ex-boyfriend... so a better question might be, are you into women?"

"Definitely. I mean, I'll usually make camp with a guy, but I do like a lady on the side. And Barb is smokin' hot!"

"That she is," I agreed. "And what about Don?" I was half teasing her and half serious. 

Kathryn laughed and said, "I don't mind him. I'd even fuck him if that's part of the program with you guys. But to be honest, Lucky, I'm much more interested in getting to know her boyfriend than her husband. What are you doing tomorrow night?" 

I was surprised that she would ask me out and it wasn't something I had discussed with Barb and Don beforehand so I didn't know how they would feel about it. I did know that they happened to be out of town for the weekend and that judging by Kathryn's flirtatious tone, she probably had more in mind for our date than just some dinner. I also knew that just talking to her had got me half hard and I couldn't wait to see her again. 

The next night, I arrived at our agreed upon restaurant, ordered a beer and waited for Kathryn to arrive. I stood up when I saw her in the doorway and she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed unassumingly - a faux fur coat over the flannel shirt she had been wearing when we first met, a denim mini-skirt over black leggings with knee-high boots, thick glasses, and her hair in a ponytail. 

We ordered food and made small talk that quickly turned into more colourful talk about our sexual experiences, our likes and dislikes, and of course the situation with Barb and Don. She was interested in being part of it, if they wanted her to be, but was also concerned that with four of us involved, there was a good chance things might get complicated somewhere down the road. 

I mostly listened and nodded, but at the same time, I was imagining tearing her shirt open and feeling her bare breasts in my hands, pulling her skirt down and spreading her soft ass cheeks for my hard cock. 

"Do you want to see it or not?" she asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Sorry, what?"

"My special shirt, Lucky. I wore it just for you. Do you want to see it or not?"

"Sure," I replied uncertainly. There didn't seem to be anything special about the shirt she was wearing... until she started unbuttoning it to reveal what was underneath. As Kathryn pulled apart the flannel, I took in her full breasts straining against skin-tight black rubber, the outline of her nipples clearly visible, and something else that I couldn't quite make out. I had seen pictures of fetish gear that looked like this, but never in-person, and my cock responded immediately. 

"Do you like it?"

I nodded, unable to reply coherently. 

"I thought you might," she said with a smile as she buttoned up her shirt. 

By that time, we were finished our meal and the waiter was clearing away our plates. "Would you like any tea or coffee?" he asked us. 

"No thanks," Kathryn answered for both of us. "We can go back to my place and have tea there."

*****

Kathryn lived in a third floor walk-up in a neighbourhood I would have preferred not to be in this late at night. The tiny space was is a state of disarray with boxes everywhere, artwork leaning against the walls, and piles of books and clothes that looked like they were about to topple all over the place. 

"Sorry for the mess!" she said as she took off her boots and headed to the kitchen to put the water on to boil. 

I cleared a space off the couch and the coffee table and let Kathryn put the teapot and cups down in front of us before she came to sit beside me. 

She started to say, "Do you want milk or - " but I cut her off mid-sentence by moving in for a kiss on the lips. She reciprocated passionately and we made out for several minutes before I started to get bolder. I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, letting my hands roam her curves through the rubber of her top. Still teasing her mouth with my tongue, I slipped one hand under her skirt and gently stroked her mound through the thin fabric of her leggings. That's when she broke away from me and I could see that she was breathing heavily, her face flushed and her lips quivering. Slow down, Lucky, I reminded myself. She's just a young thing and you have all night. 

"Hey, do you want to see the shoes I just bought?" she asked. She was excited but also nervous, and maybe looking for a bit of a distraction, so I played along. 

"Sure," I said, leaning back casually. 

She went into the bedroom and returned with a pair of six-inch leopard print stilettos with an ankle strap. "Do you like them?"

"Hot and slutty - which is exactly how I like them!" I said. "There's just one problem."

"What's that?"

You're not wearing them!"

Kathryn stared at me for what seemed like a long time and then without a word, she turned and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back out wearing nothing but the rubber top, a sheer black g-string and those incredible shoes. She had also taken off her glasses and let her hair down. I motioned for her to turn for me, which she did. Then I motioned for her to come back to the couch, but she shook her head.

"Why don't we go to the bedroom instead?" she said and I didn't have to be asked twice!

Her bedroom was mostly empty other than a few boxes here and there and a mattress in the middle of the floor. We lay down together and continued kissing and petting like a couple of teenagers for almost an hour. Somewhere along the way, I lost my shirt and pants, and took off Kathryn's g-string so that I had free access to her wet pussy. Trailing my mouth down her body, I pushed her legs apart and went down on her, first fucking her with just my tongue, and then with my tongue and two fingers. She tasted sweet and musky and I enjoyed every second of eating her out until she was writhing in ecstasy. She squirted when she came, covering my face with her slick wetness. 

In the darkness, I could feel her chest heaving and her skin damp with sweat. I had already soaked the front of my briefs with pre-cum so when she pulled them off and took my cock in her mouth, I knew I wouldn't last long. She gave amazing head, taking me deeper and deeper with every thrust, until I was grabbing her hair and jamming my cock all the way down her throat. I warned her that I was going to cum and gave her a chance to pull back, but instead she opened her mouth even wider around my shaft, took hold of my hips and pulled me all the way in. Bucking against her face, I blew a huge load straight down her throat. After she had licked my still dripping cock clean, she wrapped her arms around me and we shared a long kiss. I fell asleep next to her with the taste of her cum on my lips mixed with my own cum on hers. 

*****

It was still dark and I was half asleep when something warm and wet woke my cock up again. At first I thought it was Barb, as riding me like this was a favorite move of hers, but a quick exploration of the now naked body straddling me reminded me of Kathryn's sensuous curves and I felt my cock stiffen even more. 

I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper, but instead of putting it on with her hands, Kathryn slid the ultra-thin latex sheath down my rod with her mouth. It was incredibly hot and when she climbed back on top of me and lowered herself onto my dick, her pussy felt so tight around me, it was all I could do not to cum right then and there. Instead, I sat up and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. I was surprised to feel something cold and metallic on my tongue and realized that both Kathryn's nipples were pierced with small, silver barbells. I started playing with them as I fucked her and she started to get loud in response. The louder she got, the harder I fucked her, until the sounds of her screams and our bodies slamming together filled the room. With a final thrust, I came inside her and she collapsed on top of me, letting my cock go soft inside the condom as we dozed off together again. 

Light was filling the room when I woke up the next morning. Kathryn appeared to be asleep, so I decided to get up and get freshened up a bit. I came out of the bathroom and was about to go put on a pot of coffee when a buzzing sound from the bedroom caught my attention. I poked my head in to investigate and what I saw got my dick hard yet again. Kathryn was lying face down with her ass in the air and frigging herself with a vibrating silver bullet. I also noticed another condom and an open container of lube next to the mattress. I knelt down behind her and ran my cock up and down her crack. 




Swing Chronicles Ch. 03b



Kathryn moaned and cried out, "Stick it in my ass, Lucky!"

I put the condom on and pressed my purple mushroom head into her asshole. It was already lubed up so I had no trouble sliding right in. Kathryn reached around and spread her own ass cheeks wide apart. "Fuck me, Lucky!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard!"

Her ass was even tighter than her pussy and I could feel the vibration of the silver bullet through the walls of her cunt as I pounded her from behind. It didn't take long before her whole body tensed and a powerful orgasm ripped through her. The contractions of her pussy as she came sent me right over the edge and thrusting balls-deep into her luscious ass, I filled the condom with another load of hot cum. 

We lay there in spent silence for a few minutes before Kathryn turned to me and asked, "So, will you take a girl to brunch?"

I laughed and nodded. After the night - and morning - we had just had, we had both certainly worked up an appetite!

To be continued.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 04: Beth and Hubby



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.

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 33 at the time this story took place.

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.

At the end of the last story, Barb and Don were on the fence. Barb liked having a boyfriend. Don worried that Barb was going too far. We all were on a break, at their request. The best part of being on the road is that I could separate myself from what was going on sexually.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to re-frame the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an aficionado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end.

*****

Sunday Night in North Dakota 

Work sent me out for a gig in North Dakota. "What's in North Dakota?" Nothing, is my succinct reply. It's rumored that someday ND will be a huge producer of oil, but right now I just saw a lot of empty space, and the town I was staying in was incredibly dead.

My flight got in early and after a short cab ride, I checked into my hotel, and went for some dinner and wine at the bar. This has been my Sunday night ritual whenever I get into a new town, assuming it wasn't too late: find the hotel bar, sit there and have dinner, maybe shoot the shit with the bartender or patrons for an hour or two, have 2-3 glasses of wine, and finish with a shot, then head upstairs to crash. Sales people are notorious for this kind of behavior. Regardless, this had become my tried-and-true method of acclimating to a new town and a new bed. Otherwise, I couldn't sleep at all, and this would have made Monday mornings with a new client extremely tough.

On this particular night in ND, where it was bitter cold out, and practically nobody was on the streets or in the bar, I pretty much sat by myself, and watched one of the TVs over the bar. One of those sports channels was showing a bowling tournament of all things.

Plus the hotel was kind of lousy. It was one of the few places in this part of town and it's a miracle that it was still standing at all. Any time a car or truck or plow passed by, you could feel the floor of the bar shake. I certainly hoped that I would be able to sleep, in spite of my consumption of alcohol, but I wasn't holding out hope.

I had just finished my meal and had started my second glass of wine when a smaller thump, thump, thump was vibrating the floor again, but this time it wasn't a vehicle but a woman, who was walking to and fro, and appeared to be lost. I turned my eyes back to the TV and stopped paying attention.

And yet it continued... thump, thump, thump and then clack, clack, clack, then she entered the bar and started scanning the scenery or lack thereof. I didn't turn my head her way, but kept turned to the TV while I scanned her out of my peripheral vision. I'd say he was about mid-20s, a mop of brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing way too much makeup. She was what I'd call a small BBW, maybe 5'4" tall, and was wearing a black velvety full-length dress with some kind of heels that had previously been making a heck of a lot of noise. One thing that caught my eye is that she was wearing one of those "choker" kinds of necklaces, you know the ones that were basically nothing more than a piece of black ribbon and some kind of white or ivory-looking pendant? I can't say what made chokers so hot to me, but there was something I really liked about being with a woman who was wearing nothing but a choker and high heels. Skinny, not skinny, BBW, whatever, you give me a naked and willing woman with those parameters and I am down to play every single time.

Looks like the bartender poured her a shot, which she downed. Inevitably, she took the seat next to me. This was a practically empty bar and she could have sat in 10 other seats, but she ended up sitting to my right, on the other edge of the corner where I had been sitting. I wondered what she wanted and was literally waiting for the other shoe to drop. The bartender dropped a beer in front of her, then went to stand and lean on the other side of the bar.

I could've started counting down at this point, 5..., 4..., 3..., ... but she started speaking.

She: *sigh*

Me: (ignoring it)

She: So, is there anything to do in this town?!

Me: Not sure. I think you just sit quietly and wait for something to shake or rattle.

She: Is this because you're from this town and have already given up, or you're not from this town and have given up?

Me: The latter.

She: What brings you here then?

Me: Work. I have a gig here starting tomorrow.

She: Poor guy. Hubby and I were supposed to fly back to Dallas tonight but the weather ruined those plans.

(I admit that her Texas accent was pretty enticing and that her perfume was subtle and inviting.)

Me: Sorry to hear. Is hubby going to come by for a beer?

She: No, him? He's just going to wait for me upstairs.

Me: Alright, well, sorry to hear about your flight. I'm going to finish up, and then I have to hit the hay, because I have to meet a client early in the morning tomorrow.

She: Ah, shoot, all dressed up, no place to go, except back to the room where there's free cable movies.

Me: (chuckling) Did you just say that you got dressed up to come to this bar?

She: Kinda. Well, kinda not.

Me: (shrugging)

She: It's just that I, uhh, lost something.

Me: Lost something?

She: Well, more that I was trying to find something.

Me: What were you trying to find?

She: Another cock.

Me: (almost spitting out my wine, trying to play cool) And how many cocks do you have currently?

She: One.

Me: That seems more than enough for most.

She: Not unless you want two.

Me: (amused, playing coy) This hotel is pretty terrible, but even so it should have a lost 'n' found. Have you checked there?

She: Funny. You're here by yourself, ain't you?

It had been a while since anyone said ain't to me. I found it enjoyable and decided to play along.

Me: I am.

She: (holding up 2 cards to a room in the hotel). I leave you with one of these. You come by room 228. If you want to hang, you know what do do. If you want to bail, just slip it back under the door if you would be so kind.

Me: What?

She: Come on, you know what this is...

Me: Kind of. Break it down for me.

She: You come in the room and watch us, and when hubby tells you to strip, strip. What he tells you to do, do. When we're done, we'll ask you to leave.

Me: And what happens between comings?

She: (giggling) No names, no pains, no kissing, no faggot stuff, we all fuck as he tells you to, and then you leave when you are told. Bring your own rubbers. This ain't a charity, but I guarantee that you will have a great time if you have the guts to follow through.

At this point I was absolutely on the fence. I didn't like the faggot comment. I liked swinging, but as an extra wheel, as the "boyfriend with benefits". Not kissing during sex seemed really weird to me. Not having any relations with my partners outside of the sex seemed weird to me. On top of it, all I'd wanted to do was to have a few drinks and then head to bed tonight.

There was something really molten hot about this chick tho. I think what really brought her hotness out was that she was so different from any woman I would be involved with. In that sense what made her different also made her new and exciting. I could roll with new and exciting.

Another Cowboy Up

I never travelled with condoms. Work was work, play was play. Until now. I hit up the hotel vending machine and I got a three pack of condoms. I had never seen the brand before, and they didn't even have an expiration date. They didn't say ultra thin, they didn't talk about lube, and in fact I was hoping that they were not actually balloons. I was just hoping that they wouldn't break.

When I gathered my wits and swiped the key card to get into the room, she and he were pretty far along. He was totally nude and she was straddling him, wearing nothing but some thigh highs and heels. Oh yeah, and the choker was still on. He wasn't inside of her yet. I stopped and watched for a minute.

He: Take a seat on over there.

I took at seat on a chair at the far side of the room and watch them go at it. Watching the two of them was not the exciting part. He was quite overweight, very hairy, and had a greasy ponytail. It was her. She was a firecracker, obviously a woman who was very comfortable with her sexual side, and even though he gave the commands, she was running the show.

In maybe 15 or 20 minutes, after grinding his cock against her crotch, she forced him inside of her and they started to fuck vigorously. She was being dirty and vocal beyond belief. I was enjoying the show.

He pushed her off of him, and forced her, by the hair, into the doggy position. He fucked her from behind for a bit, definitely a lot of his ball sack slapping her ass very loudly, and then he got on top for a bit for maybe another 5 minutes.

Finally, maybe after 30 minutes of this, he mounted her from behind again. He yelled to me.

He: COWBOY! Drop your pants and get ready to DANCE!

He really said this. This happened in my real life! I was actually highly amused, but at the same time had to keep my focus so that I'd be able to do my part.

I stripped off my clothes and put a condom on. I headed towards their bed.

He: Let him get on the bottom, baby! While he fucks you from down below, I'll be nailing you from behind.

I laid on the bed, and she got on top of me. She started to try and have me enter her, but the condom was barely lubed. She stuck 3 fingers in her pussy, and during a back and forth process got the condom lubed enough that her own slickness would do the job once I was inside of her. She started to ride me with reckless abandon and her noisy and dirty talk continued. Under other circumstances I would have probably had to talk myself down from cumming so fast, but in this case the condom felt thick and annoying, and we weren't kissing, so I was left with nothing else to do but to fuck.

After a couple minutes of this, he joined in. He didn't say anything, and I didn't know where his cock was headed, but when he entered her, he entered her pussy. That's where my own cock was! I could not believe how tight and hot this was. While my condom was easily one of the worst I had ever used, feeling his cock pushing up against mine actually gave me some sensations that I had not felt earlier, and given her response to the both of us fucking her, it actually made for a good, sweaty, hot time. Having her mammoth tits smashing me in the face every second or two didn't hurt either. They must have been D or DD size. WOW!

We played like this for maybe another 10 minutes, until he started to grunt and curse, and finally he smashed into her really hard and everything literally stopped, well, except that I could feel the warmth of his cum against my condom. She kept fucking me, but her pace slowed down since he was leaning on her hard.

He finally pulled out of her, and left the room to pee. She picked up her pace again and I was getting close, but his talking put a damper on my edge.

He: Woo, boy! That was hot shit, wasn't it baby?!

She: *grunting*

He came around to her face and they started kissing. The problem with this was that his sweaty and hairy body was far too close to my face for my own comfort. While she was doing her part to keep me going, by smashing her body and pelvis into mine, and by staying vocal and dirty, I felt that I was on the verge of losing steam. I needed a break, maybe to bail entirely.

Me: Ahhh, fuck, fuck, FUCK, I've got to pee!

(That was the best I could come up with.)

When I hit the bathroom, I peeled the condom off. It was actually kind of gross because it had a combination of fluids on it. Plus I wanted to wipe up since some of his cum had run down on to my groin area after he had cum inside her. I was seriously considering getting dressed and leaving. It was already 11pm at this point and I had to work early in the morning.

He: DUDE, are you coming back out?! What are you doing in there, pinching a loaf?

Me: No, be right out!

I gathered and cleaned myself for a few more minutes, and then went back out. What I'd found was a surprise. He was just finishing licking her asshole, and she was squealing and carrying on like crazy, and then he started lubing her up. He turned to me.

He: Thought you were gonna run off. Was talking to the lady when you was in there taking your time, and she wants you to take her sweet asshole, if you're man enough.

Me: OK.

He: I got her all ready for you. Do you want his cock in your chute, baby?

She: Uh huh.

He: Do you like his cock?

She: I do.

He: I do, WHO?!

She: I do, daddy!

DADDY?!

Me: *making wide eyes*

He: You know your role, buddy! Take her!

I put on another condom and approached the bed.

Now, at the time I had very little experience in the area of anal. I liked it last time I'd tried it with my ex-wife, because it was extremely tight and I had in the back of my mind of how taboo it was, so I enjoyed it. She, on the other hand, wasn't really game, so my overall experience was extremely limited and very one-sided.

She: Lover, go slow.

She reached behind her and tried to guide my hips into her pelvic area slowly.

My cock reached her asshole and she reminded me to start again slowly. Hubby was to my left and trying to give instructions. I ignored him. This guy was absolutely killing me. If his wife wasn't so hot to trot, I would have absolutely never come to their room.

She was so lubed up that the head of my condom-covered cock easily slipped right in.

She: Slow, lover, slow!

He: She's totally loving this. Give it to her!

I decided to take the slow approach. It took a few minutes to bury my cock all the way to the hilt, but I finally reached. She reached back again and grabbed my arms.

She: Just let it set there, lover. Just let it set there!

She was breathing slowly and deeply. Eventually she took her hands away from my arms, so I took that as an invitation. These condoms were lousy, but even so, I could feel the heat emanating from her asshole through the condom, and when I pushed in and out, I could feel the slickness and hear the condom as it sloshed against all the lube that hubby had put there earlier.

For the next 5 minutes I kept picking up my pace, and instead of fucking her ass in a shallow way, I savored its tightness by pulling almost all the way out and slamming my cock all the way in. I picked up the pace, too, until I was really giving her a solid drilling.

Hubby tried to kill the buzz again by saying that he was getting on bottom, but it wasn't that much of an interruption. I felt it was pretty hot that I could feel his cock in her pussy while I was hammering her asshole. She was goading us on by being vocal and nasty, and I was feeling incredibly stimulated at this point. Fucking her ass actually felt incredibly good and natural, and I know I already mentioned the tightness before, but tightness was easily the best part of the whole thing.

It was on one of my last thrusts and I realized there was a problem. At some point along the way, my condom had developed a hole in it and now my head was clearly sticking out of the end. The problem is that after another hard thrust or two I'd started to cum. I pulled out fast and blasted a huge load over her lower back. I was on the edge of the bed and trying to finish cumming without getting more on her, but unfortunately, a huge amount of cum ended up dripping down her crack, and hitting hubby on the legs, before I basically fell off the end of the bed.

She: FUCK, what happened?!

Me: Sorry! Sorry!

He: What happened?!?!?!

Me: My condom broke.

She: FUCK! You didn't cum in my asshole, did you?!

He: Beth, he came on my fucking leg! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! NOW! DON'T GET DRESSED, DUDE. JUST LEAVE!

And with that I gathered my clothes and ran out the door. I never saw Beth and hubby again, but in spite of it all I'd had a pretty good time. Plus, I knew that I was an anal lover from that point on forth.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 05: Josh and Sharon



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.

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 33 at the time this story took place.

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.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to re-frame the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an afficianado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end. 

*****

My Way or the Bi-Way

After things kind of petered off with Don and Barb, I took a little break, probably for another year. I remembered our times with fond memories, and had jerked off many times thinking about our group activities, and my dates with Barb as her boyfriend, but it was time to start looking forward, and I was game to start engaging in the swinging lifestyle again.

When I first started looking at the swingers website again, I was disappointed that so much remained the same, the same people, the same profiles, the same pictures. A year had passed since I'd last logged in, so why was everything still the same?! On top of that all, I just didn't get the same charge out of threesome activities that I used to. I still liked people a little bit older than me, but it's not like I had the same incredible physical response to the mature threesome ads now that I did a year before.

I again revised my search criteria, and as a result started to pick up a lot of bi-curious and bi ads. As I'd stated earlier, this was not my point of interest. I really preferred to find a straight couple. When I asked myself if I was interested in bi activitiy, I always came to the conclusion that, if I was to see a guy out in a store, would I want to have a man-on-man encounter with him? The answer was always no. A man-on-man experience was just not for me.

In the meantime, my career had really taken off. I went from being a staff support person in a technical department to a sales guy who travelled a lot. I even saved up enough dough to buy a small house way out in the boonies. Being on the road a lot meant that I prized my private time even more now than before.

Keeping with my theme of discretion, I travelled with 2 notebook computers. One was for work, and the other was for me. I never did me stuff on my work computer, and vice versa.

Being on the road as much as I was, I had a lot of downtime at night. During this time I would usually read a lot of erotica and search the swingers ads for the town where I was working currently. What turned me on was that I got to see a lot of new ads and pictures of people I had never seen before. What didn't do it for me what that I wasn't finding anything new still. I started picking up girls at bars just for kicks, but still, all the awesome stuff was missing from my sex life. I needed to try something new.

While I was in California at the time, I started looking at ads in the Boston area again. I had ties to New England for many years, so I was curious as to who was there and what they were doing. Using my wider search criteria, I hit a bunch of ads for couples, but basically everybody was bi, or was looking for a woman (how did their ad end up in my search anyways?!), or was just not right, until I found the ad for Josh and Sharon. They were about 10 years older than me, and their pictures were incredibly enjoyable to look at. They seemed like completely normal people, and the settings of the pictures only enhanced my enjoyment of the experience.

Josh and Sharon seemed like the normal sorts, except, like me, they had a very specific taste for what they were looking for sexually. Josh and Sharon, you see, were both bi. The difference, and this is the first time this had ever happened, is that I found both of them to be extremely adorable. Sharon was tan and curvy, but stacked and fit, nice thick thighs, what seemed like nice tits, a nice round butt, dressed in a way that made me rock hard, and an extremely cute face. Josh was clean cut and dressed nicely, and had a really cute and fun demeanor, at least as far as their pictures were concerned. What struck me about Josh and Sharon was that they seemed like normal people who I could hang with. I found that incredibly desirable and attractive.

Their ad was incredibly straightforward, and they both said that they were looking for discreet bi singles to have "adventures" with, but again, they were both bi. Their ad continued that they wanted the chosen person to help them and in turn they would help the chosen person. Most ads laid out what the ad writer wanted. Their ad laid out a vision. It was highly unusual, and I found myself reading it maybe a dozen times. I didn't believe it was true, and with that in mind, I threw caution to the wind when I wrote them a response through the website. I didn't divulge my identity, but I certainly took liberties as to my desires.

Like the first time I'd met Don and Barb, or maybe even when I started getting into the swinging lifestyle in the first place, I was excited to get back to the hotel everyday to see if they sent me a message. I had sent this response on a Sunday night, a few hours after I'd gotten off an airplane and had checked into the hotel. This gig I was on ended on a Friday, so I was gathering my stuff in the hotel room early Friday morning when I got a "tickler" that I had a message on the website from JnSBoston69. I didn't really have time to read it, because I had to head out to the client's, but at the same time I could not help myself.

The email was short and to the point. They said that they liked my response but according to my ad I wasn't bi, and that their wants were for a bi single or couple, so they wished me the best, and that was that.

I was disappointed that they didn't want to chat further, but at least they had the courtesy to let me know that I wasn't what they are looking for.

It was July at this point, and I felt that anything was possible when everyone was out and about, so I decided to forge ahead with my plans to try something new.

While I sat at the airport Friday evening, my employer called me to tell me that I had been given the privilege of co-manning the booth at a vendor conference in Boston. Once I accepted, they told me to fly home and either drive or take the train to Boston on Sunday night. I was to get a hotel nearby the conference then. Exciting times!

Crossing the Streams

I reached the convention center at about 5am on Monday. I met up with my co-worker, Matt. He was a seasoned sales guy, and showed me the ropes of setting up the booth, the documentation, and ran me through how greetings and presentations would look. This was a huge event for my company because it was a way to get new leads in the door, so I listened to Matt, and stressed to get things done until the doors opened at 9am.

With our busyness, I had paid no attention to other vendors and where they had setup their booths. Matt and I initially did double shifts, maybe until after lunch, then we started to spell each other after lunch, where we'd each take an hour in the booth and an hour to either go get a drink (not allowed, but Matt had told me that it was an essential part of any conference!) or to walk the floor and meet with other vendors for the purposes of networking. Since it was a Monday, by 4pm the place was finally setting down. Matt asked me if I was good to finish up the day, that ended at 5pm, and gave instructions on how I could seal the booth so that it would be safe until we reopened at 9am on Tuesday.

No sooner had Matt walked away that I heard a "hello? Excuse me? Hello?" from my right. A guy, blonde-haired, maybe about 40 (he was actually 45), with glasses, from the booth next door, was calling to me.

I turned my attention to him, and introduced myself.

Him: I'm Josh from JoshCo. We are a distributor of commodity hardware and sell mainly to internet companies. I have heard of your company, Prime Power, over the years, and finally we meet. I've got to tell you that I am impressed. You guys have an attractive booth, and both of you guys put yourselves together so well. What is your name? Me: I am Lucky. Him: What about your co-worker? Me: That is Matt. He's been around a long time and is running this show. Him: Cool man, nice to meet you. Are you based in Boston? Me: No, I travel a lot. I live in New England, but not anywhere close to the city. And then I made the connection. I was pretty sure that this was Josh from the swingers website, but I wasn't completely sure yet. I decided to stay very demure, as this was quite awkward, since there was now maybe a ton of overlap between work and sex. Plus, days ago, if Josh was in fact the same Josh, they had rejected my response to their ad. I just didn't want there to be a scene at this point.

Him: I, well, my wife and I, live outside of Boston. Me: Oh, whereabouts? Him: Right on the ocean, in this town called Amesbury. Me: That's awesome. You guys have clearly done well for yourselves. You have a booth at this major conference, and from the looks of it you are a key player in the market for commodity hardware. Him: We'd like to think so. Me: So, cool to meet you. Will you be around all week? Him: My wife and I are going to switch off so that I can watch the kids and to check in on the shop. Me: Gotcha, well, looking forward to this week! If today is to be believed, then it's going to be a great conference. Him: We hope so. Always looking to grow the business. Are you here for the week, then heading back out on the road? This question struck me as odd, no lie, as it caught me completely off guard. Why would he care if I was going back on the road?

Me: I'm here for the week and then headed for a week at the home office. Him: In Boston? Me: No, in my home. Him: (laughing) Oh, you literally meant home office. Me: Yes! Him: Well, we'll be in the city on and off all week. If you will be around for a little bit more, I'd like to introduce you to my wife. She's dropping the kids off at my Mom's, and then she should be here. We always like to hit up Boston for the great restaurants when we are in town. Me: Ok, well... Him: Don't worry, Lucky! I just wanted to introduce you to your other conference booth neighbor for the week! Me: (laughing) Ok, I guess I can tie up the booth for a few before she arrives. Matt told me to lock this place down before I left. Him: I hear you. Yeah, I was about to do the same thing. We hunkered down into our respective booths to tie up the loose ends, where, from the distance, I heard, "hey baby! When are you doing to be done?!". My jaw almost literally dropped when I saw Sharon from the distance. She was 5'7", long light brown hair, ice blue eyes, quite tanned, and wearing this dark gray dress that, at best, was on the fringes of being acceptable for the workplace. Plus she was wearing these high heels that were definitely NOT work appropriate. She was wearing this necklace that seemed a bit suggestive, but I couldn't say why, and she was sporting a bit of cleavage, more than Barb ever would have. It was that fine line between "I'm a fucking slut, just look at me", and "I just like to let it all hang out, but don't judge".

Josh: Hey baby (giving her what seemed like a highly inappropriate kiss for the setting), how was your day? Sharon: My day was good, baby, real good. Josh: How are the kids? Sharon: They are fine. Josh: How's my Mom? Sharon: Also fine. And who's this? (motioning to me) Josh: Oh, this is Lucky. He is a sales guy with Prime Power, and we have just been having a nice chat. He's a traveler who lays his roots in New England when he's not on the road. Sharon: (extending her hand to me) It's a PLEASURE to meet you, Lucky! Have you been keeping Josh occupied? Pleasure that emphasized, huh?! Interesting!

Me: Well, no, honestly, but he's been keeping me occupied for the last 90 minutes! Sharon: (laughing) He'll do that. He's quite the talker, that Josh! Me: We're sales guys, so what do you expect? Sharon (laughing): I expect that you will join us for dinner, since you're on the road so much. Me: (looking at Josh) *shrugging* Josh: I think that is a great idea! Sharon: So it's settled. Lucky needs to relax for the night, and his new pals Josh and Sharon will treat him to dinner. Me: New pals, well, I like "new pals", but I can pay my own way. At this time both Josh and Sharon shook their heads in unison. I guess I was going out with these guys no matter what, and on their dimes. Not what I expected at all, but I was going to run with it. What could possibly go wrong with a night of chatting and dinner?

The Meal

I excused myself from the conference floor, and said that I had to head back to hotel room to catch up on some email. In the room, I stripped off all my clothes, and hit the shower. I simply could not keep my hands off my cock, and jerked off twice, to completion, in the shower. I didn't know what specifically turned me on about Josh and Sharon, but I was hotter than I had been for a very long time. Then I shutdown the shower and put on a fresh pair of clothes. I was still dressed up, just not in what I was wearing for the conference that day.

We met at a Thai Fusion place. I didn't see Josh and Sharon at first, but asked the hostess if they had seen a couple, and I described them. She pointed me to the corner booth. Sharon spotted me, and waved enthusiastically.

I sat down and pushed myself into the right corner of the corner booth. Josh was in the left corner, and Sharon was in the absolute corner, but was tucked up against Josh.

We chatted like old friends. They asked what I was doing, why I traveled so much, and how often I was in New England. I tried to defer extremely personal questions, in hopes of avoiding what I'd perceived their swinging lifestyle to be. First, I didn't want to cross the streams, and second I didn't want to have to commit to some kind of bi experience. I just wasn't there in my head. I'd say "I'd just wasn't there yet", but at that very second, I just wasn't there at all.

After ordering a round of drinks, and staring at the menu for starters, the conversation started after the first round of drinks was half way through.

Sharon: So, Lucky, are you married? Or with someone?

Me: I was married, and now I am single.

Sharon: And now you're divorced?

Me: I have been for 2 years.

Sharon: That's a shame.

Me: Yeah, it sucked pretty much, but at the same time I am finding my own way.

Josh: What do you mean by "finding my own way"?

Me: (pausing) I've been trying to put myself out there and to have new experiences.

Josh: How do you mean?

Me: Well, my ex and I met when we were too young to understand that maybe there is someone else out there who's better suited for them.

Sharon: What does that mean "better suited for them"?

Me: You guys are getting very personal. I'm not offended, but I barely know you...

Sharon: (interrupting Josh) We're sorry. You seem like such a smart and nice and normal guy, and we don't mean to put you on the spot. We just like speaking openly with people. After all, we just met, and you're on the road a lot, so why not just have an interesting chat?

Me: I guess that's fine.

Josh: So you're not offended?

Me: No, but I'm trying to figure you guys out...

Josh: What seems amiss to you?

Me: I've been on the road a lot recently, and most people don't give a crap about who I am or what I do.

Sharon: Awwww, poor baby. We'll look out for you.

Me: Thanks, Sharon. But you don't even know me.

Sharon: Josh, tell Lucky about how we take care of our friends.

Josh: Yes, Lucky, Sharon and I roll out the red carpet to people who we like. Doesn't matter who they are, what gender they are, whether they are a man or a woman, but we embrace our own kind.

Me: (taking a long draw from my cocktail) Kind?

Sharon: Years ago we decided to try and be good citizens, so when we meet someone we like, we try and show them the same kindness and civility that we would expected ourselves!

As this point, I admittedly made a horribly skeptical face and said:

Me: Civility?! Did you just say civility?! Nobody says civility!

Sharon: And why wouldn't they? Either you look out for people, or you do not. Josh and me are caring people, and we can tell that you're a good guy, so we're going to look out for you.

Me: But how?!

Josh: That's easy. When you're in town, look us up, and we will show you a good time. When we are in your town, you do the same for us. It's networking 101. As a sales guy, you should be all over this.

Me: But you still haven't told me why. Or how.

Sharon: Sales guy. Think about it. We make plans, and have a good day, and plan again for the next time. Then you get back with us, and have us up your way, and we do the same. We like you, and already feel that connection, as if we were old friends. I assure you that we have no hidden agenda, or something that you would feel bad about at all.

Me: So what do you want to do next?

Josh: Since you're off next week, and the weather is expected to be perfect, why not join us on our boat? We're people who love fishing, tanning, and grilling on the back of the boat before the sun sets, then laying on the deck of the boat and watching the sun before it sets.

Sharon: You travel a lot and could probably use a break. We have kids, and by nature of that need a break, like, always. Why not come out on the boat with us? I assure you that we will be great hosts, and that you will have a wonderful time at sea.

Me: Well, okay, let me think about it. Really, this is a whole lot, and you have been so fun and generous already, so let me see what's on the docket for next week.

Sharon: So you're saying you might not come out with us?

Me: I'm saying maybe, for sure.

Sharon: Just say "yes".

Me: Well, outside of fishing, and tanning, and eating, what else is there to do on your boat?

Josh: We relax. We go to various ports around the state, and surrounding states, and have a nice dinner and let loose. We have a good time, in general. Our kids are with my Mom, and we take this time, 2 to 3 times a year, to explore.

That was horribly ambiguous, and I admit that I didn't know what to do with such a statement, but I just went with it.

Me: My status is the same. Is there a way we can do a go or no-go before you guys, uhh, cast the sail?

Sharon: Easy. We'll call or text before we hit the seas. If you can't join the fun, we will be disappointed, but we understand. This kind of random trip is not for everybody's tastes. We just like you, and want to make sure that if you're game for adventures, that you take advantage of what could be a great trip.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 05: Josh and Sharon



Me: I don't actually know what texting is. I studied engineering, and work in technology, but who actually does that?

Sharon / Josh: We do. It's not hard. Just tink tink tink on your keypad, and you can send the message that you want to us.

Josh: It is in your court though. Just let us know what you want to do prior to 10pm on Sunday. We get to bed early these days, what, with the kids and all.

Me: I hear you, and will have to think. This is a whole lot for me.

Soon enough, we were done with dinner. The check arrive. Josh and Sharon, as promised, insisted on paying. We exchanged cell numbers, and that was that. They told me that they were leaving on Monday morning, first thing, and that if I wasn't coming they would appreciate a response no later than 10pm Sunday night.

We all hugged after dinner, Sharon with a full hug, and Josh and I with a shake and semi-hug, and we went our own ways. I finally got home after a few weeks, and started to read my email. Then I started to think about the boat trip, it of the trip that probably should not be. I immediately got hard, and jerked myself off two or three times. No, four times. It was a hot night. Sunday, I slept in, and didn't reply to any of their text messages. Josh sent the first 4 or 5, and Sharon sent the next 1 or 2.

I re-read their ad like a million times, and kept coming back to the part where they wanted to anchor their boat in a secluded cove, and to make love under the deck, but their want of bi love was pretty counter to what had turned me on previously. Sharon was sexy as fuck, but she was married to Josh, who was interested in bi relations (with men). Josh was cute, and I really liked that guy as a person, but he was still interested in yet undetermined bi activities with another guy. I was having second, third, and beyond thoughts at this point.

Finally, it was 11:30pm Sunday night and Sharon texted:

Sharon: Very disappointed that you haven't gotten back to us, but if you still change your mind, then we have plenty of extras, so don't worry.

My mind boggled. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I responded.

Me: Oj.

(Yes, I really texted "OJ". When the keys were all triple hits, you did what you could.)

Me: Still on the fence sorry sharon not sure

At 1am, I texted:

Me: ready to go i think brought swimwear and maybe some dinner stuff what else

At 2am, she texted:

Sharon: We have plenty of extras, like I said. We are casting off Monday morning at 6am sharp. We are serious. 6am sharp.

I barely slept that night, and had set the alarm for 4am. I needed time to clean up and to get to their boat no later than 6am. I had no idea what was in store, but it was going to be really interesting. What my dreams told me is that I should go with it, but that I wasn't interested in bottoming a bi guy. I should focus my attention on group play, and I should do what they wanted in general, but that my own ass was off limits.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 06: Josh and Sharon



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. 

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 33 at the time this story took place. 

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. 

No doubt that some people who read these can't help but 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. 

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to reframe the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an aficionado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end. 

Thanks to MidtownKitten for editing this story. 

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***Drives, Doubts, and Docks*** 

No lie - the drive from my house to the dock outside of Boston was incredibly difficult. The weather was perfect, but the whole way there, right up until the second I pulled into the marina, I kept asking myself if I should turn around and go home. But I didn't. I shut off my SUV and after a staff member pointed me towards their slip, I proceeded in their direction with my bag over my shoulder. 

Their boat was called "Opportunity Knox" - a clever reference to their last name being Knox, as I would later find out. I didn't know anything about boats, or about heading out to sea with people I barely knew for that matter, but it looked quite comfortable and like it might be able to get some good speed. It reminded me of one of those cool boats you'd see in a cop show from the 1980's 

Josh greeted me from the stern. "How are you, Lucky?" he asked, giving me one of those half-hug, half-handshake things we guys always seem to do. 

"Bon voyage, Josh," was all I could muster in reply. 

"Welcome aboard, man," he said and motioned for me to climb into the stern with him. "We'll be casting off in a bit. Do you want a coffee or anything? A Beer? This is going to be great, Lucky! It really is our favourite way to spend our summer months." 

When I first arrived, Sharon had been tinkering with the ropes and we hadn't paid each other much attention, but when she finally joined us, she was a sight to behold. She was tan and looking great (even without makeup!), wearing flip-flops, a pair of dark blue bathing suit bottoms and a dark grey, sleeveless t-shirt slit on each side from the armpit to the waist. Her breasts were practically on display, but being their guest, I tried not to stare. 

About 15 minutes later, at exactly 7am, we cast off. Initially it was completely warm, sunny, and lovely, and then we hit the open seas... and it was horrible! I thought I was going to puke everywhere, and was feeling very self-conscious. Josh and Sharon were quick to observe my sea-sickness and Sharon helped me downstairs, bucket in hand, and left me in the small area where my bunk was. I closed the door and took some time to calm down and let my stomach settle before heading back up. I was still hoping for the best in every possible way. 

"There he is! He looked a little greenish earlier," Sharon chuckled. 

"Maybe he can join me in a beer now that he's feeling better?" Josh suggested. I couldn't help but notice that he had removed his shirt and was wearing nothing but an obscenely small, red Speedo. 

The overall movement of the boat had slowed considerably and I started to feel more relaxed, letting one beer turn into a couple. Sharon had discarded her flip flops and was drinking a margarita. 

"Lucky, can I offer you some breakfast?" she asked. 

I suddenly realized that not only was I starving, but that starting the day with a bunch of beers on an empty stomach was probably not the best idea. Sharon handed me a plate of potatoes and kabobs of some sort which I wolfed down faster than I thought possible. My earlier self-consciousness was fading quickly and I was ready to find out what the rest of the trip would hold. 

***Day at the Cove*** 

About an hour later, we entered the first cove where they wanted to drop anchor. After a bit of scurrying around the boat to make sure we were all set for the day (and the night), Josh announced he was ready for another beer. As he headed down the stairs to the fridge, I noticed that the tiny bathing suit he was wearing was even tinier than I thought - it was actually a thong! I was a little taken aback, but found I wasn't put off in the slightest. 

Sharon caught me staring and grinned. "That swimsuit is crazy, isn't it?" 

"It's definitely something," I said. "I don't think I've ever seen a man wear a thong before. Well... unless they were a Chippendales dancer!" 

Sharon laughed. "So are you saying you're going to waste all this great tanning time wearing these?" she asked, tugging playfully on my bermuda trunks. 

"Probably, Sharon," I replied, "Because I certainly don't own one of those!" 

"Well, if you're game for some great rays, we can totally hook you up." 

"I'm a wee bit taller than Josh, so... I'm just not sure how that would work." 

Sharon sized me up and then said, "It's pretty much one size fits all, but it's up to you. Anything you want during this trip, just ask. And if something isn't to your liking, just tell us." 

"I'll keep that in mind." 

Just then, Josh appeared with two beers, cracked one open and handed it to me. 

"So, what's in store for the day?" I asked. 

"Well, this," Josh replied, pointing at the beers. "And catching us some fish for our tacos." 

"And then?" 

"Absolutely nothing but relaxing, tanning, and getting to know you better," Sharon said with a smile. "But for now, I think you should put on some sunscreen so that you don't turn into a piece of leather." 

Even on the water, it must have been 100 degrees or more and it felt good to strip off my t-shirt and start rubbing the sunscreen in. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was sure I could feel both Sharon and Josh's eyes on me the whole time. Josh in particular seemed to be blatantly staring at me while he took slow draws from his beer. 

"Here, let me get your back," Sharon said. "Slide forward on the seat a bit so I can pop in behind you." 

She started applying the sunscreen normally and everything seemed totally innocent... until it wasn't. When she was done with my neck and back, she pushed my arms up and started doing my sides, then without warning she reached around and started doing my front. 

I had never really thought about my nipples before Sharon started touching them, massaging my chest so that her fingers went over them time and time again. I had no idea they could be so sensitive and I felt my dick growing in my shorts, not slowly, but like a rocket. The sensation was incredible and the more that Sharon leaned in, the more I could feel her breasts pressing into my back, and her breath on my neck and ears. She ran her hands over my bare arms once more, then continued across my chest and down my tummy to the elastic waistband of my trunks. Her hands dipped beneath it for just a moment, then she gave the waistband a snap and clapped me on the shoulders. 

"Well, I think we're done here!" she exclaimed. "What do you think, Joshua?" 

"Looks great from where I'm sitting," Josh replied. Maybe he could see how desperately I needed a timeout, because the next thing he said was, "Looks like our pal Lucky here is ready for a dip!" 

I didn't need a further invitation and dove right overboard. The water was pleasing and perfect and I easily made it to shore, where I found a good rock to sit on and watched Josh and Sharon waving from the boat. After a few minutes, I saw Sharon dive into the water and start swimming in my direction. The woman could swim like a fish! She was at the shore in no time and I rushed to give her a hand across the pebbly beach back to the rock where we sat together. Her shirt was soaked through, making the shape of her breasts and the outline of her nipples clearly visible. She must have been a 34B or maybe C cup, and with those rock hard nipples sticking out so invitingly, I had to admit she might have had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. 

Once she caught her breath, she said, "Lucky, we just loved watching you swim! I can't believe how fast you reached the shore. You even inspired me to chase you!" 

"Not bad for a guy in bermuda trunks, eh?" I quipped. 

Sharon giggled. "You would've gotten here much sooner if you were wearing that Speedo and you know it!" 

"Guess I won't be standing on the medals platform this year, huh?" 

"Oh, I think there's a still a chance for you to get a reward... I mean, an award!" she shot back before breaking into a jog towards the water. She waded in up to her midriff and then dove forward, swimming back towards the boat. I followed suit. 

Back on board, Sharon went below deck to change and Josh offered me a towel, but I decided to air dry in the sun instead. 

"So Lucky, how are you enjoying your adventure with us thus far?" Josh asked. 

"So far, so good," I replied. "Really glad that I got rid of the nasty sea stomach. That was a bummer." 

"That's good," Josh said. "We were worried about you for a bit there. And Lucky, if you need to head back at any time, please let us know. We won't take it personally. We just want to make sure that all of our friends are taken care of and we're happy that you're one of those friends. We can look out for each other and have all kinds of adventures." 

"Thanks," I said, "But I thought that boating from cove to cove was the adventure. Are you telling me that our adventure might... expand in some way?" 

"It might. We're the kind of people who like to explore new things and experience life to its fullest. You understand what I'm saying, right?" 

"I think so," I answered, playing coy. "Just happy to be here and enjoy the adventures." 

***Fishing for It*** 

"Alright, Lucky, I think it's time to catch us some dinner!" Josh announced. He got out the fishing gear, handed me a rod, and with a few suggestions for technique, we cast our lines and hoped for the best. I ended up getting the first catch and during my struggle to bring it in, completely ignored the fact that Sharon had returned top side. When I turned around, barely holding on to the line on which a good sized fish was hanging by its mouth, I nearly dropped my rod (pun intended) when I saw her. She was wearing a semi-sheer, silky white robe over a yellow micro-bikini. I tried not to be so obvious about staring, but it was hard to keep my eyes off of her. 

Just then Josh made a nice catch as well, and declaring victory, we called it a day for fishing. Josh put the gear away and they started prepping for our dinner of fish tacos. I asked if I could help in any way, but they insisted I sit back and relax, which I was happy to do. The truth is, I wanted a chance to watch them and try to get a better read on the situation. It also didn't hurt that I could really check them both out without them noticing. 

Sharon was straight-up smokin'. She was more fit than the last time I saw her, but I liked that she still had thickish thighs and a wide butt. She had great legs, awesome tits, and a tan that really suited her. Josh... well, I was torn about Josh. He was extremely cute and slim, and seemed to be very good natured (definitely not an alpha type). They were both obviously highly educated and successful, and had shown nothing but good manners throughout this feeling out period. I was struggling to parse out their intentions - did they just want to hang out, or were they looking for some kind of sexual activity? And if so, how would we transition to that or even have a conversation about it? 

Sharon interrupted my thoughts by tapping on my arm. 

"Wha?! Uh, sorry. Guess I spaced out there," I said. 

"Phew, glad you're okay," she replied, reaching out to give my cheek a gentle caress. 

Not wanting to lose the moment, I piped up, "I just remembered something - I have a bottle of sparkling wine in my little cooler! Would you guys be up for sharing it?" 

"You bet," they said in unison. 

I fetched the bottle from below deck and poured us all a drink. We finished off the food (it was incredible!) and sat around enjoying the sunset and the company. I was already feeling a bit buzzed when Josh asked if anybody was up for some bourbon. Sharon raised her hand and then I raised mine. Josh poured the drinks neat, and I decided to go along with that, house rules and all. 

I don't remember what we talked about, but I do remember that at some point Josh retired to the cabin and left Sharon and me out on the stern. We sat together quietly, sipping our bourbon and staring at the stars. 

***Defining Adventures*** 

"It's incredible out tonight, isn't it?" Sharon asked. 

"It is," I replied. "Although I'm not a water person normally. Well, at least not out on the open sea, in case you couldn't tell." I joked. 

"But it looks like you'll be able to make it now, or at least we think you will. Would you agree, Lucky?" 

"Yeah, I'm doing a lot better now. I think we can hold off calling in the Coast Guard and uh, proceed with the adventures, as Josh put it earlier." 

Sharon raised an eyebrow at me. "He told you about our adventures?" 

"Kind of. He just said something about expanding the adventure beyond just going from cove to cove... that you guys like exploring and experiencing new things. Not really sure what he meant, but I said that I would stick around all the same." 

Sharon nodded. "Our adventures might get a bit... complicated." 

"Complicated? How so?" 

"Well, complicated because not everybody is into the same things." 

I played dumb. "Like coves versus the open sea?" 

Sharon laughed softly. "Kind of," she said. "Josh and I decided to do things our own way several years ago." 

"Your own way... What does that mean?" I asked. 

"It means that there are others." 

I knew exactly what she was getting at, but I wanted to hear her explain it, or at least, explain where I came in. "Others? Other what?" 

"I hope you won't be offended by this, but Josh and I swing," she said. "It's not that we sleep with a lot of different people, it's more that we like to build relationships with the handful of friends we let into our circle and we absolutely love it." 

"I see," I said. "So... what does that have to do with me?" 

"Lucky, we like you and both find you attractive, but we weren't sure what your status was. We know that you're not married, but at the same time, we didn't know if you'd be interested in maybe a long-term friendship... with benefits." 

I thought about this for a moment and then said, "Sharon, I'm flattered by what you're suggesting, but the truth is, I'm not bi. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I'm not sure I would be into it with another guy." 

"We know you're not bi, Lucky, but we hoped you might be curious and into trying new things. We both liked you from our very first meeting and even though our lifestyle isn't for everyone, we try to reach out to people who we feel might be of like mind. Plus, we like to acquaint ourselves with smart and attractive people who know how to be discreet." 

"Wow," I said. Now that everything was out on the table, it was a lot to take in. 

After a few minutes, Sharon asked, "Can you tell me why you took this trip with us, Lucky?" 

"I liked you guys from the first time we met too," I said. "I figured I might be a third wheel, but I was okay with that." I didn't mention that I suspected and hoped we were heading towards this conversation from the very beginning. 

"So, you've never had swinging experiences?" Sharon asked. 

"I have had swinging experiences, but never bi," I said. "You guys are incredibly smart and nice and cute, but I don't want to pretend to be something I'm not or lead anyone on." 

"Lucky, we're happy to have you here and we would never want to do anything that you didn't like or weren't comfortable with," Sharon said. "Just think about it and if there's anything you might want to try, we'll see if we can make it happen. For example, do you think you would freak out if Josh were to touch you?" 

"Touch me how?" 

"Like if he were to just caress you, or maybe if you two were in a situation where you let your hands explore. Something along those lines." 

"And how would that happen?" 

"It would happen completely matter of factly." 

"So, are you bi too?" 

"Sure, but while I like to swing with the lady in a couple, Josh most definitely likes the fellas." 

"I see." 

"So... what do you think? Do you need us to drop you off at the marina tomorrow morning?" 

I took a deep breath and replied, "No. I think I will be fine." 

Sharon flashed me a brilliant smile and leaning in close, whispered, "Just a hint? Slipping into something sexier than those bermuda trunks could make things a lot more interesting for everyone. I'm not trying to push you, but I am telling you what I like." 

I opened my mouth to reply, but was stopped by Sharon's lips on mine, as she hit me with an aggressive French kiss that hugely heightened the erotic tension already simmering between us. 

"Good night, lover," she said. "Tomorrow is a new day." 

And with that, she stood up and disappeared below deck.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 07: Josh and Sharon



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. 

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 33 at the time this story took place. 

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. 

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. 

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to reframe the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an aficionado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end. 

Thanks to MidtownKitten for editing this story. 

***** 

***The Morning After*** 

I slept in until 10am the next morning. I don't know whether I woke up seasick or hungover or both, but my tiny room was spinning and I had a huge headache. I slowly made my way top side, where I found Josh laying in the sun. When he took his shades off, I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and he was obviously feeling the effects of yesterday's endless drinking too. 

He gave me a grin and handing me a bottle of water and some pills, said, "We're basically like a couple of monks at home, totally straight-edge, so when we head out on our summer adventures, well... it tends to turn into a party." 

I eyed the pills and joked, "These aren't roofies are they? Am I going to pass out after I take them and find you guys taking advantage of me?" 

"No!" Josh laughed, "Just a pain reliever, I swear! You look like you could use them." 

I laughed and nodded as I swallowed the pills with a gulp of water, but I could tell from the sudden tension between us that the idea of taking advantage of me wasn't unappealing to Josh - and if I was telling the truth, it wasn't unappealing to me either. 

"Why not have a bit of breakfast and then just relax for a while?" Josh suggested. 

"That sounds great," I agreed. 

I accepted a plate of toast and sausage from the grill, but when I was finished, I found the heat and my lingering hangover were making it hard to keep my eyes open. I excused myself, went back to my bunk and promptly fell into a deep sleep. 

I woke up much later in the afternoon feeling more like myself. I could hear Josh and Sharon chatting on deck and I called up to them that I was going to take a shower. I took my time brushing my teeth and soaping myself from head to toe so that when I emerged wrapped in a towel, I felt like a new man. I wandered back to my bunk and was surprised to find my bermuda shorts had been replaced by a blue thong-style Speedo swimsuit with a white racing stripe and a zipper down the crotch. I had never worn anything like this before but I remembered what Sharon had said the night before - that slipping into something sexier could make things more interesting for everyone. I decided to go for it. 

I picked up the Speedo between my thumb and forefinger. The garment had that brand-new smell to it and the material was silky-soft against my skin. I dropped my towel, unzipped the Speedo and started to put it on. When the skinny part of the fabric started to enter my crack, I stopped. It felt weird, but not bad weird, like having a wedgie, but good weird, like something I had never experienced before. My cock was rock hard and I had to think it down a bit before I could manage to pull the Speedo up to my waist and zip it back up. I looked down at myself and could see my hard-on straining against the tight material. It looked and felt amazing and wrapping the towel around my lower half again, I headed up top to see what my travel companions were up to. 

Josh and Sharon were snuggling behind the wheel. He was wearing the same thong Speedo he had worn the day before and she was wearing the same yellow micro-bikini, this time with no robe over it. The bikini really only covered her nipples and snatch, leaving everything else on display - and I was certainly enjoying the view! 

"Good morning! Or should I say... good afternoon?" Sharon teased me. "Josh told me you had a rough start today and to be honest, so did I. But looks like we're all feeling better now?" I nodded and she continued, "We're heading to the Vineyard for dinner and then maybe some dancing if we're up for it. How does that sound, Lucky?" 

"Okay," I replied, "Although I'm not much of a dancer." 

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she said with a smile. Then, looking at the towel around my waist, she said, "I hung your shorts up to dry in case you were looking for them. Should I go get them or...?" 

"No need," I replied and let my towel fall to the deck. 

Sharon looked at me over her sunglasses and I could see her eyes practically light up with glee. "Holy shit, we've got our own Nascar driver here!" she exclaimed. 

"Racing stripe and all!" I quipped back with a wink. I took a seat near the back of the boat where Sharon had applied my sunscreen the day before and said, "Number 24 checking in, ready for some sun, dinner and dancing, and... any other adventures that tonight holds!" 

Josh and Sharon laughed warmly and then Sharon said, "Okay Number 24, but you're not ready for the sun until you have sunscreen on." 

I picked up the bottle of sunscreen which was sitting out on the deck and started doing my legs and most of my front. "Could I get some help with my back, please?" I asked. 

My request was directed at Sharon but it was Josh who got up to take the bottle from my hand and slide into the seat behind me. 

"Is this okay?" he asked me quietly. I nodded and felt him start working the lotion into my back with hard strokes. He tapped on my arms and I lifted them, letting him work his way up and down both sides of my torso, and then around to my chest. He hit my nipples nearly a dozen times, circling them in a way that turned me on more than I ever expected it would. I leaned forward to try and hide my massive erection, but in the tight Speedo, it was nearly impossible to conceal. I could feel Josh's hardness pressing into my back and his hot breath on my neck. It felt like the situation could erupt into something more at any second. 

"There it is!" Sharon broke the spell with her cry as she pointed to the horizon. We had reached the Vineyard. 

Josh's hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment longer and then he hopped up to help Sharon steer the boat into the marina. Once we were docked, Sharon suggested we all go get ready for the night ahead. Alone in my cabin, I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. I had a feeling that the real adventure was just getting started. 

***Bounce and Boom*** 

The sun was just starting to go down as Josh, Sharon, and I finished our supper and enjoyed another bottle of excellent wine. In the glow of the sunset, I marveled at how stunning Sharon looked. She was wearing a tight, low-cut, slate-grey dress that barely covered her thighs, black high heels, and heavy gold jewelry that looked fantastic against her tanned skin. She had done her face up with smoky eyes and bright red lips and even though I loved how slutty she looked, I was a bit surprised that she would go to an upscale dining establishment dressed as she was. I also couldn't help but notice that neither she nor Josh were wearing their wedding rings. As I started to look around, I realized that there was something unusual about the clientele - it was nearly all couples and most were either young men with older women or vice versa. The men were all well dressed, as Josh and I were, and many of the women were dressed just as provocatively as Sharon, although I still thought she was the hottest woman in the room. 

The lights in the restaurant dimmed and the pounding of bass music could be heard from another room. Josh and Sharon settled the bill and we made our way through a set of glass doors and down a long corridor into a large, dark room with flashing strobe lighting, well stocked bars on either side, and a dance floor in the middle that was slowly filling up with couples grinding to the beat. 

"Let's get drinks!" Josh yelled over the music and led us to the bar. We had two cocktails each and I offered to buy another round - I was in no hurry to show off my dancing skills, or lack thereof - but Sharon was already pulling us on to the floor. She and Josh wasted no time intertwining their bodies while they swallowed each other's tongues and swayed seductively together. The music all sounded the same to me, but as the beat changed slightly, Josh moved behind Sharon and bent her over, slapping her ass and then groping her tits through the front of her dress. Sharon reached back and grasping Josh's hips, pulled him even closer so that she could grind her ass directly into his crotch. 

They were putting on a good show, but other than watching them, I didn't really know what to do with myself. I was about to head back to the bar when Josh let go of Sharon and taking a step back, motioned for me to take his place behind her. My hands went around Sharon's waist and I tried to mimic what she and Josh had been doing, but I still felt awfully awkward. Maybe realizing that I had stopped moving, Sharon turned around and began grinding up and down the front of my body. I was already half hard but when she started grabbing my ass and sucking on my neck, my cock swelled to fully erect and there was no way she could have missed it! Our eyes met and she smiled at me before pulling my mouth down on hers. As much as I would have loved Sharon's tongue in my mouth all night, we hadn't discussed any ground rules and I wanted to make sure this was cool with Josh. I scanned the room for him and saw him off to the side with a drink in hand. He was watching us with that boyish grin on his face and when I gave him a little wave, he raised his drink to me, before polishing it off and coming to join us on the dance floor. 

Josh slipped in behind Sharon and began thrusting his hips into her in time with the beat. Sharon still had her arms around me and we kept kissing, as I let my hands explore her body. Josh and I made accidental - or maybe not so accidental - contact every now and then and I have to admit, I was enjoying the experience very much. Eventually, Sharon took both of our hands and led us off the dance floor. She wanted to hit the ladies room and Josh and I wanted another drink. 

As we waited in line at the bar, Josh yelled into my ear, "Lucky, Sharon is super into you, I can tell!" 

"That's good, right?" I asked. He laughed and nodded. "So, what now?" 

"Well, we can either stay here, or head back to the boat for a nightcap and see what happens." 

"A nightcap sounds great," I shouted back. I had had enough of the club and was eager to get back on the boat, and hopefully get Sharon out of that dress! 

When Sharon returned, Josh whispered something in her ear, she nodded, and the three of us headed back towards the water. Josh helped Sharon and me back aboard their boat, aptly named "Opportunity Knox," and then disappeared below deck to fix that nightcap we had talked about having. 

"Are you having a good time tonight, Lucky?" Sharon asked. 

"An excellent time!" I answered emphatically. 

"Did you notice anything... odd about the place we went to?" 

"There were a lot of mixed-age couples. And some of the guests... well, you don't see dinner attire like that every day!" 

Sharon laughed and said, "Yes, that's why we love the Vineyard. The club there lets us be ourselves - we can dress however we want and do whatever we want with whoever we want. Some of the locals don't appreciate us being there, but we bring in a lot of money, so it's live and let live if you know what I mean." 

"I think I do know what you mean," I replied. "If I'm understanding you correctly, you're telling me that maybe more goes on at that club than just dinner and dancing?" 

Sharon nodded. "Yes, Lucky - A LOT more happens behind the scenes - things that I bet you might enjoy. We'd like you to experience it with us sometime, if you're up for it." 

"I'm up for just about anything," I said suggestively. I was feeling buzzed and excited as I waited to see how the night would unfold. 

Josh reappeared with three flutes of champagne and the three of us sipped our drinks and enjoyed the cool night breeze. The conversation was light and flirtatious, and there was an intense sexual energy crackling in the air between us. When Sharon finished her champagne, she stood up and giving both Josh and I a kiss on the lips, retreated to their cabin. 

Josh and I sat in silence for a few minutes and then he said, "You like her, don't you Lucky?" 

I tried to read his tone for traces of anger or jealousy, but couldn't find any. He seemed genuinely good humoured and curious about what I wanted. 

"I do, Josh. And... I like you too. But I think we need to establish some ground rules before we continue with the adventures. I think I've been pretty honest about the fact that even though I like you both a lot, I don't consider myself bisexual. So I think you'll understand that I have some reservations about what might happen tonight." 

"I understand that, Lucky," Josh said, "And Sharon and I have definitely met individuals who were just curious and open to trying new things, or worse, people who claimed to be bi just to get a shot with Sharon before flaking out on us. But we can see that you're a gentleman and we both like that about you. I don't think we need any rules written in stone for tonight. Tonight is all about feeling each other out and having a good time together." 

"Okay, but what does that mean?" I pushed him. "What specifically do you want from me?" 

"Let me ask you something, Lucky," Josh said, dodging my question. "How did it feel when I put the lotion on you earlier today?" 

I paused and then answered honestly, "I enjoyed it. More than I thought I would, actually." 

"And how do you feel right now?" 

"A little nervous. A little turned on. Mostly excited to see where this is going." 

"In that case, why don't you go down and check on Sharon? Depending on how things go, maybe I'll join you later on." 

I put down my glass and descended the stairs to their cabin, not knowing what awaited me within. 

***Adventures on the High Seas*** 

Josh and Sharon's cabin was considerably larger than mine, with enough space for a dresser, a chair, a bedside table, and a queen-sized bed. The first thing I noticed was that the entire headboard was a gigantic mirror. The second thing I noticed was Sharon. She was sitting on the edge of the bed combing out her hair, still fully dressed in her outfit from the club. 

"Hello there," I said. "I was told this is where 'Opportunity Knox'?" 

"That depends," she said with a smile. 

"On what?" 

"On you." 

Sharon leaned back on her arms, letting her dress ride up so that I could almost glimpse between her legs. She didn't appear to be wearing any panties. As I took in her inviting pose, I realized that as nice and cute as Josh was, he was not the take-charge type, and that tonight anyway, Sharon wanted someone else to lead the adventure. I was happy to oblige. 

I pushed her legs apart with my knees and stood in front of her with my crotch at face level. She pressed her lips to my pants and rubbed her cheek up and down my hard cock, which I'm sure she could feel straining to be set free. I grabbed her hair - not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know I was in control - and pulled her head back so I could lean down and kiss her. She seemed surprised by my aggressiveness as I forced her lips apart with my tongue, but by the way she moaned into my mouth, I could tell it was exactly what she wanted. 

Pulling back from the kiss, I looked her in the eye and said, "Play with yourself." 

Her hand went beneath her dress and she sighed with pleasure as she began to masturbate just as I had commanded. I took her other hand and placed it firmly over the zipper of my pants. 

"Undo it," I said. When she hesitated, I gave her hair a sharp tug. "Now." 

"Lucky, I had no idea you were like this!" Sharon said as she unzipped my fly. "I thought you were a gentlema - " 

I silenced her with my index finger pressed to her lips and then into her mouth so she could suck on it. "I'm always a gentleman," I said. "You've taken me on quite an adventure so far and a gentleman always returns the favour." 

I dropped my pants and watched Sharon gasp in delight as she found that instead of underwear, I was still wearing the Speedo thong. 

"I knew you would love it!" she exclaimed. "Just knowing you've been wearing it all night is making me so hot!" 

"I think I've been wearing it long enough, don't you?" I growled at her. 

Without any further prompting, Sharon peeled the Speedo off of me and began gently fondling my balls while she gave the tip of my cock a few playful licks. Taking just the swollen head between her moist lips, she swirled her tongue around it, teasing me, and tasting the droplets of pre-cum that were starting to form. I pushed for further entry into her mouth, but she resisted. I got the feeling she wanted to see what I would do about it. 

Gripping her hair tightly, I forced her to look up at me and said, "You are going to suck my cock." Then I guided her head forward and she opened her mouth to give me the best blowjob I have ever had in my life. "That's it, take me deeper," I told her and she made the dirtiest slurping sounds as she took me all the way into her throat and held me there. That woman knew how to suck a dick! 

Not wanting the adventure to be over too soon, I stepped back and said to Sharon, "Strip me." 

She immediately stood up and unbuttoned my dress shirt, stopping to caress my naked chest and play with my nipples before slipping it off completely. She turned her face up to mine for another kiss, but I stopped her. 

"Uh uh," I said, turning her around to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor, leaving her totally naked. Her pert breasts stood at attention and as she turned back around, I noticed that her pubic hair had been shaped to form a perfect exclamation mark! 

Sharon bent down to take off her shoes, but I grabbed her hands and whispered, "Leave them on," as I pulled her in close for a long, hard kiss. 




Swing Chronicles Ch. 07: Josh and Sharon



With our bodies pressed tightly together, I slipped my hand between her thighs. As I parted her wet folds, I made an enticing discovery - Sharon's clit was pierced! I started playing with the metal ring, twisting it as I finger fucked her, until she was practically screaming down my throat. I pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs, and went down on her, sucking on her clit and filling her pussy with three of my fingers. As I lifted my head from between her legs, still licking her juices from my lips after she came, I caught Josh's reflection in the headboard mirror. He was watching us from just outside the door. 

Sharon sat up and I could see the questioning look pass between her and Josh and I knew that the next move was up to me. I decided to take the adventure to the next level. I gave Josh a slight nod in the mirror and he entered the room, stripping his clothes off as he approached the bed. 

"Get on your hands and knees," I told Sharon, "And show me how you suck his cock." 

Sharon got into doggy style position and began eagerly sucking Josh off while he played with his own nipples. I went to work on her pussy again, licking my way up from her hot, pink hole to the puckered opening between her ass cheeks. I rimmed her ass slowly and even with Josh's pole rammed down her throat, I could hear her moaning for more. So I gave it to her. Spreading her ass wide apart, I pushed my tongue into her asshole. I had never fucked a woman's ass with my tongue before, but had always wondered what it would be like. Now I can say from experience - it is fucking amazing. 

Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, I climbed up behind her, slipped the rubber on, and guided my cock into her wet slit. She was all slick heat and I was in right to the hilt as soon as I entered her. I stayed still for a moment, enjoying being buried so deep inside her, before I really started to fuck her. Josh was also building towards his climax, cursing out loud and jerking the base of his dick as Sharon sucked his head and shaft. I could have cum at any second, but for whatever reason, I was determined not to finish before Josh did. Fortunately, he didn't last much longer, bucking his hips into her face and filling her mouth with his seed. I gave a few more hard thrusts for good measure, listening to the satisfying sounds of my pelvis slapping her ass, and then released a massive flood of cum deep into her pussy. 

Climbing off the bed, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, both to get cleaned up a little and to give Josh and Sharon a few minutes to kiss and cuddle together - it just seemed like the right thing to do. When I returned, I found Sharon lying on her back in the middle of the bed with Josh propped up beside her, running his hands up and down the length of her body. 

Josh motioned for me to join them so I lay down on the other side of Sharon and started caressing her as well. It wasn't long before we were both using our mouths too - Josh to kiss Sharon's lips and me to suck on her nipples until they were rock hard. Every now and then, Josh's hand would stray from Sharon's hip or torso to mine, but as awkward as I thought I would feel about this, as it was actually happening, I found I didn't mind at all. In fact, there was something about the way his fingers grazed my skin across his wife's naked body that I found deeply pleasurable. 

All this touching had me half-hard again, but I guess Sharon wanted to speed things up. She reached over me to the bedside table and pulled out a container of lube. She spread the clear gel generously on both her hands, then grabbed each of our cocks and began jerking us off. I brought my mouth back down to her right nipple and Josh followed my lead, latching on to her left one. Our faces were almost touching at this point and I could tell that it was turning him on - and it was turning me on too. But where could we go from here? 

It was as if Sharon had read my mind. Without warning, she rolled over me and shifted position so that we were in 69 and I was now in the middle of the bed between her and Josh. I started finger fucking her again, all the while flicking at her clit ring with my tongue. She began to suck gently on my balls, while at the same time massaging my taint and getting ever closer to my asshole. She was teasing me in the best way possible and I loved it. That's when I felt a strong hand, slick with lube, close around my cock. 

Josh jerked me off slowly, with long strokes that kept me right on the edge of orgasm for a long time. Combined with Sharon's attentions, this had suddenly become the hottest threesome I had ever been a part of! Sharon suddenly switched positions again, crawling across the foot of the bed to retrieve something else from the bedside table and lay down on the other side of Josh, putting him in the middle between us. Josh was still playing with my cock, but when I heard him gasp and felt his body tense, I sat up to see what was going on behind him. Sharon had spread his ass cheeks and inserted her index finger up to the second knuckle into his anus. When he started to relax around her finger, she replaced it with a fat buttplug that made him groan, a mix of pain and pleasure on his face. 

Sharon returned to the foot of the bed and adding more lube to her hands, crawled up between my legs to pick up where Josh had left off. Josh turned around to face me and began massaging my chest and playing with my nipples while Sharon expertly worked my cock. 

"Do you like it, Lucky?" Josh asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. 

"More every minute," I replied. And I did like it - mainly because I was the only one getting all the attention! I placed my hand lightly on Josh's smooth chest and slowly moved it down, over his tummy, until it was resting on his hard cock. I didn't make eye contact and I could feel my heart racing as I had never done anything like this before. I only knew I wanted him to like it as much as I did. 

Josh was already oozing pre-cum which lubricated things nicely as I started pumping his cock with my hand. He was maybe a little bigger than me and I was surprised at how natural it felt to be stroking his rod while Sharon stroked mine. Sharon also kept her other hand busy playing with her clit and the combination of that and watching the two of us, was enough to send her over the edge. She came for the second time with a little scream and then pressed her wet fingers first to Josh's lips and then to mine. We were both so eager to taste her, we nearly bumped heads as we licked and sucked her fingertips. When she withdrew her hand, our eyes met and before I knew it, our lips had met as well. Kissing another man was like nothing I had ever felt. I was equally shocked by the newness of the sensation - and by how much I enjoyed it. 

As we continued to kiss, my hand found its way back to Josh's cock, and his to mine, and we jerked each other off with a steady rhythm. No doubt, we both could have cum like that, but all of a sudden, I was seized by a strange urge and decided to go with it. I was here for an adventure after all. I pushed Josh down on his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I drew our hard cocks together in my fist and started pumping them both in unison. I was slamming our cock sandwich hard and fast when I felt Sharon behind me, running her hand up and down my spine, then slipping it beneath me to fondle my balls and rub against my taint. She was circling my asshole, then my balls, then the fingernails down my back, and then would repeat the pattern again. It was all too good and I announced that I was going to cum. 

I let go of our cocks just in time to catch my load in my own hand and then watched as Sharon came around to lick my hand clean and then suck Josh off, swallowing every drop when he finally blew his wad down her throat. I climbed off of Josh's sweaty body and collapsed next to him, letting Sharon wiggle her way in between us. The three of us lay there in silence, no one knowing what to say or who should say it. 

"So, Lucky..." It was Sharon who finally piped up. "I have a very important question to ask you." 

What was she going to ask - Why had I been so aggressive? Was I suddenly bisexual? Would I do it again? Why had it all happened? I had no answers and held my breath in nervous anticipation. 

After a long pause, a mischievous smile crossed Sharon's face and she said, "Do you think I can take the shoes off now?" 

The End



Swing Chronicles Ch. 08: Jay and Jenna



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" erotic fiction. I think this story delivers the goods, but it moves very slowly, however. Slow-moving is the kind of erotica I like to read, and hopefully it's the kind of erotica that I have written here.

Still divorced, and with some experiences swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 34 at the time this story took place.

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 insisted on keeping it that way.

No doubt that some people who read these can't help but 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.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to re-frame the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an aficionado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end.

Special thanks to LDLancaster for editing this story!

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After our boat trip, I continued to keep in contact with Josh and Sharon, but now that the summer was over, they weren't on their boat as much. Plus, all of us were very busy with our respective careers. I was on the road practically always now, and their business had really flourished, so they were occupied as well. We did get together for a drink or dinner a few times, and there was always flirtation or some kind of activity under the table, but we hadn't had the long blocks of "alone" time since our boat adventures the past July. We finally made plans to meet up for a weekend in late September. Josh and Sharon knew a couple, Jay and Jenna, who had a private lakefront property in New York State on Lake Champlain. While they normally rented it, this was now the offseason, so they offered it to Josh and Sharon at a highly discounted rate.

From what they had told me, the cottage had a cozy, cabin feel to it, with one large room, and 3 bedrooms upstairs. It had a kitchen and bathroom w/Jacuzzi tub, a huge fireplace, and if we were lucky, the weather would hold and we could launch the canoe and explore the lake or maybe do some fishing. This sounded like the perfect and private setting for a new adventure or adventures.

I took Friday off so that I could head to New York and hit the road early. About 30 minutes from the cabin, I got a panicked phone call from Sharon. She stated that there had been a family emergency and that they wouldn't be able to make it this weekend. In fact, she didn't know when we would be able to meet up again. She apologized profusely, and while I offered my support and tried to understand what they were dealing with, I didn't have any further details. Obviously, I was both concerned and disappointed.

Sharon was emphatic that I should take the cabin for the weekend. She insisted that Josh and she had paid for it already, that they did not want a dime from me, and that I should just relax and enjoy myself for the weekend. Interestingly, she also explained that Jay and Jenna were very close friends, and if I wanted anything - ANYTHING (she said it with that much emphasis) - that I should not hesitate to contact Jay and Jenna directly. I thought this part of the chat was odd, but I figured that I was reading too much into it. I was feeling disappointed and apprehensive, so maybe my the change in plans was throwing me for a loop.

Introductions

When I rolled up to the cottage, I was the first one there. I looked around for a key, but didn't find one. It was a reasonable and sunny day out, so I sat on the bumper of my SUV and waited. I was kicking myself at this point because I had been remiss in getting contact information for Jay and Jenna in the first place.

Maybe 15 minutes later, my cell phone rang, from an unknown number. I almost didn't answer it, but then again I was doing nothing but sitting on my bumper, so I did. The call was from Jay and, based on the choppy nature of the signal, either he said that he was on his way or that I was on my own. I decided to give it another half hour before heading back home. It was a long drive, after all.

A beat-up pickup truck came up the long driveway maybe 15 minutes after the call. An older man, bald with beard and glasses, slight of frame with a little bit of a belly, maybe early 60s, got out of the pickup truck and introduced himself. It was Jay. He apologized about the confusion surrounding getting into the cottage, and shook my hand.

"You must be Lucky," he said in a high-pitched voice.

"Always," I cracked. "Great to meet you, Jay!" We shook hands heartily, and his hand clapped me on the shoulder. This was apparently Jay's take on the half shake / half hug.

"So, I guess you're flying solo this weekend?" he asked.

"Apparently," I said. "My friends had a matter they had to attend to, and insisted that I stay here for the weekend."

"Josh and Sharon are great people, and I'm hoping that everything will work out," Jay said. "Here, let me show you inside."

Jay produced a key and let us inside. He handed me the key and said that I should hang on to it, and where to put it at the end of the weekend. As he lead me around the cottage, I started to have feelings of disappointment again. It was cozy and well-furnished, and I felt sad that Josh, Sharon, and I wouldn't be able to spend quality time lounging on the couch, sitting on the deck, or maybe having fun on the furry rug that was in front of the huge fireplace. From the road perspective, this was a boring cottage, barely any windows in back, a garage door, and a single door for entry. From the water side of the cottage, now that was a different story. The whole length of the cottage was either windows or a huge slider that overlooked the deck, and had amazing views of the lake. The deck had a grill and lots of chairs arranged throughout. The dock had been taken but you could still put a canoe in the water by walking down to the shore and pushing it into the water.

The inside of the cottage, in general, had been furnished impeccably. It was like old America meets getaway weekend. I'd have called it Americana but that would have been an insult to its overall level of details and taste. There were places to sit, places to relax, places to sleep, and places to eat. The kitchen with its gigantic island could have seated nearly a dozen people, and the appliances were brand new. Its insides had a pleasant homey and smokey smell that made the cottage seem even more appealing.

Jay was a friendly guy, one who was definitely at no loss for words. He carried on a conversation, in his high-pitched voice, even though my mind was on other matters, and I couldn't stop my eyes from flitting everywhere in the place. Finally he interrupted me by asking a question.

"Lucky? Lucky?!" Jay called out.

"Uh, what, sorry," I said. "This place is so cool that I got distracted!"

"That happens to a lot of people," he said.

"What was the last thing you said?" I asked.

"I was to the part about the generator, in case the power goes out," he said. "Do you want me to say it again?"

I nodded and Jay explained that I could start the generator myself, and how I would do it, but stressed that if I was uncomfortable, I should call them at the number he had provided, and he and/or his wife, Jenna, would come out and fire up the generator for me. He also provided instructions for the fireplace and grill, and went on to explain that Jenna would be arriving shortly to complete any remaining details and that she would answer any questions that I'd had. No sooner had Jay said this, Jenna came through the back door of the cottage.

She met Jay in the kitchen and they embraced. She gave him a very explicit kiss, with a lot of tongue, and he grabbed her ass cheeks very clearly, too. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but this reminded me of the first time I had met Josh and Sharon. All the same, I was fascinated, in large part because I hadn't expected it. I just stood there, frozen, watching them like a dumbass. Jenna made eye contact with me as I watched, and made cues for Jay to stop their kiss.

Jenna broke their embrace, walked over to me, and held out her hand. I shook it, and to my surprise, she also leaned in and gave me one of those European, cheek-to-cheek kisses. Jenna was maybe late 50s, strawberry blonde hair, a mane of it, blue eyes, doughy complexion, red lips, not wearing much makeup. She was maybe 5'4", a little bit on the chunky side, wide hips, round ass, full boobs, I'd guess 40ish with a d-cup, wearing a sundress and sandals.

"I'm Jenna," she said. "You must be Lucky."

"People keep telling me that, but I refuse to believe it!" I joked.

"You should believe it, what's stopping you?" Jenna joked. "Josh and Sharon have spoken the world of you, and we feel bad that you're going to be here by yourself this weekend. Do let us know if you need ANYTHING."

There's that emphasis again.

"So, Jay has told you about the fireplace, the generator, and all of the goodies here, I trust?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Good," she said. "There are also a couple of restaurants in town, a couple of bars, and a market. They pull in the rug here no later than 9pm, even on weekends, so make sure to get there early."

I nodded again.

"And remember to call us if you need ANYTHING at all," Jenna said again, as she motioned to Jay that it was time to leave. Jenna gave me one last European greeting/departure. Jay shook my hand again and bopped me on the shoulder. I watched them drive off in their separate cars and went outside to grab my suitcase. I decided to find my favorite room upstairs, and to pick that for my weekend suite. If I was going to be by myself, it may as well be in the best room I could find.

Blackout

I found the biggest bedroom upstairs, it of formidable size with lots of light and a huge, king-sized bed with a fluffy-looking comforter and lots of pillows around. I decided to unpack my stuff. There were 3 dressers in the bedroom and the first was occupied with what appeared to be a man's possessions. The second had girl stuff. The third was empty so I used that. I pulled my notebook computer out of the suitcase as well, and after unpacking, decided to get in some time to catch up with email. I logged into their wireless network and started to reply to work email.

That's when all of the paintings on the walls caught my eye. The paintings were mainly of a nude female, but not one of them had been drawn or painted with a face. How did I not see this the moment I'd walked into the room?! I hopped out of bed and looked at all of the pictures closely. Woman lying spread eagle on a bed, covering her face. Woman straddling a wicker chair in high-heeled boots, her face omitted. Woman getting fucked, wearing a bustier, g-string pulled to the side, in high heels, both woman's and man's faces omitted. Woman riding a dick on a piano stool, wearing nothing but high heels. Yes, you could see the piano and everything! I could swear that, given the consistency of the body imagery of the paintings and drawings, they could be of Jenna. There was a piano downstairs. There were chairs like that downstairs. It had to be Jenna, or someone who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jenna.

I went to the dresser that was filled with woman's clothing and decided to explore. Sure enough, if I was to guess, it was Jenna's dresser. No doubt Jay and Jenna lived here when they were not renting the place out. Made sense. I looked into the closet as well. I saw some male clothing, but mostly woman's stuff like shoes, dresses, and so forth. I didn't find any evidence of sex toys or art supplies. My mind began racing. "Did Josh and Sharon set me up for this? They couldn't have. There's nothing really interesting here except for those pictures, even though there is something more to Jay and Jenna," I said to myself as I began a neurotic dialog in my head.

I was feeling uneasy at this point, so I pulled everything out of the dresser I had chosen, and went down the hall to one of the smaller rooms. I unpacked everything and made arrangements in there after determining that the room was mine alone. It was a smaller room, but definitely one that I could call my own for the weekend. I went back to their room and straightened everything up, in hopes that they would not find any evidence of my having been there. That neurotic dialog was still going on in my head.

In hopes of getting rid of it, I hopped into my bed and started responding to email again. It was probably 3pm at this point, and I dozed off with my notebook computer on my chest. I awoke with a start, to the sound of my notebook computer falling to the floor, accompanied by an unknown beeping happening in the background. I looked around, and called out to see if someone else was in the cottage, but heard no answer. I picked up my notebook, and it was no longer connected to any wireless network. I tried again, and it failed. I tried to turn on a light, but that didn't work. I went out of the bedroom and tried a hallway light, but still nothing. I peered down from the balcony into the kitchen and not even the LEDs on the stove or fridge were illuminated.

Unlike the sunny day I had experienced when I started my day at the cottage, it was pouring out now, and thundering. I must have lost power. I grabbed the flashlight from near the range, and tried to turn it on. It didn't work. I tried to run water from the kitchen sink but it trickled and sputtered, so that meant the well pump power was out too. I tried the other flashlight that Jay had told me was in the back room, and it worked, but it was faint. I went out back to the shed where they stored the generator, and, at dusk, the flashlight was of no use in trying to start the generator. It was still pouring out, and I was getting soaked. Plus, the generator would simply not fire and I had hit my forehead on the door frame of the shed where they'd kept the generator, and I was sure that it would leave a mark. I kicked myself for not bringing my camping gear from home, and even more so for not having shopped earlier in town. The only recourse I had at this point was to call Jay and Jenna. I felt absolutely terrible for having to call them on a weekend night, much less during a storm.

I started to feel sorry for myself, and went down to the couch near the fireplace so that I could sit there and sulk. My first thought was that maybe I should just gather my stuff and head back home, where at least I probably have power and food. I went back and forth in my head for a half hour until I decided to call Jay and Jenna. Apparently I had caught them at an event. The cell signal was horrible, as it had been when I was not on their wireless network, and the best I could make out was crowd noise in the background and Jay telling me something that I could discern as "we'll be there" or "we like the lair". I decided to make a fire, and see if they would show up. At worst, I would sleep by the fire, then wake up, and hit the long road back home in the morning.

I remembered Jay's instructions about the flue, and gathered some logs from the bin and set them up. I made a nice and roaring fire and sat on the couch with my arms crossed over my chest. I was incredibly out of sorts, but at the same time I was feeling relaxed. I started to nod off again, feeling the heat of the fire in my bones, when I was awoken by the sound of voices calling me.

Dining In

"Lucky?!" a female voice called out.

"Lucky, you there? Where's the Lucky dude?!" a high-pitched male voice called out.

I picked up my arm and waved from the couch. "I'm here," I said. "I was just resting by this nice fire."

The voices came closer to me.

"There he is," Jay said, practically screeching. "Heavens, this is terrible!"

"Lucky? Are you ok?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, I am fine," I said. "I just couldn't start the generator. I really hated calling you guys, but I was stuck."

"He certainly can build a great fire," Jenna said, as she sat down next to me on the couch. "Jay, can you try and fire the generator?"

"It's probably that he didn't prime the pump a second time before," Jay said, before Jenna interrupted him.

"He's our guest, Jay!" Jenna interrupted. "Just make this happen!"

Jay disappeared without saying another word, and in another 5 minutes, there was a light on above the main room. Jenna and I sat in silence, just casting our eyes to the flame.

"Lucky, you should have called us earlier," Jenna said, breaking the silence.

"Seriously, I feel bad for calling you at all. First, Josh and Sharon couldn't come up, and that locked the place for the weekend, and second, you guys obviously had other plans."

"Not plans that we couldn't break, Lucky," Jenna said.

"Thanks for coming out to help. But why would you break your plans?"

"First, due to weather, our plans probably would have begged out early, and second, because any friend of Josh's and Sharon's is a friend of ours. It's as simple as that."

"You do make it sound simple," I said, still gazing into the fire.

"That's because it is," Jenna said.

I turned to Jenna, looked her in the eyes, and gave her one of those "you're kidding me" kind of looks. Then I turned and looked back into the fire.

Jay returning to the house broke the ice for a second time.

"So," he asked. "Who's hungry?"

I turned my head to Jenna, who was ignoring me now, then to Jay. "You guys didn't bring food, did you?" I asked. "Because I hadn't managed to buy any yet."

"Who's thirsty?" Jay asked. Jenna raised her hand.

I could hear the pop of a cork from a wine bottle and the pouring into glasses. Jay appeared with three glasses of wine. He handed one to Jenna, then to me, and sat on the hearth with the fire to his back. He swished the wine in his glass.

I took a glass of wine as well, and we all sat there in silence. I admit that it was a lovely cabernet. I only wondered what I had done to deserve it.

"Thanks for getting the generator going, Jay," I said. "Very cool, and it means a lot. I had dozed off and when I came to, the power was gone and I couldn't get the damned thing going."

"She's an old girl," Jay said. "Not everybody can get her going, but with the right set of hands she gets going every time." I found Jay's characterization of the generator to be an odd one. I wondered if this was some veiled reference to Jenna. Still, it caught my attention.

"Again, I am so bummed that I disturbed your fun. You are way too kind to have come out here and bailed me out..."

"Nonsense," Jenna interrupted. "You're a friend. I know that we've just met, but please understand that."




Swing Chronicles Ch. 08: Jay and Jenna



"Ok," I said. "So, what next?"

"You," Jenna said. "Drop another couple of logs on that great fire that you created. We? We're going to cook dinner for us."

"You honestly don't have to...," I said. "And plus, can we spare fuel (for cooking) that the generator needs? How long do these power problems last here anyhow?"

"There's plenty of fuel for the generator, at least enough for cooking and the fridge, and a light or two, but Jay will keep an eye on it. We're going to cook for you, and that is that," Jenna said. "Josh and Sharon said that you were a sweet and smart guy, but never that you were an apologetic one." Jenna popped off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I could tell that she was watching me as she left.

I sipped my wine again then looked into the fire. I'm sure it was obvious that I had appeared out of sorts. Actually, this was all a huge lie. I was not out of sorts at all. I was playing a game. I wanted to see what was up with these two. I could only hope that they would bite, but only in a good way.

I got off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. When I got there, Jenna patted a stool on the island, and I sat down.

"Jay makes a mean steak and potatoes," she said. "He didn't butcher the steak himself, but he's not going to butcher it on the grill in a few minutes, either. You'll love it."

I laughed.

"You'll see," Jenna said, as she grabbed some bowls from the cabinets inside of the island. "We're going to have some salad too, land lover." Jenna started chopping these heads of romaine lettuce and also made an extremely fragrant Caesar dressing. I could not wait to partake. It smelled incredible.

I started eyeing Jenna at this point, for the first time. She was not typically the kind of woman I would go for. She was shorter than the women who usually caught my eye, not the same hair color, maybe the same age, basically not most of the same anything. However, the way that she was dressed, and the way that she was a straight shooter, went very far with me. This is where it hit me.

Jenna was like a lioness with her mane of strawberry blonde hair, tied up over her head, her faint makeup, her tight-fitting, ankle-length, navy blue woolen dress with a plunging neckline over her cleavage, and her black leather high-heeled shoes or boots (I couldn't tell which). What occurred to me then? That I could see myself fucking her, that's what. What's weirder is that I didn't see any of this coming. I was staying in a place, a place that had been intended for Josh, Sharon, and me, and that I was conflicted. Well, and plus I thought there was something else going on, but I didn't know if it was intended to be a sexual evening, if it was something that Josh and Sharon had planned, or any other scenario that didn't make sense to me right then. In any case, I was interested, and by now you should all know that the best part of the game is the thrill of the chase.

I looked over at Jay, too, who was prepping the food, he had just come inside from starting the grill. He was dressed in some kind of medieval outfit, a cream-colored, long-sleeved cotton shirt with a tie down the front, a pair a dark brown pants, and some kind of tall leather boots.

"So, I can't begin to tell you guys how much I appreciate the dinner, and can I shoot you a few bucks, but is the night still young?" I quipped.

"The night is definitely still young," Jenna shot back.

"I get that," I said, "but what about the knight who's been riding the horse?"

Jay and Jenna looked at me, and then their outfits, and then each other and belly laughed.

"The knight, dear squire, remains young in us all," Jay said.

"May the force be with you both," I joked, waving my hands in front of my face.

They grimaced, then laughed again.

Jay collected and seasoned the steaks, then went out to the grill. I started to badger Jenna with questions about where they had been, why they were so willing to help, and so forth. For her part, she remained extremely coy. When Jay returned with the steaks and put them under foil, she started to become emboldened.

"So, Lucky," she asked, "how did you meet Josh and Sharon?"

"At a technical conference. They were in the booth next to mine."

"I see," she probed, "and do you consider them close friends?"

"Close enough to ask each other who's got the breath mints first," I shot back.

"That IS pretty close," Jay said, as he was circulating the potatoes in the oven. "Are you sure that we don't know each other already? Ooo, dinner is ready!"

I didn't have to endure the awkwardness of answering his open-ended question and asked where things were so that I could set the table. Jenna told me to set places at the end of the island near the range, and I obliged. Before long we were sitting down to the meal, and I admit that it hit the spot. The food was excellent and I thoroughly devoured it, but what I really enjoyed was the light-hearted nature of my hosts: how the conversation just flowed. I was finally starting to ease up when Jenna, who was apparently feeling no pain due to the wine, probed again as to who Josh and Sharon were to me.

"Jenna," I said. "It's like I told you... we met at a conference and hit it off, and hang out from time to time. I am curious, though. How do you know them?"

"We used to live up the street," Jay said. "They became close friends of ours over time." Yes, he had emphasized the word ÒcloseÓ.

"Jay was CEO of a business and it went public and suddenly all of the stars aligned. The next thing you know we're meeting all kinds of people, doing all kinds of things, and it's been a blast ever since!" Jenna exclaimed, raising her glass to the sky for a toast.

"So, how did you end up here?" I asked. "I mean, I assume you guys live in the area, right?"

"We actually live here," Jay said.

"Here?" As in this cottage?"

"We own a number of places in town, but this is our primary residence. We moved here 5 years ago, and don't regret it one bit. Jenna drives a school bus a few times a week and just got involved the local political scene. I take pictures and I paint. We rent this place out. Excellent life choice."

"You paint?" I asked. "How did you go from CEO to painting?"

"Easy. I learned that living on an art income was hard, so I got an MBA and a CPA, and I ran other peoples' businesses until I got really lucky and was able to cash out. Then we decided to do what we wanted (to) with our lives," Jay explained. "Great stuff," he said, and similarly toasted to the air. "If you ever want to see my art, I am more than happy to show you," he continued.

"Sounds awesome," I said. "What kind of work do you do?"

"I mainly do photography for events, like weddings. But when I paint, it's of a certain model.," He pointed at Jenna.

"I see," I said. "So what you're telling me is that nobody is awkward in your studio?"

"No, because it is also our home," Jay said, motioning to the room to emphasize that it was his studio. "Plus, ever since I met Jenna, she's always been a show off!"

"Have not!" Jenna called out, taking another sip of her wine.

"So, she's been a show off for all 15 years. We both used to be married to other people.

"Oh, so how did you meet?" I asked.

"We met at a friend's party," Jay said. "Total happenstance."

"We met at a key-," Jenna said.

Jay interrupted, "We met at a friend's party. She had 2 kids. I had 3 kids. We were both looking for something new, and we found each other."

Jay turned back to the counter and started making espresso. "I think we could all use some of this. Jenna, why don't you and Lucky go and relax while I get the kitchen and espresso taken care of?"

Playing Games

Jenna sat down on the couch while I threw another log on the fire and stoked it up again. I could feel her eyes on me as I stooped in front of the fireplace. When I was done, I clapped my hands together and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. We sat there quietly and I watched the reflection of the flames on Jenna's face through my peripheral vision. As she sat there quietly, she appeared to unconsciously stroke her left hand back and forth on the couch cushion between us. It made a very pleasant scuffing sound. I wondered what was on her mind.

"Jenna?" I asked, and she looked me in the eyes. "Do you want something?" Jenna sighed softly. "Do you need something?" Jenna smiled and then turned her face back to the fire. In as much as I was interested in moving closer to her and initiating something, I still didn't know the ground rules. Plus, I didn't have an idea if this evening was a prelude to anything, so basically the ground rules appeared to be "keep your hands inside of the vehicle". I was intrigued by the both of them, but at the same time, I didn't know how to start. Adding to the intrigue was their relationship with Josh and Sharon. I wasn't jealous, but extremely curious. If I had to guess, they knew each other on more than a friendly level, but to what extent, I did not now.

Just then Jay appeared with a tray of espresso and biscuits. Jenna downed her espresso and Jay went to fetch her another. In short order, Jenna was back to her previously vibrant self.

"So, why don't we all play a game?" Jenna asked. "After all, it's only just about 10pm, and I'm sure that after the caffeine bomb we just had, nobody is hitting the hay anytime soon!"

"I second that!" Jay exclaimed.

"What kind of game?" I asked.

"How about some rummy?" Jay inquired.

We all nodded our heads. Jenna and I were seated on opposite ends of the couch and Jay had pulled a chair across from us, on the other side of the small coffee table. His back was to the fire.

We played rummy for about an hour and I won every hand. Eventually Jenna laid down her cards, and proclaimed that she was bored, and didn't want to play rummy anymore.

"Jay, could you find another game?" Jenna asked.

"The only other game we have is 'Feeling Out'," Jay said, "and I'm not sure what Lucky would think of that one..."

"Are you offended by 'adult' games, Lucky?" Jenna asked me pointedly.

"No more than I am offended by certain adults," I quipped, "but nobody in present company."

Everybody laughed.

"Have you ever played an adult game before?" Jenna asked.

"Strip poker, maybe a couple of times. Truth or Dare, once." .

"This game is like a combination of the two," Jay said, "but the best part is when..."

"People say something fun or funny about their own lives, or maybe they are bold enough to do something," Jenna interrupted.

"Yes, it's an adult game, but assuming you don't step on a 'landmine', it's more fun than anything. Titillating, some might say," Jay joked.

To my surprise, Jenna reached her hands up to her gigantic boobs and jiggled them through her dress. "Titillating," she said, "even for those of you who don't have tits!"

We laughed, Jay with particular gusto.

"Bravo!" Jay exclaimed, as he clapped his hands loudly. "So, Lucky, does this seem like something you'd like to try, or should we go back to rummy?"

"What's a landmine, by the way?" I asked.

Jay fetched the game from the cupboard, then explained. "Basically, we roll a dice to see who goes first. Then each player spins the wheel. Where the dial lands tells you what color card to pick, from this deck 'here'. If the dial lands on 'landmine', then you have to pick from this other deck 'here'. Does that seem like it's too much?"

"I don't think so, but I still don't know what a landmine is."

"From mild to wild, and sometimes all things in between, Lucky," Jenna said, "but obviously, you can always say 'no'."

"But if you say no, you lose the game, and we will harass you mercilessly," Jay chimed in. "Personally, I'm partial to landmines, but that may just be me."

"That may just be us," Jenna laughed.

"And how do you win the game?" I asked.

"Either you quit, or you somehow end up naked," Jay said, "that's how you lose. I canÕt really speak to winning, because I never have."

"To win, you hit 69 points on the regular cards," Jenna said. "You lose 25 for each landmine."

I was shocked that you could win an adult game by gaining a total of 69 points: absolutely shocked!

"So, what do you say?" Jay asked.

"OK, let's give it a try," I said. "We have nothing to lose, apparently, except everything."

Everybody laughed.

We rolled the dice, and Jay went first. He spun the dial, picked a card, then read it aloud. "Tell everyone about the oddest place you've ever had sex. It was in a church."

"What?!" I said. "How did this happen?"

"Not in the rules of the game," Jenna said. "He just has to answer the question."

"Well, it was closed at the time," Jay said.

"Oh, that's much better, then," I sarcastically pointed out.

"My turn!" Jenna exclaimed, and spun the dial. "Tell everyone how old you were when you had your first bi experience."

"I was 46. Late bloomer."

Then it was my turn. I hit a landmine, and both Jay and Jenna shook their heads and laughed. I could not believe it.

"Pretend you're a male stripper, and thrust your hips to the female player closest to you, for 30 seconds," I read. I got off the couch and gyrated my hips and thrust my crotch into Jenna's face. Jay whistled, and Jenna giggled. Finally Jay's counting ended at 30 and I sat back down.

"Beginner's luck," Jay quipped.

"I know, right," I said.

"Current score, Jay has 8, Jenna has 6, Lucky has -25," Jay read aloud.

Jay's next card was a landmine. "If you're a male player, pull your pants down, and without touching yourself, see if you can get hard in 10 seconds. If you're a female player, pick another card," he read aloud. Jay stood up from his chair and dropped his pants then sat back down. With the faint light in the room and from the reflections of the fire, it looked like he was maybe 4" soft. He sat back down in his chair, sitting casually, with his legs apart, and we started counting. At 8 seconds he was semi hard, and at exactly 10 seconds, he was tensing his muscles so that his hard penis was practically waving at us.

"Such a friendly fellow," Jenna joked.

"Say hello to my little friend!" Jay called out, trying his best to impersonate the character in a movie, then pulled his pants back up. You could clearly make out the tent in his pants that persisted even as he sat and the game continued.

Jenna went next. Landmine. "Grind on the leg of the player to your left for 60 seconds," she read aloud. Jeanna popped off the couch, and backed herself between my legs. She rested herself on my right knee, with one hand behind her on each of my thighs. Her hands were dangerously close to my package. She ground on me for sixty seconds, as we counted, and I could feel the heat coming from her crotch. When the 60 seconds were done, she hopped off my lap and sat back down. I smelled a faint muskiness when she stood up, and I could swear that I felt a bit of dampness on my right pants leg.

My turn. "Ask each player to tell you: Bareback, parachute, or no thanks," I read aloud. I started, "bareback is my favorite, but oftentimes you need a parachute, even though I admit that there is thrill in risk." I looked a Jay. "Bareback is our favorite, but we know it's not for everyone," Jay said. Jenna nodded.

"Everyone?" I asked.

"Stay inside of the lines, Lucky!" Jenna said, slapping me on the arm.

"Score update. Jay, -17, Jenna, -19, Lucky, 0," Jay said.

The next few rounds went off without any landmines. I was actually enjoying the hell out of this game, and finally understood why landmines were such an attractive outcome if you were enjoying the company, and maybe wanted to escalate. I know that I sure did.

We played for another half hour, and then things took shape. It all happened so fast! We were all in the plus column at this point, when Jay picked his card. "Tell everyone about your favorite threesome scenario," he read aloud. "That's easy. My sweetie and I like to invite a young buck into our bed now and again. I like to watch and help them in their pleasures, and when they are done I like to bat cleanup."

I looked at them with jaw agape. "Cleanup?" I asked. "How do you do that?!"

"Lucky, you know the rul...," Jenna barged in.

"Oh, it's OK, Jenna," Jay said, "Lucky's a cool guy. Let me just tell him!"

"OK...," Jenna stammered, "but, the game..."

"It's OK, sweetie," Jay continued, "I don't mind if you don't."

Jenna nodded.

"You see, Lucky," Jay laid it out. "I like to see Jenna with a younger man, and she loves younger men. When I see her turned on, it turns me on, and I like to participate to an extent, basically just oral and kissing, then cleaning up. Then I like to fuck her myself. Oh yeah, and I love to see her take loads. We both love heavy cummers!"

I got wide eyed, and looked at them both again.

Jenna nodded. I was about to speak again, when she motioned to the spinner, and took her turn. "Tell the men in the room to get naked for the rest of the game," she read aloud, and showed us the card. With that, Jay and I stood up and shucked our clothes then sat back down. As I stripped I could feel how much precum I was leaking as I dropped my boxer briefs, and I could feel their eyes on me. Even as I looked at the both of them, they didn't turn away. They just kept watching me without saying a word.

My turn. A landmine. "Form an elephant walk with all male players in the room," I read aloud. I sighed and paused for a moment. Jay and I stood up and I went over to him and, with a moment or two of hesitation, grabbed his erect penis. He ran his hand up and down my chest to my breastbone, and I said, "Play the game right, Mr. Playful." And then he grabbed my hard cock too. I'd say that he was probably 5" hard, and I was closer to 6" hard at this time. We lead each other around in a circle in front of the fireplace, and as we moved, it had the natural effect of us jerking each other off, albeit slowly. It was killing me. Jenna just watched us for a bit and finally whistled a few times, then announced it was my turn.

Landmine. Fuck! "Suck your own dick for 60 seconds," I read aloud. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"That's what the card says, Lucky!" Jay called out. "You can beg off if you wish, but that's up to you." This annoyed me, both Jay's chiding and my physical situation. Initially, I tried to crook my neck, while sitting on the couch, in a way where I could get my mouth on my cock. Unfortunately, the harder I pushed my neck down, the more my cock seemed to retract. Frustrated, I popped off the couch, and laid on the floor. I jerked myself a few times, smearing my precum into the head of my cock, hoping to get even harder. I started to rock my legs back and forth until my cock was closer to my face. The best I could do was to get a little bit of the head of my cock into my mouth. I lapped at it with my tongue, making a suckling sound, tasting my own pre-spunk. It seemed like I had been there for an eternity, because I was ignoring the count, until Jenna yelled "time!". I was a bit disappointed that I didn't have more cock, because with another inch or two I could have totally sucked myself off. I stopped, and sat back down on the couch.

Jenna was staring at me, her jaw clearly dropped. We sat quietly for a few minutes until Jay broke the silence. "Lucky, uhh, I don't think I've seen anything like that before," he said, "and I've seen a lot." Jenna nodded in agreement.

Jay's next turn was boring, not a landmine, just a personal disclosure about his childhood. Worst card ever. Jenna's card was the winner. "Do a dance with 2 male players of your choice," she read aloud. She motioned to us with her index fingers, then walked to the front of the fireplace. I ended up in front of her, and Jay ended up behind her. Jay embraced her, from behind, first. I looked at her, and she reached out for my hands and put them on her thighs. I drew in closer. At first we all kind of swayed together. Then Jay's hands started to snake around her neck, down her sides, and rested on her crotch. He rubbed around her groin area outside of her dress. Jenna pulled me closer, and we kissed for the first time. Her tongue and mouth were the hottest I had ever had, and our chests pressed together. As Jay continued his grinding from behind and touching, his hand glanced my cock a few times, and I loved it. I wondered if he was going to full-on grab me again. This seemed beyond the bounds of the game, and while I wanted to escalate, didn't know if they wanted to play the game still, or if they wanted to play in general.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 08: Jay and Jenna



"My turn?" I asked.

"Your turn," Jay said. "What do you say, Jenna?"

"I'd say we go off the board," Jenna said, "that is, if Lucky here is game. Pun intended."

I nodded, sweat now dripping from my brow.

Jay stepped out from behind Jenna and motioned to us. We followed him. We all went to the kitchen, my hard on bobbing in front of me, precum continuing to drip out.

"How about a night cap?" Jay asked.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Brandy," Jay said.

"OK, a short one for me," I said. "Excuse me for a second." I went to the bathroom, first because I had to pee, and second because I had to help myself out if I had any plans to last for more than a second when I got back out. I jerked myself off first, into some toilet paper, then peed. I was starting to get soft, but I was still highly aroused, and was sure I could get hard again given the right stimulation. Outside there was a room full of it, so I was sure I'd have no problems.

When I emerged, Jay and Jenna were standing around the kitchen counter. They were full-on making out, Jay's hand up Jenna's dress, between her legs. She was fucking his fingers or hand, I couldn't tell which, and seemed none the worse for wear. She had her left hand on his hard cock, and he was simultaneously thrusting his hips so that he was fucking her hand. I grabbed my brandy from the counter and had a sip. It was nice brandy although it was not my favorite thing. I watched them for a few minutes, until Jenna saw me and they broke their embrace. She motioned for me, then pointed to the other room. We all walked out of the kitchen.

We ended up in front of a piano. When we got there, Jay pulled the bench out, and motioned for me to sit down. Jenna came close to my front, and leaned down to kiss me. We made out - man did this woman have a hungry mouth - for a while, maybe 15 or 20 minutes. She tugged at me to stand up, and I did. I was hard again. We continued to make out, and as we did, my naked body ground up against the front side of her dress. The precum started to leak again, and the feeling of my hard cock and its precum grinding against her woolen skirt was driving me over the edge. I started to get all-hands, too. Soon, my hands were freely going up and down the front of her dress, feeling her tits and nipples through its material, and finally my hand rested on her pussy. She was obviously not wearing any panties and I rested my index finger between her labia. Jay stood on our left side, still hard as a rock, and took this all in, nodding here and there, not saying a word.

I had three fingers inside of her and was frigging her furiously and practically shoving my tongue down her throat when she said, "Lucky, take my dress off!" Who was I to deny a request from a lady? Since the dress was very long, I pinched it near her hips, and started to cinch it up until it reached her thighs. Then I grabbed it by the hem and started pushing upwards until it was right below her tits. I held on to her tight as I impaled her mouth with my tongue again. Then I broke the kiss and pulled the dress all the way over her head until it passed her mane of hair. When it was off, Jay stepped towards us, and went away with the dress. I took a step back so that I could get a good look at Jenna.

She was definitely a hot number. She had milky white flesh, and her strawberry blonde mane was in perfect contrast. She wasn't that tall, her body was thick and shapely, she had a full matching bush, and a big round butt and 40-ish D tits to match. She didn't have any piercings, and outside of a couple of stretch marks, her skin was soft. Plus she smelled amazing. She stood before me wearing nothing but the high-heeled black boots, tied in the front, that went half way up her thighs.

We started to kiss again. My hands immediately went to her huge tits, and I pinched and pulled at her nipples. She moaned softly, and her left hand was tugging my cock. Every once in a while she would stop and smear my precum on to her hand and over the head of my cock. It was driving me over the edge. I had to focus. Soon we were embracing and I had one hand over each of her ass cheeks. My penis was lodged between her labia. She was hot and wet, and, for the first time ever, I saw a woman so wet that she was dripping on the hardwood flooring. Jay had reemerged at some point, and she was jerking him with her right hand as we carried on. I kept fucking my penis between her labia until she ground me hard and fast and a burst of her own cum doused my legs and the floor. I stopped my thrusting to take it all in, but Jenna was having none of it.

She pushed me down on to the piano bench and her mouth met my dick for the first time. She continued to jerk Jay with her right hand. This woman had the best mouth I had ever experienced. She had soft lips but her suction was literally trying to siphon every last drop out of me. I had my hand on the back of her head, and soon I was absolutely about to cross the edge. I took my hand off the back of her head, and started fucking her face aggressively. I finally made the announcement and she sucked me even harder and with more zeal than before. I shot a huge load down her throat, then my back collapsed against their piano. She then directed her mouth to Jay's waiting cock and I watched as she sucked him off too. I had gone completely soft at this point, but was really enjoying the show.

I had a side-angle view of their activities, and Jay had both hands behind Jenna's head and was willfully fucking her mouth. I could hear the slurping sounds every time he pistoned into her mouth. Finally, he thrust his hips visibly towards her face and she took his load too. When she was done, they kissed like young lovers, and then they relaxed by sitting on the floor in front of me. We all had a glow about us, but we were quiet.

"I forget whose turn it is now, but shouldn't someone be on the dial?" I quipped.

They chuckled.

"I think someone should be on the bed," Jay said. "Maybe many someones, if all somebodies here are game."

Nightie Night

Jay motioned for us to go upstairs, and we followed, first Jay, then Jenna, then me. Sure enough, the bedroom I had scoped out initially was their room. When we got there, Jenna patted the bed, and I laid on the left side. Jay laid on the right. Jenna excused herself and left the room.

Jay began to ask a bunch of questions about whether or not I was having a good time, and so forth. Soon, his hand had begun to wander and it was running up and down my chest. He paid particular attention to my nipples as he laid on his side. His other hand had wrapped itself around my cock. No sooner did things escalate than Jenna appeared.

"Boys!" she yelled as she entered the room. "Ever heard about waiting for a girl?!"

Jay stopped his activity and I just laid there staring at Jenna. Gone were the boots, but now she was wearing nothing but a dark purple silken robe that fell to just below her crotch. She motioned for me to come towards the end of the bed, and I did. I sat on the end of the bed, and her hands probed from my face, down to my nipples, down to my crotch, and back up again. Jay was now sitting or kneeling behind me, I couldn't tell, and I felt his breath on my neck and back. Either way, he was watching a new show that was currently in its infancy.

Jenna and I kissed like new lovers at the end of the bed. As we did so, I snaked one arm up between her legs and I was fingering her like I had never fingered her before. Jay was now leaning on my shoulders, and Jenna had grabbed my cock and was intermittently kissing Jay and me. "Down here!" Jenna commanded, and Jay left his place behind me and stood at the foot of the bed. As she worked my cock with her hand, I undid her robe so that it fell open. I started to work my hands on her tits and nipples again.

"Do you want to see this boy fuck me, Jay?" Jenna asked as she turned to Jay.

He nodded.

"And what are you going to do to get your lady off?!" she implored him.

"I'm going to help, lady!" he cried out.

Jenna stood up and straddled my lap. Her labia was rubbing my dick again and our mouths were intertwined. Her hips were purposeful, and soon my dick popped inside of her, and I stopped cold.

She looked me in the face and said, "You know this is want you want, lover!"

I started fucking her as hard as I possibly could. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and as she bounced, her tits hit me in the face repeatedly. This is the first woman I'd been with in a long time who had both a hot and inviting pussy, but also a woman who had a full bush. Our pubes locked every time she ground on me.

"Let's put on a show for him!" Jenna yelled, as she got off my dick, turned around, then rode me reverse cowgirl by sitting on my lap as I grabbed her hips and pummeled her into me. At first it was all hips, and slamming her big ass into my crotch and feeling and hearing the slap was a huge turn-on. Then I reached my hands around to her front, first hugging her around her tits, then pinching her nipples for all I was worth. I couldn't see her face, but outside of saying practically nothing and breathing heavily, she would periodically let out an ear-piercing scream.

While our bodies slapped together, Jay had knelt in front of her. At first his hand was on her clit, and then his mouth and tongue. Periodically either would touch my cock as I almost literally fucked the shit out of this woman. "Higher! Higher!" she yelled, as my hips were launching her as high into the air as I could. Finally, my coupling with her broke, and my cock popped out. I felt a grasp around it and then something wet. Oh man, Jay was sucking my cock now. It was the best thing I had ever felt, outside of a hot pussy itself. He was gentle and he focused on the head of my cock, the most sensitive part of my body. He had a soft mouth, for a guy I assumed, and he deep throated me a few times before he gave me a tender jerk and forced my cock back into Jenna's pussy.

Jenna and I continued to fuck with a fury, taking breaks for Jay to suck my cock or her clit, and eventually she let her silken robe drop, and it fell on my tummy with a light "foosh" before slipping down to the floor. It made a cool breeze when it slipped to the floor and I loved the way it felt when it caressed my body on the way down.

As Jenna and I dug deeper into our fucking, my back was on the bed while I fucked her cowgirl style. My balls were slapping at her clit, and my ass kept lifting off the bed. Jay started by licking and playing with her tits, and kissing her on the mouth. Then his hands were on my ball sack and his mouth was probing everywhere. Eventually, his fingers were behind my ball sack as he was sucking it, and I felt a sensation around my asshole. Jay had gone for my taint, and was nearing my forbidden dark land. My asshole tightened in response to his probing, but I was ready to shoot all the same.

"Oh my fucking g!" I exclaimed. "It's coming! It's coming!"

Jenna pulled off my dick and Jay put it in his mouth. He received what I believed was my third full load of the night, right down his throat. When I was done, I fell out of his mouth with a "plop" and just laid on the bed. Jenna climbed off, and laid on the bed next to me. Jay climbed on top of her and they started fucking. HARD. I could see and hear his ball sack smacking her crotch. He pulled her legs way over her head, to the headboard of the bed, and started digging in deeper. I hopped off my place on the bed and got in behind Jay.

I decided to return the favor. As he fucked her, I had my fingers in between his cock and ball sack. I added a second hand and hit his taint. He fucked her even harder then. Eventually I decided I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. As I fondled his taint, my thumb worked its way into his asshole, but instead of forcing me out, it let me right in. No sooner had Jenna shot a huge load of girl cum onto the sheets that Jay announced he was cumming and did so inside of her. Cum was dripping everywhere. Sweat was dripping everywhere. It was incredible.

Jay collapsed on top of Jenna and they both just laid there. He was still inside of her then. When his penis popped out, it was loaded with slickness, and I was surprised with myself that I decided to touch his cock head a bit, and smear some of the fluids around his cock head and dick, and also back into Jenna's pussy. This was apparently something they really liked, and Jay started fucking her again.

I just sat and watched the show in awe. Given what I had experienced with Barb and Don, Jay was a specimen to be reckoned with! I got hard again just watching them. They switched to doggy style and then Jay motioned for me to come over and lay on the bed.

I did as asked, and Jay pulled out. Jenna was now on top of me and I started fucking her with reckless abandon. I had never fucked a "freshly fucked" woman before, and it was driving me wild. Jay crawled up behind her, and I felt his penis enter her pussy along with mine. Jenna kissed me so hard that our teeth knocked together. It kind of hurt, but then again, it was hot, so I went with it. With her tongue in my mouth and the feeling of two dicks, skin on skin in a pussy, I could not believe my dumb luck, but eyes on the prize.

Maybe 5 minutes later, Jay announced that he was cumming, so I pulled out. He shot a small load inside of Jenna and some of it fell down on my belly. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I embraced the sloppy seconds without hesitation and fucked her until I came inside of her, too. The moment I announced I was cumming, Jenna tensed up, and she came again. This time, his cum, her cum, and my cum all landed in my groin area. Jay was more than happy to clean up all of this mess with his mouth.

We all ended up kissing, and I could not describe how amazing this whole experience had been. We gave shakes and hugs then fell asleep in their bed, surrounded by the pictures that Jay had drawn of his molten hot wife Jenna.

Good Morning and ÓHello!Ó

When I woke up, the darkness had gone away, and it was sunny out. I was the only person in the bed. I could not find my clothes, and, in fact, had forgotten where they were. I had my state of morning wood, and went looking for a bathroom. When I went downstairs, I was still naked. Jay and Jenna were both fully clothed, and they laughed at me.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked. They pointed towards the fireplace, where you could still make out some embers, and I dressed myself in front of them.

"Jay is making breakfast," Jenna said. "Plus there is coffee. Care to join us?"

I nodded and walked into the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, coffee, English muffins, juice, mimosas, you name it. I had worked up an appetite - we all had - and it was great to hang out with these people after a night of debauchery.

About half way through breakfast, Jenna asked again, "so, how do you know Josh and Sharon?"

"Well, I assume that you know more than you lead on, so," I said, "we met at a conference, and later I ended up joining them on their boat for an 'adventure' during which we ended up having a threesome, my first bi experience. My overall bi activity was limited, but it was an eye opener, and I ended up really enjoying it."

"We know," they said in unison.

"I knew you knew," I said, "but what about Josh and Sharon? Did they set this up?"

"They didn't," Jay said.

I shot him a cynical glance.

"Sharon's aunt died," Jenna said.

"That's horrible! But why didn't they just come out and tell me?" I asked. "I wouldn't have come out this weekend."

"You needed a break, Lucky, from what Sharon told me," Jenna said.

"Kind of," I said, "but how do you know them anyways?"

"We were their first," Jay said.

To be continued.



Swing Chronicles Ch. 09: Josh and Sharon



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.

Still divorced, and with some experiences with swinging at this point, I continued to sow my wild oats. I was enjoying swinging very much. I was 33 at the time this story took place.

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 chat with me, you would probably never know what was going on behind the scenes. I insist on keeping it that way.

No doubt some people who read these stories can't help but 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 make no apologies for engaging in a consensual lifestyle where everyone is seeking similar or the same pleasures.

NOTE: These stories may be submitted out of sequence. I chose this course because converting my journal to stories has taken a whole lot of time, so I chose to re-frame the best stories first. Reading through the whole history, if you're an aficionado of swinging (threesomes specifically!), will be worth it in the end.

A special thank you to LDLancaster for editing this story!

*****

After my weekend with Jay and Jenna, I had fallen into a bit of a dry spell, sexually. First, I hadn't been able to coordinate any concrete plans with Josh and Sharon, and hadn't heard a peep from Jay and Jenna even though we had exchanged numbers. Second, I was on the road now more than ever. Third, I felt awkward about my experience with Jay and Jenna, no matter how much I had enjoyed it, because I didn't know if Josh and Sharon knew what had happened.

Professionally, things were fantastic, and I had even acquired a new sports car that I drove in times of warm weather when I was in town. Sexually, I wasn't having that much luck on the internet and just hadn't met anyone recently that I'd been interested in spending time with. My current sexual situation was basically watching a ton of MMF porn and some oddball stuff I'd taken a liking to, such as sissy husband-dominant wife or other types of BDSM and amateur swingers videos. I wouldn't say that I was lonely necessarily, but at the same time I wanted to reconnect with people and maybe push things even harder than I had before. Pun intended.

Since I had so much idle time on my hands in hotels and on the road, I was working out even more than before and my body was more thin and cut than it had ever been. Plus, I had taken a liking to having my torso and pubic regions waxed. I just loved the way clothes felt against my bare flesh. I also changed my wardrobe entirely. I used to dress business casual or in suits, but now I was flashier with tailored dress pants and exclusive silken shirts. I also replaced my boxer briefs with thongs, g-strings, or I would frequently go without underwear at all.

I also bought myself a cock ring and a vibrator. I loved how tight the cock ring would get when I got hard and jerked off , and how it seemed to intensify my already pretty intense orgasms. No jerk off session would be complete without the vibrator pulsating around the outside of my asshole, held tightly in my crotch as I clenched my cheeks together to hold it in place.

One thing was certainly clear: while I still couldn't envision myself taking a dick, my sexual tastes had certainly changed, and simply jerking myself was no longer a satisfying way to get off. Masturbation was now a lengthy affair that involved nipple clamps, cock rings, and vibrators. Every time I came into a new town, I would find a sex shop, buy new toys with cash, then steal away to my hotel room each night, after working out, to pleasure myself. Before I left town, I'd place all these gadgets in a bag and throw them into the hotel's dumpster. There was NO WAY I was going to get caught with this stuff by airport security, even if only by accident.

Callbacks

I had the same routine for almost six months, until the weather report came in on Wednesday night, and my client sent me home out of mercy on Thursday night. Their shop was going to be closed on Friday, due to an incoming blizzard, and they didn't know when they were going to require my services again. Predictions were that a large portion of the Northeast was going to get 2-3 feet of snow. We decided to re-engage after things cleared/cleared up and I rushed off to the airport in hopes that my flight hadn't been cancelled.

It was a really long night and an absolutely horrible flight, but I made it back to Boston. The weather was getting worse by the mile and when my cell phone rang on the drive back home, I almost didn't answer it, that is, until I realized it was Josh and Sharon's number on the caller id.

"Lucky, it's me," Josh said on the other end of the line. "Are you stranded?"

"Actually, no, gotta keep this short. I'm driving home," I said. "How are you guys? Is everything OK?"

"It's fine, Lucky," Josh said. "Since chances are high that we're going to be snowed in for a few, Sharon and I thought that you might want to hang out at the house, that is, if you're game."

"This is a relief, Josh," I said. "I know that you guys are only a few miles away from where I am now, but don't know where you live exactly."

Josh gave me directions and I said that I'd come over. I asked where the kids were and apparently they were out of town at Sharon's Mom's house. Josh and Sharon had a house on the beach outside of Boston. No lie, I white knuckled the drive to their house and while I had no idea what the next few days would hold weather-wise, I was really excited about maybe opening a new chapter with them.

When I got to their house, I was more than impressed. It was a contemporary house with lots of windows, and you could hear the angry ocean sloshing up on to the shore. I wondered if we were going to be safe there, but at worst we could all pile into my SUV and evacuate the place if mother nature decided to reclaim the land. In the meantime, I couldn't wait to see the inside, and to hopefully have some more fun with my new friends. This was the first time I would have seen them since our extended time on the boat and my heart was beating through my chest with anticipation.

I grabbed my suitcase out of the car and ran up to their front door to get away from the driving snow. I rang the bell and Josh answered.

"Lucky!" he said, and ushered me inside. "Let me take your coat and go ahead and set your suitcase over there in the hall. Make yourself at home! I'll hang up your coat in the bathroom and then join you in the den at the end of the hall."

When Josh returned, we exchanged some pleasantries and hugs. He offered me a drink and we made more small talk. As we chatted, things got around to Sharon, and I asked where she was. Josh explained that she too had been out of town and he was waiting to hear about the status of her flight. Back then you weren't able to get accurate flight reporting on the internet, so you had to rely on someone to call you when they landed.

Josh asked if I was game for some billiards and I said yes. Throughout the course of the game, he took an interest in what I was up to, asking a lot of questions. I felt that he was probing for something, but I wasn't sure what. He had just mentioned Jay and Jenna when his cell phone rang. It was Sharon. Apparently her flight sat on the tarmac for hours, until it finally got cleared to take off, and now she was on a shuttle bus, but due to an accident on the highway, it was unclear as to when she'd make it home. She said that she would keep him posted.

"So, Lucky," Josh asked. "What did you think of Jay and Jenna?"

I was kind of caught off guard by this question but decided to play along. I made the "OK" sign with both hands, and shook my head.

"They have been friends of ours for years," he continued, "and we're both thrilled that you made their acquaintance."

"You are?" I exclaimed.

"Don't sweat it, Lucky," Josh said. "We're all friends here and we're glad that you got to know them. I'm not gonna to ask you to kiss and tell, but here's to hoping that you had an amazing time." He raised his glass.

"Indeed," I said, raising my glass.

I decided that I really didn't want to talk about Jay and Jenna at this point, or at least not my experience with them, so I asked how they all got started.

"Sharon told you that I've always been into guys but never really crossed the line between being married and being with another guy," Josh said. "Jay and Jenna used to live up the street, and they were our drinking buds on weekends before we had kids. Then later, Jay invested in our business and eventually we all ended up carrying on. We've remained close ever since."

"That's pretty awesome," I said. "Great people."

"We ended up doing everything together for a while, like camping, boating, swing clubs, golfing, you name it. We even made some videos," Josh said.

"Videos?" I asked.

"Yes, it started with pictures of Sharon and Jenna, and then it evolved into threesome pictures, and then we came up with scripted ideas and made our own movies," he explained. "Good times."

"Sounds like it, wow," I said. "What were the movies about?"

"We all liked the older-younger theme, or ideas about being caught with someone else. Two or three of the movies didn't turn out so bad, if I say so, myself."

"What were those movies like?" I asked.

"When I met Sharon, she wasn't into girls that much," Josh explained. "She would see an attractive woman on TV, or in a movie, or when we were out, and would always make note of how hot she thought the woman was, but absolutely and always denied that she was bisexual, much less bi-curious. The movies where we caught Sharon's first older-younger girl-girl experiences are the best, in my opinion, because they come across as new and awkward. As a result they are pretty amazing."

"Whoa, someday I'd love to see those." I just couldn't help myself by being so blunt.

"We can watch one now, if you'd like," Josh said. "I'm sure Sharon wouldn't mind, and I haven't watched them in a while myself."

Video Time

I nodded my head and before long, Josh hit the start button on the fireplace and we were sitting side by side on their wraparound couch that faced a projection-screen television. The video quality actually wasn't half bad and much younger versions of Sharon and Jenna graced the screen. The basic plot of the story was that Jenna picked up Sharon at a party, Sharon being a "virgin" to lesbian encounters, and Jenna had somehow convinced Sharon to come home for a night cap. Sharon and Jenna were dressed to the nines, and before long, they were both sitting at the end of the bed. Jenna had her arm around Sharon.

I found myself being incredibly turned on by this movie and nobody on the screen was even close to being naked yet. The room had gotten quite warm due to the fireplace and I caught Josh out of the corner of my eye wiping sweat from his brow as well. Just then, his cell phone rang again so he paused the movie and answered his phone.

As Josh chatted with Sharon, the still frame of Sharon and Jenna frozen on the large screen, one thing occurred to me: it was absolutely incredible that in this lifestyle, people just loved to watch and be seen. First, it was Barb and Don and our photography and video exploits. Now it was Josh and Sharon and their videos with Jay and Jenna. I wondered if everybody in this lifestyle had a cache of photos and videos. Not to say that I was complaining.

After he got off the phone, Josh noted that Sharon was still stuck on the highway, but that she had heard that it was opening up again, and that she expected to be home in 2 or 3 hours. I nodded and he hit the play button again.

The first kiss between Sharon and Jenna was sublime and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. I was wearing a thong on this day and as I got harder, I could feel it growing tighter against my nether regions. I was loving it. I shifted on the sofa trying to get comfortable again and took a quick look at Josh. His pants were tented as well. I turned my eyes back to the screen.

I was feeling hot on the outside and hot on the inside. I unbuttoned a couple of buttons of my shirt, feeling the sweat on my hairless chest. Josh did the same. I reached down and shifted my hard on through my pants, then grabbed my package and played with myself through the fabric over my sheathed cock. I could tell that Josh was watching me and that he started touching himself as well.

At the point in the video where Jenna had dropped Sharon's dress and was sucking at her nipples, my hands were underneath my shirt and playing with my own. I unzipped my fly, pushed my thong aside, and pulled out my cock. Josh had stopped playing with himself and was watching me now, and was glancing back and forth between me and the screen. In spite of my new antics of cock rings and vibrators, my go-to favorite when I masturbated was to smear my own pre-cum into the head of my penis and swirl it around. This seemed to take me to the edge even if I didn't have any toys. I continued to smear pre-cum onto the head of my penis and play with my own nipples. Josh took out his cock and began to stroke it slowly. His eyes were on the screen now. Jenna had just gotten naked, too and she and Sharon rolled around on the bed. Sharon was awkward but passionate. I was absolutely loving this.

Out of the blue, while watching the screen, Josh said "wow" slightly under his breath. I nodded to him and moved closer to his side of the couch. "Wow," I said, as I took his cock in my hand, and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back aggressively and took my cock in his hand. We writhed and kissed and tugged at each other, barely breaking to watch the video anymore. The only sounds in the room were those of our kissing, the sound of our hands jerking our slickened cocks, and the sounds of the two women enjoying each other on the video screen.

I had wondered if Josh enjoyed pre-cum and head play as much as I did, so I smeared some of it into his cock head and made a circular motion with my index finger as I jerked him off. We started kissing again, but it was obvious that Josh was submitting to me. I opened his shirt and was engaging in nipple play with him, feeling up and down his bare chest, tweaking and pulling. He was making guttural sounds down my throat.

I pulled him on top of me so that he was straddling my lap and I took his shirt off entirely. I continued to explore his nipples with my hands and mouth.

"Lucky, Lucky!" Josh called out, getting off my lap. He hopped off the couch and stood up in front of me and stripped totally naked. I took this as an invitation and I did the same. We just stood there, chest to chest, our bodies slick with sweat, kissed, rubbed our bodies together, and our penises locked. I pulled our penises together with my hand, and jerked us both, but my arm had started to cramp up.

I pointed to the floor and said, "69."

We laid across from each other. Josh took my cock in his mouth first, and went to town. Then I took Josh in my mouth and had to control his thrusts. I was still learning how to take a dick completely in my mouth, and didn't want too much at once. As he sucked me, his fingers found my balls and my taint. I was hoping that he wouldn't finger me because I didn't know if I was ready for that yet, but he had a gentle touch and was definitely no stranger to teasing around the taint and asshole. It was incredible, and even more so since I had never pictured myself having a 1 on 1 experience with another man until it actually happened, and suddenly it was happening and I was finding the experience to be thoroughly enjoyable and erotic.

While I was enjoying myself, I didn't last long. I warned Josh that it was upon us, and he took me deep in his mouth. I don't know how much I came, but it felt like a lot. He took every drop. I started jerking him off furiously and teasing the head of his cock with my lips and tongue. A few minutes later, Josh gave a warning and I pulled my face away. He unleashed a fury of spunk, hitting me in the face and as I pulled away to avoid more contact, it hit me on the shoulder as well.

After we settled down, I took a bathroom break to clean up. When I came back, Josh was gone. I'd had no idea where he'd gone, so I laid down in front of the fire, putting my arm over my eyes since I felt drunk and awful now, and fell asleep.

Morning Has Broken

Go figure that I woke up in the morning feeling completely horrible. I was surprised that someone in the house had covered me up with a comforter, and had turned the fireplace off. Otherwise I would have woken up as naked as I had fallen asleep.

I got up and it was incredibly bright outside. While the blizzard appeared to have run its course, you could see snowdrifts had formed up the sliding glass doors and windows and it wasn't immediately obvious how much snow had actually fallen. You could sense that some sun was peeking through outside, but due to all of the whiteness outside, practically any kind of light reflected horribly. This was obviously a huge annoyance for someone who was nursing a hangover. Or maybe I was still drunk.

I walked through the downstairs of the house naked, trying to gather myself. My breath was horrible. I smelled bad. And I could feel Josh's crusted cum on my face and shoulder. I found my suitcase in the front foyer and gathered my bathing kit and a change of clothes. I realized then that Josh hadn't given me a nickel tour of the house, so I had no idea where I could find a shower. I went upstairs, hoping not to disturb him. Plus, I had no idea if Sharon had ever returned either. Plus, apparently power had been lost at some point during the night, as all of the digital clocks were blinking.

On my way upstairs, I stopped at the kitchen sink and poured myself a glass of water. I took 4 aspirins and then noticed a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the counter. I found a glass and some ice, and sat nude at their kitchen table, intermittently enjoying a bourbon on the rocks and the coolness of the glass against my forehead. After maybe a half hour, I felt less awful, so I once again gathered my things and went upstairs.

I found what I'd presumed to be a guest bathroom and immediately took to shaving and brushing my teeth. Soon after, I started the shower, as hot as possible, and got in. I washed slowly and when I was done, I rinsed off, leaning against the front wall of the tiled shower enclosure, my head down, supported only by my outstretched right arm. I was trying to remember exactly what had taken place the night before and as it came back to me, I felt a presence behind me, and hands running up and down my front side.

"Let me know if you need to find any pieces, lover," the voice said.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 09: Josh and Sharon



It was Sharon!

I turned around and we embraced. I kissed Sharon so hard and so deeply that I was surprised that she didn't topple over.

"I was going to ask if you minded if I joined you, but it looks like you already answered," she said.

I nodded. "Last night," I said. "New stuff. Still trying to get my head together. Don't remember everything quite yet."

"Josh told me; too bad I missed the show. Did you enjoy yourself?"

I nodded again.

"By the way, you look hot," she said. "Love the waxing and you are ripped like crazy," she told me as she ran her soapy hands down my front side.

Sharon had great hands. Her movements were soft yet purposeful. Soon I was hard again and I moved towards her, my cock nestling itself between her legs. I could feel that she was hot and wet already and I'd forgotten how great her clit ring felt when I glanced it with my cock head.

"Mmm," she purred. "But not right now, lover! Josh is getting breakfast ready downstairs. We want you to join us, and maybe later we can all have some dessert... because heaven knows nobody is leaving here anytime soon."

"Jeez, was it that bad outside last night?" I asked.

"Wait and see," she said. "Check it out when you come downstairs."

Sharon gave me one last passionate kiss then exited the shower. I was still hard, but decided against jerking off. I was getting dizzy again and didn't want to pass out.

I shut off the shower, got out, and toweled off. I dressed and went downstairs.

Josh had laid out quite a spread: eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, veggies, and mimosas. By the time we were done eating, chatting, and having a good time generally, I felt a lot better.

Then they informed me that the road was closed and blocked off due to storm damage. It might not even be resolved until Monday or Tuesday, from what they were told, since they needed to bring in a team of engineers to shore it up. Apparently other surface roads were so blocked with snow and abandoned vehicles that road repair wasn't bound to happen until an engineering team could even get through for an assessment.

On the other hand, I didn't mind staying another few days in present company, and with all of the travel I'd been doing recently, having some downtime was more than welcome.

Josh asked me if I looked outside, so I covered my eyes and said, "IT BURNS!" Everyone laughed. I excused myself from the table briefly, and looked outside. No question at least 2' of snow had fallen and there were drifts up the side of their house, almost to the roof.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"If you could help me clear snow, Lucky, that would be great," Josh said. "Then I think at least a few of us here could use a nap."

I laughed.

Josh and I spent the next couple of hours, alternating the process of snow blowing, shoveling, and sweeping off my SUV. While I still felt somewhat awful before I'd started with snow removal and it was weird that my sweat burned and smelled something like booze, by the time we were done, I felt a heck of a lot better. I wiped sweat from my brow on my shirt sleeve, then changed into a fresh T-shirt and sweater.

Josh offered me another mimosa and I accepted. When I was done, he offered me another, but I declined. I decided to crash on the couch and he and Sharon went upstairs. It was 3pm at this point. Not much daylight left, but at least we had removed as much snow as we could. Now it was up to someone to fix the road, whenever that would be.

Dinner In

I awoke with a start. The room was completely dark, the house felt a little bit chilly, and I heard soft voices in the background. I tried to get my bearings, so I made my way off the couch towards the voices.

Josh and Sharon were sitting at the kitchen table drinking some red wine.

"Lucky!" Josh called out, and gave me one of his famous half-hug/half-shakes. "Want me to pour you a glass?"

I nodded "OK", and I sat down with them.

"So, we were thinking fancy dinner in tonight," she said. "Are you game?"

I gave them the thumbs-up sign.

"What do you say that we all get cleaned up, then meet downstairs in an hour?" she asked.

"What time is it now, anyways?" I asked.

"10:30pm," he said.

"Wow, sorry, you should have woken me earlier," I said.

"No worries," he said. "We just came down a half hour earlier ourselves."

Sharon excused herself from the table and went upstairs. Josh followed shortly behind. I finished my wine then headed up to brush my teeth again and to get another shower.

The best dressed I could be for this evening was in one of my business shirts and tailored pants along with some black dress shoes. I had chosen one of my nicer business shirts and both it and my pants fit my body nicely. I had decided against underwear on this night.

I met Josh downstairs and he was dressed in approximately the same way except that he was wearing fancier shoes. After another of his famous greetings, he got back to cooking. Looks like another fantastic meal of meat, potatoes, and veggies. He implored me to go downstairs to their built-in wine fridge to pick out whatever I'd liked. In fact, he told me to get 2-3 bottles so we'd all have that variety that we'd wanted.

Just when I was coming upstairs to the kitchen, Sharon appeared. She was wearing a tight white silken dress with a pair of 6" black stilettos with ankle straps. The dress itself was incredibly form fitting, showing a lot of cleavage through a keyhole, and was so tight that I could make out her nipples and the fact that she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was wearing a ton of makeup, something I usually don't prefer, and a pair of gigantic gold hoop earrings. I almost dropped the wine bottles when I saw her.

I set them on the counter and as I did so, she hugged Josh from behind and very clearly reached around and grabbed his package through his pants. He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth. I could very clearly make out their tongues as they interlocked. When they were done, Sharon came over to me and we embraced and shared yet another passionate kiss.

Sharon asked me to pour her a glass of wine and I obliged. Josh pointed to the bottle and I did the same for him. I poured myself a glass as well, and we all had a toast.

"To wintery adventures!" Sharon called out, and we clinked glasses.

"Amen to that," he said. "And thanks for your help shoveling, Lucky!"

As Josh was finishing dinner, I asked Sharon if I could help and she pointed me in the direction of the place settings and asked me to set everything up in the dining room. Dinner was awesome - man, was Josh an incredible cook - and we had fun and flirtatious conversation, just like we'd had that night at the restaurant and at the club. Towards the end of dinner, there was an awkward pause and Sharon brought up their videos.

I looked at Josh with a concerned face, I am sure, and he shrugged at me.

"Did you like what you saw, Lucky?" Sharon asked.

"I did," I said, "a LOT."

"That Jenna is something else," Sharon explained. "Ordinarily I don't prefer to be with another lady, but she really opened my eyes."

"She doesn't," Josh said. "It's true."

"Can I ask what you prefer then?" I asked, "although I may have a trail of breadcrumbs to help me guess."

"Two men. They're together, and they're both with me," she said. "You were right if that was your guess."

I nodded. "Just making sure I was keeping up with the Joneses."

They laughed. "You've been keeping up just fine, Lucky!"

"There IS another movie I would like you to see," she said. "That is, if you are still game."

"Sure," I said. "Any movie with Jenna and/or Jay is fine by me."

"Oh, it's not a movie with either of them," she said. "It's one of a kind for us."

"I am game, sure, why not?" I asked.

"Why don't you boys clean up the dining room while I get the movie going?" she asked.

Josh and I hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and table. We were like a couple of machines. From my vantage point in the kitchen I could see Jenna from behind. She was sitting on the couch and I could see one of her high-heeled foot kicking as she bounced her crossed leg. This was the fastest I had ever cleaned up after a meal. I had no idea what kind of movie we were going to see, but given Sharon's suggestion that we should see it, I was expecting something spectacular.

When we were done cleaning the kitchen, we washed our hands and headed towards the den. Josh dimmed the lights and started the fireplace. We sat on opposite sides of Sharon on the couch, and she started the movie.

On the screen, a younger version of Sharon appeared, maybe when she was 19 or 20 years old. She was dressed like a college student, nothing spectacular, sitting on the end of a bed in what appeared to be a hotel room. The camera work wasn't so hot, but obviously the "director" of this movie was Josh. You could hear him giving direction in the background.

The camera zoomed in on the background. 4 black men stood there, completely naked, and they were stroking their cocks. When Josh could be heard saying "action", a few of the guys approached Sharon and stripped her naked. The next scenes of the movie involved the men ravaging her body, and penetrating each of her holes and her mouth with their mouths, their tongues, and their cocks. After a couple of the guys came, the fourth guy sucked them all back to being hard again. This is where the evening took an unexpected turn.

As the video continued, Sharon's hands started to probe. I don't recall who she'd touched first, but the next thing I knew, she had my cock out and had done the same with Josh. She was stroking the both of us, one in each hand. I looked at Josh and we made eye contact, but then I turned back to watching the video. As we watched, Sharon whispered, "Oh my god, this is so hot. So perfect!"

I put my hand on Sharon's thigh and Josh did the same on her other thigh. As the movie progressed, Sharon's screams getting louder in the background, the more hands and fingers probed, the more that Sharon was bucking her hips on the couch in between us. Hands touching hands, fingers touching fingers, us reaching across to someone else and exploring their mouths with our tongues.

At some point, apparently the video had ended. Sharon, in one final thrust, came, soaking the couch and the carpet below it. She fell back on the couch, her gorgeous tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. I was still hard as a rock and I could tell Josh was as well. In the shadow of the fire, I could tell that my cock head was slick with pre-cum again. We all sat in silence.

"That was some show, huh?" Josh asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure was," I said. "I had no idea. Very hot and thanks for sharing it."

"Anytime," she said. "We were so young back then. Memories."

Josh raised his glass. "To memories."

We clinked glasses again.

"Speaking of memories, there's always time for new ones," Sharon said.

"New ones?" I asked.

"As you probably have guessed, I like a good show," she said. "And I missed what I'd heard was a good one last night..."

Josh and I looked at each other and then at Sharon.

"If you guys are into it, I am into seeing you again," she said. "Put on a show for me."

Like on the previous night, Josh and I got off the couch. Then we faced Sharon, faced each other, and started kissing.

"Mmm, that's nice, boys," she said. "Keep it up."

Before long, we were standing there naked, our cocks in one another's hands. I pushed Josh down and guided his head to my cock. Sharon started fingering herself on the couch, her legs spread over each corner of the coffee table. I could clearly make out her clit ring from where I was standing.

"Suck him, Josh, suck his beautiful penis," she said from the couch, while fingering herself. "What could be better than this?"

I turned to her and said, "You being naked and showing us that hot body of yours."

Sharon stepped away from the couch and struggled to drop her tight dress. As suspected, she was wearing nothing underneath. She pulled off her shoes as well, and hooked her feet back on the corners of the coffee table, except now she wasn't pleasuring herself with her fingers, but what appeared to be a small plastic or rubber speculum of maybe an inch or two in length.

Like last night I guided Josh into a 69 where we'd laid side by side, but this time I was on top, sucking his dick, while watching Sharon stick the toy into her pussy, and tugging and tweaking her own nipples. He was eating my cock ferociously from down below.

"My god, so hot," I said before going back to jerk and suck Josh's lava-hot cock.

After a little bit, Josh and I had both picked up the pace and you could hear sucking sounds at it echoed off their vaulted ceiling. Sharon got off the couch and strutted towards me. She fingered herself with the toy again, then took it out of her pussy and put it near my mouth. I stopped sucking Josh, and Sharon rubbed the toy around my lips. I could smell her muskiness under my nose, and I stuck out my tongue so that I could taste the toy. It was smooth, rubber, soft, and completely slicked with her juices. These signs were a reminder of how much I enjoyed eating Sharon out.

"Know what this is, Lucky?" Sharon asked.

I shook my head.

"Tell him what it is, Josh," she implored him.

Through gurgling on my penis I heard "uh glug glug."

"That's right, boys. It's a butt plug," she said. "You like the butt plug, don't you, Josh?"

"Uh glug," he said mutedly.

"Do you think Lucky would like to try it?" she asked.

With that, Josh pulled my penis out of his mouth while Sharon bent down and forced me to eat her pussy. "I think he might," he said. "What do you say, Lucky?"

Josh's fingers snaked to my asshole and began to circle around it. "Just maybe he will. Seems like he might be game," Josh said. "Lucky?"

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and said, "Sharon, try it, but go easy." Sharon pulled her crotch away from my mouth and stood up. Josh started sucking my cock again and I could feel Sharon creep up behind me. I felt something cool and wet around my anus, followed by a set of fingers that were a lot gentler than Josh's. Sharon was circling my asshole with her index finger, and it felt like she was smearing in some lube. With each round she tried to enter me slightly, but I was very tense and nervous. I was extremely turned on, don't get me wrong, but this was completely new territory.

She stopped for a moment and then rubbed her tits from my ass cheeks and up my back until her mouth was near my left ear. "Lover, the only way I can turn you on is if you relax," she whispered in my ear. "I know you will love this. Just relax."

I nodded and she slid down my back and started circling my asshole again. Josh somehow found a way to crawl out from under me and was now standing in front of me. He offered me his cock and I took it in my mouth again while I knelt on all fours. Gently, Sharon eased the plug into my asshole, periodically reaching around to tease my nipples or to whisper in my ear to ask me how much I loved it.

At some point the pushing stopped, and I let Josh's cock pop out of my mouth. "Fuck," I said. "Is that it?"

"It is, lover," I could hear Sharon saying from behind me. "Do you love it?"

"Uhh, I'm not sure," I said. "Uhhh..."

"Don't tense up," she said. "Relax, you'll enjoy it more. Here, relax."

She started to massage my balls and ass cheeks and Josh went behind me to help.

"That's it, lover," she cooed. "Mmm, so hot. Don't you think, Josh?"

I then felt a sensation of someone gently massaging the butt plug inside of my asshole. I felt a circular motion, the toy inside of me, and the feeling was amazing. At some point the hands left my body entirely, save for the finger that was massaging the butt plug. I was harder than I had ever been, pre-cum was dripping out of my penis on to the carpet, and in a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore and let out a huge rope of cum. Some of it landed on the carpet. Some of it splashed me on the arm. Some splashed back on my leg. When my orgasm had subsided, I fell forwards, and laid on my belly. I was breathing heavily, my semi-hard penis positioned awkwardly beneath me.

"So hot," Josh said. "Good man, Lucky. Good job."

(That was an odd way to come down from an orgasm, no lie.)

"Guys," I said, after I had recovered. "If you don't mind, could you help me out with that thing?"

Revelations and Something New

Sharon laughed, and told me to relax again. I was not really enthusiastic about her removing the butt plug, in particular because I was not turned on anymore. In fact, I decided to take a few minutes and to regroup in the bathroom when she was done. I barely made it there since my legs were so rubbery. I closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet with my head in my hands.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself. "What did I just do? FUCK." I pounded my fists on my quads. It's not that I felt bad or that I was in pain. It's that I had pushed myself to my absolute limits and was having troubles getting myself together. Images ran through my head - my wedding, my ex-wife, our divorce, the swingers magazine, Barb and Don, the conference, and basically everything that lead up to where we were at that very moment.

Thing is, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything I did was to play a part in a game but in doing so, I felt empowered and confident. I could seduce and be seduced. I could help other people with their fantasies and I could enjoy my own. I could have a good time but not worry about it. But ultimately, I finally had a clear picture of what I liked and did not like. Decidedly, our most recently play was not for me going forward, but I was completely content otherwise. After all these years I had peace.

I also realized that I liked being with other men sometimes, but with limits. I realized that I could seduce a woman by pushing it, but also by keeping things light, by being fun and a flirt, and by playing along. I realized that I really enjoyed being with a couple most of all. I also realized that I wasn't bi, but heteroflexible, given the circumstances. I stood up, resting my hands on the vanity, and looking at myself in the mirror. Even if this was the last hurrah with Josh and Sharon, I decided to leave the bathroom and to enjoy every last minute of it.

When I opened the bathroom door, I could hear Sharon screaming from the den. I walked slowly into the room and sat down on the couch. I had quite a view and quite a surprise. Josh, I had always believed, was submissive at his core, not that there was anything wrong with it, but I always viewed Sharon as the tough one. Seeing Sharon as I did now, her legs pushed way over her head and Josh fucking her with a fury, gave me pause. I was enjoying their show this time.

I felt my loins stirring again, and took one hand and stroked myself as the other ran itself through her pretty hair. After watching Josh lay it to Sharon for a little bit longer, I stood up from the couch and walked behind Josh. I could see his penis impaling Sharon's sweet pussy and that at some point, Sharon had stuck a butt plug into his sweet ass. I decided to return the favor and as I stroked myself with one hand, I made the same circular motion on Josh's butt plug as he and/or Sharon had done with mine. Josh started getting vocal and fucked Sharon harder. His accelerated pace made it more difficult to continue my playing with his butt plug.

"Lucky!" Sharon called out from below. "Awww, ffffffff, join us!" I patted Josh on the ass and we all reconvened on the carpet. Josh fucked Sharon missionary style while I straddled her face as she sucked my cock. Josh and I periodically fondled each other and kissed. Josh blew his load first and pulled out, and I decided to taste another man's cum for the first time as Sharon and I 69'ed. It was actually quite pleasant, but not necessarily something I would do that often. Josh stood beside us and watched, wiping sweat from his forehead with his arm. Sharon came and this pushed out most of his cum. I moved my head away and continued to fuck her face, but stopped when I realized that things were calming down. I pulled out of her mouth and stood up.




Swing Chronicles Ch. 09: Josh and Sharon



Josh and I helped Sharon up and she excused herself to the bathroom. Josh and I sat at opposite ends of the couch, our chests heaving.

"Lucky," he finally said. "Amazing. You're the best."

"Thanks," I said. "You two slutty friends are not too shabby yourselves."

He laughed. "Listen," he said. "Sharon and I talked about this earlier, and she is yours for the night. As I've told you a bunch before, she digs you, so why not enjoy?"

"Seriously?" I asked, practically jumping off the couch.

"Seriously," he said. "As for me, I'm spent, and you two guys have totally tired me out. I'm headed up." He gave me a fist bump and disappeared upstairs.

When Sharon returned, she offered me some wine and I accepted. We sat and chatted for a few until we started making out. Soon I was hard again and for the next several hours, I fucked her, every which way, and with reckless abandon. As of that moment I had never fucked a woman like this before, this long, this hard, or this aggressively.

We finished the night in the same way as the last, with me falling asleep on the carpet and finding myself covered up in the morning. The next day we spent just hanging out until someone rang their doorbell and told them that a temporary road was back in place. We exchanged goodbyes, then I hopped into my SUV and went home. Another flight and more business called on the next night.

Epilogue

About a month after our special weekend, Josh and Sharon called my cell phone from their house. Sharon was pregnant. I was immediately concerned, hoping that I had not gotten another man's wife pregnant, but they both confirmed that they knew this information before our blizzard weekend of debauchery. It was just too early to tell me this information back then.

Josh, Sharon, and I never got together sexually again, or at least not to this date. We email and text here and there, but with their family lives, it's tough.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time with them, and on some level, I feel a debt of gratitude over what they helped me learn about myself.