“Mmm, look at this weather.” I smiled at our pretty new neighbor. Denise had asked me over for a getting to know you glass of lemonade. Even though it was December, the temperature was in the mid eighties. She nodded toward the outdoor thermometer mounted on the fence. “Nearly eighty five. That’s why we moved here. I couldn’t bear another chilly Cleveland winter.”
As she talked, she rocked the porch swing back and forth, and I watched her. She looked like a model from a Norman Rockwell painting, her blonde hair all tousled and curly. Her eyes were that crystalline blue of a cloudless summer sky, or a winter sky, if you live in Arizona.
“Would you like to swing, Athena?”
“Swing?” I repeated. “Sure.” I assumed she was referring to the porch swing she was sitting in, and I walked over and sat by her side.
“Oh, good,” Denise said. “Jack and I were hoping you did. I couldn’t tell for sure. But there was something about you. I sensed it when we first met.”
Something that let her know I liked to swing? Feeling confused, I simply nodded and smiled and took another sip of the pink lemonade. But when Chet came home from work, I casually mentioned the conversation to him, and he started laughing.
“You didn’t, Athena.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Jack was talking about swinging the other day, too. But, baby, he wasn’t talking about porch swings.”
I looked at Chet, baffled for a moment, and then he took me in his arms and nuzzled his lips against my neck. “You know that fantasy we’ve been talking about for years and years? The one where you and I and another couple get together and . . . ”
I felt my cheeks turn pink as I whispered the word: “Swing?”
I tried to think of exactly how I’d reacted to Denise’s query. I’d been calm, hadn’t I? I started giggling, a nervous habit. “We’re going there tonight for dinner,” I told him, “and to swing.”
Chet held me even more tightly. “Oh, Athena. Can you feel how hard that makes me?”
“What exactly did you and Jack talk about the other day? I thought you men were only praising each other’s rides.” On the afternoon our neighbors had pulled up for the first time in their vintage Mustang, I’d thought that maybe Jack would make a good friend for Chet. My man has driven classics his whole life.
“We were talking about each other’s rides,” Chet said, rubbing against me so I could feel his erection through his slacks.
“I meant cars,” I said.
“I didn’t. Jack said you were a hot little number, and I agreed and returned the compliment to his wife, and then we started . . . ” As Chet spoke, he began undressing me.
“You started,” I prompted.
“It was just guy talk, but I guess a little deeper than your average bullshit session. He said that he and Denise were really happy to move here, but sorry to leave another couple behind in Ohio. A duo they’d played with from time to time. By playing, he didn’t mean poker.”
I was down to my candy striped panties, and as Chet continued speaking, he stripped out of his own clothes. I watched the reveal of his lean, muscular body with as much anticipation as I always do. Chet has ocean blue eyes and straight blond hair, and the type of body that turns a girl’s head. My man keeps himself in tip top shape. Even after nearly a decade of marriage, he has maintained that lifeguard body I fell in love with the first summer I saw him manning the university pool.
“Athena, I can’t wait,” he said, stating the obvious. I’d felt his arousal while he was still clothed. Now that he was nude, I could see for myself that his cock was rock hard and ready for attention. I couldn’t help but put my hand out and stroke him from tip to base. Chet groaned and said, “I know what’s going to happen tonight, and I know we should pace ourselves, but I can’t fucking wait. I have to be inside you.”
“What do you mean? What’s going to happen?” I asked, breathless as he finally pulled down my panties and bent me over, right there in the center of the kitchen. I put my palms on the floor to steady myself as Chet gripped my hips and let me feel the head of his cock against my slick opening.
“He’s going to fuck you, and I’m going to fuck her and oh, baby, it’s going to be so sexy.” His cock was hard and ready, and he thrust inside me at a quick tempo, right from the start. Obviously, this evening’s foreplay was talking about what was going to happen. Because even though his body was bringing me bliss, the words he spoke were what took me to the next level.
“You’re going to fuck her?” I asked.
“Like you fuck me?”
“Just like this. Bent over, so I can caress her sweet asscheeks and feel her clench me, exactly like you’re doing now. Did you see the way her ass looked in those little cutoff shorts she had on the other day when she was out watering the lawn?”
“Yeah,” I said, not really thinking about her shorts or her ass at all. I was lost in something else Chet had just said. “Jack’s going to fuck me?”
“Oh, you bet he is,” Chet said, “he’s going to fuck you so damn hard, just like you like it. Just like you need it. And your pussy is still going to be wet because I fucked you first.”
I moaned when he said that. There was something so dirty in that thought. Chet put exactly what I was thinking into words.
“God, I like that, Athena. I like the image of him sliding his cock in and out of the wetness you and I made.”
I was already so close to coming I could hardly speak, but I forced myself to continue. “Are you going to talk dirty to her?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you are. I think you’re going to tell her she’s a little slut, the way you talk to me.”
I have to admit that the emotions running through me were confusing. I was excited, aroused and maybe a little bit jealous but jealous in a good way, if that makes any sense. The thought of my man fucking the sultry blonde Denise was turning me on so fiercely I could almost have climaxed simply from the image. Knowing that Chet was going to let Jack fuck me, well, that was icing.
The truth is that we had talked about this situation for years and years, always hoping that we might connect with another kinky couple, a duo with an equally strong erotic appetite, one who would finally fulfill this most treasured fantasy. Occasionally, we’d meet couples at dinner parties, or through work events, but no relationship had ever blossomed the way we’d wanted. In fact, by now I’d decided that all we’d ever have with another couple was a fantasy.
And now look at this. An attractive twosome had actually moved next door to us and they appeared to want to play the way we’d always imagined.
But could this really come true? So quickly? We had only talked with Jack and Denise a few times. Do people honestly connect so fast? I started to put this query into words breathless words, as Chet was still fucking the daylights out of me but he chided me with two other words. “Remember us?”
Of course I did. We’d made love on our first date, before dinner even, as if we needed to get it out of the way. All summer, we’d flirted with each other made that kind of sizzling eye contact that lets the other person know that you want what they have to offer. We’d already seen each other’s body because we’d met at the pool and we both were as horny as hell. When he’d picked me up at my apartment, he’d literally picked me up, in his arms, and taken me right to my bedroom.
“You do remember, don’t you?” he said softly, his cock still pounding inside me. “Remember what you said, remember what you did?”
Perfectly. I had said, “Please. Can we, please, Chet, don’t make me wait.” My excitement was too strong to worry that he might think I was a slut. He’d known exactly what I’d needed, what I’d wanted. I had worn a semi sheer sundress, and I’d simply pulled up the hem and slid aside my panties. He’d fucked me then like he was fucking me now. With the speed and drilling rhythm that takes me almost to the finish line before the starting gun even fires. He’d made me come twice before dinner. That seemed to be what he was going to do now.
“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked me.
I nodded. He wrapped his fist in my long, dark hair. “I want to hear you say the words, Athena.”
“I want Jack to fuck me,” I said, stuttering, because I was coming as I said the words. “I want you to fuck Denise, and I want to think about your cock driving inside her while he’s fucking me. I want to hear her moan. I want to hear your voice.” I hoped I wasn’t babbling because everything felt as if it was welling up inside me at once. “And when we get home, I want you to fuck me again.”
“You’re so filthy,” he said softly, his voice low and deep. “Are you going to suck him?”
“Do you want me to?” I was asking for permission. Because as soon as he’d thrown out the idea, I found that I definitely wanted to.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I want you to suck his cock to the root.”
I made a little whimpering whisper as he said the words. I could imagine sucking off Jack. In my opinion, he was as handsome as my husband, but like the dark haired version. Jack was dark on dark. Almost black eyes, fuller lips, thick curly hair.
“I want him to feel those sweet lips of yours wrapped around his rod. I want him to think about the fact that I get to feel those lips every night.”
Like I said, his words were what did the trick, taking me higher and higher, so that I came again, even more powerfully than the first time. He thrust into me, and then he slid one hand along my flat belly and down to my pussy. As he climaxed, he tricked his fingertips over my clit, so that my orgasm felt endless. And as I came, I thought about Jack and Denise, and the two of us with them, and swinging.
But then I remembered something. “What did you say when Jack told you he thought I was a hot little ride?”
“I said, ‘If you give her some stick, she’ll purr all night long.’”
As the rush of orgasm started to wear off, I began to worry. What if Chet was wrong? What if all Denise had meant was dinner and a swing on the porch? What if Jack had been teasing?
I stared into my closet trying, to decide what to wear. Should I go with a wholesome look, like my red gingham dress and a pair of tie up espadrilles with cork soles, or something more naughty like white Daisy Duke cutoffs and a tiny printed halter?
Chet peeked at me around the door of the closet. “What’s wrong, doll?”
“What do you wear to swing?”
“Hopefully, not much.”
“Well, I’m not walking over there totally naked,” I told him. “What if all they want to do is swing?”
“Then I’ll give you a push.”
I went with the gingham. Chet grabbed a bottle of wine, and we headed down the steps and path from our house and then up the path and steps to their house. I prayed that there would be some simple sign to let us know what we were in for. Something in neon would be preferable. But even after Denise opened the door, I still couldn’t tell. She had on an adorable yellow sundress and gold ballet flats. Jack, like Chet, had on worn in Levis and a t shirt. They were both dressed in casual picnic attire. There was nothing inherently sexy about them, but there was a vibe. I could feel it when Jack kissed me on greeting, and when I turned my head and saw the way Denise greeted Chet well, then I was sure. At least, more sure. A little sure.
Gosh, I hoped someone would make me totally sure soon give me a push, like Chet had said. That’s all I needed. Ultimately, that’s all Denise did. She said, “Would you like a tour?”
“Of course,” I told her, accepting the glass of white wine Jack offered.
“I’ll take Chet, and Jack will take you.”
Take me, I thought. Take me, Jack.
But take me where? On a tour. Or on more than a tour? I looked at Chet with questioning eyes, and he gave me his classic smile. The one that let me know everything was fine no matter what happened next. And what happened was that I finally got that push. Denise pushed me toward Jack, who took one of my hands and led me down the hall to the master bedroom, and to the swing.
It was right there in the center of their room. I’d never seen a swing like that, and I started laughing with relief. I’d wanted a small sign. But this was big, bold and black.
“What do you think? Do you want to try it out?”
My laughter stopped and a wave of trepidation flooded over me. Then I remembered what Chet had said to me earlier: “We’ve always wanted to. Why not? Why not just give it a . . . swing.”
“I’ve never ” I said softly.
“We’ll go slow,” Jack promised. “You won’t even have to pump.”
I started giggling again, until he unzipped me. His hands were big, like Chet’s, but different. The difference was what made me wet. Not that I don’t get wet with my man but this is what we’d always talked about. How unusual it would be to have another man touch me and another woman touch him. My face started to feel warm, and I would have swallowed the remainder of my wine if Jack hadn’t taken the glass from my hand and helped me out of my dress.
The matching bra and panties made him smile. “You put on something nice for me,” he said.
I nodded. I hadn’t known for sure yes, or no, swing or sway but just in case, I’d worn my favorite dove gray satin undies.
He kissed me. I felt his lips on mine, felt mine respond, thought of where Chet was and wondered what he might be doing to Denise. My panties got even wetter as my imagination took over.
“Are you wondering what they’re doing?” Jack asked, and I looked at him, surprised.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. How did you know?”
“I’m not a mind reader. It’s natural. He’s with my wife, and I’m with you and we’re all thinking of the same thing. What are they doing? And that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? I know you’ve never done anything like this before. Chet said you’d always wanted to, but you never found anyone right. But trust me, Athena. This isn’t just a night. What we’re doing right now is going to spark so many sexy escapades for the future.”
“What do you mean?”
“Later on, you’ll tell him how I had you up in this swing, how I parted your legs, how I pressed my face to your pussy and licked you until you came.”
My knees started to give then, which was fine, because Jack helped me out of my bra and panties, then lifted me up and sat me in the swing.
“I’ve never ” I said again, but my voice sounded different this time.
“You know, Denise has such good instincts about people. She had that feeling. She thought you guys might be new to this.”
“But we’ve always talked,” I said.
“That was the way Chet put it,” Jack continued, “when we were out there in your garage, shooting the shit the other day.”
I thought about that. Why hadn’t Chet told me right away? Maybe he was waiting to see if this fantasy would actually come true. It started to then, when Jack bent and did exactly what he’d promised. He began to eat my pussy. Holy fuck that felt good. The whole time he licked me and nipped at me, I thought of the fact that Chet was undoubtedly doing something similarly sexy to Denise.
Was she sweet, too? I wondered. Would I be able to taste her later on his lips or on his cock?
That thought made me so excited, I almost came right then on Jack’s tongue. He seemed to sense my arousal, because he suddenly stopped licking me and said, “Do you want to? I mean, are you ready?” Suddenly, he seemed to be the shy one. And I was the one to take charge. I said, “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” That was all the encouragement he needed.
I’ve been with Chet for ten years now. I know his cock like I know every other inch of his body. So watching Jack undress was an odd sensation. I felt as if I was seeing something I shouldn’t be, as if I ought to look away. But I knew that he wanted me to watch, that he wanted me to see him pull his shirt over his head, kick off his boots and his Levis.
He was hot broad chested and muscular. He lost his boxers quickly and came toward me. I was so impatient, wriggling and squirming, that I realized I was rocking the swing. Jack laughed. “You look so beautiful,” he said, “so slick and ready. Your pussy is positively glistening.”
I swallowed hard when he said that, and I shivered all over when he ran his thumb between my pussy lips and gathered up a bit of my dew on his thumb. He licked the juice off before gripping the bands of the swing and pulling me toward him. And then we were connected.
Being fucked by a new man was startling. Jack’s dick was different a little thicker, not quite as long. But dare I say it just as sexy. He thrust into me, and he used the motion of the swing to pull me back against him. Again, I wondered what Chet and Denise were doing. Were they on another swing, or were they simply swinging?
“Did you talk about what might happen?” Jack asked, his voice sounding raw.
I nodded. I was caught in two worlds my head playing tricks on me, making dirty movies of Denise and Chet together, my body being taken by our handsome neighbor, who had a cock of gold. He was stroking me with such finesse that I pressed pause on my mental movie and focused more intently on the action at hand.
Had Chet told Jack what I like? I guessed that he might have, when they were doing their manly chitchat in the garage, because Jack started talking to me, and talking dirty always makes me hot.
“Your pussy is so wet, girl,” he said, seemingly in awe.
“That’s because Chet fucked me first,” I confessed. I wasn’t sure how Jack would feel about that, but I knew Chet would have liked me sharing this tidbit. Jack actually laughed. “We had sex before, too,” he said, a smile creeping across his face. “Thinking about what was going to happen tonight, we couldn’t wait.”
“Neither could we.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said. “I like the way your pussy feels on my cock. All hot, and wet, and sweet.”
I bit my lip, listening to him and his dirty talk, feeling his cock inside me. I was so aroused, I knew I was going to come quickly. I wondered if he’d know that, if he’d sense I was on the cusp. Chet would have, but he’s been in me more times than I can count. Was he in Denise now? Would he know when she was on the verge?
As that thought ran through my mind, Jack surprised me. “You come, Athena,” he told me. “Come now, and I’ll make you come again, and again, and again.”
At his words, I stopped thinking about my man and Jack’s girl and nearly everything else and started to focus on the fact that I was climaxing. The sensations rocked through me, and Jack played out the ride, moving the swing in time to my own inner beat, taking me higher and higher and higher.
When we met up in the living room afterward, Chet took me in his arms and kissed me. I turned my head and saw Denise and her man embracing nearby.
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Chet murmured to me. “As good as we’d always hoped.”
I nodded, and Denise started to laugh. “I told you,” she said to Jack. “All they needed was a push.”