Swinging Saved Our Marriage (29 page)

“I like it,” Kyra said.

“Hopefully you’ll show me just how much,” Jeannie said.

“Maybe later.” Kyra shivered at the thought of Rob and Neil watching her go down on Jeannie, their hard dicks in their hands.

“Looks like I’m dry,” Neil said, snapping Kyra away from her fantasy, he shook his empty beer bottle. “Anyone else need anything?”

Kyra made a decision and drained her wineglass. “I could use another. I’ll come with you.” Neil took her arm and led her into the house.

Ethan watched his wife disappear into the house with Neil and knew she was up to no good. That was the whole point of the party, though, wasn’t it? He enjoyed getting to know their new friends, and so far the evening hadn’t been what he’d expected at all. Despite Rob and Ami’s assurances, he had pictured everyone leaving their clothes at the door and just picking a partner. He’d imagined Kyra grabbing a guy, or maybe two, and dragging them onto the couch with her. Instead, it felt like any other suburban weekend barbeque, except that perhaps the attendees were dressed nicer, especially the women. Ethan had just worn a pair of good jeans and a chambray shirt, but Neil was in khakis and a sport coat. The women were dressed to show off their best assets, without being too obvious. Kyra had made a final decision on her outfit three times before she decided on the olive shirtdress. She left several buttons open at the top and bottom to reveal alluring cleavage and thigh. Looking at the other women, Ethan decided it was a good choice.

“We should make it a threesome,” Sarah said, drawing Ethan’s attention back to the conversation.

“That would be great,” Kevin agreed.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan asked, nearly choking on his drink.

“I was saying we should hit the links sometime. I like to think I’m pretty good,” Sarah said.

“Right. Sure, why not?” Ethan said. He could think of many things he’d love to do with Sara and golf was not on the list, unless she wanted to get frisky on the tenth hole.

“Be careful,” Ami warned. “She’ll probably try to hustle you.”

Ethan deliberately tracked his eyes over Sarah’s curves. “That’s okay, depending on the wager.”

Sarah’s smile was broad and warm. “Now you really have my attention.”

Ethan’s cock twitched as he thought about what was going on behind Sarah’s pretty brown eyes. He got why Ami said all the guys liked her. She was a tiny sprite of a woman, full of energy, and the only reason he didn’t tower over her was her black, stacked heels, which had to add at least five inches to her height. She was a lot of sex in a tiny package. Sarah was fit, but she was all curves, and her little black dress draped those curves to perfection. She was exotically beautiful, with full sensual lips and a narrow face. Thick, jet hair tumbled in waves down her back. Ethan guessed she must be part Middle Eastern, at least, but she did not speak with an accent. As good as she looked in that dress and those heels, he could only imagine she was light-years hotter without them.

“Did we lose you again?” Sarah asked, touching his arm.

Ethan realized he’d been staring and tried to think of a way to hide his obvious interest, until he remembered there was no reason for that here.

“I think, perhaps, he was drowning in your eyes,” Ami said.

“Or something else,” Kevin added, staring into Sarah’s cleavage.

“I was just thinking,” Ethan said. “Sorry if my mind keeps wondering.”

“No problem. I’d be babbling if I was thrown into a group of new people.” Sarah stretched up and softly kissed his cheek.

“Why don’t we take a walk? You haven’t seen the garden yet, have you?” Ami suggested.

“Uh, sure,” Ethan agreed, although he wasn’t sure he was ready to part with Sarah yet. He did not want to miss his chance with her.

Jeannie and Kevin had a beautiful home on a couple acres of land. The house itself was a converted farmhouse, totally modernized, and the back section of the property had been stylized as an intricate, English-style garden, with high hedges and crushed-stone pathways. Ami took Ethan’s hand and led him through the winding path, toward an open area with lusciously colored flowerbeds and several wrought-iron benches.

“Was it hard watching Kyra go off? I saw you staring,” Ami asked.

“No, not really. I mean, I knew it was going to happen at some point tonight, right? There’s just still that initial feeling—that lurch in my stomach when I see her with someone else. But that always gives way.”

“I know what you mean. I felt that way too, at first but it went away with time. Now I just hope Rob has a good time, and that I’m going to enjoy myself, too.”

“I’m not sure that it should go away, or even that I want it to,” Ethan said. “It seems appropriate to have some seed of apprehension. And besides, I think it adds to my excitement.”

“Really?”

Ethan grinned. “Yeah. I like feeling like I’m doing something wrong.”

“Then maybe we should be bad right here.”

They paused beside a bench and Ami reached for him. Ethan greeted her kiss with enthusiasm. He pulled her slender body against his and his hands went for her tight ass, pulling her short cargo skirt higher. Her cheeks were left bare by a pink thong. Her fingers raked through his hair and she pressed tighter to him. His cock stiffened, and while he’d been preoccupied with Sarah earlier, Ami had his full attention and desire, now. As Ami untucked his shirt and slid her hand inside it, Ethan wondered who had struck first, him or Kyra.

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Kyra found the wine cellar chilly. It was a converted section of the basement. She was glad Neil had stuck close. They’d gone through a heavy wooden door into the low-ceilinged room with whitewashed stone walls and high wooden racks filled with bottles. Bulbs set in the ceiling provided weak illumination.

“Do you have a particular favorite?” Neil asked.

“I really don’t know anything about wine, so you can choose something.”

Kyra knew when he asked her down to the wine cellar it was just a ruse, and she wondered how long he would carry on with it. If he took too long, she might make the move herself. Now that she was one-on-one with someone, she was in her element. Neil wasn’t quite her type, but he was handsome enough, with short, light brown hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. His glasses made him look distinguished and perhaps slightly older than the forty or so she guessed he was. Neil would not have drawn her attention in a crowd, but that was because she could not see his most outstanding feature. Ami had told her that Neil had the perfect cock.
Perfect cock
were her exact words. Ami said it was big and thick without being too big, and despite his mild-mannered appearance he really knew how to use it. How could Kyra give up the chance to experience the perfect cock?

“So you and Ethan are pretty new to the lifestyle?” He strained to sound casual.

“I guess. It’s been a few months, but we haven’t been with that many other people.”

“But you guys are enjoying it? There hasn’t been any major drama? So many people just can’t handle opening up like this.”

It was funny how he tried to make it sound like swinging was the most natural thing in the world, Kyra thought. Like the people who couldn’t handle it were the odd ones. Although she took to this new lifestyle without blinking, she knew it was strange. She couldn’t even use the word
swinging
until fairly recently. She could only think of what she and Ethan were doing as
experimenting
or
playing
.

“No, nothing serious. We’ve both been enjoying ourselves.” She fixed his eyes with hers. “I really enjoy getting to know new people.”

“That’s good. I wasn’t sure. You seemed nervous before.”

“That’s just because we always got to know people a little bit before we met them in the past. But don’t worry. I’m warmed up now.”

Neil replaced the bottle he’d been pretending to examine and instead filled his hands with Kyra. She didn’t love his beard, but he was a good kisser. She playfully flicked her tongue at his, signaling she wanted more. If that didn’t send the message, he surely got it when she grabbed him through his pants. He was only semi-hard, but already impressive. She wanted those pants off, but Neil’s nibbling on her neck was distracting. He plucked her buttons free, opening the dress to her waist. Her nipples swelled through the delicate lace of her black bra, and when he pinched them she swayed on her heels. Neil touched her like he knew his way around a woman’s body. She focused through the haze of her growing desire and unbuckled his belt. Her moans echoed in the close room as she unsnapped his pants and reached inside them.

“Ohh…Neil…” she moaned.

Ami wasn’t lying. Kyra could hardly wrap her hand around his shaft. She stroked it in his boxers and it twitched for her. Neil’s hands and lips felt wonderful on her body, but she had to check out his cock. She couldn’t wait. She pulled his lips back to hers for another kiss and knelt in front of him.

“You certainly are warmed up,” he chuckled.

“We’re not here for board games tonight, are we?” Kyra smiled.

She yanked his boxers and pants to his ankles and his cock stood at attention. She held him in both hands and a flick of her head tossed her hair back. Rather than tease him—she  might have if she’d had an audience—Kyra just opened wide and took as much in her mouth as she could. She closed her eyes and sucked. It was a tight fit and she couldn’t be as playful as she might otherwise have been. All she could really do was suck, but she did that well, holding the thick base while she slowly slid back and forth on him.  She felt his hand on the side of her head and she looked up to see Neil staring down at her with admiration. He held onto the wine rack and slowly moved his hips in time with her sucking, but he let her keep control. Kyra relaxed and took more of him in her mouth, but there was no way she’d be able to swallow that entire monster. She sucked him as long as she could, until her mouth grew tired, then let him go, smiling before she wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

“You’re pretty damned good at that. Most women don’t go down on me for very long,” he said. She wondered if he was bragging. He certainly had the right.

Kyra licked up and down his shaft, pleased by the way he groaned as she did. “Oh, I’m going to make you cum, don’t doubt that. And after that, you’re going to give me my reward.”

“And what’s what, Kyra?” he chuckled.

“You’re going to fuck the hell out of me.”

“If you’re up to the challenge, so am I. Oh, damn!”

Kyra sucked his heavy balls, glad that his hair was trimmed down there, and smelled faintly of talc. She was glad she hadn’t encountered any men who were unkempt down below. She had to laugh to herself. How many different dicks had been in her mouth over the past few months? And the time she knew these men before sucking them off was getting shorter and shorter. She’d known Neil maybe three hours, and here she was, knelt down in front of him. Kyra felt a perverse pride at what a slut she was being. She stroked his shaft while she sucked his balls, but when she felt she’d done enough, she took him back in her mouth. After his comments, she was more determined than ever to make him cum.

“Damn, that’ll get it done. Keep it up! Just like that, Kyra!” Neil grunted, pumping at her mouth more aggressively.

Neil tried to force more and more into her mouth, but Kyra kept control, her fist limiting how much he could stuff her. His shaft was streaked with her lipstick and her saliva, but she just sucked faster and faster. She was going to get this bastard off. He gasped and gripped the side of her head tighter. He was getting close. She knew just how to finish him.

“Goddam!” he cried.

Kyra tickled his taint with her index finger and in second he was blasting in her mouth. She pointed him at the back of her throat and swallowed fast, as he machine-gunned his load. It felt like he came forever, but Kyra was a pro by now and she swallowed every last drop without choking. Neil staggered back from her and she stood, smiling triumphantly.