Happy New Year friends! I hope you are all having a safe, wonderful, and warm start to 2023.
Last week I decided to challenge myself to write a new story every weekday which I would post to Medium (for various financial reasons). It’s been a few days, but so far it’s been going well, and I’ve enjoyed the internal push to get my pen moving (so to speak).
I’m not going to send them all out to you here, because I don’t want to flood your inboxes, but if you’d like to read them, you can find them there.
That said, I will absolutely share some of my favorites, including today’s story, Swapping Things Around. I will also keep on writing and posting new member’s only stories on this little late-nigh newsletter (which you won’t find anywhere else).
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Swapping Things Around
Wife-swapping is for hippies. Swingers are old and wear Birkenstocks, and orgies are fucking awkward.
But as the four of us sat on my couch, a couple of martinis in, and with Nina Simone on the old record player, I was stuck contemplating that age-old question: which do I want more, to fuck his wife or to watch him fuck mine?
“Okay, so tell us about your weird slutty lifestyle,” Maggie said. My old friend’s wife cut right to the chase, and I credit the martinis and my keen bartending skills.
“We’re the laziest of sluts, if anything,” Kelly said, leaning against me gently. “We used to go to sex parties and all that, but recently we just haven’t had the energy.”
“I told you, it’s not a big deal,” Tom said, squeezing Maggie’s knee. “We didn’t mean to pry; we’ve just been…. You know, thinking about opening things up.”
My expectations for the night instantly shifted because as much as Kelly and I had joked about converting our old friends, I never thought it was an actual possibility. But when they brought it up, I could feel the temperature in the room rising quickly.
“Oh, awesome,” Kelly continued, her calm demeanor balancing my palpitating heart. “There are a ton of great books out there, but it mostly involves a lot of talking, sharing, and talking some more. Of course, we’re always happy to answer any questions you might have.”
For the next half hour, we talked about boundaries, negotiations, the difference between polyamory and swinging, and various parties and scenes they might want to explore. It was an intellectual conversation. In fact, it was so much of a heady academic discussion that I wondered if we were all compensating for something.
When I got up to mix another batch of drinks, Maggie followed behind me with an offer to help. But it wasn’t until I turned around to find her so close I could taste her breath that I considered the possibility that things were moving in a new direction.
“Tom wants to fuck your wife,” she whispered as she touched my shoulder. “He’s shy about it, but every time you two come up, he mentions your open relationship and makes a joke about it.”
“Wow, okay, I’ve noticed he’s friendly with her. What about you? This is all pretty new to you guys, and I know that sometimes a lot of emotions can come up that feel complicated and….”
She kissed me before I could finish my sentence.
And then I kissed her back.
Her soft lips tasted slightly of gin and lemon, but more importantly, they tasted like Maggie, and I was hungry for her. I spun her around without thinking and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. I had been hungry for Maggie since the day Tom introduced us, but I had never so much as pondered the possibility.
“I love how much bigger you are than me,” she whispered as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. “It’s like you could toss me around, and I couldn’t resist. Not that I’d want to.”
“You’re gorgeous, but are you sure Tom’s okay with this? We usually talk about stuff before diving in.”
“If they’re not half naked by now, I’d be surprised. Trust me; I only brought it up to see if you two were down to play. And when I got up to follow you, your wife was already sizing him up like a piece of meat.”
As much as I wanted to stand there and kiss Maggie all night (among other things), I was also curious about our other halves. It we were playing a game, I still didn’t know the rules.
We were quiet as I helped Maggie off the counter and over to the door. I put a finger to my lips as I cracked it to see if her guess was correct.
“Wow, they moved faster than I thought,” Maggie said with a gulp. Through the door, we watched Kelly on her knees with Tom’s hard cock in both hands as she licked her lips. I wrapped my arms around the small woman in front of me and slid one hand beneath her shirt to find her small bare breasts.
“Are you jealous?”
“I might be more jealous if I couldn’t feel your hard cock against my ass.”
“I might be more jealous if the beautiful girl in front of me wasn’t so wet,” I said, slipping my other hand into her jeans as we watched. “So very wet.”
“It’s hot watching, but we should join them, I guess?”
“It would be polite,” I said, pulling my hand up and letting Maggie taste herself on my fingers. “But it would be hotter if I fucked you right here as we watched.”
She turned and kissed me again, this time so hard that we stumbled through the doorway and into the living room in a tangle of limbs. I turned back and caught her as I fell to the carpeted floor, and even as we landed, she kissed me again with a laugh before looking up with a sheepish grin.
“Hope we’re not interrupting.”
“I was wondering if you two were going to come back or if you were just going to fuck on the counter without letting us have a glimpse.”
Kelly was only half joking as she knelt on the floor, her shirt next to her as she held Tom’s hard cock in one hand and rubbed it between her breasts.
“So, I guess we’re doing this, babe?” Tom said to his wife. “Are you down?”
“I’ll be more okay once we catch up,” Maggie said. And then, as Kelly went back to sucking my old friend’s cock, his wife pulled off her shirt before undoing my jeans.
“Yours too,” I said, fumbling with her pants as the two of us haphazardly removed our clothes until we lay completely naked on the floor. Maggie was exquisite as we kissed again, this time with her on my lap as I lay with my back to the couch. I wanted every inch of her naked body against mine, and she kissed me and bit my lips with equal enthusiasm.
Nearby, Kelly and Tom lost their clothes as well, and they quickly switched positions so he could eat her pussy while she perched on the edge of the couch.
Each time Maggie shifted, I could feel her grow wetter against me, and all I could do was imagine how good it would feel to finally be inside her.
“Are they gonna fuck?” she whispered as I gripped her ass and raised her ever so slightly.
Tom had moved up to Kelly’s stomach as she lay with her legs spread, and his cock bobbed up and down in anticipation.
“It sure looks like it,” I said, holding Maggie above me, my cock positioned just right to fill her if I let go. “And how about us, beautiful? Should we fuck too?”
She reached between us and rubbed my cock head against her wet folds; Maggie closed her eyes. Nothing moved as I felt her soft skin, and I wanted to stay there forever because, at that moment, the possibility of fucking Maggie was more enticing than anything else I could imagine.
And I wanted it to linger and smolder until both of us caught fire.
“Are you gonna fuck me, big boy?” Kelly said, laying back as Tom crawled up her body. “Are you gonna put that big cock in me and fuck me like you’ve always wanted to? Come on, handsome, don’t make me wait.”
Tom growled and playfully scratched at her as they stared wide-eyed at each other. But while they were naked and ready to fuck, there was a playfulness that bordered on cute. Kelly’s dirty talk was top-notch, but there was a difference between gut desire and a friendly fuck.
“I don’t want you just because they’re doing it,” Maggie whispered as she let herself sink onto me until the head of my cock was inside her. “I don’t want to do it just because we’re allowed to, or it’s a fun game.”
She pushed down lower but stopped when I was halfway inside her. I looked into her blue eyes and kissed her gently. With both hands on her ass, we could stay still forever; we could drift away and never return.
“Why do you want to fuck me?” I asked as I pulled her down, slowly sinking into her until I was buried in her warm wet body. “Tell me, Maggie, why do you want me inside you?”
A few feet away, Tom and Kelly were at it, fucking theatrically with dramatic sighs of pleasure and release. He knelt between her legs, fucking her hard and fast as she made a show of coming, and I had to turn away.
“Because,” Maggie whispered as we slowly began to move, her hips raising and lowering as we gently fucked. Each time I was deepest inside her, she clenched and kissed me, and for whatever reason some bodies fit together so well, ours was a perfect match. I could feel her on every inch of my cock, and our connection bordered on transcendent.
“Why?” I asked again, hoping my eyes were dry.
“Are you gonna come on my tits? Make a big mess of me? Come on, handsome, don’t hold back!”
Kelly’s voice was loud and demanding, and yet I could barely hear her.
Maggie shook her head as she continued to roll her hips as we moved painfully slow. I kissed her neck and breasts, gripped her ass tightly, and as I pulled her to me, I realized we were all in different worlds.
“It’s okay,” I said as my wife and Tom collapsed in a sticky embrace of laughter. “We don’t need words.”
Maggie nodded as a few tears trickled down her face, and together we began to come wrapped up in each other’s arms. She buried her face in my neck as I held her tightly, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to say the word love.
After long minutes of silence, Maggie got up and excused herself to use the restroom. I slapped Tom on the shoulder where he lay and promised to return with the drinks this time.
I pulled on my shorts but remained mostly undressed as I moved to the kitchen and resumed my bartending duties. Just as I poured four glasses full of ice-cold martinis, Maggie wandered into the kitchen in her white panties and a soft smile.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I placed the drinks on a tray.
“Yeah, I needed a moment before things went back to normal.”
“Are things normal again?”
She stepped up and kissed my cheek.
“He’s always wanted to fuck Kelly. But I think for me…. I think I always wanted something else. Not more, necessarily, just different.”
“We’re not all built the same,” I said, squeezing her arm as I tried to look away. “But I think you and I might be more similar than we knew.”
“You’re sweet,” she said, stepping back as our hands slid down each other’s arms until our fingertips barely touched. A second later, she was gone, back into the living room with a bright laugh and teasing words for her still-naked husband.
I took a deep breath, picked up the tray of drinks, and told my brain and heart to leave me the hell alone.
Back in the living room, everyone grabbed a martini while the music played. The lights were dim but warm, and the house smelled of sex, booze, and bodies. We smiled and laughed as we drank, and nothing was the same.
Back in the living room, it was all just a game.
Loved this one