The Swap – Chapter One by darkride

2021

Chapter One – Chris & Scarlet

Chris hurried home from work. It was Friday, and tonight was the night. The plans were made. Everything had finally come together. He and his beautiful, shy wife Emily were going to “swap”, and have sex with someone other than each other for the first time in both their lives!

All of his friends were envious when he married Emily straight out of high school. She was a cute girl-next-door red-head with just the right amount of freckles, an almost elfin face that made her look that bit more young and innocent than she really was, with a curvaceous body. But, what Chris’ friends were mostly jealous about – Emily was a gamer. Not only could Chris hang out with the love of his life – she would thrash him at Call of Duty, too.

As Chris sat on the train heading home, he hoped Emily wasn’t getting cold feet. They had been married now for 5 years, and whilst he had listened to his single friend’s drunken tales of debauchery during their college days, he and Emily had mostly snuggled up with popcorn and a movie. Their sex life had become rather routine, and more and more sparse. Now and then Chris would try to introduce new things to the bedroom, like toys, and role play, but Emily preferred a lights-off snuggle than a Harry Potter dildo.

Things started to change one night however when the pair were gaming, and Emily casually mentioned that one of her friends had tried a threesome. Chris seized on the opportunity, even bringing up the idea of someone else joining them in bed when they were snuggling, which he was delighted to find made Emily’s sex juices extra juicy. After the snuggles however, Emily was closed to the idea of inviting someone into their sex life. “It would be too strange seeing you with someone else. I don’t think I could bare it,” she told him.

Finally, several months later, as they were playing a game of Destiny, Emily asked a question.

“Could it be another couple, rather than one person?”

Chris, eyes on the game, didn’t catch on. “Two people – playing Destiny – like we are?”

“No. Like… a swap… not a threesome…”

Chris’ Guardian promptly died as he almost dropped his controller. “Oh! Right – ahh, yeah – sure! If that’s what you like?”

“But… could we be in different rooms? So I don’t have to – watch you…?”

Whilst Chris was very keen to enjoy the sight of Emily having sex with another man, he wasn’t going to step on the idea of separate room swapping now that it was being offered. “Yes, hon, that’s absolutely okay, if that’s what you’re comfy with!”

He lent over and began planting kisses on Emily’s neck, but totally failed to distract her from the game. She did however bite her lip nervously as she processed what she had just put into motion.

Chris walked into their open plan apartment and came to a full halt. Emily was standing, pacing, up and down the length of the kitchen. She was wearing her sexy red cocktail dress, with a split going up passed her knee. It hugged her curvy body, as well as accentuating her legs, which Chris noted were in her favorite strappy heels. In short, Emily looked amazing.

“Go! Go have your shower! They’ll be here soon,” she rushed him impatiently.

“They” were Erik and Scarlet, their “date” for the evening. They were the third couple that Chris and Emily had seriously considered for their sexual adventure. Emily had insisted that she didn’t want any dead-beats, hoping instead to find another couple not unlike themselves – professionals, who could be trusted to keep secrets. The first couple had seemed pleasant and intelligent by email, but when they met them in person at a cafe, they were quickly crossed off the list. The second couple Emily felt were too pushy and older than what appeared on their profile. When they first saw Erik and Scarlet, Chris thought it was going to be another lost cause. The reality did not match their profile pic. Instead of the clean-cut couple presented online, the couple walking towards their table looked like they had walked off a commune. Erik had wild looking hair with a wispy beard, not to mention several tattoos and a very hairy looking chest, gauging by the growth popping out of his partially unbuttoned shirt. And Scarlet’s manicured brunette hair was now a wild platinum white, with nose and lip rings, long black painted nails, and she was wearing ripped jeans and similarly torn t-shirt.

Chris glanced over Emily’s frowning face, and was about to suggest they make a run for it, when he noticed Emily’s reaction suddenly change. As the two couples exchanged pleasantries, Erik took Emily’s hand in his, holding it longer than felt comfortable, as he spoke softly to her, all but ignoring Chris. It was as if a switch had been thrown, and Emily’s initial hesitation had dissipated instantly, and been replaced with something close to infatuation. Again, Chris decided – who was he to step in the way. Whilst Scarlet’s appearance wasn’t his normal cup of tea, it would still be amazing, getting to have sex with this goth-girl, knowing that his sweet wife was in the other room of their apartment, enjoying the scruffy looking emo boy. And if he continued to play his cards right – who knew what the future may bring?

Emerging from the shower, Chris immediately heard voices. “Damn!” he muttered to himself as he quickly finished getting ready, and walked into the living room wearing a neat white button shirt and black pants. Chris himself was not punching above his grade in having caught Emily. He was just short of being “tall”, with a fit (if not 6-packed) body, and a cute mop of curly brown hair, that at the moment was rather flat from his rush to get out and “save” his wife from having to entertain their special guests alone. He knew that whilst Emily was quite at home yelling abuse into her headset whilst bashing players online, she usually felt awkward around people she didn’t know, and this situation was already far from the ordinary.

The sight that befell Chris therefore surprised him, as he saw Emily sitting on the sofa next to Erik, a glass in her hand with something alcoholic, probably gin, telling Erik the story of how they had met back in school, fighting over the last computer in the library. Her face showed her excitement telling the story, but Chris felt the underlying currents too. Whenever Erik spoke to Emily, his words seemed so soft yet intense, and so very focused on her. When Chris saw that his hand was on her thigh, he appreciated even more the emotions and sensations that his wife must be feeling at that moment. Like at the cafe, this guy seemed to capture her mind and body.

Chris called out a hello, which went nearly completely ignored by all – just a brief glance from Scarlet. He crossed to the kitchen and poured himself a drink, bourbon on the rocks, noting that both of their guests were already taken care of, and then sat next to Scarlet, who was sitting on the opposite sofa to their partners.

“Glad you found the apartment okay,” he offered.

“Mmm”.

“Seems Emily’s giving up all our secrets over there,” Chris tried again.

“Not yet,” Scarlet replied, finally looking at Chris. “Give it time…” She smiled, staring into Chris’ soul, before leaning uncomfortably close to him. Chris glanced at his wife, wondering if Scarlet was about to kiss him, when she instead flared her nose slightly as she gave him a sniff. “Ok, big boy,” the strange woman muttered. “Show me the rest of your humble abode. Starting with the bedroom?”

The goth woman stood and took Chris’ hand, heading in the direction Chris had arrived from earlier. As they passed the other sofa, Chris tried to give Emily a kiss, but Scarlet wasn’t slowing down. “Love you, Emily”, he called out as they left Erik and Emily on the sofa, but Emily didn’t so much as break her gaze from the man who now had his hand inside her panties.

“Ahh, we’ll take the guest room,” Chris told Scarlet, leading her passed the master bedroom and bathroom, to a smaller bedroom with a futon against one wall, and a few boxes against the other.

“Cosy,” Scarlet commented drably, before pushing Chris backwards onto the futon. Before joining him, she closed the door, and flicked the light off, leaving the room only dimly illuminated by the lights coming in from the window. She slowly began crawling up his body on hands and knees, before leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

As she broke the kiss, Chris tried to fix what he saw as a problem. “Could we maybe… turn the light back on?”

“No,” came the prompt reply, accentuated by another kiss, this time ending with teeth gently pulling at his lower lip.

Don’t complain, Chris! Chris thought to myself, before trying to run a hand along Scarlet’s side, toward her breast. Scarlet’s response however was to reach down and take his hand, pulling it up over his head and holding it there firmly. She then took his other hand too for good measure, holding them crossed above his head, then kissed him again, this time letting her tongue part his lips, and flicker inside.

The sensation of Scarlet’s tongue in his mouth was something that gave Chris a moment to pause. He knew his own tongue sometimes felt furry after a hard night’s drinking, but – Scarlet’s tongue felt furry, rough, as she teased it around his mouth. His eyes, which had closed when their kiss began, opened, and he found himself staring into Scarlet’s eyes. He could tell she was smiling at him, and as she continued to tongue kiss him, Chris noticed two things. His cock, which had been hard the moment she had asked to see the bedroom, was now throbbing in his pants, as this unorthodox yet beautiful woman had him neatly trapped underneath her. And secondly, there was something funny about her eyes that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.