“Well,” said Randy, “this is a bit awkward, but I’d guess that most everyone in this room was having sex in the last little bit, so let’s just ignore that part and get to know one another.”
I was still imagining Sally riding on Randy and her tits bouncing and jiggling, but tried to put that out of my head and just get to know them a little.
We talked and ordered food, and then talked some more. Randy and Sally had been married for 20 years and were on a second honeymoon to celebrate. Her mother was watching their two kids and all their pets back at home. Randy was a commercial real estate broker, and things were topsy turvy since Covid in that market as so many people were working from home. Sally was a software engineer who was already working from home most of the time, even before Covid. Their two girls were 14 and 10.
“The older one knows just enough to be embarrassed to think that her parents are off on a honeymoon!” laughed Sally, “so we need to have some other stories when we get back home!”
We told them a little bit about us – just finished college where Derrick majored in biomedical engineering, and I was a communications major. I was about to start a job at an advertising firm, and Derrick was going to grad school.
Obviously, our worlds were very different.
At some point I decided to go to the bathroom, and in a cliche, Sally jumped up to join me.
In the ladies room she said to me, “Hey, I want to thank you two!”
“For what?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, a bit sheepishly, “for being so vocal.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry, I do get a bit vocal when we are going at it! We didn’t mean to disturb anyone!”
“No, I mean it – thank you! After being married so long, and having kids at home, and so many activities, when we do get time for sex it’s late at night and we try to keep it quiet. Even when we got here, it was just routine. Then we heard you, and something lit a fire in Randy and we fucked like we hadn’t, quite literally, in years.”
“Well, it’s still embarrassing, but I guess I’m glad that we helped!”
“We used to be quite adventurous,” she continued. “We would have sex outside in the backyard, sometimes on the porch, or we’d go for a drive and park somewhere just to fuck. We even had sex in the gazebo in the park in town. A policeman caught us that time – I had to blow him just to keep us from giving us a fine or having us arrested!”
“What?” I asked, a bit shocked that this middle-aged mother of two had a past like that.
“Oh, that’s just the beginning, Jess! We got into ‘the lifestyle’ for a while before the girls came along, too.”
“The what?” I asked.
“You know – swinging!”
I just looked at her, a very stunned look on my face.
“But, you two look so, oh, I don’t know, PTA, suburban soccer parent to me!”
“You’d be surprised!” she said, “There are people in the lifestyle that you’d never dream of, but a part of sharing in that is that you never reveal who else might be part of it. Suffice it to say that I’ve seen ‘men of the cloth’ without their cloth!”
I was just shaking my head. Derrick and I had shared fantasies with one another, and I told him of my fantasies to be part of a threesome – involving another man, and involving another woman. I remember being very nervous telling him about it figuring it might turn him off – especially the one involving another man, but it seemed to get him excited, too. Our expectation in revealing these fantasies was that, in general, they were simply fantasies – although one that he revealed to me that we tried, and kept, in our repertoire, was him tasting his own cum, either eating me out after fucking, or a nice cum kiss after a blowjob.
“Are you still here?” I heard her saying.
“Oh, sorry, just off in thought,” I said, feeling my cheeks go red.
“What kind of thought?” she probed.
“To be honest, thinking about the two of you at some kind of orgy party!”
“Well, listen, most of swinging is not about wild orgies – it’s about small, intimate get togethers where people simply swap partners for the evening.”
“So, do you miss that part of your relationship?” I asked.
“To be honest, yes. It allowed us to have some level of sexual freedom and experimentation, and we brought things we learned from others back into our relationship with each other – both our sexual relationship and our day-to-day relationships, too.”
“Are you looking to get back to that on this trip?” I asked hesitantly.
“No, this was just about finding our own spark again. Of course, you being so vocal helped us do that, too! So, circling back to the start of this – thank you for helping us out!”
Suddenly she was giving me a hug.
“Oh, wow! Well, you’re welcome,” I said, feeling a bit nervous about the conversation, “I think we need to be getting back to our gentlemen!”
When we returned to the table, Derrick said, “Hey, Jess, Randy had the idea of bringing a bottle of wine back and we can all share it on the veranda and watch the ocean in the moonlight for a while. Sound like a good idea?”
“We’re buying!” Randy added.
I glanced at Sally given the conversation we were having, and in spite of some misgivings, said, “Sure, that sounds nice!”
We all walked back to the bungalow together and agreed that we’d meet out on the patio in about a half an hour. I pondered whether to tell Derrick about my conversation with Sally or not, finally deciding that I should tell him.
“So, um, listen, when Sally and I were in the ladies room she told me some things about their past. Their, uh, sexual past.”
“Yeah?” he asked, kind of sitting up to pay attention.
“I’m a little concerned where this is headed because of that conversation,” I told him.
“Really, why?”
“Well, she said that they had some experiences with other couples – that they were swingers.”
“Wow, really?! They didn’t seem the type, to me.”
“And how many swingers have you known before?” I asked him.
“Well, I guess none, really, but I have an image in my head, and they seem so, I don’t know, suburban vanilla.”
“Wow, I thought the same thing – I even said that to her, but she said I’d be surprised at the people in the ‘lifestyle’.”
“The lifestyle?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’s what she called it. Anyway, I’m just wondering where this might lead us. They clearly got off listening to us, and frankly, I got excited listening to them, too.”
“Are you suggesting swapping with them?” he asked.
“No, no, but I’m wondering if that’s what they’re going to ask us.”
He had an odd look on his face.
“What would your answer be?” he asked.
“Derrick, we just got married – I love you, I really do!”
“I know you do, and you better know that I love you, too. So, you would not be interested then?”
“Why are you pushing this? Do you want to?”
“Remember when we’ve shared fantasies in the past? How you mentioned three-ways?”
“Yeah, and how it excited you, too! But what has that got to do with this?”
He looked at me, and began, hesitantly.
“I was not fully honest with you then, because, even though we said things were just fantasies, I thought that you’d think it too strange, and that you’d think I was too strange.”
He stopped and I waited for him to continue.
“Well,” he finally resumed, “I always thought it would be sexy to watch another guy fuck you, while I was fucking someone else, and…”
He paused.
“And what?”
“Well, then for us to swap again.”
“You mean come back together again?”
“Eventually, yes, but first, we would, well, swap partners before coming back to us.”
“You mean like swap where I partner up with the woman and you with the man?”
“It’s all just a fantasy, right?” he asked.
“Wow,” was all I could say at that point.
Just before leaving for college my high school best friend had confessed to me that she was a lesbian. I’d already known, or at least thought I’d known that, but then she said that she’d had a crush on me. We sat in the family room of her parents house, two nights before leaving for college and I let her kiss me and somehow that sparked a torrid night of exploration where I’d eaten her pussy as she ate mine. It awakened in me a curiosity about bisexuality, but I hadn’t done anything with it since. I looked over at Derrick and he looked absolutely petrified at his confession.
I walked over to him and hugged him and kissed him.
“It’s all just fantasy,” I said to him.
I heard the door of the other half of the bungalow open and could hear Randy and Sally talking as the walked out to the small veranda.
“They’re heading out,” I said, “and I was going to put on something more comfortable.”
Derrick quickly shed his nice shirt and slacks and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and sandals and headed out the door. I considered doing the same, but settled on my beach cover-up, a short ruffled dress with a red and pink hibiscus print. Feeling a bit frisky, I did not put on a bra, but then again, compared to Sally’s prominent bust, my barely C-cups would not really be noticeable, especially in the dark.
I went out to the veranda and found the other three with wine glasses in their hands and a fourth glass waiting for me on the small table. We watched the moon over the Caribbean and listened to the gentle waves coming in to the beach. The wine bottle was quickly emptied and Roger excused himself to fetch another from their bungalow. When he returned he refilled all of the glasses and we continued to talk about whatever came up.
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