The Swap

‘As long as he got the order right this time,’ Angela said. ‘I ordered a dirty martini before and it wasn’t very dirty.’

‘And you like it dirty?’ Rob asked with feigned innocence.

Angela flashed a sour smile at him. ‘I love my martinis to be dirty. Yes.’ She looked set to say something more and then noticed the misaligned buttons on Sophie’s blouse.

‘Look at these,’ she said, encouraging Sophie to step closer. ‘Let me sort them out for you.’

Sophie swallowed and did as Angela asked.

The blonde worked with deft speed, teasing the buttons through their holes and then refastening them. Her fingers rested against Sophie’s tingling skin with a lightness of touch that was like the most intimate of lover’s caresses. As she was adjusting the clothes, Sophie realised it would be great to spend the night with Philip and Angela because she believed either member of the couple would be equally satisfying as a playmate.

‘There you go,’ said Angela, patting Sophie’s chest. ‘You’re properly dressed now and looking lovely again.’

Sophie glanced at Rob and nodded tersely. They didn’t usually do much in the way of silent communication and this was as close as it came to them trying to communicate psychically. She wanted him to invite Philip and Angela to spend the night in their suite. She wanted them to stop pretending that none of them knew swinging existed and she wanted them all to go upstairs, get naked and fuck.

Rob seemed to understand what she was saying.

He cleared his throat and then glanced from Angela to Philip. ‘You’ll have to forgive me for being so straightforward,’ he began. ‘But I’m curious to know. Do you two play?’

‘Play?’ asked Philip uncertainly.

‘Swing,’ Sophie interjected. ‘Do you two swap? Do you two share?’

Her voice trailed off as she realised she was running out of synonyms and neither Angela nor Philip was making any move to show they knew what she was talking about.

‘Rob and I have an open relationship and we were wondering if you two had a similar understanding?’

Philip and Angela exchanged a glance. Angela looked momentarily panicked. Philip soothed her with a comforting pat on her wrist.

‘No,’ Philip told Rob. ‘We don’t swing or play. We’re totally monogamous in our relationship.’

He shot a warning glance at Sophie. At the same moment Sophie noticed that Angela was flashing a similar warning glance at Rob.

‘Although,’ Philip continued, ‘I’m sure I speak for Angie as well as myself when I say we’re both very flattered by your interest.’

‘But …’ Rob started.

Sophie clutched his leg. ‘Isn’t that sweet, Rob?’ she said, speaking over her husband. ‘Perhaps we should practise monogamy like Phil and Angela and see how that works out for us?’

He nodded and placed his hand over the one she had on his leg. In a soft voice, too soft for either Philip or Angela to hear, he said, ‘We already do practise monogamy like Phil and Angie. I owe you a grand.’

Four For The Seesaw

Charlotte Stein

‘Go on, Tia,’ he says, and I want to say no. But he’s rubbing and teasing my nipples – which are tight and swollen anyway – and it’s real muggy and close in here, and I don’t know. Why would I want to say no, again?

He knows that I like what he’s doing. He sticks out his tongue and wets the material of my T-shirt, pushing that slickness down and down through the material until it’s all over my stiff nipple. And then he licks and sucks the tip until I’m squirming on the airbed, glancing across at the sleeping forms of Sean and Kay.

They’re going to wake up. It’s obvious they’re going to. I’m not a quiet fucker and we’re only in this tiny little tent.

I spread my legs open for him anyway. He gives me this cheeky grin when I do, before getting his hand right down there to rub and worry my clit. I’m already really wet, so his fingers just slide around in all my juice, easing down to my grasping hole before coming back up to rub me some more.

Any second I’m going to come. I’m going to come in a tent with our friends right there next to us, and I’ll be really loud and probably say dirty stuff like fuck my cunt.

When he slides down, down into the tight heat of our shared sleeping bag – that smirky smile still on his cheeky lips – I hiss at him no. No, God no. I fight against him in the strict confines of the sleeping bag, but he’s between my legs before I know it. He just tugs my knickers aside and runs his tongue along the length of my slit, all over the plump outer lips, and then worms inside to find my stiff bud.

I know why he’s doing this. I do. It’s all because I confessed that I think Sean’s a real cutie, and he confessed that he thinks Kay’s a babe, and everything is now going downhill from there. At the top of the hill are normal people, who get jealous when their other halves talk about how hot someone else is. At the bottom there’s us, trying to get off with our objects of desire right next to us.

I bite my lip hard and glance across at them. Both of them are still sleeping, but that doesn’t help me all that much. They’re so pretty to look at and this is such a filthy thing, that it only gets me closer to coming. Sean’s got this sexy mouth, real soft and sensual with lips that hardly seem to have any outline. And his eyelashes are like a girl’s, fanning out soft and charcoal black against his milky skin.

Ryan thinks he’s too feminine, but that’s not true. He’s got a real masculine air about him, what with the strong jaw and his jutting chin. His blue eyes go right through you, and it almost makes me wish they were open, now.

Almost.

And, oh God, Kay’s lovely, too. I can see what Ryan likes about her. That great big thick swatch of red hair, that cupid’s bow mouth. I bet a mouth like that looks amazing sliding down Sean’s cock, while he arches up on the bed for her. I bet he arches. I bet they look so good together, what with her being so small and slight and him so big.

And then Ryan catches the underside of my clit with just a flick of his tongue, and I forget whatever it was I’d been thinking. The trembles my body is going through spiral suddenly out of control, and a tense, tight orgasm grabs holds of me – one that makes me jerk and groan and cream all over his face, picturing Sean’s mouth pressing against Kay’s sex. His tongue in her pussy, circling her clit.

God, that’s good.

It’s so good that I don’t stop Ryan when he climbs back over me, and notches the head of his cock against my slippery hole.

‘My turn now,’ he says as he shoves in, and I notice that he can’t stop his eyes straying over to Sean and Kay, either. Ah, the grass is always greener. Though I suspect the grass is meant to stay green and over there. Not right in our faces as we fuck an inch away from it.

‘I love you,’ I tell him, as he drives into me. ‘I love you.’

But I’m staring at Sean’s sleeping face as I say it.

We’re being far too loud, and I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised when Sean opens his eyes. Though I am just the same, and even more so because I’m looking right at him when he does it. He seems startled to see me so close and intent on him, but then that’s how he is. A little nervous, a little uptight.

I’m sure he’s going to get tighter still when he realises what we’re doing.

I don’t shy away, and so I see him studying me close up. His eyes inch over the rutting shapes we make slowly, in sections: first flicking to the place where our joined hips will be, beneath the sleeping bag. Then to Ryan’s hand over mine, on the pillow. Then back to my face, still turned towards his.

I’ve always loved the way Sean shows interest in things. By careful, studious increments, as though his eyes are better able to explore something than his hands. There’s an aloofness about him, too, as though even something as base as sex is a thing you can detach yourself from and examine.

He isn’t like Ryan at all. Ryan is quick witted and open, he’s bold. Sean hangs back, assessing, first. His assessing makes me flutter the muscles of my pussy around Ryan’s cock, and he grunts when I do.

I want to ask Sean, Do you ever grunt? But just the idea of asking him something like that makes me twist beneath my thrusting boyfriend, clit sparking, nipples tense, the tight coils of another orgasm winding up low down deep in my belly.

I close my eyes tight against it, but when I open them again Sean is still watching with those strange curious eyes.

‘Kiss him,’ Ryan says, and I almost jump at the rude intrusion of his voice into something that had momentarily seemed so private. As though he’s just a machine, over me, servicing me, while I gaze at something pretty.

But Sean just gives him an incredulous look. I think he believes Ryan is kind of a jerk. But then so am I, because I’m doing this too. Right? And if he wants to think that, well he can go ahead, and have something for his trouble, too –

I lean forward as quick as anything, and plant one on him.