Chapter 1
"Make love to me," Beth instructed Allan as his tongue expertly explored her most personal parts. She always loved Allan's cunnilingus and he had special ways of arousing her. He'd earlier aroused her by a slow gentle massage with some aromatherapy oils of Clary Sage and Ylang Ylang and some music on in the back ground. Allan crawled up her body and leaned forward, kissing her gently. Beth responded, her tongue searching for his, tasting her own juices on his tongue as they kissed. She needed his cock and she reached down between their bodies, her hand in search of his healthy seven and a half inches, guiding it into her warm, wet and welcoming pussy, sighing deeply as Allan entered her. They both groaned as the mutual pleasure raised their pulse rates, their heart beats racing faster than Jenson Button. Allan smiled to himself as the simile brought images of formula one racing cars and he wondered if he'd discovered a new meaning for pole position!
Beth, blissfully unaware of Allan's mental visions, was getting off on his pole inside her as his thrusting movements became more accentuated, starting slow but building pace. Their tongues remained entwined as she thrust her hips back into his, digging her heels into Allan's buttocks, forcing him deeper into her. They'd been married for a couple of years now, having been together for more than 5 years and they both enjoyed a full and satisfying sex life. Beth had dated guys before she'd met Allan but other than kissing and petting, she'd never gone all the way with anyone other than Allan. He was all she needed, all she wanted and she was deeply in love with the man. He was good looking, stood 6'1" and was fit in more than one way. Sure, he was a regular down the gym but he was also very attractive and she found it easy to be turned on by this good looking hunk. He wasn't just looks, either, his education had enabled him to acquire a well paid job and they enjoyed a good standard of living, their joint incomes resulted in sufficient surplus income to spend on luxuries such as good holidays. And on top of all this, Allan knew which buttons of hers to press to turn her on.
She disengaged from their kiss.
"I love you" she whispered as she felt the first wave of orgasm approached. Beth tensed her pelvic muscles, making her pussy tighter, accentuating Allan's pleasure as well as her own. Their breathing became more laboured as they rocketed towards their climaxes, Allan's forehead perspiring despite his obvious fitness level. Beth looked up at her husband and lover and, in one final burst of passion, she thrust herself into his hips with such force, she felt his balls slap against her buttocks, the slapping sound louder than their passionate breathing. She arched her back as her body went into an uncontrollable spasm, her breathing suspended temporarily as her body reached orgasm, swiftly followed by a second, the process sending Allan into orgasm as well, thrusting himself deep into her and holding himself in place as he ejaculated into his wife, filling her pussy with his sweet sticky cum.
They lay together, their bodies still joined at the hips as they fought to regain their breath, Allan supporting his weight with one arm, the other gently stroking Beth's long dark hair. God, she was horny he thought to himself. Her 34-24-34 body on a 5'7" frame gave her ample curves and sufficient height to turn any guy's head. She was definitely attractive and always received a lot of attention, not all of it unpleasant. She knew how to look good and she enjoyed having the power to turn guys on, to make men want her, to feel aroused just by her looks. By the same token, she was a one man woman and that man was Allan. She'd fancied him from the very start when they met when she was a sweet and tender 18 year old virgin. She'd given herself to Allan and, since then, she'd wanted no-one else and doubted that she ever would.
Allan had had a few girlfriends before he'd met Beth but he was totally smitten with her. At first, he thought it was just an infatuation but it slowly became apparent that they had mutual feelings and 3 years later, they married.
Beth was used to receiving attention and loved to flirt a little but nothing more than a bit of harmless fun. She was used to being asked out and chatted up at work, at clubs or even just out shopping with girl friends. But since she met Allan, she was completely content as, indeed, was Allan.
Later that evening, they had gone out to a club and Allan had queued up at the bar to get some drinks. He'd watched Beth from a distance being chatted up by total strangers and, at first, it had made Allan's blood boil. She was his woman, get your filthy hands off, he'd thought to himself. Then he'd noticed he had gone rock hard in his trousers whilst merely watching them. How could this be? He wondered how it were possible for him to get aroused thinking about the love of his life, his woman, his betrothed being chatted up by a total stranger. Was this normal?
"Silly arse" he whispered to himself as he thought the consequences through. All that was happening was that some guy was chatting to his wife, he wasn't cuddling her, kissing her, groping her or, worse still, making love to her. So what was the problem? The problem was the more he thought about the consequences, the harder his cock got.
"Yes, mate" the barman said, shaking Allan out of his day dream. Allan ordered the Vodka and Red Bull's and returned to the table. Allan was introduced to the strangers as Beth's "Husband" and as he stood at an intimidating 6'1" and well toned, the strangers made brief polite conversation before making their excuses and leaving them in peace. Beth smiled and Allan smiled back. His eyes, however, gave him away.
"What's up with you?" Beth queried. Allan smiled more, his eyes misting over with the start of some perverted thoughts.
"Oh, nothing" he lied. Beth cocked her head to one said and gave him that "Don't lie to me" look that she had.
"Well......" Allan began, "...I'll tell you when we get home" he said, hoping to distract her with a dance.
"No. Come on. Tell me" she persevered. Beth was a very strong willed woman. Allan sighed. How could he tell his wife that he was turned on thinking about her in the arms of another guy. She'd lamp him one, he was sure of it.
"You ever heard of Prurient?" he said, outright. He hoped she was unaware of the phrase. So far, luck was with him as Beth shook her head. Beth wondered if it were an insurance company. In fairness, Allan had only become aware of the phrase recently when a work colleague introduced him to the concept. The colleague had told Allan about a prurient club where members, all couples, indulged in what was known as soft swing.
"You know what swinging is?" he probed further. Again, Beth shook her head.
"Is it something that monkeys do on trees?" she said, half seriously, half tongue in cheek. Allan grimaced. She was in one of those moods, was she? Beth took a sip of her drink.
"Swinging is a term used for......" he felt very self conscious that this could ruin a great relationship and physically prepared himself for a slapped face "......wife swapping" he said, reaching for his own drink and holding it to his lips, partly for protection but mostly to hide his face from hers as be blushed. "Soft swing is where you entertain...another partner......whilst your own partner watches......but only with your hands......oh, or your mouth" he stammered his way through the brief description.
"What are you saying" Beth said, her voice intimating. Beth was not enjoying what she was hearing.
"Only to play out at home" he replied meekly. "As a fantasy, you know" he winked at her, taking a big sip of his drink. Allan knew he was not alone in his thoughts, the quantity of websites obviously had sufficient subscribers to make it worth their while. Allan was still uncertain why he was so aroused by such thoughts. After all, he'd kill anyone who tried to harm Beth. But what if the stranger meant her no harm at all, only pleasure. Didn't he love her enough to want her to have pleasure? Of course he loves her enough. But to imagine some stranger pawing at his wife's gorgeous breasts, the breasts he himself found much pleasure in caressing, kissing, nibbling, sucking......he noticed himself getting hard again.
"Why?" Beth's question broke his train of thought. "I thought we had plenty of fun in the bedroom area" she said, her hand slipping under the table and stroking his thigh, noticing his already firm bulge in his Levi's.
"Yeah. Well, it was just a thought" he said, taking another large swig from his vodka glass.
"I couldn't bear to think of you with......another woman" Beth said, her words carefully pronounced. Allan knew she was going to say something less polite like "Some old trollop" or "Slapper" or something.
"But we've played out fantasies before" he said, bravely trying to defend his honour. Beth stopped in her tracks. It was true, they had acted out fantasies before. Not often, mind you, but enough for a bit of variety. Dressing up seemed pointless when shortly after beginning, it would all be removed again, she had thought to her self. But she was also aware that keeping her man happy in the bedroom would make him less likely to stray. And, according to an article in a woman's magazine, variety was the spice of life as sex could get a bit boring.
"How do you plan to do that then?" she asked cautiously. Allan put his drink down. Could she be warming to the idea. 'Best not rush it, take it step at a time' Allan thought to himself.
