Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 28

This is the twenty-eighth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit).

The year is 1983 and this episode focuses on the third part of our summer holiday following my graduation. This time we're in Greece and, because Lesley and I spent most of the time with each other, I thought that I'd try to write this from Suzy's perspective.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

p.s. I'm writing this here in the UK, so if you're reading this in the U.S. then apologies for the spelling.

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If you'd told me two months ago that I'd be sitting on board a yacht, sipping Champagne with a group of friends, six of whom I'd already slept with, then I'd have said you were smoking something. It's not that I'd have objected to the idea though. Far from it. My sex life had been a disaster, since well... forever.

I'd never really had sex until I went to university and I quickly developed a reputation as a terrible fuck. Things never really improved after that. The problem was I was really submissive. I needed to be told what to do in bed otherwise I just sort of lay there. Guys my age weren't keen on that. They wanted their sex to be interactive and I could understand their problem with me. When you added the fact that I was never relaxed enough to orgasm you could see that I wasn't a great prospect and by the time I was twenty five I'd pretty much accepted my lot in life. I had a decent job, a good social life, just no 'significant other'.

STEVEN & LESLEY

I first met Lesley on Rachel's Hen Night in Nottingham. We were both going to be her bridesmaids. I'd been Rachel's best friend at Uni. and Lesley was her friend from work. We'd got on well and spent a lot of the evening chatting and dancing together in the nightclub. It sounds silly but I developed a crush on her. I'd never felt this way about a girl before.

On the weekend of the wedding we met up again, but of course this time she was with her husband Steven. He was handsome, drove a Porsche and the two of them looked good together. When they arrived at the hotel on Friday evening I'd like to think they could have sat with anyone in the bar but that Lesley chose to sit with me. They invited me out for some food and we chatted over a pizza. I wanted to dislike Steven, but he was a genuine guy and I could see that Lesley loved him.

When we got back to the hotel Steven stayed in the bar for a drink with the groomsmen while Lesley and I went to our rooms. As we parted in the hotel corridor we hugged platonically. I couldn't help myself and clumsily tried to kiss her, then immediately apologised. Lesley told me she'd enjoyed it and could kiss her again if I liked, so I did.

The first time with Lesley was amazing. I confessed my sexual inadequacies to her and she took control. She guided me through how to pleasure her and, when she orgasmed, a wave of satisfaction swept over me. I'd finally found someone who understood my needs.

Steven didn't fuck me until the day of the wedding. During the reception the three of us snuck away and he had both Lesley and I while we were still in our bridesmaid's dresses. He knew I was submissive but although he was an athletic lover he wasn't as dominant as Lesley. He came in me while I was on all fours, 'sixty nine'ing' Lesley. I wiggled my bottom for him when he came and it's been something I've done for him ever since.

I hadn't realised it at the time but that was my audition for the role of their live-in lover. The following week I gave notice on my flat in Croydon and moved in with them.

DANIEL & KATE

Lesley had been up front with me from the start about her and Steven being swingers, but I hadn't really expected to be introduced to this part of their lives so quickly.

On the Sunday after the wedding we drove back to London and I'd thought that the three of us would spend another night together. However, Lesley explained that Sunday night was the night they spent with their friends Daniel and Kate. Lesley invited me to come with them and I'd have done anything to be in her good books.

Meeting Daniel and Kate for the first time was a shock for a few reasons. Firstly, there was the wealth. I'd never been in a house so big or so fantastically furnished. Daniel, apparently, was a very successful businessman. Secondly there was Daniel's age. Although he was both fit and attractive, he must have been in his late forties. Thirdly, there was the obvious attraction between Lesley and Daniel. They both doted on each other, and for some reason, both Steven and Daniel's stunning younger wife, Kate seemed perfectly happy with this.

When we split up for bed that evening I went with Lesley and Daniel while Steven went with Kate. Lesley had us dress up in our bridesmaid's dresses again and she offered me to Daniel much like a lioness might offer its mate the first pickings of a freshly killed antelope. It felt exciting to be treated this way but even more so when I found out that Daniel was much more confident and dominant in bed than Steven. He took control of both Lesley and I and had us both do his bidding. Once he'd cum in me I was dismissed and told to go and find Steven and Kate, with strict instructions not to touch the cum in my pussy until I'd shown it to them. I was in heaven.

I couldn't really figure out Steven and Kate however. Although they were both fine physical specimens they seemed a bit bland compared to Daniel and Lesley. They were more like brother and sister (although clearly they weren't) than lovers. They were both kind to me though. Either of them could have objected to my presence but instead I was welcomed by both and it was Kate that insisted I come to Greece and join everyone on Daniel's yacht.

FABIEN & CAROLE

I first met Fabien and Carole in France at Steven and Lesley's belated wedding party. The party weekend was a milestone for me as it was the first time I orgasmed. Fittingly it was with Steven and Lesley. Steven was fucking me at the time while Lesley fingered my clitoris. It felt fantastic, I was relaxed, I wasn't nervous and once the floodgates had burst there was no going back it seemed.

Fabien and Carole arrived late on the evening before the party. Carole was Daniel's ex-wife who had now married her younger lover and lived with him in Provence. Carole was in a foul mood when they arrived and immediately commandeered Steven for the evening. Lesley explained that Carole could be a formidable woman but turned to putty in Steven's hands. So that night I slept with Lesley and Fabien. It was ok but Lesley got most of the action.

In the morning Lesley left us alone and went out for a run with Steven and Carole. It was the first time in a long time that I'd been alone in bed with a guy. Fabien knew a little about my story and we got to talking about me being submissive. What followed for me was half an hour of the most mind blowing sex I'd ever had. Fabien certainly knew had to control a woman.

If the wedding was a high point in my sexual awakening what followed next was definitely the low point.

I'd been invited to join Steven and Lesley at Carole and Fabien's house in Provence for a couple of weeks and after the events of the party I couldn't wait to see Fabien again. Things were going well until, one night, when Steven and Lesley were seeing other friends, Carole, Fabien and I played a game of master and servant. At first Carole was tied to a St. Andrews cross in their basement and I was told by Fabien to paddle her then fuck her with a strap on while he watched. When it came to my turn to be the subject, they bound me to their whipping bench and then Fabien whipped me with a riding crop until my backside was raw. The two of them then started forcing larger and larger dildos into my pussy and they finished off with me kneeling in front of Fabien while Carole wanked him until he came over my face.

In the morning my backside was so sore that I could hardly sit down and it was a week before the marks on my skin went away. Stephen and Lesley were furious when they found out and it resulted in Fabien going to stay with friends in Italy for a few days to let the situation cool down. I know that Fabien and Carole shouldn't have done what they did, but the trouble was I'd enjoyed it at the time.

Markus and Heike

I'd met Markus and Heike at the party but hadn't got to know them properly. They were from Germany and big clients of Daniel's company apparently. They were also very rich too. Heike was in her early thirties and another beauty. She seemed to be the life and soul of the party and she too seemed to have a thing for Steven. Markus was late thirties. He wasn't like any of the Germans I'd met before. He was charming, almost self-effacing, and spoke English with an American accent.

I didn't know that they were going to be guests on the boat. I think there had been a last minute change of plan. Their gain had been my loss however. The boat had four sumptuous double bedrooms and now that there were four couples it meant that I was downgraded to a room with twin beds instead.

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Carole, Fabien and I flew into Rhodes from Marseilles in the morning. Fabien had returned from Italy that week and the three of us had spent the last few days together. I'd slept in their bed but we hadn't had sex. Fabien seemed reluctant to risk it.

The journey from the airport to the marina took about an hour and when we got to the boat Lesley, Steven, Daniel and Kate were already there waiting for us. It was so good to see Lesley again and we hugged for ages. Lesley nuzzled her face into my shoulder and kissed my neck. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me and I so wanted to be with her again.

Being hugged by Daniel was almost as good. I totally got what Lesley saw in him. I was apprehensive about hugging Steven though. I'd never been able to tell if he really liked me or not but he greeted me warmly, as did Kate. More importantly, Fabien and Steven hugged. Guys were like that. They could move on and put it all behind them much better than us girls. Carole then hugged Steven as hard as I'd hugged Lesley. She really did turn to putty in his arms.

The crew took our luggage and showed us where we were sleeping.

"I'm afraid you've drawn the short straw," said Fizz, a tanned perky young New Zealander, as she showed me to my quarters. Although it had only twin beds it was actually quite spacious. "If you get lucky, you can join the beds together," she joked, showing me how to do it.

"Here's hoping," I laughed, then wished I'd kept my mouth shut.

The boat itself was a huge fifty metre twin-masted yacht, built for comfort rather than speed. Although it was modern it looked a bit like one of the old tall ships. The salon on the main deck had a huge open plan lounge, dining and TV area with a purpose built bar. It even had a television. Outside there were soft cushions to sit on, areas to sunbathe and a permanent table for al fresco dining. Perched on top of the salon were the bridge and another sundeck. The boat was quite something.

Markus and Heike were last to arrive and, after we'd completed another round of hugs and they'd been shown where their cabin was, the crew passed around champagne and made their introductions. All three of the crew were dressed in white Bermuda shorts and a white polo shirt and each of them had a tan that you only got from being dressed like that every day.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen," said a fit, dark haired man about thirty years old. "I'd like to welcome you aboard. My name is John Campbell and I'm your captain. The crew consists of my first mate, deckhand and younger brother, Matt, and our chef and steward, Fizz. If there is anything that we can do for you, you only have to ask."

I giggled to myself when he said that. There were a few things that he and his brother could have done for me.

"Our plan for the week," John explained, "is to sail each morning, find somewhere nice to drop anchor for a few hours and then continue on to our destination by mid-afternoon. Fizz, do you want say anything about the dining arrangements?"

"Tonight, we're going to have a meal on board and dinner is at eight. Your host, Mr Davidson has requested that you dress formally, but don't worry this is the only night you'll need to do it. For the rest of the week a restaurant has been booked for you at each of the places we visit. So I won't be preparing an evening meal unless of course you ask me to. Breakfast and lunch is available whenever you want, just ask, and of course the bar is fully stocked. And don't worry, we've got enough supplies to make an Atlantic crossing."

"Are there any questions?" John asked.

We all looked at each other and agreed that there weren't. Then we got the obligatory safety briefing. After that the crew disappeared but exactly where they went to I wasn't quite sure.

When it came time get ready for dinner everyone went to their cabins. I had a look in Steven and Lesley's and it was sumptuous compared to my more utilitarian berth.

"How the other half live," I said to them.

"Well you can share it with us tonight, if you like," Steven offered.

"You don't mind?" I asked, relieved it was Steven who had suggested it.

"Of course not," Lesley said, hugging me. "We promised each other we'd spend every night together this week, but that doesn't mean you can't join us."

"I promise I won't bother you too much," I told them. "But tonight would be nice."

"Have you sorted things out with Carole and Fabien?" Steven asked.

"Yes," I told him.

"Good. And the marks on your bottom, are they gone?"

"Would you like to see?" I replied cheekily

"I can wait until later," he said. "Now come here and give me a kiss."

I liked the way Steven seemed both more interested in me and more assertive. I suspected Lesley had been tutoring him, but if it worked then where was the harm in that. Steven kissed me full on and his tongue entered my mouth and found mine. At the same time Lesley started to kiss the back of my neck and I felt myself go weak at the knees.

We'd all been told to wear formal dress that evening and I'd brought along my only cocktail dress for the occasion. As I got dressed I caught my reflection in the mirror. I didn't look too bad. I wasn't in Kate or Heike's league but my figure was slim and my face was ok. I could have done with bigger boobs but you can't have everything in life. My most striking feature, I'd always thought, was my hair, which was jet black and cut shoulder length. People always asked if I dyed it, but that was its natural colour.

At dinner all the men looked handsome in their dinner jackets and the girls looked good too of course. Kate stole the show but that was to be expected. When we sat down to eat I was between Lesley and Markus. Markus was easy to talk to but I wondered what he thought of me. I mean, what was a single girl doing on a boat full of swinging couples?

Before the meal arrived, Daniel tapped his glass with a knife to bring the group to order.

"I just wanted to say a few words before the food arrives," he said. "I've had this boat for six years and never been on it before. The reason for that is Kate. I bought the boat in a bit of a mid-life crisis after Carole and I got divorced. When I met Kate I realised it wasn't a boat that I needed after all."

Kate reached over and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"But it makes me really happy to be here with you all now. Carole, I'm glad that our divorce didn't spoil our friendship and I'm glad that you married a guy who was worthy of you. But I'm really glad that you agreed to come back to work at Durolitum because you always were a part of it."

"Thank you Daniel. You know I'll always love you, even though you frustrated the hell out of me some times."

"Steven, Lesley. You two are the future of Durolitum and I do mean both of you. Steven would be lost without you, Lesley."

"I keep telling him that," Lesley said cheekily.

"And of course you know how Kate and I feel about you both." Daniel continued.

"We love you too," Lesley confirmed.

"Markus, Heike. We're really glad you could join us. Too many relationships in business are superficial, so it's nice to make some real friends along the way."

"We are very pleased to be here, Daniel. Thank you for inviting us."

"And Suzy, we've only known you a short while but as Steven would say, 'You're part of the pack' and you're very welcome."

"Thank you, Daniel," I said, grateful that he'd mentioned me.

"Now, normally there would be more than three crew on the boat, but for obvious reasons I wanted to keep things intimate. All of the crew are, you'll be relieved to hear, open minded and very discrete. So what happens on the boat stays on the boat. But please bear in mind that this means we'll have to do a few things for ourselves. That's why we're eating out each evening, for one."

"Daniel, on behalf of us all, thank you for organising this holiday," Carole said. "It's a beautiful boat and a very kind gesture."

I couldn't wait to go to bed that night. I'd only been away from Lesley and Steven for a week but it had felt like an eternity. When we got back to their cabin Lesley undressed me then the two of them kissed my whole body from head to toe. I closed my eyes and submitted to the sensation. When they stopped, Lesley climbed on top of me and I opened my legs for her so that she could lie between them. She rubbed herself against my pussy and I held her head in my hands as we kissed.

"Did you miss us?" Lesley asked.

"So much," I replied.

"Have you had sex since we've been away?"

"No," I admitted.

"We'd better put that right then," Lesley said climbing off me.

"Get on your hands and knees," said Steven. "You know how I like to fuck you."

I knelt for him doggy fashion and Lesley slipped in underneath so that I could 'sixty nine' her.

"Lesley tells me that I've got to be firmer with you. Is that what you want?"

"It is."

"It doesn't come naturally to me," he said, "but I'll try."

I'd been ready for Steven's cock all evening. He slipped effortlessly into my wet pussy and pushed himself all the way in then waited for a moment. I came almost as soon as he'd done this which I know, excited Lesley. It was a relief to know that I could still orgasm. I'd been worried that I'd be too nervous.

When Steven had fucked me before, they'd always been marathon sessions. This time he came within five minutes and I took it as a sign that he was turned on by me. He slapped his cock into me telling me that I was a dirty slut for wanting it and then out of nowhere he just emptied himself into me. I wiggled my bottom for him afterwards just like I knew he liked, then when he'd turned soft he pulled away and I let the cum drip onto Lesley's face. Lesley clamped her mouth on my pussy, sucking out as much of Steven's cum as she could. She made me orgasm again just from doing this, then I climbed off her and we kissed, sharing the cum between us.

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At six o'clock in the morning the boat's engines started. They woke me up and despite trying for half an hour I couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up and went to explore. When I got on deck I could see that we were already in open water and Rhodes was getting smaller as we sailed away from it. I poured myself some orange juice and stood on deck admiring the view. It was then that I noticed Fizz doing yoga on the deck above.

"Hi," she called out. "Fancy joining me?"

I walked up the stairs to the bridge deck and greeted her.

"I've never done yoga before," I said. "I'm not sure that I've got the right clothes on."

"Don't worry about that."