Four Ersatz Swinging Singles

Barbara and I got married right after college graduation when we had time between commencement and starting our first jobs. Our honeymoon consisted of finding an apartment and getting moved in. We scrimped and saved. After a couple years we bought a house.

Naturally we 'christened' every room just as we did with the apartment. Our weekends changed. Instead of fooling around in the house, we had yard work to do. On Sundays we went for drives in the country. We purposely did not wear any underwear figuring it would make playing with each other easier, but the seat belts got in the way. We went to the beach, but families with children kept us from doing much more than kissing. Even at night, it was crowded with other couples doing what we intended. We tried going inland and camping. The bugs ate us up. Sex became as routine as taking showers. We realized our lives were dull. Something had to be done to bring back the old sparks.

In desperation we tried the singles' bar scene. We were supposed to enter separately. We would flirt as strangers would. One of us would pick the other up, and we'd go home and be swinging singles. Out of habit, like on our date nights, we went into the bar together. Oops. She went to the ladies' room to separate us for a few minutes while I went to the bar. When she came out, I had her drink waiting for her. We hadn't taken our rings off. Undoubtedly the bartender had seen other couples doing the same thing making the same mistakes. We snuck off to a corner booth to hide our embarrassment.

We decided to give the bar scene a second chance. To avoid being recognized, we went to a different one. She put her rings in her purse, and I put mine in my pocket. I dropped her off at the door before parking the car so she would have time to find a seat and order a drink before I entered. The parking lot was full. I had to park on the street a couple blocks away and walk back. She had been inside fifteen minutes before I got back.

Barbara was seated at the bar talking with some guy. He was much bigger than me. They appeared to be enjoying their conversation. I found a table as close to them as possible and ordered a scotch on the rocks. I strained to hear them, but the band and the general noise level made it impossible to make out a single word. I was tempted to approach her pretending to be an old schoolmate, but I held back fearing he might be the territorial type and would cause a fight that would embarrass her and injure me. After ten minutes or so, she saw me. She flashed me a quick smile and continued her conversation.

I glanced around the room and saw a woman about Barbara's age sitting alone a couple tables away. Picking up my drink, I walked over to her. "Would you like to dance?" I asked her.

She looked me over quickly. "Sure," she said as she stood up. "I'm not doing anything else."

"I'm George," I said as I led her to the dance floor. I caught a flash of gold on her left hand as she put her arm on my shoulder. A waltz was being played.

"I'm Carla." We danced in silence for a minute. "Look, this is a singles' pickup place. I'll be honest with you. I'm married, and I'm not going home with you or anybody else except my husband."

"Does that mean the dance is over?"

"No. You are a good dancer. I just don't want to give you any false hopes. See that big guy at the bar talking to the blonde? That's my husband. We've been having problems at home."

"He's supposed to be hitting on you?"

"Yes. Are we that obvious?"

"You are wearing your rings. The blonde is my wife. I'm supposed to be hitting on her."

Clara put her left hand over her mouth and giggled as she stared into my eyes. "You're kidding."

"No. She came in first so we'd be apart when I came in. Your husband doesn't believe in wasting time."

"This is so ridiculous. I can't believe we're both married couples pretending to be singles. I wonder if your wife has told Ted who you are."

"I doubt it. Shall we ask them?"

"No, I want to make him think you are making progress with me. He's looking our way. Kiss me." I intended to give her a quick peck. She put her hand on the back of my head and held our lips together. My dick stirred involuntarily. When our mouths parted, she smiled. "I like the way you react. Ted saw us. Look."

We made a quarter turn so we could see our spouses. Ted's hand was on Barbara's knee. She wasn't resisting. He stood up and put his arm around her. They kissed like lovers. Just as Clara was trying to make Ted jealous, Barbara was trying to make me jealous. I didn't know if I should have been jealous or happy that she was attractive to other men. "I think it's time to introduce ourselves. I hope Ted isn't the jealous type."

"No, he's a pussycat. He won't hurt you. Let's wait a while. I want to see if they take the initiative to come to us." The music ended, and we returned to her table. She put her rings into her purse.

Barbara's hand was on Ted's thigh. I wanted to end their flirtations, but Clara's hand on my leg stopped me. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we watched them. Ted's hand moved up to Barbara's thigh raising her skirt in the process. She made no attempt to stop him.

When would this nonsense end? I hadn't been too keen on the bar scene, but I figured if it would help our marriage, it wouldn't be too bad. I hadn't expected to find a rival, and I certainly hadn't expected to be sitting with any other woman, especially my rival's wife. I had an advantage. Barbara couldn't see Clara's hand on my thigh. She had stopped checking on me and was giving Ted her full attention. Clara's hand caressed the tip of my cock through my pants. I looked into her eyes. My eyes closed, and my lips found hers. My hand went under the table to her bare leg. Without hesitation I slid my hand up her dress and found a naked hairless pussy. As my finger slid up and down her slit, her legs opened for me. She fondled my rapidly hardening dick enthusiastically.

We were breathing deeply when our lips parted. "That was supposed to be for Ted, wasn't it?" I said.

"Yes," she said softly, "but right now I don't care. Did your wife leave her underwear at home?"

"I don't think so. We didn't talk about it. I really don't know."

"Ted's very good with his hands. She could be as hot for him as I am for you."

"Are you swingers?"

"No, but I think before the night is over, we all will be. We're supposed to be swinging singles tonight."

"You're drunk."

"This is my first, last, and only drink of the evening. Did you really think she'd rebuff every guy that hit on her until you came to her rescue? She's a beautiful woman. What's her name?"

"Barbara."

"You're intimidated by Ted's size. Like I said, he's a pussycat. If you walked up to them, he'd run away. You wanted to see if Barbara was attracted to him. She is. He's very handsome. Basically, you created the situation."

"You had no part in it? You tried to separate them and failed? It seems we all have a hand in it."

"You have your hand in it." She grinned at her own joke. "It's partly our fault too. We are stuck in a rut. We thought pretending to meet all over again would rekindle the old romantic flame." It was my turn to smile. "You, too? We have more in common than we realized. I love Ted, but right now I wish they would leave so I could take you home."

"Ten minutes ago, you said you weren't leaving with anyone but Ted."

"A girl has the right to change her mind. I'm more turned on now than I have been in the past year, and it's all your fault. I'd love to fuck your.... Look out. They're coming."

Clara and I sat up abruptly and straightened our clothes. I stood up and nervously extended my hand to Ted. His grip was firm but not crushing. Barbara slid into the seat next to me while Ted sat beside Clara. "That was quite a show you two were putting on," Barbara said.

"You weren't exactly a model of decorum either," Clara said. "I should apologize for hitting on George. He is rather hard to resist."

"I want to apologize too," Ted said. "I shouldn't have let things get out of hand."

"Out of hand or into hand?" I said. Ted looked down sheepishly. "We're all guilty of misbehaving. I vote we be friends."

"You have my vote," Ted said.

"Ours too," Clara added as Barbara nodded her head.

"Would anyone mind if I danced with my husband?" Barbara asked as she stood up. Naturally no one opposed the idea. I stood, and Barbara and I went to the dance floor.

The waltz has always been my favorite dance. It allows maximum body contact while being fully clothed. I glanced down and saw she wasn't wearing a bra. I don't know why I hadn't checked before. She might have been wearing one and had removed it once she was in the bar. She saw me looking and smiled. She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm not wearing panties either," she whispered. That announcement inspired by cock to inflate. "Is Clara wearing any?"

"No, I said softly, "and she shaves too."

"How does it feel?"

"Soft and smooth."

"Would you like me to shave?"

"I will if you will."

"I have to tell you something. Ted's gotten me pretty hot."

"Maybe we should go someplace and get you hotter. I know where there is a parked car."

"He wants to ditch you and Clara and take me home. Do you think she'd go for it?"

"Is that what you want? What about me? Don't I have any say in it?"

"Of course you have a say in things. You have full veto power if you want to use it. Do you want to use it?"

"I don't know. I probably should. This night is supposed to only be a game for us. Do you want to sleep with him?"

"If we weren't playing a game, and if I was really single, I'd definitely would take him home and fuck him. I bet you'd like to get into Clara's pants."

"She isn't wearing any." My breathing was becoming slower and deeper.

"We wanted to relive our swinging single days. I think she wants you. It would just be sex. The game doesn't have to stop. You'll take her home; I'll take Ted to our house. In the morning, he will leave just like any guy I picked up, and you will come home. We will have been swinging singles just like we intended."

"Singles don't have wedding rings."

"You aren't wearing yours. I'm not wearing mine. We both complain about boring routine. We both want to do it."

"What if they don't want it?"

"We go screw in the car."

"Are you sure it's just fucking?"

"Absolutely. Let's do it."

My breathing was becoming faster and deeper, as was hers. "It won't hurt to discuss it with them. They might like the idea too. If they don't...."

"We'll go to the car. Either way this is going to be a hot night. Look. He's feeling her up. He's getting her hot for you." My right hand slid down to Barbara's butt and pressed her pussy against my boner. Ted's hand was under Sally's skirt. Undoubtedly, his fingers were working her pussy. "You're ready for her. Let's go."

We stopped dancing and went back to the table. Ted and Clara stood as we approached. Clara put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Ted and Barbara were still kissing when Clara picked up her purse and headed toward the door with me.

My stomach was in knots as I led Clara to my car. I was having second thoughts, but it was too late. We were committed. I had to concentrate on Clara to keep my mind off Barbara. What if she decided to stay with Ted? I couldn't think about that. I had a gorgeous woman on my arm who was hot for my body, and I was eager to get into hers. I had screwed married women before I met Barbara. Clara would just be another horny housewife to conquer.

Clara kept her hip pressed against mine as we walked the two blocks to my car. She had her arm around my waist; mine was on her shoulders. I fumbled with the keys as I unlocked the car door. After she got into the passenger seat, I pulled the seat belt across her lap and hooked it to the floor catch. She grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me.

I got into the driver's seat and hooked my seatbelt. "I guess this is it," I said as I started the engine.

"Yes," Clara said softly. "If it helps, I'm scared too."

"What's to be scared of? We aren't virgins. We are two horny singles who have the hots for each other."

Ten minutes later, we were parked in her driveway. I got out, opened her door, and gave her my hand as she got out. I followed her to the door. She dug around in her purse and found her keys. All that time, I was asking myself, "Why am I doing this?" I had sent my lovely wife home for the express purpose of screwing another man, and I was about to fuck his wife. Was monogamy dead?

She closed the door behind us. In the glow of the streetlights coming through the window, I saw her reach for the light switch. She stopped and turned in the dark to face me. I heard her breathing deeply. I stepped up to her and put my arms around her waist. She laid her chin on my shoulder and put her arms around me. She was trembling. Instinctively I kissed her forehead. Her breasts with their erect nipples pressed against my chest. My dick was stirring. "It's nice to feel you want me," she said. "In the bar, this was fun and games. The idea of sleeping with you made me hot. It's not a game anymore. I brought you here to fuck me. Ted is going to fuck Barbara. We are pretending to be single, but we aren't. Should we be doing this?"

"We don't have to do anything we don't want to," I said.

"What about them?"

"Knowing Barbara, she's already naked. When she gets something into her head, it's difficult to stop her."

"So we don't have much choice."

"We can choose whatever we want. We can be faithful; we can cheat; we can be swinging singles regardless of what anyone else does."

"Cheating is when the other person doesn't know. We know they are together. They know we are together. They are at your house to have sex. We're here for sex. There aren't any secrets. It's all open and above board, yet I'm as scared as when I gave Ted my cherry."

"We weren't virgins our first time. I don't know who got her cherry, and I don't care to know. I've never been with a virgin either. I have fucked lots of married women. I haven't been tempted by another woman since I met her until tonight. I've gotten so used to her that I'm standing here wondering what I should do. I don't remember how to seduce anymore."

"Do you remember how to fuck?"

I chuckled. "That's the problem. All we do is fuck. We don't make love anymore."

"Us, too. Would you like to see the house?"

"Lead on."

She turned the lights on. "This is the living room. We don't do much living in it. Mostly we pass through between the kitchen, the bedroom, and the front door." She took my hand and led me down the hallway. "There's the bathroom, and here's the three bedrooms. Only one gets used. Someday we hope to fill the others with children." She pulled me to the kitchen. "This is where we cook and eat breakfast and supper. We brownbag our lunches. The utility room is over there, and that door leads to the garage."

The table was bare. "Maybe you are eating the wrong meals here."

"What do you mean?"

I maneuvered around so her back was to the table. She backed up until her legs were against the table. "Maybe you should be having dessert here. You, of course, being the dessert." I put my hands on her waist, lifted her up, and sat her on the table. I laid her back and pressed my mouth to hers. I held the kiss while I unbuttoned her blouse. Her right hand held my neck while her left opened my fly and searched for my dick.

"Yes, fuck me here," she gasped. I kissed her chin and her long neck slowly. She was begging me to enter her immediately, but I ignored her pleas. Slowly I placed a circle of lip prints around her left breast. Three times I went around it coming closer to the nipple each time. She was panting and gasping for air as she stroked my rigid cock. I sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her hips bucked with a powerful orgasm. My mouth went to her right tit. I repeated the circle of kisses around it. Another climax surged through her when I reached the nipple. Each of her ribs received a kiss as I worked my way down to her quivering tummy. She lifted her hips so I could remove her skirt. In a flash her smooth, swollen pussy lips were fully available to me. The lips had already opened. The light flick of my tongue sent her into a paroxysm of orgasmic bliss. Her thighs clamped against my head holding me immobile for a minute. "Fuck me now!" she pleaded. I continued to orally caress the folds of her labia to send her into a prolonged series of climaxes, each stronger than the previous one. "I can't take any more!" she screamed. I shoved my pants to my ankles as I stood up. I pulled her bottom to the edge of the table and slid into her slippery tunnel. Her legs encircled my waist pulling me deeply into her pussy. My own lust consumed me. All thoughts of Barbara and Ted vanished as I hammered Clara's vagina with my steel rod. My thrusts began at maximum speed. My body became numb as my senses focused on my loins. All sound ceased as my nuts became tighter and tighter.Was she screaming with passion? Was I? I couldn't hear. My first wad burst into her womb. Her legs pressed against my waist as my second load crashed into her. Again and again my balls contracted until her cunt overflowed with my cum. I collapsed atop her fighting for breath.

After what seemed like hours but was probably minutes, my breathing slowed enough for me to find the strength to lift myself off her. On shaking legs, I walked around to the side of the table to kiss her lips. "George," she said, "could we do that again some time?" (Again? Maybe after a couple months of celibacy.) "I don't mean tonight, but some other time. Ted and Barbara don't have to know. I can't do anything more right now. I'm not sure I can make it to bed."

"Don't expect me to carry you," I said. "I hardly have the strength to breathe." I found a chair and sat down beside her so I could look into her glazed eyes.

"I don't think I've ever seen a man in a suit with his pants down to his feet and his dick hanging out." She tried to giggle. "You look positively ludicrous and absolutely gorgeous. Help me up and we'll go shower."

I stood and gripped her hands to pull her up into a sitting position. Clara slid off the table and took my hand. Forgetting my pants, I took a step forward to follow her and landed on my face. I had to laugh thinking about the ridiculous sight I made. She was laughing too as she knelt and helped me out of my trousers.

After we showered, we stretched out on the bed. She curled up beside me and laid her head on my shoulder. "Thank you," she said softly. "I haven't been fucked like that in a couple years."

"Your body could tempt a saint," I said. "What's wrong with Ted?"

"We've been in a rut. It's as much my fault as his. We've been so caught up in our jobs that we think of little else. We forgot about smelling the roses. How do you think Ted and Barbara made out?"

"She was hot to trot at the club. Remembering what her sex drive was like when we were dating, I'd say he has his hands full."

When I awoke around nine the next morning, Clara's head was still on my shoulder. Very gently I rolled her onto her back and got up. When I returned, she was beginning to awaken. I got back into bed just in time for her to roll back onto my shoulder. She looked at me with a puzzled expression for a moment, then smiled. I put both arms around her and kissed her forehead. She responded by tightening her arm on my chest for a second.

We laid there cuddling for half an hour. At some point, she went to the bathroom. Although I had to leave that morning, I knew I had to have her again, and again, and again. Barbara had not responded to me the way Clara had the previous evening in years. I can't say I became a swinger at that moment. I wasn't ready to swap partners with any couple that came along. That might come later. I still loved Barbara, perhaps even more for allowing me, nay, compelling me, to sleep with another woman. I could only pray her desire for Ted was simply animal lust and not boredom with me or a desire to end our marriage. I would know soon enough when I went home. For the moment I had Clara in my arms. She was warm, soft, tender, and passionate.