From Cheating to Swinging

"What ads?" I asked Ann.

"In those newspapers I brought home," she said. "We have to advertise in order to attract customers."

"I should have known. You never do anything halfway. Have you decided what we are going to do with all this...ah, fucking money we're going to make?"

She giggled. "I figure we could pay off the mortgage and retire in about five years. There are still a lot of things we haven't done yet."

"Here we go with the checklist again."

"Tom, please don't be annoyed with me. This is a whole new world. I've often wished you had gotten my cherry. I should have offered you my bottom sooner so you could have gotten that first instead of Eric, but I was so scared you'd be shocked and leave me. Since we both came clean about our infidelities, I've felt almost like a virgin again. There are so many things open to us now because we're being open with each other. I want to share them all with you. I feel like I'm getting more than you. We're equal in getting laid separately; we are equal in watching each other with someone else. I'm ahead of you in having two men at once while you haven't had two women. I got my way in getting you to do Gina, and I got my way tonight with the show. I'm getting my way now in going to the swinger's bar. Isn't there something new you want to try?"

"You have all the bases covered. We just have to run them. Do you have an order in mind?"

"Tom, please don't be angry. If you want to stop, just say so and I'll forget everything."

I stewed for a few minutes while I thought the matter over. Would she really forget her plans, or just try to make things seem to happen? A second woman would be easy to arrange. She could invite a friend over, or we could get another prostitute. Intellectual musings would become reality. Swinging with another couple was about to happen. We could always discreetly get a little extra sex on the side. Even if she never said anything, the unfulfilled dreams would still be in the back of her mind. That would cloud our marriage, possibly forever. "I've said it before. Your happiness is my most important product. I only have two requests."

"Whatever you say, my love."

"One, the children must never find out. Two, no individual shows. I don't want you to be a hooker."

"What about swapping with other couples for money? You'd have the other wife as a hostage, so to speak."

I had to chuckle. "You should have gone into marketing. It's like I told David. No one ever says 'no' to you.."

We arrived at the bar a half hour later. The other patrons were casually dressed. We seemed very out of place in our revealing clothing. Most people looked like they come out of a grocery store. A few in business attire could have come from their offices. They were supposedly hot-blooded husband and wife swappers, but they seemed so ordinary. I could pass them on the street and not know they were swingers. The hostess escorted us to a table in the center of the room. Our drink order appeared quickly. Ann leaned forward to me and whispered, "Do you get the feeling we are underdressed?"

"A bit," I answered, "but we're definitely the center of attention."

A lone man approached us. "I'm Mark," he said. "Could I talk with you for a minute?"

"Sure," I said I as stood up and shook his hand. "I'm Tom and she is Ann. Please have a seat."

Ann smiled and wiggled in her seat. "I'm the owner of this place," he said. "I don't remember seeing you here before."

"This is our first time," Ann said.

"I thought so," he said. "What made you decide to come?"

"We just finished doing a show about an hour ago," I said, "and we wanted to get a drink before going home."

"You're actors?"

"You might say that."

"What kind of show do you do?"

"We're a couple," Ann said, "and we do what couples do together."

"My wife and I are a couple. We do dishes together."

"What we do is normally done in private."

"As in the bedroom?"

"That's right."

"I see," he said. "I can tell you that you won't drum up any business here. These people are swingers. They watch each other all the time for free. They don't have to hire performers."

"Do you offer any type of entertainment?" I asked.

"Couples come here to meet other couples. They talk. They arrive by twos and leave by fours and sometimes sixes or eights. No money changes hands. If it did, I would be shut down for running a bordello. I'm a barkeep, not a pimp. You won't see any singles here, male or female. Couples only. They don't buy; they trade. And I'm not hiring."

"Sounds fair," I said.

"Enjoy your drinks," Mark said as he stood up. "I like to see people make friends. I hope you make some."

Ann let out a slow breath as he walked away. "Pleasant, isn't he?" she said. "Maybe we should leave."

"I can see his point," I said. "He wants to stay in business. We'll have to forget about doing any marketing here. We'll run some ads after we get another phone. I'll call about it on Monday."

"Do you really mean that?" Ann said. "You're willing to do more shows?"

"Sure. We're a team, aren't we?" I saw a couple approaching from behind her. "I think we're about to get some company."

They were in their thirties, tall and trim. He was tanned and he obviously worked out. His cock was outlined against his pants leg. Her dress was short and low-cut. Her breasts jutted out proudly. She had firm dancer's legs. "I see you've met Mark," the woman said sweetly. "Charming, isn't he?"

"Yes," Ann said, "and his tail rattles too."

They both laughed. I invited them to join us and made our introductions. They were Bob and Fawn. Ann and I were unsure how to start a conversation with a strange couple. It certainly wouldn't be proper to say, "Glad to meet you. Let's fuck." They took the lead with normal subjects like work, colleges we attended, hobbies, everything but sex. They seemed to be experienced with beginners.

"Did I hear you tell Mark you do some kind of show?" Bob asked eventually.

"Yes," Ann said. "They're private ones."

"You mean you get paid to do it in front of an audience?" Fawn asked. Her hand found my knee under the table. She was looking me directly in the eye.

"That's right," I said.

"That's awesome," Bob said. "Do you have a regular schedule? Or do you run ads?"

"We don't have a schedule," Ann said. "Sometimes people make arrangements; sometimes it just falls into our laps."

"Do you make much?" Fawn asked. Her hand was slowly creeping up my thigh. I noticed Ann had one hand under the table, the one next to Bob.

"The show we did tonight paid pretty good," Ann said.

"Do you allow audience participation?" Bob asked.

"Yes," Ann said, "but it's extra."

"What do you charge?" Fawn asked.

"It's per couple in the audience," Ann said. "Naturally the bigger the crowd, the more we make."

"But how much?" Fawn asked pleading for an answer.

"A hundred fifty per couple," I said.

"Honey, we should try it," Fawn said to Bob. She turned back to me. "What about audience participation? What do you get for that?"

I looked to Ann for a reply. She was busy staring into Bob's deep blue eyes. I placed a hand on Fawn's thigh about an inch from her panties. "Let's say we were performing for you two," I said. "If only you wanted to play, it would be an extra fifty. If it was only Bob, it would be a hundred. For both of you, one twenty-five."

"Bob, did you hear that?" Fawn tapped him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He turned away from Ann with a start.

"They get two hundred seventy-five dollars a couple with audience participation!"

"Okay," Bob said. "Would you like to do a show for us?" I could tell Ann's hand had been busy. My fingertip hooked Fawn's panties and pulled them aside. I ran my finger over her slit.

"Would you please?" Fawn begged. "We have a hotel room down the street."

"I think we should continue this conversation outside," I said. "We don't want to make Mark unhappy."

I left Fawn's panties where I had moved them. All hands appeared above the table at once as we finished our drinks. Ann and I followed Bob and Fawn to their car. Ann immediately took charge of the fee payment and got directions to the hotel. I looked at my watch; we had only been in the bar twenty minutes. I was amazed how quickly the pickup had occurred. Fawn wanted to ride with me and have Ann go with Bob. Before I could say anything, Ann agreed. Fawn and I got into my car, and I prepared to follow Bob.

As we pulled onto the street, Fawn stripped off her panties and hiked her skirt up to her waist. "Like my bush?" she asked. "Bob likes it when I shave it heart shaped."

I could only glance down as I drove. "It's very pretty," I said.

"Would you like a blowjob? Bob loves it when I suck him off while he is driving." She was fondling my cock through my cutoffs. It started to stiffen up.

"That's very tempting, but we're almost to your hotel. There isn't enough time."

"How about during the audience participation part of your show?"

"Sounds delightful. Do you have any special requests? For the show, that is."

"What's your normal routine?"

"Usually we go first, then the audience joins us." I was making up the script as I went since Ann and I never discussed one. I could only hope that either she would come up with the same scenario as me or that Bob wouldn't inquire.

"Do you mind if I take my bra off?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Fawn opened her blouse and unhooked her bra. After a short struggle, her breasts were free. Her boobs were not quite as big as Ann's, but they were as full and firm. Her areolae were the size of silver dollars -- the old ones, not the ones that imitate quarters -- with hard nipples a half-inch across and equally as tall. "Beautiful," I said as I parked next to Bob and Ann. Ann was just sitting up when I looked in their direction. She smiled at me.

Room service delivered a bottle of champagne. Bob opened the bottle and filled four glasses. "To a very enjoyable evening," he toasted. After we had all taken a sip, he said, "How does your show work?"

"It's your money," Ann said. "We can go first and then you join us, or we can trade partners now. What's your pleasure?"

Bob looked questioningly at Fawn. "Why don't you go first?" she said.

Ann and I sat on the edge of the bed and began kissing. As I kissed her neck, she whispered," I blew him in the car. He was begging for it." That was something we had never done before. The thought her sucking Bob's dick had the desired effect on mine, and it extended out of my cutoff's leg.

"She told me he likes it," I whispered back. "She wanted to blow me, too, but there wasn't time. That's probably what they want to see." My hand stroked her thigh.

"Let's go for it."

She pulled off my shirt and started kissing my chest. When she was at my bottom ribs, I laid back. As she unzipped my shorts, I raised my hips so she could remove them. She kissed around my crotch deliberately avoiding my peter and balls. My hard-on pointed at the ceiling when she sucked on my nuts pulling first one, then the other, into her lovely mouth. As she bent over me, her short skirt rose and exposed her shaved pussy. The effect on Bob was evident in his bulging pants. Fawn unzipped his fly and freed his raging boner. She sat on his lap and stroked his chest while kissing his neck. Her eyes widened when she noticed I was completely shaved too. Ann applied her vacuum cleaner to my cock and started bobbing her head up and down. I had to concentrate to avoid cumming too soon.

I unbuttoned Ann's blouse and helped her out of it. She unzipped her skirt while continuing to work on my pole. As the skirt fell to the floor, she climbed onto the bed and laid back with her legs spread wide apart. I crawled between her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Her head thrashed from side to side as my lips approached her pussy. At the instant my tongue brushed her clit, her legs gripped my head as she convulsed in her first climax. I didn't stop working on her vulva, and her passion remained at fever pitch as she came twice more in succession, and a fourth time a couple minutes later.

Ann grabbed my head and pulled it toward her chest. I suckled on her nipples as she reached for my prick. "Fuck me now, you bastard!" she growled. The moment I entered her, she had another orgasm. We humped against each other feverishly, our eyes locked together in lust. Harder, faster, harder we thrust our pelvises together. She howled as her pussy muscles tightened. My loins grew tight at the same time, and I pulled out of her in time to shoot my cum. The first wad landed on her tits, as did the second. When I finished, I rolled off to her side. We looked over to Bob and Fawn who were now both completely naked and fondling each other's thighs. "Bob, get over here," Ann said. "I need another cock. This one's empty."

Bob jumped up dumping Fawn on the floor, dashed to the bed, and crawled over Ann. He wasted no time sticking his cock into her. Immediately he began pounding her at a rate a jackhammer would envy. I went over to help Fawn to her feet. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Fawn said. "I'll probably have a painful bruise on my butt in the morning. He gets pretty excited when we watch porno flicks, but this live action has really gotten to him." Bob's back arched and stiffened as he emptied his nuts into Ann's pussy. She howled and dug her nails into his back.

After a minute's rest, Bob got up and went to the bathroom. When he came out, Ann went in. "That was quite an experience," Bob said as he sat down.

"What about me?" Fawn pouted. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I stretched out beside her. "At least there's one gentleman present who will fuck me." I ran my hand from her knee over her thigh and caressed her bottom while I kissed her neck. I held her back as I pressed my lips to her large stiff nipples. She fondled my balls and stroked my dick back to life. As Fawn took my meat into her mouth, Ann laid down beside me, and Bob started eating her pussy. After a few minutes of sucking on me, Fawn paused a moment and said to Bob, "Honey, you should start shaving."

Bob came up for breath long enough to reply, "I was about to tell you the same thing."

I rolled Fawn over on her back and buried my face between her legs. Gently, ever so gently, I traced a circle around her clit with my tongue. She responded by pressing my ears back with her legs. I heard Ann gasp as she climaxed at the same time. Bob and I continued our clit work until the women came again. As if on cue, he and I rose up and slipped our peckers into each other's wife. I leaned over to kiss Ann as I humped Fawn. When our lips parted, Bob kissed Fawn while still banging into Ann. Our passions rose and all four sets of hips worked faster and faster. Fawn wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust harder against my pelvis. The eroticism of fucking a strange woman while her husband screwed mine right next to me was so intense that I fired more cum than I ever had before.