Saturday night, Lori and Sam, the very last of the partiers, glided gently back and forth on the swing. Lori closed her eyes and laid her head back. The warm summer midnight wrapped itself around her cozily, and she sighed in drunken contentment. The gentle breeze caressed her still nearly bare body with a sensual touch. She could feel a faint tingling and a deeply buried tension in her pelvis. It had been a long week away from home and sex, and she was primed to explode. Soon she would go upstairs to her bedroom and make love with her husband, Charlie. For the moment, though, she laid back on the swing and enjoyed the end of this day.
It had been one of the best days of her life. She and Charlie had hosted their first Saturday pool party for the summer. Even though she hadn't returned home until this afternoon (rushing like crazy to get herself ready while Charlie put the finishing touches on the party set up), it had been a smashing success. Everything had been perfect. Her two-piece swimsuit, the one that almost showed her pubes, had fit perfectly. The weather had been perfect. Good food, lots to drink, and all of their friends in attendance. Just perfect.
They had laughed, talked, and played games, sometimes suggestive and naughty, in and out of the pool throughout the day. As evening had fallen, they had shifted to dancing around the pool. Dancing partners drifted together for a dance or three, stirring each other's passion with sly touches and smoldering glances before breaking up and reforming with other partners. They were all good friends, and everyone knew this was the prelude to what would happen later, at home with their spouses.
The inclusion of a sprinkling of known swinger couples (and the subtle play that occurred) had added an extra element of naughty excitement. Lori, having been away from Charlie for a week, found herself to be especially turned on by the sensual nature of the partiers. She often caught herself speculating about what individual men (and women) looked like nude, and what their particular bedroom skills would turn out to be. She had taken several plunges into the pool, just to justify the wetness of her suit.
Finally, everyone had become exhausted, tipsy, and horny. The guests had drifted away, and eventually, everyone had left except Sam, his wife Cary, Lori and her husband, Charlie.
The four old friends had pitched in together to clean up, laughing, tickling and teasing each other, then had drifted to the swing beside the pool to chat and drink one last beverage. After finishing his beer, Charlie had risen from his camp chair unsteadily, his erection prominently displayed for all to see, and excused himself to bed. He had kissed Lori sensuously and, with a lecherous grin and a quick squeeze of her breast, told her to wake him when she came up later. Soon, he had added with a leer. She had blushed, feeling that prickle of warm anticipation deep in her groin. Sam and Cary had laughed.
The three friends remained sitting on the swing with Cary between Lori and Sam, talking, drinking some more, and enjoying the evening and each other's company. They had known each other for years, decades now. And though Sam and Cary were among the swingers, they knew the rules Lori and Charlie had, and so it was that Lori felt peaceful and comfortable in their company.
By the time Cary had to walk home two houses down and relieve their babysitter, Lori's horniness had settled into a deep, peaceful longing that fit perfectly with this perfect ending to this perfect day. In just a few moments she, too, would leave. Just a few more minutes of peace out here in the summer night.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Cary had said with a smirk as she stood to leave. Lori laughed drunkenly. Despite her recent lifestyle changes, everyone knew Lori was probably the most prudish of all their friends and Cary the most liberated. Lori stuck her tongue out at Cary.
"Well, that doesn't leave much," Sam had joked, sliding toward the center of the swing, jokingly crowding close to Lori. Lori had elbowed him, and he released an exaggerated
oof
of sound. His wife had laughed at him playfully and kissed him.
"Don't stay too long dear. I'll fall asleep if you do, and there'll be no nooky for you," Cary had rhymed with a giggle, then, wiggling her butt at Sam in overstated sexiness, had left through the back gate. The two of them quietly rocked the swing back and forth, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Only a couple minutes after laying her head back Lori felt her neck stiffening, so she rotated her head, stretching her neck, making it pop.
"Here, let me get that," Sam said.
He started massaging her neck with his left hand. His firm but surprisingly gentle touch felt good. She closed her eyes again and sighed. She would only allow him to do that for twenty more minutes, tops! She giggled and tilted her head down to give him better access to her muscles. Sam was such a good friend!
After a few minutes of massaging her neck and shoulder on that side, he had switched to using both hands and expanded his efforts across her neck and both shoulders. She sighed and felt a pulse of sensual tension deep inside that rolled from her neck to her pelvis, reminding her she would absolutely have to go up to Charlie soon. Just a few more minutes...wow, Sam was good at this!
Sam buried his left hand in her hair, rubbing her head soothingly. It felt heavenly! With his free right hand, Sam began rubbing her belly in a gentle circular motion. Lori felt a thrill shoot through her, and she was tempted to object. Befuddled by the alcohol and the day, though, she let it go, excited by the touch of someone other than her husband. She sighed softly in pleasure and vowed she would only allow him to do this for a minute or two, then go upstairs to Charlie.
Time drifted for Lori. Sam changed the motion of his hand, stroking up and down her abdomen. Up, up, to just below her B cup breasts, then down, down to just above the top of her swimsuit. Slowly, sensually, up and up, then down and down. Her nipples hardened as if anticipating being touched. She felt a flush suffuse her body, her breathing sped up, and she could feel her channel start to swell and lubricate.
She sighed again. Just another moment, she told herself, then I
have
to go in! His gentle stroking felt so soothing, though, she thought she could stay and let him do that all night. Her mind drifted, once again losing track of time.
An eternity of sensuous drifting later, she could feel his breath on her cheek now, hot and sweet. She kept her eyes closed, face relaxed. Drifting. Just one more minute, she promised herself. One more minute. In her befuddled brain that minute stretched out and out.
Up, up his feather-light stroke went, now rising between her breasts, but not touching them; now down to her navel. Now up one side of her chest beside her breast, still not touching; then down and up the other side. Her nipples hardened more, now aching to be touched. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the pleasant pressure on her swollen lips and clitoris. Her wet suit-bottom clung to her slit. Her thoughts of leaving soon, of her husband and love-making in bed, drifted lazily behind her.
He alternated the pattern now, randomly choosing which path, left, right, middle, to take. He continued to slowly, sensually massage Lori's scalp, neck, and shoulders. His breath panted lightly on her cheek.
Then, his hand, coming up from just below her swimsuit top, rose and covered her left breast. He squeezed the breast firmly then his thumb started stroking her rock-hard nipple. Sparks exploded from her nipple and down to her stomach. That's it, she hazily thought, now was the time to stop this and go upstairs to Charlie. She opened her eyes and found Sam right there, in her face, smiling dreamily into her eyes.
