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  It’s been great hooking up with their long-time best friends, but Jennifer and Brett Andrews aren’t about to let anyone cramp their style. To push Ryan and Donna into branching out, they stage a house party with a carefully selected handful of their swinging friends. Fresh adventures beckon when a new young couple asks Jen and Brett to mentor them into the lifestyle.

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  Copyright © 2010 Adriana Kraft

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  Swinging Games Four

  By

  Adriana Kraft

  “I thought swinging was supposed to be fun,” Donna Powers huffed, squirming on the poolside chaise lounge in the Powers’s expansive back yard.

  Jennifer Andrews frowned at her best friend. She knew Donna had only agreed to the playdate with a couple from Louisville because her husband, Ryan, had done all the necessary legwork and screening. And also because Jennifer and her husband, Brett, had encouraged their long time friends and recent lovers to do so.

  Donna wanted the four of them to share an exclusive relationship. No way! There was far too much left to explore in the swinging world to restrict themselves to one couple—even if they were best friends. Jennifer smiled. Probably Ryan didn’t want that arrangement either. Jennifer just wished they’d insisted harder that Donna and Ryan’s first swing experience with strangers would be a couple they’d referred. But Ryan was quite stubborn about wanting to do his own research. They could share referrals later on. “What is it?” Jennifer asked. “It was only yesterday you were still glowing from your first playdate.” Jennifer grinned at Donna’s raised eyebrow. “Well, first besides us, that is. Didn’t you say you had a great time with them—was it Maggie and Zeke?”

  “That’s right. We thought everything was fantastic. We met for dinner and drinks and then they joined us in our suite. They were great. And it sounded like they thought we were great. We fucked for nearly three hours straight with hardly a break other than switching positions or partners. And neither of them seemed put off that I’m a squirter.”

  “I bet.”

  “I’m not sure Zeke ever let a drop hit a towel.”

  “So why so downcast now? Sounds like you had an exceptional first outing with strangers. I’ve heard a lot worse. Our first experience certainly wasn’t that good—okay, but not repeatable.”

  “That’s just it. We sent a very upbeat note to Maggie and Zeke, saying how much we enjoyed them and gave them some options for meeting again.” Donna’s eyes watered.

  “And?”

  “They don’t want to play again.”

  “Oh my.”

  Sniffling, Donna shook her head. “They said they had a great time, too, but to avoid complications they only play with a couple by themselves. If we’re ever at a party with other couples, they’d be happy to play with us again.”

  “Ah. I understand.” Jennifer squeezed Donna’s hand and backpedaled, “I don’t mean I agree, but I’ve heard of that happening. We haven’t encountered that sort of couple ourselves. Some call them bed-notchers. It’s not necessarily a pejorative term—it means a couple is straight up about not being interested in ongoing relationships. They prefer one night stands and parties. Some only do house parties or clubs.”

  “But why?”

  “For one thing, if a couple is satisfied with no-holds-barred sex with little or no relationship beyond that, then only going to house parties and clubs makes sense for them. We’ve heard some couples routinely go to the same clubs or parties and play with the same people, they just don’t get together two-on-two beyond that.”

  “You didn’t answer my question—why?”

  Jennifer shrugged. “I guess it simplifies the winnowing process. If we were satisfied with that, Brett and I wouldn’t spend nearly so much time sorting through profiles, emailing and IM-ing, and arranging and rearranging calendars.”

  “I suppose.”

  “And some partners are quite possessive. They don’t want their spouse carrying on extended conversations with others. Some fear extensive relationships will threaten their marriage.”

  Donna scowled. “So if they’re not secure in their marriage, why the hell are they swinging?”

  “Excellent question. I guess swinging isn’t much different than any other social venture. People get into it for a lot of reasons. Some have their expectations met, some don’t. It’s not for everyone.”

  “Maybe it’s not for me.”

  Jennifer did her best to ignore Donna’s sniffle. “It’s probably too early to tell. You certainly do fine with me and Brett.”

  Brightening, Donna grinned. “That’s different. We’ve been around you guys most of our lives. Being with you two, for me, is as natural as being with Ryan.”

  “I know what you mean.” Jennifer blew her a kiss. “I just wish your first outing beyond us had gone a little better.”

  “Might’ve been better if we hadn’t enjoyed our time with them so much.”

  Jennifer chuckled. “I know what you mean. Expectations. I’ve seen profiles where couples make it very clear they’re not looking for relationships. They’re looking for wild sex and that’s it. One night stands preferred. I respect them for being up front about their expectations, about what they’re looking for.”

  “Too bad Maggie and Zeke weren’t that up front with us. I don’t know if we’d have met them, but at least all of Ryan’s work wouldn’t be down the tubes.”

  “How does Ryan feel about swinging now?”

  “Oh, he’s doing more profile searches. His thing is if a horse bucks you off, you pick yourself up off the ground and climb aboard again.” She gave Jennifer a half-smile. “Only this time, with a different horse.”

  “I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor entirely.”

  “Or my desire.” She hesitated only briefly. “I love your new yellow bikini. It hardly covers anything.” Donna wet her lips and reached out a hand, tracing the line of Jennifer’s bikini with an index finger.

  Jennifer leaned away. Donna’s hand drifted down to Jennifer’s thigh before Jennifer placed it back on Donna’s lap.

  “We could just make out a little.” Donna pouted, scrunching back on the chaise lounge next to the pool.

  Donna’s pout reminded Jen how her best friend had often behaved when they were little girls quibbling over sharing dolls. She shook her head vigorously, then struggled to ignore her sensations as Donna reached over and hefted her thinly veiled breasts. The bikini top barely held. “No,” Jen protested. “You know the rules.”

 
“Rules,” Donna huffed. “The guys won’t mind if we don’t always wait for them. These girls,” Donna said, clutching her own breasts, “are lonely. You haven’t paid them any attention for three whole days.”

  The polka dotted fabric covering Donna’s burgeoning nipples fell away. Trying to breathe, Jen swallowed hard. Her hands, apparently having minds of their own, reached out and covered the proffered beasts as if protecting Donna’s modesty. No one could see into the Powers’s backyard. The space was protected by an extra high privacy fence and was ringed by oak and maple trees. Because their house was situated on a corner lot, the Powers only had two adjacent neighbors. At the far north end stood the original farmhouse around which their development was created. When the owners died, they’d left the house and about fifty acres of wetlands to a conservation group. The house was rarely used.

  Jen caught herself looking to the east. The Nelsons were away on a cruise. She peeked back at Donna who beamed at her triumphantly.

  “We might as well be on a deserted island. Come on, girl, give a little. I know you want to. Brett and Ryan won’t mind. At least kiss them,” Donna purred. “Let them know you miss them.”

  Shaking her head, Jen tried to hide a smile as she knelt beside Donna, ducked her head and laved a rising nipple. She closed her eyes and Donna moaned for more. She suckled on the breast as Donna’s fingers clawed at the bow holding Jen’s bikini top in place. It fell away. Jen’s whimpers merged with Donna’s as her partner glided her fingers down Jen’s long back and over her thinly clad bottom.

  Jen’s eyes shot wide open when those fingers fumbled at the tie of her bikini bottom. She shouldn’t let this happen. She and Brett had rules about swinging. They didn’t swing alone. She shuddered and arched into Donna’s palm as it moved around her waist, seeking. She gasped at Donna’s finger entering her so easily. She was so open and so wet there had hardly been any resistance—from body, mind or soul. What about Brett? Their rules? This was wrong. How could it feel so right? She lurched against the probing digit, driving it deeper.

  “You are so wet!” Donna groaned. “I am, too.” She struggled to reach her bikini bottom, nearly knocking Jen off her knees and dislodging her fingers.

  “Don’t,” Jen cautioned. “I’ll get it.” Hurriedly, she plied at the stubborn bikini knot. She cussed at it under her breath before it finally gave way. And then she covered Donna’s glistening pussy with a palm. She didn’t hurry, but lingered, toying with Donna’s puffy lips.

  “You’re torturing me,” Donna sighed, slipping a second finger into Jen.

  Jen raised her head and nipped at Donna’s chin. “What do you think you’re doing to me?” Watching her friend’s eyes widen, she deftly parted Donna’s labia and wedged a finger into her sex.

  Donna jerked and yelped. “Oh fuck, I am so ready for you.” She bucked upward against Jen’s finger and drove her own fingers in and out of Jen.

  Slanting her lips across Donna’s, Jen thrust her tongue into Donna’s open mouth, mirroring the action of their fingers. Jen swallowed Donna’s screams as she began to build toward an orgasm. She knew from experience there was no holding in the waves when Donna got this close.

  “Oh, I’m coming,” Donna yelped, pulling away from their kiss. “Don’t stop. More. You are so good.”

  Donna muffled her sounds against Jen’s shoulder. Donna lurched up and down twice more and then Jen felt the first wave wash over her finger and hand. She quickly withdrew her finger and stroked Donna’s clit.

  “Oh my God.”

  Jen giggled at Donna’s wail and then at the eruption splashing on the poolside concrete. She never stopped tending Donna’s clit until Donna finally stopped thrusting her hips and the stream of erotic juices subsided. “You’re amazing.” She chuckled. “Clean up at the Powers’s—poolside.”

  “Later,” Donna murmured, her flesh still shuddering. “You didn’t come.”

  Jen had nearly forgotten Donna’s fingers still inside her. She felt them curling up and forward. She swallowed, fully aware Donna knew where to find the right button. There. “Jesus,” she moaned, bending at the waist. Donna probed relentlessly until Jen called out for her to stop. Shattered, Jen pushed her partner’s wrist and fingers away. She breathed in short breaths. Gradually they lengthened. Jen lifted her head from Donna’s bosom, shook her head and smiled lamely. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

  “But it was glorious.”

  “I won’t deny that, but…the rules.”

  Donna’s smile split her face. “I think we just rewrote the rule book. Don’t worry. Brett and Ryan won’t be angry.”

  “I’m not so sure,” Jen said, snuggling against her best friend. “The four of us should’ve agreed to this first.”

  “We’ve waited for so many years,” Donna protested. “The guys aren’t going to want us to always wait for them.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Jen shuddered, even under the comforting palm gliding along the contour of her backside. “It’s going to be hard putting this genie back in her bottle.”

  * * * *

  “Son of a bitch.” Brett paced back and forth in front of his wife sitting on their living room couch looking as devastated as he felt. Between sobs, she’d gotten out her story of having sex with Donna earlier that afternoon on the Powers’s patio.

  On one hand, he wasn’t overly surprised. Whenever he watched Jen and Donna exploring each other’s bodies, he knew he was witnessing something on a deeper plane than he’d seen before with Jen and any other woman. Those two shared a bond shaped over a lifetime, they’d been best friends since childhood. They’d known each other longer than he or Ryan had known their wives. That they shared a profound emotional bond had always been clear—only recently had it evolved into physical expressions. He’d encouraged them. Hell, he delighted in exploring Donna, too. And he’d also appreciated watching Jen find pleasure with Ryan. But it was their wives who made the sweetest music together.

  So he wasn’t shocked they’d wanted more—and that it had happened, planned or not. He stopped pacing to stare at Jen. Blinking, she tried to hold his gaze. She’d been contrite, but she hadn’t said anything about the future. He didn’t question her bond with him. He didn’t fear Donna replacing him in that way. But. He scowled at his wife. They’d had an agreement, an understanding about swinging—always together, never alone.

  “I didn’t go over to her house expecting to be seduced.”

  Jen’s chin thrust out in an all too familiar defensive posture. Brett knew from past experience, she was digging in. He had to tread carefully or they could rapidly be in much more trouble than they already were. “No, I don’t suppose you did.” The exasperation in his voice caught him by surprise. “But sunbathing in bikinis by the pool…”

  “We’ve done that for years,” Jen retorted. “We’ve often been naked around each other trying on clothes or whatever.”

  Brett nodded. “But that was before the four of us began swapping more than clothes.”

  She shrugged reluctantly.

  “So now what?” Brett plopped down beside her on the couch and grabbed her hand. “I love you.”

  “I know that, and I love you.”

  “But you don’t want to end this thing with Donna.”

  Her eyes rounded. “I don’t think I can.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”

  “So when will I come home to find you with Donna, Linda, Alice, and all the others.”

  She pulled her hand from his. “I didn’t say I want to be with them alone. They’re different. They’re our swing partners. We only play as a couple with them.”

  “Ah, and what are Donna and Ryan.”

  Jen blushed. Hers lips quivered. “I don’t know.”

  “So does Ryan know about this recent tryst?”

  “Donna said she’d tell him tonight. Neither one of us wants to keep secrets from you and Ryan.”

  Exhaling, Brett nodded. “Guess that’s something. So we’re supposed to simply g
o on, recognizing you two might be playing on your own at any time. What happens if one of us guys stumbles across you? Are we supposed to ignore you or join in? Or maybe we seek permission to watch?”

  “Don’t be that way,” Jen scolded. “We don’t want to exclude either one of you.” Jen took a deep breath. “Donna thinks the four of us should rewrite the rules.”

  “Seems a little late for that. Sounds like you two threw out the rulebook this afternoon.”

  “Donna thinks we should simply have an open relationship—all four of us.”

  Brett frowned at his wife. Her words, which had been tumbling out of her mouth, suddenly stopped. “I thought we did have an open relationship. We’ve been fucking them two or three times a week for the past four weeks. There’s hardly been time to squeeze our other friends in.”

  “Don’t be crude.” Jen’s fingernails dug into his thigh. “She means any two or three of us could get together at any time. We’d all have permission to play in whatever combination might be available.”

  Brett couldn’t keep his jaw from dropping. “Holy shit! And that’s what you want?”

  “I’m not sure. What do you think? It might be more fair.”

  He snapped his eyes shut and then open. “So I’m supposed to start my day by dropping by Donna’s place for coffee and sex while you fuck Ryan senseless in our bed.”

  Jen chuckled. “It would hardly be the first time I’ve fucked Ryan in our bed.”

  “This is different,” Brett protested.

  “It is different. That’s why I’m not sure about it. We’d both have to want it—and Ryan, too.”

  “And you won’t go back to the way we were yesterday. You want alone time with Donna.”

  Jen took a long time responding. “Yes,” she squeaked at last. “You meet nearly all my needs, Brett, but only she meets a few of them.”

  “Great!”

  “I can’t explain it much more than that. I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is she and I share. But I know we’ve been sharing it since we were kids. It’s not just sex.”