Adventures in Swinging Volume One

Chapter 3

Trevor was persistent in his attention to Chelsea all day Friday. Her phone constantly dinged with text messages from him, sometimes asking questions, other times describing what he would love to do to her in vivid detail. She had to admit, his words made her p***y drip and her breathing catch. Never before had she been so caught up in what was said to her through text before, even when Darren attempted to be sexy, promising erotic things when he got home from work. By the time they opened the door and the Newburys walked through, she couldn’t keep her panties dry no matter how many times she recited the ABCs in her mind. She was ready to pounce Trevor, forgetting about everything else, even Darren.

Monica carried her smile like most women carry a casserole dish, offering it to her hosts as soon as she walked through the door, Trevor right behind her. She immediately went to Darren, giving him a hug, mashing her large t**s against his chest as she squeezed his back, kissing him on the cheek. Chelsea was about to say hello when Trevor grabbed her in a tight embrace, one of his hands going straight to her ass as he squeezed her, taking the breath from her.

“We’ve been looking forward to this for the last two days,” Monica said as she reached for Chelsea to hug her. “I swear, Trevor’s been walking around with a hard-on since we left the restaurant Wednesday night.” She then turned back to Darren, running her hand down his chest. “And I’ve been dripping.” She winked at him as she giggled softly.

Trevor shook Darren’s hand. “She isn’t kidding. She’s been randier than ever lately.” He then turned back to Chelsea. “And I am definitely looking forward to acting out some of what we’ve been texting.” He reached out and squeezed her arm.

Chelsea smiled. So am I. “Would anyone like a drink first?” she asked. “You know, to sort of take the edge off.”

“I could go for some wine,” Monica asked.

“Whiskey sounds good,” Trevor said, rubbing his hands together. “But for the record, I definitely don’t have an edge. Just an eagerness.” He grinned, and Chelsea felt her p***y drip even more.

“This way,” she said, gesturing for them to head to the kitchen. Darren led the way, Monica quickly stepping up beside him, slipping her arm around his.

Chelsea watched for only a moment before Trevor had his hand in the middle of her back as they walked, stealing her attention away from the others. Tingles raced through her at his touch, and she felt herself blush, remembering everything the two of them had texted each other. “Have you had a good week?” she asked as they entered the kitchen.

He nodded. “But not as good as tonight will be, I’m sure.”

Darren poured them all drinks, wine for her and Monica, whiskey for the men. Then, they led the Newburys back to the living room, and their guests switched their attentions, Trevor talking to Darren about work, while Monica shared stories of their kids with Chelsea. Small talk. The Newburys took spots on the couch, while Darren and Chelsea sat in their recliners, everyone smiling and laughing as the conversation continued.

Chelsea grew nervous. This was the second time for them to have s*x with another couple, everyone in the same room, and she was still jittery about it. Would that feeling ever go away? Would there come a time when she wasn’t so nervous?

She glanced over at Trevor, who watched her, smiling. It was this way with all those firsts—the first kiss, the first touch, the first time someone saw her naked. This was the thrill she craved and was missing.

As Trevor neared the end of his drink, he set it on the coffee table, his gaze going to Chelsea. “As much as I’ve enjoyed this conversation…” She watched as he slid to the floor, walking on his knees over to where she sat. “And trust me, the drinks were great, but it’s not really the taste I want right now.”

Chelsea couldn’t take her eyes off him as he reached her, his hands going to her blouse. He slipped his fingers under her shirt, raking his fingers gingerly along her flesh on his way around her back to her bra’s clasp. She took a deep breath and held it as he unclasped it.

Grinning, he slid his hands under her strap and followed it around until she felt him graze her breasts, his fingers sliding under the cup of her bra, searching out her n*****s. He took her hard buds into his fingers, twirling them back and forth, squeezing them lightly. “So hard,” he said, his eyebrows raised.

She sucked in a breath, her body tensing as a groan slid out of her mouth as she exhaled. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. It didn’t matter that his wife was right over there sitting on the couch. Or that Darren sat in the recliner, his eyes fixated on what was taking place before him. She could only focus on Trevor and his touch.

He grinned again as he slipped his fingers from her n*****s, letting them slide down to the bottom of her shirt. Lifting it, he began to pull it over her head, leaning in slightly. “Isn’t this what you said you wanted?” His voice was a whisper for her ears only. “For Darren to watch you being taken by another man?” He pulled the shirt off and laid it on the floor beside him. “In your own house, your living room.” Then, he reached up and eased the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, kissing her flesh as it passed until her breasts were exposed. He leaned her back so that she relaxed on the back of the chair as he leaned into her, his mouth going to her n****e, swirling his tongue over the tightened pearl, bringing another moan from her lips. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face as she reached out and grasped his head. Only then did she look over at Darren. He watched her as Monica dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching for the button on his pants.

Chelsea gave him a wink, and then turned her attention to Trevor and his tongue as she leaned back in the chair, her legs draped over the arms of the recliner, spreading herself wide for the man who promised to make her scream in pleasure. She could feel Trevor’s hands cupping her ass as he worked his mouth over her passion, sending electric tendrils of excitement throughout her body. A moan slipped past her lips as he shoved two fingers into her p***y, pumping hard, his tongue twirling over her swollen c**t. She arched her back, shoving her wetness harder against his lips, needing to feel his tongue harder.

From the other recliner, she could hear Darren moaning, but she wasn’t taking her eyes off Trevor. She held him in place as, with her other hand, she pinched her swollen n****e, twisting it, enjoying the pleasure-pain it shot through her. Kneading her tit, she glanced over at Darren, Monica’s head bobbing up and down on his c**k as he sat there, his hands gripping the arms of the recliner, his gaze focused on the dark-haired woman between his legs.

Chelsea’s attention snapped back to Trevor when she felt the first tide of her orgasm washing through her, her body tensing as she gripped the chair, her ass lifting up into the air. She cried out, her breathing heavy pants as she stared at the top of Trevor’s head.

When she was able to relax a little, Trevor pulled his face away from her p***y, gripping her legs. “Ready for more?”

“Oh god, yes.” She wasn’t sure what he had in mind now, but she was up for anything. Hell, everything.

He pulled her from the chair, spun her around, and made her bend over, her hands holding her up by the arms of the recliner.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched as he stood, stripping out of his clothes until he stood naked behind her. She licked her lips at the sight of his swollen c**k, the hard shaft thick and long making her p***y drip even more.

He grinned as he stepped up behind her. “I’ve been waiting to feel this for the past two days.” He gripped her hips as he aimed his c**k at her sweet entrance.

She could feel the head slipping between her p***y lips, teasing her at first as he savored the feel of her around his c**k. Then, without any preamble, he drove into her until she thought he would split her open, snapping her head back around to face forward as she cried out with the sensation of being full.

Another woman cried out, and Chelsea glanced over to see Darren standing behind Monica just as Trevor stood behind her. Both men grabbed the woman’s hips in front of them and started to thrust in and out, the living room filling up with the sound of pounding flesh. Both ladies cried out, their faces buried in the seats of the chairs they gripped, their asses shoving back onto the c***s of the man who f****d them. “More. Oh god, more,” Monica yelled, and Chelsea echoed her sentiments. “Yes, keep f*****g me. Please keep f*****g me.”

The men continued their onslaught on the women’s p*****s, and Chelsea loved the scene as she saw it. Two men taking two women, both ladies bent over, open for their lover’s c**k and desires. Suddenly, another orgasm brewed within her, her body tightening into a knot of sensations that needed release. She shoved her ass backward, driving herself on to Trevor’s c**k as he thrust in and out of her, his pace quickening, faster, harder. He needed it as much as she did, she could tell, and she intended on giving it all to him. Her body twisted as her orgasm hit her, her head coming up as she screamed out.

His c**k throbbed inside of her, twitching as her p***y walls sucked at his manhood. As her body shuddered, her orgasm finally releasing, she felt him fill her, his passion hitting her inner walls as he drove into her once and then held her in place until he was finished.

Once her orgasm subsided, she just stood there, her eyes closed as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing. She gripped the chair arms, bracing herself in case Trevor pulled out. She knew she wasn’t ready to stand on her own. He must have sensed it, because he stood there, holding her, his c**k still buried deep inside of her, until she was ready to move. She wasn’t sure how long that would be right now.

DARREN WATCHED AS TREVOR moved behind Chelsea, ready to f**k her, and decided it was time for his own adventure. Pulling Monica off his c**k, he stood, helping her to stand with him. As soon as they were both on their feet, Darren made quick work of Monica’s shirt and bra, running his hand over her breasts as soon as they were exposed. They weren’t as big as Chelsea’s, but her n*****s were thicker and longer. He leaned down, one hand on Monica’s back, as he sucked her n****e into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hardened bud. She moaned, and he could feel her hand on the back of his head, her fingers twined in his hair. Darren continued to suck on her n****e while he worked the button on her pants, eager to be inside of her as Trevor was buried inside of Chelsea.

As soon as the zipper was down, Darren pulled away from Monica’s breasts and slid her pants and thong down her legs and off. He quickly yanked the rest of his clothes off, and then gripped her one more time, his hands on her waist. He raked her with his eyes, his grin showing his deep approval at what she offered him.

With a grin, he asked her, “Should we join the fun?”

“Definitely.” She grinned back as she dropped her hand to his swollen manhood. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

He turned her so that she faced his recliner and bent her over as Chelsea was bent over. With his hands on Monica’s hips, Darren took a deep breath and plunged his c**k into her, making her gasp out loud as she shoved backward onto him. With a tight grip on her hips, he drove in and out of her, his c**k spearing into her, spreading her open before him. Her whimpers and cries mixed with Chelsea’s, filling the living room as he continued to drive into her, his hips pounding her as she shoved her ass back into him, matching each thrust. “More. Oh god, more,” Monica screamed at the same time he heard Chelsea yell, “Yes, keep f*****g me. Please keep f*****g me.”

Darren could feel Monica’s p***y tighten around his c**k as he shoved into her, his manhood throbbing inside of her. As her body shuddered with her orgasm, Monica shoving back onto him to get him as buried into her as she could, his c**k twitched, and he felt his orgasm fill her p***y as he held onto her tightly. The air was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as all four of them stood, waiting for the intense sensations to subside so they could move again without collapsing.

Darren held Monica, turning her so she could ease back into his recliner and relax. He watched as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her n*****s tight pearls of sensation. Glancing over, he watched as Trevor did the same for Chelsea, and then he sat on the floor next to her, his hand on her knee as he leaned over and kissed her thigh. Darren slid to the floor beside Monica, but avoided the more intimate touch that Trevor used. Instead, he glanced up at Monica, smiling. “You doing okay? Need some water? Another drink?”

She just grinned at him. “You gave me what I needed.”

He felt his c**k twitch again.