Swap Meet chapter 1
"We call them swap-meets," explained Helen. Her voice sounded small coming from the cell phone's speaker. It lay between Stacy and her husband on the pillow, lighting their faces like a magic spell. They were pressed together closely, face to face, separated by little more than the width of the phone. There legs were entwined and each rested a hand on the other's hip.
Jared's eyes shone brightly and he grinned at her. Stacy rolled her eyes. "Real original."
The voice on the phone chuckled. "What do you wanna call it, musical beds? Or maybe a dick relay?"
Stacy eyed her husband. He and Helen were trying to talk her into her next swinging experience. The Lancasters had reminisced about her first experience from a little over a month earlier while making love. After cooling down from their first few rounds, Jared had called Helen, hoping to plan their next event.
As luck would have it, a plan was already in the works. "How many people are we talking?" asked Stacy.
"We always try to get five couples when we do it at our place. We have four bedrooms plus another bed in the basement playroom."
Stacy scratched the side of her breast. It was just an idle itch but Jared watched her attentively. She felt the warm weight of his manhood shift against her thigh. She made a face at him and slapped his arm gently. Men.
"What are the bedrooms for?" She asked Helen through the glowing piece of glass and silicon.
"What do you think?"
"Doesn't everyone just get it on in your living room or whatever?"
Helen made a mock sound of impatience. "No. That's how a swap meet is different. It's not an orgy. It's a series of pair-offs."
"She's making a face," Jared told Helen. "Either she doesn't get it or she wants more cocks." He grinned at her.
Actually, Stacy was indeed thinking that a few pair-offs weren't going to get her more cock than a night alone with her stud husband. She already had the best man around; if she was going to swing she'd want to increase the cock to pussy ratio.
Helen laughed genuinely. "Oh Stacy-cakes, I like the way your filthy mind works."
There was a pause. They heard the older woman take a sip of something. "To be honest, these kind of nights are more for the guys. That's the way it goes, you know. Sometimes one of the girls gets royally fucked in a gangbang, other times we give the guys a chance to sample more wares."
"That's right. You ladies have dues to pay." Jared proclaimed. He got gently hit again.
Helen went on. "But a swap-meet is plenty of fun. And it's not like we lock the bedrooms or anything. I like to peek in on others when there's a down moment or two." There was another pregnant pause.
"You said you're setting up something for next weekend?" Stacy finally asked.
"Yep. Barbecue Saturday evening and then straight to bed for desert."
Stacy's eyes were drawn to Jared's hardness. She ran a hand along his heated shaft and scratched playfully at his inflamed purple helmet. She couldn't keep the grin from her lips. She could feel the familiar flush of heat rise in her chest and face, echoed by the damp slit between her legs. "Okay. I guess it's selfish to keep this all to myself."
After a few seconds of silence, Helen realised to what she was referring and cackled into the phone. "Damn right, girlfriend. That man of yours should be considered a national treasure." She hung up and the man in question rolled on top of his wife with a growl.
*****
Stacy hadn't seen the Pollard's back yard before. The first thing she noticed was the eight foot privacy fence. Well, she saw it from the big deck so that was probably the first thing she noticed. It's deeply stained planks terraced across three levels. There actually wasn't much yard left.
Helen's husband Frank was at Stacy's side, hand on her hip. He'd welcomed her at the front door with a strong embrace while Helen pecked Jared on the lips. Frank's hand had traced along Stacy's back and patted her left buttock. Surprisingly, it made her feel very comfortable. She found Frank's big, squared-off frame reassuring.
Now out on the deck, he let her pause to get her bearings. He saw her eyes linger over the covered Jacuzzi. "Sorry, no hot-tub tonight I'm afraid. Damn thing's more trouble than it's worth to be honest."
"It's a money pit," Helen added as she breezed by with pitchers of drinks. She set them out on a catering table and added. "We're tearing it out in the fall, and I mean it this time." Jared had followed her, carrying the dinner rolls and macaroni salad.
There were steaming heating pans on the tables; Stacy could smell the pork and beans. But she was more interested in the other people on the deck.
As promised, the night would include five couples in total. The Lancasters had been the last to arrive but had pulled in just moments after another young couple. Stacy saw them now. She knew they would be the Tomlinsons.
He was a sandy-haired beanpole, even taller than Frank. Probably thirty or so, he was wearing stylish tinted glasses and an open cream shirt over a dark Tee. He had a prominent Adam's apple but a handsome, slightly pinched face. His wife was at his side. She was... well, one word would be striking but not for the usual reasons.
The woman was rail thin and probably nearly six foot herself. Stacy's eyes flickered down to her feet. Thin sandals... and a hell of a lot of leg.
She was pale as milk and had virtually no figure. She did have ink though. She had a flame-patterned sari around her hips and a light sun-shirt on over a barely legal back bikini. Stacy could make out some kind of web pattern over her shoulder and a big jungle cat curled around her exposed hip.
Her short, layered hair was black at the roots and fringed with scarlet. Stacy realized she was staring at the woman's nose ring and tore her eyes away.
Frank suggested they get some drinks and started lighting Tiki torches at the edges of the deck. She saw Jared grab a hard cider but she didn't want any alcohol. She generally didn't drink and saw no reason to make an exception today. But there was ginger ale and coke. She went with the ginger ale just because it was something different.
She dropped her little overnight bag in a small pile of other bags and purses near the door.
Her eyes continued to rove as she popped the can open. Another couple had clearly been here a little while already and were sitting on lounges with tall mixed drinks. They were older, possibly just into their forties. She couldn't be sure but the man looked to be under average in height. He was in a black short-sleeved shirt with half the buttons undone. There was a hint of steel at his temples and peppering his thick chest hair.
He had a look of someone that spent a lot of time outside. He was in conversation with Helen and some other guests and was gesturing strongly and laughing. Stacy wouldn't give him a second look on the street but he moved with an energy she liked.
The woman on the lounger next to him was probably his wife. She was short; as short as Helen. But where their host had a whipcord thin, almost severe looking body, the woman on the lounger had an abundance of padding.
Stacy liked her own body; it fit her. Subtle curves. Not athletic but on a good frame.
The woman on the lounger had broad hips, thick ass and thighs and breasts that seemed to cover most of her stomach. She must take care of herself somewhat though because that stomach was under control. It swelled, yes, but not enough to detract from her more attractive curves.
She had a dusky complexion and pitch black hair spread out in thick waves behind her head. Likely South American with a lot of Indian in her blood. She waved happily at Jared and blew him a kiss; apparently someone he had known in his prior swinging incarnation.
Jared gave her a happy smile and a nod back. His eyes glinted with interest. The woman didn't have anyone's idea of the perfect body but Stacy instantly saw her underlying allure. She was unabashedly and loudly WOMAN, someone who could be mother or bed-mate with equal dedication.
Or so were Stacy's thoughts when looking at her. In truth, her mind had maybe been thrown off kilter by notions of the night's festivities. And of the woman mounting her Jared and burying him in that bosom.
Those should be the McCoys then.
Jared brought her a loaded plate. He knew what she'd want. Pulled pork but no bun, a small mountain of pickles and green olives and German potato salad. She saw that his own plate had nearly as many pickles in a sandwich along with the pork. He'd opted for macaroni salad as well as beans.
So, that left one more couple to check out. They were over by a small bed of roses down in the remnant of a yard, the woman calling to Frank about something horticultural.
Hard to judge their ages but the woman looked to be the older of the two. Stacy blinked. She was actually much like Stacy if you added eight or ten years. Breasts a little bigger, hair much longer but more lightly colored into the auburn range. She was bent over, apparently feeling the rose buds. Stacy glanced at Jared and saw he'd noticed her as well. Her heart shaped ass was hard to ignore. Especially in yoga pants. Under which she didn't seem to be wearing panties.
The man was in jeans and a tight muscle shirt. Obviously to display his muscles. He seemed a bit at a loss while his lady and Frank talked about the roses. ~He looks like arm candy,~ Stacy thought. He had a dark buzz cut and whenever he couldn't think of what to do with his hands, he crossed his arms high over his chest.
It was a very military sort of posture but Stacy couldn't help thinking "poser". Obviously a gym rat with very specific ideas about machismo.
Again, Stacy was leaping to conclusions but she did have a little intel on the matter.
That would be Felicity Harrow and her boyfriend. Helen had said the man, who wanted to be called Trey, had been attached to Felicity for about half a year and had been to a handful of functions. Helen grudgingly admitted he behaved himself but clearly didn't care for the man.
Helen swept by again. The small older woman was in tight halter top. Her tiny chest didn't have much to hold it up with but the stretch fabric clung nonetheless, ensuring her nipples shown clearly. Below she was in short white Capri pants and was barefoot.
The woman still fascinated Stacy. She knew Helen's deep tan covered every inch of her spare body, right down to her shaved mons. Not that most of that was visible at the moment. There was no wasted flesh anywhere on that body; it's like Mrs. Pollard's raw intensity just wouldn't allow it to linger.
She was a freaking heart surgeon, well respected in her field. The epitome of work hard, play hard; she was in her mid forties. Helen Pollard did everything 200% to the point that she was just a little mad.
It made Stacy shiver to remember what that woman had done to her. Helen had said tonight would be tame by comparison. That was probably a good thing. Stacy Lancaster still wasn't sure of her own appetites and limitations or lack thereof and was a little afraid that someone like Helen could pull her down with her into a depraved rabbit hole of uninhibited hunger.
Stacy didn't want to be a user of people or a toy herself, regardless of the pleasures that offered. But she also didn't want to completely shut herself off from those more interesting aspects of her personality. She just didn't know yet if there was a good balance to be found or where it might lie.
She clasped Jared's hand to hers briefly as they found seats and joined the conversation. If nothing else, she knew he had her back in all things. She was determined to enjoy the night and not over-think things.
****
Stacy and Jared had a chance to chat at least a little bit with all the other couples during dinner. She was intrigued by William McCoy. The stout man had a masculine energy she hadn't encountered before. Boyish but tempered by confidence. Knowing they would be sharing a bed sometime that night probably had a lot to do with her fascination as well as his energy and she couldn't get the idea of his hands and lips all over her out of her head.
George Tomlinson interested her for different reasons. He and his wife Bethany (or "Bet") had been pretty quite. None of the guys were too shy about checking out the ladies but George seemed continuously mesmerized by every hip and breast. He was constantly adjusting the front of his slacks but couldn't hide the lump there.
He looked like he knew he was about to get eaten alive and it made Stacy want to tear off a chunk for herself. Again, the general air of sexual tension and knowledge that she would be fucking each of these men was allowing her dirty mind free rein.
Trey was an undeniable hunk but was almost as quiet as the Tomlinsons. Definitely a boy toy. It turned out Felicity was a lawyer and Trey a personal trainer. Practically a cliche. Stacy figured Trey would be good for a roll in the hay but she was actually more interested in Felicity. The woman spent time on William's lap, his hand under her shirt as if nothing unusual was happening. His wife, Gloria, stroked Felecity's thigh fondly watching them, a drink in her other hand. They'd all clearly been friends for a while.
Stacy couldn't get a read on how Trey felt about that.
Stacy leaned against Jared, hand on his knee. They'd both set their plates aside and relaxed in the fading dusk. The Tiki torches sent thin smudges of soot skyward and their flickering orange light began to take hold across the deck.
"Okay, boy's and girls, I hope no one over-did it on dinner. We don't want anyone feeling bloated." Helen said, gathering the couples together. She clapped her hands. "We're doing this boudoir style tonight. That means each lady gets a bed and each of the gentlemen will come to her at the appointed time."
Frank said, "I'll keep the guys out here for a bit while Helen gets you girls settled in your lairs."
The couples made murmured partings, all exchanging brief kisses. Jared patted her ass as she turned away into the house. The women all collected their bags.
"Frank and I will come around after each period to escort the guys to where they need to be." She said, gathering the girls in the kitchen for a moment. "We'll start out at about an hour each but things slow down as the night progresses so we play it by ear." She looked at Stacy. "There's a bathroom in this hall here and one off the master bedroom, if you need it. There's also one in the basement." She then gave an evil grin. "Sorry, girls, I'm going to be a selfish bitch and take the basement playroom for my boudoir tonight." Everyone made mock noises of anger except Gloria's held some genuine disappointment.
She gestured to Felicity to follow her down a short hallway. "Elle, I'm going to put you in the Kamasutra room." Curious, Stacy followed and peeked into the room. Deep orange lampshades on each bedside light made the room dark but inviting. A dresser supported a large mirror and on two walls there were silhouette prints of couples in intimate embrace.
The lawyer took the doctor aside in the room for a quite talk. It looked like Felicity was explaining something to her host, or asking for something. Helen was slowly shaking her head through most of the conversation but in the end, she shrugged and nodded. Elle handed her a couple small items which Helen discreetly pocketed. They pecked each other on the lips and the hostess gave Stacy a "don't worry about it" smile as stepped back into the hallway and closed the door.
"The nightstands all have supplies." Helen said. She glanced at Stacy. "Toys and lube and a few other things" she explained. She beckoned the willowy Bethanne. Helen barely came up to her shoulder. "The animal room for you I think, hon." Stacy tagged along again. She was going to just assume the two rugs, three pillows and comforter were all fake fur. Everything was leopard and tiger prints, the lighting a little brighter than the previous room.
Helen was apparently leaving Stacy for last. They dropped Gloria off in the royalty room. The walls had thick hangings and the bed was a big four-poster affair with a canopy.
In the other wing of the house, another hallway ended in a single room. "I saved our room for you, Stacy-cakes."
The master bedroom was spacious and had a large sunken tub in one windowed corner. The windows ran floor to ceiling and were tinted, the shade suggesting to Stacy that there were mirrored from the outside. "Wow," was all Stacy could say. The view wasn't stunning but a few of taller buildings downtown were visible against the horizon. She spun around looking. The attached bath had a large, glassed in shower stall as well. There was a full sized couch against one wall and huge king sized bed with an intricate and heavily built headboard.
"Glad you like it." Helen came close and put her arms around Stacy's waist. "How are the teacups doing?" she asked, peering at the tips of Stacy's breasts. She wore no bra under the halter and her puffy nipples were very visible now. "Yeah, looks like you're ready to have fun." Helen ran her hands across the soft peaks and turned her face up to Stacy.
The small, lean doctor made Stacy feel so soft and womanly. Helen's slightly parted lips were an invitation and Stacy bent to accept it. Their tongues played for a moment. "Honey, I'm not going to pretend to know you but I think I have you partially figured out. Jared's told me you can be a demanding hellcat in bed. Which is awesome. And coming from him, I know it's not hot air."
"Before Jared, I really had to control myself. My expectations." Stacy admitted.
Helen nodded. "I need you to be a little careful about that tonight. These are good guys but they're going to have to pace themselves and I am being nothing but truthful when I say, none of them are the man Jared is. I need you to manage your expectations tonight."
Stacy pouted and she wasn't acting. Helen patted her cheek. "I get it. Lord knows I can be a bitch in bed myself. And there's a time and a place for being a raging lust beast that demands more than a man can give. Aside from the lust and the pleasure itself, there's power there. But not tonight please dear."
Stacy sighed. "Fine. I get it." Helen squeezed her ass and playfully bit her chin before turning to go.
Mrs. Lancaster started pulling gossamer from her bag.
*****
The men killed a couple minutes shooting the breeze out on the deck. When it was time, Frank guided them toward the first assignations of the night.
Frank left Jared to knock gently at the door to the animal room. "Come in," called a soft voice. He turned the knob and pushed.
Bethany Tomlinson's pale body stretched languidly across the orange and black pelt on the big bed. The tiny black G-string and top wasn't imaginative but it was striking. Her legs just went on forever. Jared closed the door behind him as Bet ran her hand through her hair and down her body. "Hey handsome, am I going to be enough woman for you?"
Jared just let himself gaze at her. Bet liked the way his eyes burned across her body. She really liked it. She squirmed, unable to completely contain her excitement. She had a life-long problem of craving the attention of men. Intellectually, she was a liberated and progressive woman, just starting to make headway in a career as a technical writer. That's what she wanted for her life and had worked hard to achieve it.
But whenever a guy looked at her as a sex object, well, she just ate it up. It was almost an addiction. Something she knew wasn't good for her but gave her such a thrill.
Swinging was a way to indulge the urge. She gave herself license to flaunt her body and stoke the fires that she lit in men's gaze. Her spare and elongated frame wasn't classically sexy but she had discovered that being exotic had it's own appeal to many, many men.
Also, Bet was no tease. When she fed the flames, she didn't hold anything back. Physical touch was an even bigger turn on than heated gazes. The excitement of being lusted for made Bethany very horny and ready.
Seeing no reason to delay, Jared stripped out of his shirt. Bet pinched at her little tits through the bikini top and watched him intently. He wasn't a hunk but lust was less picky about those things.
Jared shucked his slacks, leaving him only in boxers. Bet saw that while we wasn't completely tenting them, there was already a weighty swelling. "Everyone's been telling me you're pretty fantastic Jared. What's your secret?"
He watched as her hand slid down her flat stomach. For just a second, she played with the navel ring that hung there; ruby like her hair. That little bauble had been playing hide and seek with him all night. "There's no secret," he said as her fingers slipped beneath the G-string. "Women are sexy and I love to fuck them."
He dropped his boxers and tumbled into bed. He swept the lanky women into his arms and rolled her on top of him. He looked her in the eyes while pulling the tie loose on the back of her bikini. When it fell away his hands moved down to her narrow ass, wrapping around her until his fingers pressed against her thinly veiled clam. He pressed his lips to her chest and sucked an entire yoke-sized breast into his mouth.
Bethany arched her back and wrapped her hand around his rapidly growing manhood. No words were necessary. Something simple and primal was about to happen in the animal room.
**
In the royalty room, Gloria was unknowingly arrayed much as Bethany had been. She too lounged on her side in the middle of the bed. But the difference in effect was profound.
Gloria's luscious form was entirely nude but concealed coyly. Thick waves of hair draped along her side and over her profound bosom. One leg was cocked casually over the other, obscuring her grotto.
What was not concealed was her eager expression. Trey stepped into the room and drank in the vision before him. He was young and relatively new to swinging. Also, new to the idea of being something of a kept man. Being with Felicity had been a learning experience. She had shown him all the ways sex could be different and fun and even challenging. She had transform sex from a pleasurable physical release to a sensual experience of the senses and mind.
She had also opened up his sexual appreciation for women other than young hot-bodies. He had never been attracted to even moderately "thick" women. Felicity herself had nice curves but was generally average in build.
Gloria had curves on top of curves. Her hips and thighs were overly generous and her legs weren't very long.
But seeing her there with lust in her eyes and a hungry smirk on her face instantly aroused Trey. He wanted to lose himself in that lush womanhood.
As the door closed, Gloria tossed her hair back, unveiling her tits. They didn't defy gravity; they defined it. They spread out under their own soft weight, each given shape by a crinkled crown of milk chocolate around a hard cherry. Gloria briefly twisted one sensitive nipple between her lacquered fingernails.
Trey stepped forward, hand raising unconsciously. He wanted to touch them, to touch all of her. Chuckling with the deep satisfaction of knowing another young stud had been hooked, Gloria grabbed his arm as he approached. She pulled him to her, first his hand to her tits and then rolling his entire body onto the bed with her. "Does the big boy want to play with me?" she asked, voice dripping with promise. Before he knew what had happened she had her thick legs wrapped around his middle and his head in her hands.
He was still fully clothed but Gloria had no trouble feeling his muscles through the thin shirt he wore. She growled as she pulled his face into her massive tits. "Come on, boy, let's get this party rolling."
**
The Kamasutra room was locked. Frank shrugged. He pointed back the other way down the hall to the other side of the house. "George, you'll be starting out in the master bedroom at the end of the other hall. Billy, you're in the basement playroom." His deep voice held back a chuckle. "This one is mine."
William patted him on the shoulder but was quick to depart on his assignment. George smiled and headed to his own date with mystery.
Frank rapped on the door of the Kamasutra room. "Are you indecent yet?" he inquired.
"Just give me two more minutes." Called a soft vice from within.
Frank knew the voice well and his grin spread. "Felectiy you slut, what are you doing, fucking the bedpost?"
"You know a girl has to work hard to get ready for the fucking monster you have." 'Elle answered. There was another minute of silence before the door unlocked. She swung it open with a flourish.
Felicity wore a satin corset of black and crimson, cinched tightly around her middle. But it had no bustier and her soft, delectable tits were raised high and spilling over. Frank's eyes bugged out. "Damn girl, can you breathe in that?" His hands went right to her tits and he squeezed them firmly. "Never mind, don't care." He half lifted her as he intensely explored her chest, making her feel small and about to be devoured. He rushed her backward into the erotically appointed room and rode her down onto the bed, lips engulfing one fat nipple.
"God Frank, that feels amazing but get your damn cloths off first. I need a taste of that salami!"
**
William found Helen awaiting him at the bottom of the steps. The room was very large, taking up most of the house. It was dark save for a single lamp beside the large bed against one wall.
His hostess was nude. She didn't waste a moment but dropped to her knees and began to pull down his shorts. "I have been eye-banging every man here for hours and I need fucking cock," she growled. She grabbed his naked, hairy ass and shoved his mostly-soft meat into her mouth.
William had known Helen for a number of years. He was unsurprised by her behavior. He removed his shirt while she smothered herself in his groin.
The warmth of his body and the salty taste of his manhood made Helen feel lightheaded. And his smell. That musky-sour aroma of a healthy male. She pinched one of her nipples hard and let her tongue wiggle his ball sack.
He was growing quickly. The vitality of the sensation made her pussy and mouth water in equal measures. As his thick sausage hardened, she let it force open her throat.
Only when William's fat eight inches was wood-hard and throbbing did she pull away. She gazed up at him. "I love the feel of a cock getting hard and ready to fuck," she sighed.
That kind of treatment makes any man bold and William was bolder than most when it came to lust. He grabbed the surgeon's short hair and urged her to her feet, shoving her toward the bed and its pool of light. "Get where I can watch you choke yourself on my cock."
He watched as she fell to her knees again in the light, her hard, tanned body almost angular. A woman her size should seem delicate but Helen was anything but. No more delicate than steel.
William knew how she relished being tested. He didn't wait for her to give him any little signal or for her to make the next move. He just grabbed her head in both hands and watched his cock disappear down her throat. She gazed up at him, nothing in her eyes but lust and challenge.
Of course, he would have to pace himself. It would not do to disappoint a woman as... sure of what she wants as Helen Pollard.