Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 44

As we kissed, I watched Anna with Carole. The two of them were like wild animals. Anna grabbed Carole by the hand and led her into her bedroom leaving Beth and I alone in the living room.

"How old are you?" Beth purred as her hands began to feel my body.

"Twenty-six," I told her.

"So young," she said, almost breathing the words into my ear. "Have you been with a woman before?"

"Kind of," I replied coyly.

"Would you like me to take care of you tonight?"

"Please," I whimpered.

I think Beth mistook my relative youth and initial surprise for inexperience. Perhaps it was the alcohol or perhaps it was just devilment on my part but if she got a kick out of thinking she was seducing some young virgin then who was I to correct her.

She held out her hand and I let her lead me into her bedroom. We kissed for a bit longer and her hands became more adventurous. Then she lay down on the bed and beckoned me to lie next to her.

I was trying to think like a virgin. I didn't want to be too forward but I didn't want to stop Beth from doing anything either. So, I lay down, flat on my back, and waited for her to make the first move.

Beth shifted onto her side and reached in for a kiss. As she did, I felt her hand caressing my leg. She trailed a finger along my inner thigh pushing my dress up until her fingers reached my panties. I reached across to her and ran my hand along her leg. I tried to pull her dress up but it refused to budge.

"These dresses are getting in the way a bit," she giggled. "Shall I take yours off?"

"Ok."

I sat up and let Beth pull the dress off over my head. Without asking she also unhooked my bra then let me lie down again. Then she pulled her own dress off and removed her bra. She had a great pair of breasts, Steven would have loved them.

We resumed our position on the bed and Beth kissed me some more. Her fingers were dancing over my pussy causing a very pleasant sensation even though I still had my panties on.

"Your husband's a lucky man," she said. "What do you like him to do to you?"

I could have asked for anything, so I chose something I liked.

"He teases my nipples," I told her.

"Like this?" Beth asked, moving her head down to tongue one of my nipples.

"Yes, but harder."

"Anything else?"

"Well I like him to rub my pussy, oh and play with my bum-hole at the same time."

"Your what?"

"My anus."

"Ah. We call it butt-hole," she laughed.

I giggled.

"Shall I pull your panties off then?"

"Please."

Beth tugged my panties down, removing her own at the same time. We were both naked now and she began to get to work on me. With one hand she teased the nub of my clit' while with the other she gently fingered my anus. Her mouth paid equal attention to both of my nipples, which was nice, and while I would have liked her to have chewed them I didn't want to appear too demanding.

To show her she was having the desired effect I ran a hand affectionately across her shoulders and sighed. The sigh wasn't me acting. Beth had expert fingers and they were beginning to get results.

"Is that good?" she asked.

"Very good," I giggled.

Emboldened by the positive feedback Beth did everything a bit more forcefully now. My body responded and my clitoris and nipples were hard, like bullets. I reached down and played with one of Beth's nipples, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger while Beth began to rub her pussy along my outer thigh.

With three of my erogenous under attack it didn't take long before I started to move my hips in rhythm with the stimulation. Beth knew she had me now and she played me like a fiddle, taking her time to bring me to orgasm. It was a virtuoso performance and she had me almost begging for relief by the end of it.

When I thought I couldn't take much more, she pushed her finger into my rectum, bit hard on a nipple and rubbed my clit frantically. It was like a bomb had gone off inside me and I thrashed about on the bed for a minute or so before she stopped.

Climbing on top of me but still with her pussy pressed against one of my thighs, she kissed me and I responded out of genuine passion. I'd misjudged her. I'd thought she was an amateur but in fact she was a real pro. I thought about confessing but decided to continue with the virgin act.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, clearly thinking she'd been the first.

"Nobody's ever made me cum like that before," I told her.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied.

"I did," I giggled.

"What do you like to do to your husband?" Beth asked. "Other than fuck him of course."

It was another opportunity to ask for whatever I wanted.

"He likes to be tied to the bed and teased," I told her.

"I like that too," Beth told purred. Then she asked, "Would you be a good girl and tie me to the bed?"

"If you'd like me to."

I wouldn't have let a stranger tie me up, primarily because it was one of the few things Steven had told me never to do. I understood why. I knew I wasn't a psychopath, but Beth didn't. It was a risk she seemed prepared to take however. She jumped up off the bed and searched through one of the drawers in the room's dressing table until she found what she was looking for.

"You can use these," she offered.

Beth handed me four long silk dressing gown cords. I'm guessing that she and her husband hadn't brought four matching dressing gowns on holiday or that that the cords had ever been used for their original purpose.

"Are you sure, Beth?" I asked, wanting to be absolutely certain.

"I trust you," she replied.

"Ok," I giggled girlishly.

"You can do whatever you like to me," Beth added.

Beth was getting excited now and she kissed me passionately then lay on her back and let me tie her wrists and ankles securely to the corners of the bed. Lying there, spread-eagled in front of me I could see why Steven was so concerned about me being with strangers. I really could have done literally anything to her.

"My husband likes to lick my holes," I said mounting her face.

To begin with, I bent over so that Beth could lick me out. My pussy still had the traces of my own ejaculate in it and I felt her tongue and lips eagerly going about their business. When I decided she'd had enough I straightened up and presented my anus to her. At the same time I began to play with her nipples, twisting them wickedly.

"Push your tongue in," I told her. "I want to feel you inside me."

I wriggled my bottom on Beth's face as she tried to push the tip of her tongue into my rectum, sending sparks of electricity racing around me. I stopped playing with her nipples and, steadying myself with one hand, reached between my legs and brought myself off. It didn't take me long to get there and, after I'd cum, I rubbed my pussy lips over her face then let her lick my clit' some more.

When I couldn't take any more licking, I collapsed on top of Beth, my pussy still in her face and my head on her tummy. Her pussy was just in front of me now. I'd not paid it any attention so far but I could see that it was neatly trimmed. I reached out and ran my hand over it, causing Beth to lift her hips and push against me.

"Will you help me out?" Beth asked.

"What do you want me to do?"

"My husband's penis is very soft," Beth said in a pathetic voice. "Would you put your fingers in me."

I didn't know whether Beth was telling the truth or if it was just a part of the role playing but I couldn't help feeling bad for her. I imagined her married to some older guy who struggled to get an erection. I climbed off and lay beside her then brushed my fingers over her labia. Bet's pussy was already very wet. I guess she must have been very turned on and desperately in need of relief.

Parting her pussy lips, it was easy to push two fingers into her. There was so much fluid she already felt soggy. I tried three fingers but it was still too easy and so eventually I went with four. Gently I worked them into her up to the knuckle and Beth went quiet.

I probably could have made her cum in under a minute if I'd toyed with her clitoris at the same time, but if what she'd told me was true then I wanted Beth to enjoy this for longer.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked innocently.

"You're doing fine, but push a bit harder now."

"Ok."

I began to push my fist in past the knuckle, stopping only when the crook of my thumb pushed up against her pubic bone. I was feeling resistance now as the walls of Beth's vagina began to fight back. But it wasn't enough.

"I need all of it in me," Beth sighed.

I knew what Beth wanted and repositioned my thumb so that it fitted into her vagina along with the other fingers. It wasn't so much a fist as what you did if you were trying to hold a sock puppet. I began to fuck her pussy more forcefully and within thirty seconds the whole of my hand was inside her. It wasn't the first time I'd fisted a girl, I'd been fisted myself too, but I'd never seen a hand disappear into a woman so quickly or so easily.

"Make me cum. Make me cum," Beth kept chanting as I set about pumping her.

It was actually quite hard work pumping Beth to orgasm and after a couple of minutes the muscles in my arm were starting to burn as the lactic acid built up in them. I was contemplating rubbing her clit to speed things up when Beth surprised me again.

"Fill both my holes, baby," Beth instructed with some urgency.

I'd never done this before and was feeling a bit out of my depth now.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Just do it. Please," came the reply.

I was on the left-hand side of Beth as she lay on the bed using my right hand to fist her. If I was going to do as she asked then I was going to have to make some changes. I pulled my hand out of her pussy and undid the cords that tied her ankles to bed.

"There's lubricant in the drawer, baby," Beth told me, "But please hurry."

I fetched the lubricant and, not caring where I spilled it, poured some over my hands, then some on Beth, then threw the bottle out of the way.

I rolled Beth onto her side then pushed a freshly lubricated hand into Beth's vagina. It sank in with ease and I continued to pump her. With my other hand I began to finger her anus. Beth hoisted her knees up to give me better access and I found that two fingers slipped into her rectum with relative ease.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"I need more," came the frustrated reply.

I tried three fingers and surprisingly they fitted. Beth pushed her bottom hard against my hand.

"One more baby," she told me.

I withdrew then pushed four fingers into her, not stopping until they'd disappeared up to the knuckle. Beth let out a scream, in both agony and ecstasy. Through the thin wall that separated her rectum from her vagina I could feel my left hand with the fingers of my right hand then I began to pump both holes as hard and as deep as I could.

If her initial scream was alarming then it was nothing compared to the noises she made as she orgasmed. With both hands occupied I was powerless to muffle them and Carole and Anna rushed into the room to see what was happening. I was worried that Anna might try to pull me away but she grabbed her friend and they kissed passionately as I continued the torment.

Eventually Beth's orgasm subsided and I pulled my hands out of her. Anal sex is always going to be a bit mucky and, as soon as I could, I went to the bathroom and soaped both hands, twice.

When I returned, the girls had untied Beth and she'd regained her composure. She smiled when I came back into the room and we hugged and kissed.

"Thank you," she told me. "I really needed that."

"It was the first time I'd done it. I was worried I'd hurt you."

"This one's got such an appetite on her," Anna told us. "I don't know how her husband keeps up. He's only been out of the marines two years but I swear she's wearing him out."

"Please don't take this the wrong way but I'd assumed your husbands were older than you," I admitted.

"No darling. Anna confirmed. "We're both on our second husbands. The first ones both paid a high price trading us in for younger models," she laughed.

"So, you're the ones with the money?"

"That's right," Beth admitted.

"So why do you put yourselves through two weeks of boredom?" Carole asked.

"Because we love them," Anna replied, slightly confused by the question.

"So, the bit about your husband not being able to get an erection?" I asked.

Anna chuckled.

"A white lie to get you to do what I wanted," Beth explained. "A bit like the one you told me about not having much experience."

"I'm sorry about that," I said.

"Don't be. I had a lot of fun. I hope you did too."

"I did."

"I think we're going to have to kick you out now," Anna said apologetically. "Our husbands will be back in the morning and well..."

"No worries," I told her. "Just give me a minute to put my clothes back on."

Anna and Carole left the bedroom leaving Beth and me to sort ourselves out. When we were both dressed we had a final hug.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening. Not at all what I was expecting," Beth laughed.

"Honestly, I had no idea until we got to your room."

"I saw them playing footsie under the table in the bar," Beth admitted.

"I shall have to have words with Carole," I said sternly.

"You know, your husband's a lucky man. I hope he realises it," Beth said before she gave me another kiss.

"I suspect your man's very lucky too. I mean finding a woman who doesn't mind him playing golf for starters," I joked.

Beth laughed again.

"Well, if you're ever in Philadelphia. Or even if you find yourself at a loose end tomorrow night?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry. I'm here for Carole this weekend."

"I understand."

"But my husband's in Washington a lot at the moment. I don't know how far that is from you."

"It's about a hundred and fifty miles. Which isn't far in American terms," she laughed

We swapped phone numbers then joined Carole and Anna in the lounge. After another brief round of hugs, Carole and I made our way back to our room. It was midnight now. The alcohol had worn off and we were both tired. We climbed into bed, I put my arms around Carole and we spooned.

"I realise where I'm going wrong," Carole said as we lay there.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"With husbands," she clarified. "Well perhaps it's more than just husbands."

"You're perfect as you are," I told her.

"But I don't compromise," Carole explained. "Look at Beth and Anna. They hold all the purse strings, they'd rather be somewhere else, yet they're here supporting their husbands. Look at you. You gave your job up for Steven. Look at Suzy. She's put her life on hold for three years so she can be with Uwe."

"Yeah, but she gets to spend the week with us," I joked.

"But she loves him Lesley. I mean she really loves him. She's made sacrifices for him."

"I know," I conceded.

"Then look at me. I used to spend half the week living with you lot because it was more fun than going home to my husband. What sort of a wife does that make me?" she asked. "It's my way or the highway. It always has been."

I had no answer.

"When I think back," Carole continued, "I was the same with Daniel. When I no longer wanted the life we'd spent the last ten years building, I didn't try to compromise, I just divorced him. Daniel is one of the most considerate men on the planet. You know that. And me walking out nearly ruined him. I'm glad he found Kate. He deserves so much better than me."

"Don't be silly," I told her. "You're driven Carole. It's who you are. You can't ignore that."

"So, you agree. I'm a bitch."

"Maybe you've just not met the person you're prepared make sacrifices for yet?"

"I'm running out of time, Lesley."

"Then you're just going to have to spend the rest of your life with Steven and me. That's the only solution."

I hugged Carole tightly and she cried silently in my arms until we both fell asleep...

Chapter 4 - A Chance Encounter

On Saturday we slept in until ten o'clock. If Carole was still upset in the morning then she didn't show it. In fact, once she was awake she was very amorous. We kissed and cuddled passionately before taking a much-needed shower together.

We just about made it down for breakfast before the hotel stopped serving at ten thirty. As we arrived, Anna and Beth were leaving with their husbands, who must have got back early that morning from their golfing trip. We stopped to have a polite chat with them but no mention was made of the previous night.

They briefly introduced us to their men, who both seemed pleasant enough. Of the two, Beth's husband was easy to identify. Brad was the tall and muscular one with a buzz haircut. He looked like he was still in the Marines, just on holiday. Tommy, Anna's husband looked sportier, like a tennis coach or personal trainer.

"I wonder if they know what their wives got up to last night," I whispered to Carole as we sat down.

"I don't know," Carole replied, intrigued by the question. "It wouldn't surprise me either way."

"What would you like to do this morning," I asked. "Our spa treatments aren't until later this afternoon."

"I'm not sure," she replied.

"We could go to a distillery," I suggested hopefully.

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Because I'd like to buy Steven a bottle of whisky straight from an actual distillery."

Carole looked sad for a moment.

"Steven's a lucky man to have such a considerate wife," she said.

Steven might not have been so lucky if I'd known beforehand what the inside of a distillery actually smelled like. The aroma, if you can call it that, coming from those copper stills made me want to retch. It left such a strong impression that I couldn't try the free samples they gave out afterwards. I bought a bottle of twenty-year-old single malt in the gift shop, ignoring Carole's comments that I could almost certainly get it cheaper at the airport.

Afterwards, we drove to the village of Auchterader and had a walk then some coffee in one of the shops.

"I think I'm going to go back to Provence in August," Carole announced as we tucked into a nice bit of cake.

"That's only a week or so away," I said.

"I know, but I need to go back. It's not right leaving the winery all to Pierre and, although I'm sure they're being well looked after, I miss Donald and Mickey too."

I could understand it. Carole's home was in Provence. She had to go back at some point.

"How long will you stay for?" I asked.

"Just for August. I'll take it as holiday. Take some time to think about things and sort my life out."

"Are visitors welcome?" I asked.

"Of course," Carole said smiling. "I've already asked Buster and Skye if they fancied a cheap holiday and I was thinking about asking Suzy and Uwe too."

"What about me and Steven? Do we get an invite? We're spending a week in Annecy with Daniel and Kate but after that we've got most of August free. Daniel's given Steven some extra time off for all the work he's been putting in on Iris."

Carole reached over and held my hand.

"You don't need an invite, you're welcome any time. Besides if I'm not mistaken you own a house just down the road."

"Yes, but Sophie and Pierre live there."

Carole laughed.

"Have you ever slept in that house?" she asked.

"I did one night. Steven hasn't."

"Are you sure Steven wants to spend his time in France this summer?"

"Of course he does. He'll get to see Sophie and Marion and Emma, plus there'll be Skye and Suzy too. He'll be like a pig in shit," I joked. "Then there's you. You don't think he's going to leave you out in France on your own for a month, do you? And if all that wasn't enough there's Donald and Mickey too. He absolutely loves those dogs."

"Well, if you put it like that," Carole laughed.

"We could invite Daniel and Kate too and Michael and Claire could stay for a bit."