Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 44

Brad went to the bathroom and when he came back he quietly handed Rob a couple of condoms. Without saying as much, he'd given Rob the go-ahead to fuck his wife. Rob took the condoms, thanked him and stuffed them into his pocket for safekeeping.

"I hear that the two of you had a bit of a thing last night," Brad said to Beth and me.

"Well, if you boys go off and leave us girls alone, what do you expect?" Beth giggled.

"Did you know this Rob?"

"I can't say I did," Rob laughed.

"So would you girls like to give us a taster of what we missed?" Brad asked.

It was clear that Beth wanted to please her man. She took me by the hand and led me onto the bed. Kneeling in front of each other, we kissed, and it wasn't long before Beth was tugging my dress off. I returned the favour, removing Beth's oversized jumper to reveal her ample breasts. There was no way I was going to be able get her super tight skirt off though, so she pulled it up around her waist instead then the two of us explored the intimate parts of each other's bodies while we kissed.

Brad and Rob had waited patiently up until this point but the sight of his wife with another woman was proving too much for Brad to resist. He sat at the foot of the bed next to wife and started to caress her hair, but she stopped him.

"Remember, you're with Lesley," Beth told him.

Brad got up and sat next to me instead, leaving Rob to fill the space next to Beth. I felt Brad's hand on my back as Beth and I continued to play with each other. He undid my bra strap with ease then reached around with his other hand to play with my nipples.

I reached over and felt the bulge in Brad's Levis then, one handed, successfully managed to undo his belt and pop the buttons on his fly. Reaching in to claim my prize, I gripped his erection and gave it a squeeze. Brad stood up and pushed his jeans down releasing his cock from its captivity. I ran my fingers down the shaft and cupped his balls for a moment.

"You two look so good," Brad told Beth and me as we continued to play with each other.

"It looks like we're both getting a treat tonight," Beth told her husband as she toyed with Rob's cock.

"Why don't you come with me?" I suggested to Brad.

Leading him to a high-backed armchair, I helped Brad take his tee shirt off then told him to sit down. I took my panties off and knelt in front of him then began by kissing his chest and then his stomach, before moving on to tease his cock with my tongue. Brad definitely looked after himself. He still had definition to his abs, but it was his chest and arms that were his most impressive features. He was clearly no stranger to the gym.

From his position in the armchair Brad could watch me but he could also watch his wife with Rob. With my back to them I couldn't see what Rob and Beth were doing but from the sounds they were making there was clearly a lot of kissing involved.

"Where are your condoms?" I asked.

Brad reached over to his jeans and retrieved a condom.

"Give it to me," I told him.

It was years since I'd been with anyone who'd worn a condom. In fact, I'd only ever used them with David at the start of our relationship. He'd hated wearing them but hated the idea of fathering a child even more. I didn't go on the pill for him until after I moved to Nottingham, so when he visited me at university we'd had to use condoms. I was besotted with David back then and wanted to please him and so I'd learned how to roll them on with my mouth. It was simple but effective.

I took the little square packet from Brad, ripped it open and fished out the condom. Once I'd figured which way it unrolled I sucked the tip into my mouth and held it in place against the back of my front teeth with my tongue. Looking up at Brad with the rolled-up condom flat against my lips I smiled cheekily at him then bent down and in one swift motion, lowered my mouth so that I unrolled it onto his penis with my lips.

It worked at treat and with the job done I climbed into his lap. Brad shifted in the chair to make it easier for me to straddle him and I felt his hand reach between my legs, his fingers working their way into me. Briefly he finger fucked me until we both knew I was lubricated enough to receive him. Then, without any delay from either party, I was kneeling in Brad's lap with his cock deep inside me.

Until that point we hadn't actually kissed but now we had time to. Most guys are good kissers and Brad was no exception. We kissed passionately and I put my hand on the back of his head to pull him closer. It sounds odd but I'd never touched hair as short as Brad's before. The eighties was not a time for short haircuts and the feel of it made me giggle. Brad broke the kiss to see what the joke was, so I had to explain.

"Your hair. It's prickly," I told him.

"I know," he said, "it's not exactly fashionable."

"I like it," I said." It's manly. It suits you."

"Thank you."

From behind me came a familiar sound.

"Make me cum, baby. Make me cum," Beth began to chant.

Brad smiled at the words.

"She's got the right idea," I told him. "And right now, you need to focus on making me cum."

We got back to kissing and I began to ride Brad more purposefully, rubbing my clitoris against his body as we fucked. It was a bit of a cheat but I needed to orgasm and I didn't care how I got there. When I got closer I told Brad to bite my nipples and I held his head tightly against my chest while he did. He reached round and scooping my buttocks up, he pulled me towards him with each thrust he made into me. It increased the sensation on my clit' and I reacted by pulling Brad's head tighter onto me and imploring him to bite my nipples harder.

When my orgasm came, it was like someone had let fireworks off in my body. I'm surprised Brad didn't pass out from oxygen starvation, I'd pressed his face against my chest so tightly. I rode him like a rodeo star until I'd squeezed every last drop of pleasure from my orgasm.

"Wow. I needed that," I declared.

I lifted myself off him, careful to ensure that the condom didn't come away with me (old habits die hard it seems).

"If you turn the chair round," I suggested, "you can watch Beth while you fuck me."

Brad was definitely up for this. He got up and rotated the big chair so that its back faced the bed. I knelt on the chair and rested my arms on its back, presenting my backside to Brad.

Briefly he ran a hand over my cheeks then held me by the hips and sank his cock into me. I pushed myself back against him and wiggled my bottom, squirming on his cock.

From my new position we both had a ringside view of Beth and Rob. Rob was on top of Beth pumping his cock into her while Beth had her legs wrapped around his waist. She was no longer telling Rob what to do. Instead she seemed focussed on her own orgasm.

For what might have been the final push, Rob altered his position. He lifted both of Beth's legs up so that her knees were pushed against her chest then bounced himself onto her. It was one of Steven's favourite positions and I could vouch for its effectiveness. With Rob's leg slightly splayed to improve his balance both Brad and I watched as he pounded his cock into Beth. She dug her nails into his buttocks and took her punishment just like she'd done the previous night with me.

The sight of his wife being put through her paces by another man was too much for Brad. He gripped my hips forcefully and fucked me as hard as he could for about thirty seconds more then I felt him relax as he came. I reached round and touched his hip with my hand in appreciation and he bent down and kissed the back of my neck, which was sweet.

When Brad's cock went soft it slipped out of me, leaving the condom inside. Brad got hold of its end and pulled it out, taking his semen away with it. He rushed to the bathroom to tidy himself up and I stayed kneeling on the chair watching Rob and Beth.

Beth was no longer silent, but was imploring Rob to cum inside her instead. Rob didn't seem to be in any hurry however. He kept pounding away with what was beginning to look like impressive stamina.

When Brad returned from the bathroom, I got up from the chair and we both sat on the bed next to Beth who was beginning to look a bit worse for her ordeal now. I knew what was needed and reaching round I cupped Rob's balls and gently kneaded them. He must have lasted a minute or so longer before coming to a halt and emptying himself into Beth. Rob allowed himself a few moments longer inside Beth before pulling out and releasing her from being pinned to the bed. Beth's legs flopped onto the bed and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's two nights in a row I've got more than I bargained for," she laughed, giving Rob a final kiss.

Rob went off to the bathroom leaving Beth to turn to her husband.

"I think I need a drink. And something stronger than Champagne please."

"Ok honey," Brad laughed. "Lesley, would you like something?"

"No thanks Brad. We should be going soon, I think."

Brad walked into the suite's lounge leaving Beth and me on our own. Beth reached over to me and we had a bit of a kiss and a cuddle.

"I hope we see you again," she said in a low voice.

"Me too," I said. "Your husband's very hunky."

"He is, isn't he. I'm a lucky girl," she giggled. Then she added, "If you get the chance you should definitely fuck Rob though."

"I'm working on it," I told her.

When Rob came back from the bathroom I suggested that we should leave Brad and Beth to it. The two of us began to put our clothes back on and when Brad returned with Beth's drink we had a final round of hugs and kisses before Rob and I left them to it.

It was well past midnight when Rob walked me back to my room. The events of the evening were beginning to catch up with me now and all of a sudden I felt really tired. When we reached my room I could see a hotel envelope half sticking out from under the door. I bent down and picked it up. It must have been left by reception because inside was a short note that read;

"Staying in Edinburgh tonight. Back first thing. Love you. Carole."

I showed it to Rob who read it and chuckled.

"I guess we shouldn't be surprised," he said. "You're not annoyed are you?"

"Not if you stay with me tonight," I said.

Rob gave a little grimace again.

"I don't want you to fuck me," I told him. "Just hold me. I don't like sleeping on my own."

Rob thought for a moment.

"I suppose I wouldn't really be looking after you if I left now," he said, half joking.

"It would almost be neglect," I agreed.

"I don't want to be accused of that."

I hugged Rob tightly as we stood in the hallway outside my room.

"Thank you," I told him

Chapter 5 - The Morning After

The phone rang at six o'clock in the morning. It was Rob's wake-up call. He answered it and thanked the caller. I was only half awake but realised that he was about to get up and leave, so I clung onto him like a limpet.

"I've got go and get ready," he laughed. "I have to read the road-book for today's route and I guess I'll have to pack my Dad's things too. If the hotel will let me into his room that is.

"Five more minutes," I pleaded, sounding all pathetic.

Rob scooped me up in his arms and pulled me closer to him. He'd kept his boxer shorts on but they did little to disguise his erection.

"You know this is killing me too," he said. "I don't want to go."

"Do you mean that?" I asked.

"Of course. You're gorgeous, sexy. You've got a great sense of humour. And that's after knowing you for just one night."

"Thank you. You're very handsome and a real gentleman."

"I'm not sure that real gentlemen get up to what I got up to last night," he laughed.

"You made Beth very happy," I joked.

"Yeah, that was a bit unexpected," he laughed. "But I liked Beth."

"Will I see you again?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I hope so. But you're a married woman..."

"Steven won't have a problem with it but let me worry about that," I said. "We'll be in Aix in August. Perhaps you could come and visit us or we could visit you."

"We?"

"Why not? You could bring along one of your 'Friday Night Tarts' for Steven."

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Rob said, giving it some thought as he spoke.

"What do you reckon to Carole and your father hitting it off?"

"I'd say that it's likely they already have. Whether it goes anywhere is a different question."

"Well, they're both adults I guess. It's up to them."

"I should go," Rob said reluctantly. "Do you want to meet for breakfast before we leave? Assuming Dad comes back with the car that is."

"I'd like that. What time?"

"Eight thirty?"

"Ok."

I asked Rob to set up a wake-up call for me before he left and it seemed like I'd only just closed my eyes before the hotel reception rang again. I got up, had a quick shower and got dressed. I wasn't sure what to wear but went for my best jeans and a tight tee shirt.

Rob was already in the breakfast room when I arrived, studying a map and some notes.

"Any sign of them?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"What time do you have to leave?"

"Nine thirty-two precisely," Rob replied.

"This is my address and phone number," I told him, handing Rob a business card that Steven and I had made up when we'd first moved to Wimbledon.

"This is my phone number," Rob said writing it down. "Would it be ok to write to you?"

"I'd like that, but I'll show it to Steven. Just so you know."

"I'll keep it formal then."

"No. Make it spicy. Steven gets letters from a girlfriend in Germany and some of them are very explicit."

"And you don't mind her doing this."

"No. It's a bit of fun. We both enjoy it. Just don't declare your undying love for me."

"Ok," he laughed.

We ate our breakfast then went outside and stood looking at the rows of cars as the drivers and co-drivers readied themselves for the day ahead. It wasn't looking good but then, in the nick of time, a red Ferrari pulled into the vacant slot in the car park. Carole and Marcel got out, both of them still in the clothes they'd gone to dinner in last night. I rushed over to Carole and gave her a big hug.

"I was getting worried about you," I told her as I squeezed her tightly.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You're not angry with me, are you?"

"Not now that I know you're alright."

"Cutting it fine, Dad," Rob told his father.

"We almost stayed in Edinburgh, but Carole made me come back for you," Marcel joked. "I hope he treated you well," Marcel asked, looking at me.

"Your son was a perfect gentleman," I replied.

"Glad to hear it," Marcel said slapping his son on the back then asked him, "So are you ready?"

"I am."

"Well let's get going then."

Marcel turned to Carole and the two of them kissed.

"I'll call you when we get back," he told her.

"I'll look forward to it," Carole replied. "Drive safely."

I gave Rob a big hug, which threw him at first but then he responded. When we separated I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Perfect gentleman you said?" Marcel asked with a smile on his face.

"I did," I responded.

The two men got into their car and waved as they drove off to take their place in the starting queue for the rally. We watched the Ferrari speed away from the rally start point until it disappeared out of sight.

"You have some explaining to do, young lady," I told Carole with mock sternness. "But can you give me fifteen minutes to talk to Steven first."

"I'll go and get some breakfast," she said.

"Are you sure," I asked. "Dressed like a dirty stop-out?"

"Oh who cares," Carole giggled.

I went up to our room and called Steven, hoping that he hadn't already left for the airport.

"Hi gorgeous," he said. "How's it going?"

"Well, there's plenty to tell you but that's not why I called."

"You want me to tell you about last night?"

Of course. How did it go?"

"Perhaps you should ask Duck," he replied.

"Is she still there?"

"Yes, I'll pass you over."

"Is that Lesley?" Jemima asked.

"Hi there. I hope your evening went well," I asked.

"It did," Jemima confirmed. "Thank you so much for letting me spend the night with Steven."

"You're welcome. Thank you for looking after him."

"I'm going to pass you back to Steven now and make myself scarce for a bit."

"Ok."

"Would you like to have lunch tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

"Great. Come by the shop around twelve and I'll tell you all about it then. Safe journey home."

The next voice I heard was Steven's again.

"I have the most considerate wife in the world," he told me then added, "Thank you."

"Hold that thought while I tell you about my weekend," I joked.

I told Steven what had happened and he laughed. He wouldn't have let Carole go off on her own if he'd been there, but there was no harm done.

"I'm really missing you," I told him. "It's been ages since we've spent so much time apart."

"I know," he replied. "But I'll be back on Thursday then there's just a week and a bit until we're on holiday."

"You're not going anywhere next week are you?"

"No," he assured me.

"Have a safe flight then. I love you so much," I told him.

"I love you too," he replied. "I can't wait for Thursday."

I found Carole in the breakfast room finishing off a full English breakfast, which was unusual for her. She usually ate like a sparrow.

"Right. Spill the beans," I told her.

"There's not much to tell," she replied with a wicked grin on her face. "We drove to Edinburgh, went to a jazz club, danced for a while, then booked into a hotel and had sex all night."

"Have you no shame?" I joked.

"None at all."

"And will you be seeing Marcel again?"

"That's up to him," Carole said. "I gave him my address and phone number. Well, I gave him yours that is."

"And did you tell him anything about your life in France?"

"The subject never came up."

"Do you like him?"

Carole thought before speaking.

"Marcel's a very nice man. He knows how to show a lady a good time and he made me feel special for a night, which is exactly what I needed. I'm not sure he's looking for anything more than that."

"But if he was. Would you be interested?"

"You don't give up do you?"

"You haven't answered the question."

"Ok. Yes," Carole sighed, "I guess I would be."

It took us six hours to get home. Our plane was late arriving into Edinburgh which meant that it was late taking off. Carole was in a good mood and we chatted for hours, just the two of us. I'd missed out on time like this with friends when I was growing up and it meant the world to me to have it now.

We got home in the late afternoon. There was nobody else in the house. Suzy must have been staying with Uwe that night. Neither of us was particularly hungry so we made a sandwich and curled up in front of the telly. Steven called to say that he'd arrived safely. It made me feel a bit sad that he wasn't here but, if he had been, we'd have had rampant sex for half the night and in truth, what I needed was a good night's sleep.

Carole was probably more tired than I was. We made it to nine o'clock then went to bed. Normally I'm the one who likes to be cuddled but Carole was so petite and so delicate that I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her and she snuggled into me.

Chapter 6 - Passing Time

Carole's alarm went off at seven o'clock. We'd slept in her bedroom on Sunday night so that she could get ready for work on Monday. That didn't mean I was going to make it easier for her to leave though.

"Five more minutes," I pleaded, putting my pathetic voice on again.

Carole surprised me. She rolled me onto my back then lay on top of me, forcing my legs apart.

"I haven't thanked you for taking me away this weekend," she said, her face only inches from mine.