Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 45

"Come to bed," I told him.

"I should get a shower first," he replied.

"Come to bed," I repeated. "We need to talk."

"Is everything ok?" he asked.

"No it isn't, Steven. Since this Iris deal began I've had more sex with other people than I have with you and it worries me."

"I'm sorry."

"You need to stop getting all single minded about things. These last few days have been like when you were doing your finals."

The last comment must have hit home because Steven took his hand off me and thought for the moment.

"I can't help it," he said. "There's been so much riding on this Iris deal."

"Take a leaf out of Daniel's book. You don't see him getting all worked up."

I instantly regretted comparing Steven to Daniel but fortunately Steven didn't bite. Instead, he thought some more.

"I guess Daniel's seen it all before," he replied. "You're right though. I need to be more like him. Next time I get like this, just remind me."

"I will," I told him, reaching out to stroke his hand. "It's also time you gave your wife a bit more of what she needs too."

"I don't understand."

"You need you to be more assertive with me."

"Why?"

"When you asked me to marry you, I told you what it meant to me. You're my warrior and I'm your property. You know what I'm like, Steven. I've got very little self-control and I need a strong hand to keep me in line."

Steven thought for a bit but didn't say anything. So I continued,

"We've both come a long way in a short space of time. But some things don't change and I need you to own me."

"We've fucked this summer up a bit, haven't we?" Steven laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"No time to ourselves this week. You'll be with Daniel and I'll be with Kate next week. Then we're with Ferdi and Ursula."

"But after that we've got the rest of August to ourselves," I reassured him.

"Do you remember when we first started going out?" he asked. "You told me that you were saving your money so that one day you could live in a cottage in the country, with roses in the garden and an Irish Wolf-hound lying in front of the fire."

Steven's description brought a lump to my throat. In those dark days, sitting on my own in the Nottingham apartment, that dream had meant the world to me and I'd shared it with nobody until Steven came along.

"I remember. I told you in a tea shop in Lincoln."

As the words came out I knew I was starting to cry, I couldn't help it. I was so grateful to Steven for rescuing me. I don't know what my life would have been without him. I owed him everything.

"When you're ready for that cottage," he continued, "tell me and we'll give all this up."

"Ok."

I put my arms around Steven's neck and had a little sob...

We took a train from Washington to New York. We could have flown but it almost didn't seem worth it. Besides, the train gave us a chance to see the countryside. From Central Station we took a taxi to Paul and Astrid's apartment. It was four thirty by the time we arrived and Astrid was there to greet us. She looked fantastic as usual, every inch the supermodel she'd once been. Her willowy features seemed to be made more beautiful by her stunning blonde hair which hung in tresses.

Astrid hugged me first and I so wanted to kiss her. But I was the model of restraint and didn't hold on to her for too long before letting her hug Steven.

"It's good to see you both," Astrid told us. "Life's seemed so 'normal' since we got back from Colorado."

Astrid led us to a roof top terrace that overlooked Central Park and I could see that Steven was impressed.

"This is a stunning location, Astrid," he told her.

"It is," she agreed, "but the apartment's not ours. It belongs to Paul's bank. It came with the job."

"How is he?" I asked.

"Very well. The break in Colorado did us both the world of good. Although I swear if I hear him tell the story of that biker gang one more time I'm going to throttle him."

The way Astrid rolled her eyes as she spoke made us both laugh.

"Which reminds me, Steven," she continued. "I think Paul was hoping you would come into the office with him tomorrow. You remember Bill Turner?"

"Of course."

"Well Bill will be there and I know he was keen to talk to you. But you must say if the two of you already have other plans."

Steven looked at me for approval and while I would have liked to have spent time with him, it meant that I could spend time alone with Astrid instead.

"No, that'll be fine, Astrid," Steven confirmed.

"It's very sad news about Carole and her husband," Astrid offered.

"What has she told you?" I asked.

"Only that she and Fabien had split up?"

"When was that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I got a letter from her a couple of weeks ago."

"And nothing since?"

"No."

I couldn't help smiling.

"Well, let me bring you up to speed then..."

I told Astrid about our trip Scotland and how Carole had met Marcel. Then I told her about how Marcel had come to London to see her.

"Good for her," Astrid told us, "but do you think she's just on the rebound?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"What do you think, Steven?"

"It's possible," he said, "but I have to admit, they're quite well suited."

"Do you like him?" Astrid asked Steven. "I know how much she values your opinion."

Astrid was right, Steven's opinion was important to Carole.

"I only met the guy for a few minutes," Steven said. "He seemed fine but I'd have to reserve judgement on that."

Paul came home around six. He was a big guy and had a big smile on his face when he greeted us. You don't get to be the CEO of a major investment bank without having a hard edge to you but, with women, Paul always seemed to be a lovable teddy bear. Despite his good looks, quick wit, and charm he was the sort of man who seemed genuinely surprised and flattered that women took an interest in him.

I gave Paul a hug and a small kiss.

"Hi there Ninja," he joked.

"Hi there 'Gun for Hire'."

"That's what folk round these parts call me."

"Stop that right now," Astrid interrupted. "Don't encourage him, Lesley."

Paul turned to Steven and shook his hand.

"Steven, it's good to see you again."

"And you, Paul. Thank you for putting us up and for putting up with us."

"It's a pleasure, honestly. We've a table booked for seven thirty by the way."

"You'll like this place it's very trendy," Astrid told us.

"When we heard you were coming, my secretary tried to make us a booking," Paul explained. "But the restaurant told us they were fully booked for two months and that's just for a Wednesday night. However, when she mentioned Astrid's name, all of a sudden they had a cancellation. I love having a famous wife."

Astrid blushed as Paul gave her an affectionate squeeze. However hard she might have wanted to move on, she'd always be Astrid Olsen, the supermodel.

Astrid had told me to bring something nice to wear for a meal out and so I'd packed a pretty green dress that I knew flattered my figure. I'd also made Steven pack what he called his Miami Vice suit. It was a pale blue, loose fitting suit, worn with a tee shirt, just like Don Johnson. It sounds arrogant but we made a pretty good-looking couple. At least I thought we did until we saw Astrid and Paul.

Astrid wore a stunning simple Dior cocktail dress which looked so elegant it was out of this world. On anyone it would have looked good, on Astrid it looked unbelievable. In terms of transformation however, it was Paul who took the prize. He also wore a loose-fitting suit with pleated trousers and an expensive polo shirt. For an older man he looked really hot.

"You both look amazing," I told them.

"So do you," Astrid replied.

"No, you really look fantastic," I told them. "Paul you look out of this world."

"It's just something I threw together," Paul replied cheekily. Then he added, "Actually, Astrid chose it for me."

"Same with me," Steven admitted. "Lesley chose this."

"I think we just have to admit that our wives have better taste than us," Paul agreed.

We rode to the short distance to the restaurant in a stretch limo which, although extravagant, made sense because you couldn't get four people in a taxi. The restaurant was one of those rooftop affairs with a view over the city. It was probably as expensive as the one in Washington that Steven and I had eaten in two nights ago, but the clientele were very different. They were younger for a start, and it seemed as though everyone was here to be seen.

A few people recognised Astrid. You could see it in the way they looked at her then looked again. Astrid must have been used to it and she had to have expected attention in that dress. In a way she was a different person to the woman we'd got used to being with in Colorado. She seemed more 'sassy' in New York.

"So, you're off to France next?" Paul asked as we waited for our food.

"That's right," I told him. "We're spending a week in Annecy with Daniel and Kate, then going to Munich to see Ferdi and Ursula, then spending the rest of August with Carole in Provence."

"Poor Carole, what a terrible blow that's been for her," Paul said.

"But you don't know the latest developments," I told him.

I filled Paul in on the same details I'd told Astrid earlier.

"She's a fast mover," Paul laughed afterwards.

"Lots of people are coming to visit her in August; Daniel and Kate, my parents, plus some of our friends. You should come too."

"You should," Steven agreed. "She'd like that."

"Actually, I'd like that too darling," Astrid said speaking up. "I know we were going to spend time at the ranch but it need only be for the week. We've never been to Carole's house and we couldn't make it for her wedding, so I'd like to go now."

Paul thought for a moment. I suspected he was looking forward to going back to their ranch.

"We could combine it with a trip to Paris. Perhaps stay at that hotel you took me to before we got married," Astrid added with a twinkle in her eye.

"You've sold it to me," Paul said smiling. "Do you think we'll be able to get a decent hotel at short notice?"

"You won't need one," I told them. "You can stay at the house."

"Well, it seems we're all sorted then," he laughed.

Astrid touched her husband's hand and whispered "thank you" to him.

It was easy eating with Paul and Astrid. After spending almost two weeks with them in Colorado, the conversation was relaxed and it really was like eating with old friends. Paul wanted to know how Iris was progressing and he and Steven chatted while Astrid and I talked about Provence and all the things there were to do and see.

It was ten by the time we left the restaurant and made the short journey by limo' back to Astrid and Paul's apartment. When we got back, nobody wanted to make the first move. It was a weekday evening and Paul had to work the next day, so did Steven. I didn't want to be too presumptuous and in the end it was Astrid who broke the deadlock.

"Would it be alright if I borrowed Steven tonight?" she asked guiltily.

"I think Steven was hoping you'd want to," I told her.

"Definitely," Steven agreed.

I turned to Steven, remembering what we'd talked about earlier that day.

"Would you mind if I slept with Paul?" I asked.

"Of course not," Steven replied.

"Well, it looks like you've ended up with me then," I said to Paul.

"Oh well. If I have to," Paul said cheekily, which earned him a thump.

I gave Steven a hug and a kiss and told him I'd see him tomorrow then we disappeared into different bedrooms. Steven and Astrid got on well. I felt sure they were going to have a good time.

Paul was 'my type'. Successful, accomplished and rich, with presence by the bucket load. Plus, of course, he was older. Now that I had Steven, I could indulge my penchant for older men, safe in the knowledge that it was just a bit of fun. I enjoyed the way they spoiled me and in return I gave them my youth. But that wasn't the entire story. I used to think it was all about being a part of a world I couldn't afford myself. But, as Steven and I began to be able to afford our own luxuries, I found that I just liked the company of successful men.

Paul was keen to remove my cocktail dress as soon as we got into the bedroom. I let him undo the zipper and he slipped the dress off with practised ease. Turning to face him in only my bra and briefs we kissed while I unzipped his fly then reached into his pants. His cock was already half way to being erect and it only took a few strokes finish the job off. Then I went down on my knees and got to work, mouthing him.

Paul sighed as he watched me take all of his cock into my mouth. It was my party trick and I looked up at him with doleful eyes as I took in the whole of his shaft. He held the back of my head. Men always like to. But he didn't force me onto his cock, he just let me work it at my own pace.

"Let me return the favour," he told me after a while.

I got up off my knees and lay on the bed with my legs dangling over the side. Paul knelt on the floor in front of me and lifted one leg over each of his shoulders. Then, holding my hips tenderly, he began to tease my clitoris with his tongue. It felt soothing and, with one hand, I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair while, with the other, I toyed with my nipples.

Paul took his time. He wasn't in any hurry. There was just a gradual build-up of pleasure until I could feel the faint beginnings of my orgasm. I tried to push myself onto his face, urging his tongue against my clit but Paul held my hips more tightly now. Now he was teasing me, giving me just enough to keep me on edge. I began to squirm trying to break free of his grip but he was too strong and so I pulled his head onto me as hard as I could while I squeezed my nipple tightly.

"Please don't tease me. Make me cum, Paul," I begged.

Paul chuckled then began to flick the nub of my clit with his tongue forcefully. It didn't take much to tip me over the edge and soon I was bucking like a bronco as Paul's tongue continued to tease me until eventually the orgasm passed. Paul lifted his head up from between my legs and kissed my tummy. It made me ticklish for a moment. I shuffled up the bed so that my whole body lay on it then opened my legs again for him.

The inference was clear and Paul wasted no time climbing on top of me. Resting on one elbow he guided his cock into my eager pussy and I sighed as he filled me. Physically, Paul was quite a big man with a rugby player build. I felt his weight bear down on my hips and prepared myself for a pummelling but instead he wanted to kiss. We swapped saliva passionately as he gently fucked me and I couldn't help swooning at the experience. When he started to kiss my neck, my body was his for the taking. He could have done pretty much anything with me and it wasn't long before I came for a second time.

Once my orgasm had passed, Paul was able to focus on his own needs. His thrusting moved from gentle to urgent and then from urgent to frantic. I encouraged him, telling how good he was and how I wanted his cum in me and he pumped me violently until his body stiffened and I felt his cock and balls spasm as he delivered his load. Then he relaxed.

After thirty seconds or so, he lifted himself off me. Our bodies were sweaty at the points where they'd come into contact with each other but in a strange way it felt nice. I thought he was going to lie down next to me but instead Paul knelt on the bed and began to finger my pussy. I lifted my knees up und parted my legs to give him better access and he pushed three fingers into me. Somehow he locked straight onto my G-spot and began to stimulate it while he gently worked me from the inside.

I grabbed one of Paul's legs with one hand and the sheet with the other as yet another orgasm approached. This one was much stronger than the others however and when it hit I couldn't help arching my back off the bed as my body stiffened. My nails sunk into Paul's flesh as he brought me way past the point of ecstasy and I could hear his hand sploshing in and out of me as fluid poured out of my vagina.

I let out a low moan and begged him to keep going, even though what he was doing seemed to be draining the life from me. Paul did as he was asked and kept on until I had nothing left. When he pulled his hand out of me I just lay there, exhausted.

"That's the best sex I've had all week," I told him.

And I meant it.

When Paul did finally lie down next to me, I draped my leg over his and gave him little choice but to hold me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked after a while.

"Of course," he replied.

"How do you switch off?"

Paul laughed.

"With difficulty," he replied.

"But how do you do it?"

"Well, you need something else in your life. I have Astrid, the ranch, my gun collection, things like that. I also try to follow the 'Be Here Now' principal."

"What's that?"

"Basically, it means that wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you give it your full attention. So, for instance while we were having sex I didn't once think about work," he laughed.

"I should hope not," I told him. "But will you think about me when you're at work?"

"I'll try not to," Paul told me. "But I'll almost definitely fail."

"Good."

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm worried that Steven is living his life at a hundred miles an hour at the moment. He never seems to stop."

"It's difficult," Paul continued, "Especially for Steven, I imagine."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, for most people, success comes gradually. You build your career over time and you get used to the demands as you go along. Steven's become successful almost overnight and that doesn't happen to many people. I guess it's usually only pop stars that experience something like that."

"Hmmm."

"And perhaps some models too," Paul added. "You should speak to Astrid."

"I will..."

Chapter 4 - It Would Be Rude Not To

I was only half awake when Paul got up on Thursday morning. He showered then returned and sat on the side of the bed.

"I should get ready for work," he told me. "Thank you for last night."

"I should be thanking you," I told him.

What started out as a simple kiss turned more passionate the longer it lasted. I felt Paul's hand reaching for my breasts then when he met no resistance it moved south to my pussy. I parted his dressing gown and felt for his stiffening cock then began to wank it. We must have enjoyed each other for a few minutes or so before Paul stopped and pulled away.

"I really should go," he apologised.

It was a bit like a prisoner exchange. I released Paul from my bedroom and got Steven in return. He hadn't showered and so, very quickly, I joined him and we washed each other down. There wasn't time for sex but there was a lot of groping and fingering.

Steven shaved, put on a shirt and tie, followed by his suit which he'd hung up the night before to remove the creases. I put on a dressing gown and joined him for breakfast with Paul and Astrid.

"We shouldn't be too late this afternoon," Paul confirmed.

"What's happening with Bill? Is Alison with him?" Astrid asked.

"I don't know. It was all last minute when he heard Steven would be here."

"Will you find out and let me know? Because we need to figure out what we're doing tonight."

"Sure, Paul replied then, speaking to Steven, he told him, "We really should be going, Steven."

"No problem," Steven said wolfing down the last of his toast.

The boys headed off to work, leaving Astrid and me alone. We hurried back to her bedroom, took our dressing gowns off and got into bed. I couldn't keep my hands off her and the two of us kissed passionately.

Climbing on top of Astrid I forced my body between her legs then began to rub my pussy against hers.

"I didn't think I'd see you again so soon after Colorado," Astrid told me sweetly.