Authors: Renee Rain
The drive home seemed extra long. I heard people talk about doing stuff like this- swinging and swapping, but I would have never thought that a bunch of professional white-collared men and women would take up sex as a recreation. Henry entered my mind. I wouldn’t dare tell Rome that no condom was used. Nor would I tell him how much I really enjoyed being with his friend. As much as I talked down about the whole scenario, I found myself thinking about what it might be like to sleep with Scott, Carl and Todd. Kent crossed my mind for a second, but he is so short it was more of a funny thought than a lustful thought. But
the others, wow, the others were just as tall and built as Henry and Rome. Damn, is this how it evolves? Is this how one gets hooked on the lifestyle?
My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Tamera. She works at the health department in a neighboring county and we usually meet up at least once a week for lunch or shopping, but I missed this week. “Girl what have you been up to?” was her traditional greeting as I said ‘hello’. I told her that I was on my way home from Rome’s. “Oh, a night out with Rome, it must have been good,” she giggled. “Girl you just don’t know,” was my reply to her sarcasm. “No, we went a party that some of his friends had last night,” before I could finish she cut me off asking if he had any good looking single friends. I told her that they are all married and she sighed. “So which of his mysterious friends had this party?” she asked. I told her his name is Henry and she immediately asked me if he was the owner of some club north of town and went on telling of how she heard that he was loaded with money, looks and some other good assets. “Girl that’s him,” I replied in a dry tone. I thought to myself, ‘has everyone fucked him?’ I asked her how she knew him and
she gave me her favorite answer: “The streets be talking”. “Girl you are a mess. I’m about to pull into my garage and I will get back with you later,” I shook my head as I ended the call. That girl knows way too much considering she works five days a week. But I guess since she works with the public, she hears a lot. My job as an accountant keeps me in-tuned to numbers, not people.
Days went by and Rome and I talked and texted as usual. I was actually starting to like the idea of sex without strings, but I didn’t know how to tell him without sounding like a hypocrite. Two nights in a row, I put myself to sleep while pleasing myself and thinking about Henry, Scott and Todd. I needed to get them out of my mind. I tried to think about my job, but there was no calming my curiosity.
Wednesday evening, I joined Rome for dinner. We went uptown and then to a small pub for drinks. I really enjoyed his company, but it was evident that his mind was somewhere else. He didn’t ask me how my week was going like he normally would or anything. At the pub, he ordered one drink after another. When the fourth drink arrived, I reminded him that he was the one driving and I couldn’t drive a stick. He didn’t respond to my comment. He rubbed my hand and told me that he feels like his feelings for me were growing. “I know it sounds crazy, but I want to come home to the same woman every night for the rest of my life. It’s just that I enjoy my lifestyle and I need a woman who wants to live the same way.” He took a sip of his drink and looked around. I told him that I wasn’t sure if this was something I would be able to do for the rest of my life. I mean hell, I always dreamt of the nuclear family with some kids, a dog and a goldfish, not with a couple fuck buddies on the side.
He asked me what I really thought about being with Henry. Seriously, I didn’t want to be honest about it, but it came out. “He was good.” The look on Rome’s face was priceless. “He was good? Good like you would fuck him again good or he was really nice to you good?” He almost sounded desperate for an answer as I took a sip of my drink. He went on to say that all the other women complained that he was too big and that they wouldn’t choose to be hooked up with him again. I told him that he was big, but that he was really nice and gentle. In reality, my back was out of commission messing with that man. I started to smile and just shook my head. Rome looked at me
in silence for a moment and then slid to sit next to me in the horse shoe shaped booth we were sitting in. He put his arm around my waist and started rubbing my side. “Sounds like there’s a side of Sabrina that’s tired of being tame,” was softly whispered into my ear and followed by his light breathing down my neck. “So how do you feel about women?” He asked with a look as if he were up to something. I told him that I don’t feel about women and left it at that. He pushed his drink back towards the middle of the table, laid more than enough money to cover the tab next to it and let me know that he was ready to go.
We got into his car. He started the engine, rolled the windows down slightly, and then turned the engine off. He leaned over the console and stroked the back of his hand over my cheek. As he pulled me in closer, he told me how lucky he was to have met me. He started kissing me and talking intermittently telling me how sexy I was and asked me “when will you let that freak come all the way out?” I pulled away from him. At first I just paused, and then I got into the back seat, closed the door and told him to join me. “You want a little freak, come on back here,” I demanded. He rushed to join me. I had already begun taking my pants off
and my blouse was unbuttoned halfway down.
There was just enough light from the club sign shining into the front window to allow us to see each other’s silhouettes’. “This is what I’m talking about,” he stated as he watched me stretch one leg across the back seat with the opposite foot on the floor. I ran my hand up my thigh and with two fingers I spread my labia and started playing with my clit. He began to move in closer to me. I ran my fingers across his lips and he began sucking on them. The feeling of his tongue on my fingers and hand was strangely arousing. I slowly began pushing his head down until his face was in between my thighs. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but he licked and sucked my pussy so well, I was both amazed and offended by the intensity of my orgasm. As I lay back panting, he kissed my lips and told me that we better get out of there and head home. Before I could respond, he was getting out of the backseat and closing the door.
I was pleased, but not satisfied. I wanted more of him. I put my clothes back on, got into the front passenger seat. He turned the radio on- jazz was
his favorite. “So was that not how you wanted it?” I asked only to have him reply that he didn’t know what I was talking about. The drive was long and quiet. I didn’t know if he was pissed or if he just had too much to drink.
When we pulled up to my building, I placed my purse on my shoulder. He grabbed my wrist as I was getting ready to exit the car. The first thing I thought was ‘this man has lost his mind grabbing me like this’. When I turned to look at him with his eyes red and glazed over, he asked if he could come in. I wanted to ask him why, but the look in his eyes told me exactly what he wanted. We entered the unit. He locked the door behind him and pulled me close to him. “You know I can’t fuck you in a parking lot like some whore,” he said as he started unbuttoning my blouse. Kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes, we eventually found ourselves in my bed. Feeling him in me after those brief, yet tense
moments was just what I needed. It must have been the most passionate night we had spent with each other. Changing positions, licking different spots and me hoping the neighbors wouldn’t complain about my headboard hitting the wall. After going at it for nearly two hours, we found ourselves lying in bed completely relaxed. We both fell asleep fast.
~Evolution~
We continued our lives working like crazy during the week and partying with our circle of friends every few weekends. Yes, I evolved and grew to love swapping. Tamera and I kept in touch and visited each other as usual. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what I was doing with Rome and his friends. My mind was being consumed with my semi-secret life with Rome and the parties. Although I always loved her like a sister, I couldn’t face the possible judgment she might have brought on me.
At one party Todd pulled my key and what a disappointment that was. I might as well been hooked up with Kent’s short ass. The only thing that compensated was his wife coming back early. Henry pulled her key that night and she didn’t want to do him. I guess everyone has their own preference. When she came home, Todd and I were on the bed in a guest room naked, but just watching T.V. I thought to leave, but she asked me to stay. I was always one to say that I would never have sex with another woman, so I started feeling defensive. Funny thing is- you can’t truly say what you would do until you’re in that situation. I found myself admiring how curvy she was and how full her breasts were. “So is all of this new to you?” She asked as she pulled her dress off over her head. I knew just what she meant and slowly shook my head ‘yes’. “Well,” she states as she takes her bra off, “how about if we just play around and see if I can find something you like.” She decided to lie on top of me and I didn’t think about resisting. She smelled so good I couldn’t help but to turn my face into her neck and breathe in her scent. Kissing her was exciting. I think it turned Todd on more than it did either of us. When she kissed my breast and down my stomach, I started to feel nervous, but that quickly resolved when she spread my legs.
I looked up and saw Todd stroking himself as he watched. When Janet got up on her knees, he moved behind her. As he fucked her from behind, he stared at me. I don’t know what was on his mind, but I kept wondering why they don’t just enjoy each other. He closed his eyes and started giving it to her faster. As he picked up his pace, she ate my pussy like it was the only chance she would get. I never thought another female could make me climax- but she did. When we were done, I was quiet. It was partly due to shock and partly due to shame. I was so relieved when she told me
that she and Kent won’t tell anybody. “There’s one other female who likes a little girl play, but we keep it between ourselves. And it’s not Rachell’s crazy ass. But maybe next time you’ll get to play and taste my sugar,” she said as she put on a robe and walked me to the door. Todd should be happy to have such a pleasing wife.
At the end of most parties, I would somehow end up with Henry. But while the other women would have a smirk on their faces, I knew I would be in for a night of mental and physical pleasure. Henry and I talked a lot. His last name, St. Pierre, was passed down from his father’s family in Louisiana. I learned what turns him on and off, his favorite foods, and even stuff about his childhood. He owned two clubs, a small strip mall that he rented out office and storefront space and had his eye on a third club location. He even shared with me that he and
Rachell don’t have sex often and he thought she may be more into women than men. Of course the sex was always great between us. Henry constantly asked me to stop swapping; he wanted me to only see him outside of Rome. It sound crazy to me, but after a few parties, I started declining Rome whenever he asked me to go to one. I agreed to see Henry outside of the arranged swap-dates.
He kept a suite at an upscale hotel open for us to meet at every Tuesday. Sometimes we met on Mondays as well. It wasn’t always sex; many times we just talked and cuddled. I hated that he was married and that he was a close friend of Rome’s, but I don’t think either of us could help the attraction- it was obviously beyond physical. One Tuesday, he shared that he wasn’t always happy with his lifestyle, but he wanted to keep
Rachell happy. He said that he wished sometimes she would just get tired of being with him and leave, but he knew that would never happen. “I told her if she gives me a disease, I’ll kill her. And she claims she’d kill herself,” he laughed. “But as long as she’s being careful, I’ll roll with it. It’s just sex…right?” He looked with a sad expression as he poured a drink. It bothered me that he was so sweet and seemed to be in a conflicting situation. I’m sure at one time, he enjoyed all the random sex, but somewhere along the line, his heart changed. Sadly, I only started it to please Rome and I was already done with it. That was the Tuesday I decided to have Henry pull his pants down and lean back. I sucked his dick with all my heart. Even after he came, I kept sucking. I needed to make sure he was relaxed. It felt like an obligation.
I enjoyed Henry’s conversation and sex far more than Rome’s. I often thought about Henry when we weren’t together. That man must have laced me with something that made me want him. I enjoyed him so much that he impeded my thoughts when I would be doing simple things like laundry. Now Rome and I still had our
Wednesday dates for the most part. And when we were together, it was as if we were only with each other, but the sex was getting less frequent. He would come to my place most of the time since my condo was closer to our jobs and we would stay in touch throughout the week.
Thursdays and Fridays were busy for me, but they were fast days, so I never minded. One Friday, I hadn’t heard from Rome since he left my place the previous morning, but I figured he must have been having a busy spell as well. There had been times when we would go a day without communication, so it was not a big issue. I never stopped past his office unless he invited me, but I was sure he would be in touch. That evening, I called him on my way home from work, but there was no answer. I left a message for him to call back and
after 3 hours, I heard nothing. This was unusual because although we have gone without contact, if one reached out, there would always be a response.