Authors: Carol Swan
“No, actually, it’s not bad,” said Noah, placing a hand on her hair and kissing the crown of her head. “We’ve gone with sillier plans in the past.”
“Great,” said Emma, but before she could say much else Noah kissed her. She didn’t know if it was Noah or the thrill of their ambitious new plan, but there was as a renewed tension to the way he ran a hand over her hip, the way he hovered above her face without letting their lips touch. “We should make a list,” she said breathily.
“Mhm,” Noah agreed, lightly touching his lips to her neck. She giggled and pretended to push his face away.
“I’m serious! C’mon, Noah, let’s make a list.”
He bit her once and then stood up. She stared at him in surprise and he watched her with satisfaction. He reached over to the coffee table and retrieved the notebook for phone messages and a pen.
“So who… Whose dick do you want to suck, Emma?”
“Yours,” she said. He grinned. “I know. Who else?”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “What about you? Is there anyone you’re dying to fuck?”
“Nah.”
“Nah? Are you sure?” Emma traced his jawline with her finger. “I bet you could think of something if you tried.”
“Well,” he said after a moment, “there’s that guy from work I mentioned—”
“Guy?” Emma asked, tilting her head.
Noah leaned into Emma’s palm on his cheek and sighed as she laughed. “I’m not… I was going to say, he and his wife have been doing this for a while. Might be able to convince some of their friends to show up.”
“Do you like his wife?” Emma teased. Noah shrugged.
“Never met her. The guy is pretty smoking though, from a completely objective heterosexual standpoint.”
Emma moved the hand on his cheek to swat him lightly on the chest. It stayed there.
“Yeah? What’s he look like?”
“Tall,” Noah said.
“As tall as you?”
Noah smirked. “Of course not.”
“What’s his name?”
“Michael.”
“What would you like to see me do with Michael, Noah?” Her hand trailed from his chest down to the top of his jeans, where she plucked at his belt buckle. Noah smiled.
“How about this?” he said, locking a hand in her hair and pulling her down.
The doorbell rang, and Emma had to clamp a hand to her mouth to muffle her maniacally nervous laughter. She looked at Noah, eyes wide with alarm and excitement. Noah put away the glass he was drying, hung the dish towel up and made for the front door. In the kitchen, Emma meticulously rearranged the several bowls of goodies along the counter: chips, homemade brownies, cinnamon hearts, and condoms. No matter how she arranged it, the condoms seemed unbearably gaudy. “I am a grown woman,” she said to herself, squaring her shoulders and smoothing her hair. She felt permanently frazzled.
She heard the sound of the door opening, and then Noah’s warm voice greeting the first of their guests.
Emma’s heart thudded in her chest as her living room began to fill up with strangers. They all seemed pretty comfortable, and Noah too, shaking men’s hands and offering beers. The lighting was slightly dim and there was a stack of board games on their coffee table. Emma blushed, trying to avoid looking at the bowl of condoms beside it.
“Noah,” she said, “can I talk to you for a minute?”
Noah excused himself and the two slunk off to the kitchen. “Everything okay, babe?”
Emma shrugged. “Yeah,” she said, “I guess I’m just a little...”
“Nervous?”
Emma tried to smile, but it came out a little lopsided. “Yeah. I’m nervous.”
Noah moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist, staring deep into her eyes. “You know we can call this off at any time.”
Emma thought about it, then giggled. “No. No, I don’t want to call it off.”
“Good,” Noah said, sheepishly, “Because I really want to hear about you sucking someone else’s cock.”
“Whose?”
Noah glanced back out at the party, craning his neck to see around the wall. “Is there anyone you want? Here, let me introduce you.”
Most of their guests were friends of Michael and Miranda. Emma and Noah didn’t know many swingers themselves, so Noah had simply approached Michael and offered their house for a party if Michael and Miranda could get their friends to come. Michael and Miranda, Amy and Ethan, Jenny and Cameron.
“Don’t worry,” Amy said, after Michael introduced her and Emma. “Everyone’s nervous their first time. And you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she added. She placed a gentle hand on her host’s shoulder, letting her fingertips slide down Emma’s arm. “You can just watch if you like. Though I do hope you’ll reconsider...”
Emma bit her lip. Amy was tall, almost as tall as Noah, with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes. She wore a business suit with the jacket open scandalously low, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked nothing like Emma, who was red-haired and petite in her summery dress.
“Thanks, Amy,” Emma murmured. She glanced around her and caught Noah’s eye. He was standing by the window chatting with another couple, presumably Jenny and Cameron, but he stared as Emma thanked Amy with a long, slow hug. Amy kissed her softly on the cheek as she pulled away, and Emma’s arms lingered around the other woman’s slender neck.
Two hours later, everyone was gathered in the living room with a game open in front of them. Emma was on one end of the couch, snuggled up against Noah, with Miranda on his other side and Michael beside her at the opposite end. The other two couples sat on puffy floor pillows. The game had stalled considerably. Emma watched Miranda’s hand, which had found its way onto Noah’s thigh. Emma took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her husband. Miranda hesitated, so Emma placed her own hand over the hand resting on her husband’s leg and guided it to Noah’s crotch. Noah inhaled sharply.
The other couples had seemed to take the hint. Jenny and Cameron had gone from cuddling to making out, and Amy and Ethan were watching the scene play out on the couch. Emma backed off from Noah. Miranda moved to straddle him, and Noah’s hands hovered above her waist for a moment before coming to rest on her hips. Michael watched from his end of the couch as his wife kissed Noah’s neck, Noah holding her hips tight against his crotch.
Emma slunk off the couch and knelt on the floor near Amy and Ethan. They both smiled at her and Amy held out her hand, which Emma took.
“So you, uh, you work downtown?” Emma asked, acutely aware of their patient, knowing smiles. Instead of answering, Ethan placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up. She felt his lips on her neck, warm and soft. She glanced at Noah again, but his face was covered by Miranda’s curtain of auburn hair. She stared at his hands on her ass as Ethan lightly trailed his lips over her throat. His hands went to her shoulders and then down to her arms, and eventually one hand was pressing against her left breast. He had a firmer touch than Noah, and the sensation surprised her. She felt Ethan’s smirk against her neck as her breathing hitched.
“What do you say we go find a room?” he breathed. Emma twitched at the idea. She hadn’t felt this naughty since she was a teenager, sneaking into the back of her father’s car with Noah, him hard as a rock and her lips bruised with his hungry kisses.
“Is… would Amy be okay with that?” Emma asked, and Ethan chuckled, his nose tickling Emma’s collar bone.
“I think Amy’s already gone with it,” he said, and Emma looked around, blinking. It was true: Amy was no longer in the living room, and Michael was gone too. Cameron and Jenny were still there, though Cameron’s hand had disappeared up Jenny’s skirt. Emma blushed, looked away at Ethan, and blushed even deeper.
“Okay,” she said, because that was about all she could manage. Ethan locked a hand in her hair and kissed her on the lips, deep, for just the count of three or four. Emma crawled back over to the couch and placed a hand on Miranda’s back. Miranda moved aside, leaving Noah aroused and confused until he saw Emma kneeling in front of him.
“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, sounding slightly groggy. Emma could see the bulge in in pants and knelt down to kiss him through his jeans.
“Of course. I’m taking Ethan to the back. I’ll be out soon.”
Noah looked at Ethan, then back to Miranda. He pulled Emma up from between his legs and kissed her softly. “Have fun,” he whispered.
“You too,” Emma said. “I love you.”
Emma led Ethan into the back room while Noah climbed on top of Miranda. She paused just before they passed from view because the couple on the floor had gotten up and approached the couch as well. Cameron took Miranda’s arm and drew her into a standing position, where he pulled her against him and whispered in her ear. She giggled, and Miranda said something to Noah. He pointed towards the office and the two went off there together, leaving Noah and Jenny alone in the living room. Jenny settled on one end of the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. Noah cleared his throat and grinned sheepishly at her.
“Amy really likes blondes,” Ethan confided with the quirk of a smile. “I’m sure she’ll be back to Noah in a bit. I’d be jealous if I weren’t such a fan of redheads myself.”
Emma blushed, not used to being complimented by men who weren’t her husband. So much of her life had been consumed playing by all the rules. It had never occurred to her to check with Noah to see if the rules even applied.
“I used to date a guy with blue eyes,” she said. “I kind of miss them.”
She took him by the hand and led him to the guest room her mother and father had slept in a few weekends ago. All of the sheets had been changed and the floor was vacuumed, blinds dusted, and windows cleaned with all-natural cleaner. The rest of the house was just as immaculate. Emma may not have known exactly how to throw a swinger party, but she did know how to clean (and knew what kind of incentive would convince Noah to help her).
“Gee,” Ethan said, looking at the perfectly tucked sheets, “I’m afraid to touch anything.”
Emma bounced onto the bed, the comforter crinkling around her. “No worries. I’m just a bit anal.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Emma cleared her throat and smoothed the blankets around her.
“This is your first time swinging, huh?” Ethan asked. Emma nodded. “Pretty ballsy of you to throw your own party. Normally you’d watch for a bit first, get a feel for the community.”
“Noah likes to dive into things head first,” she explained, “And it can be really fun going along for the ride.”
“You’re having fun, then?”
“It’s… yes, but it’s a little…”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not always like this. There was a lot going on in your living room, actually.” Ethan paused and looked away, then cleared his throat. “Normally that kind of thing happens in private.”
Emma blushed again, “Oh, did we do it wrong? I—”
“No, no,” he said, waving away her concern, “There’s no
wrong.
It was just a bit different. Kind of nice, the change.” His voice had grown husky. “It’s not normally so voyeuristic.”
Emma curled her toes and tapped her fingernails against the bedpost. “I get the feeling you’re a bit of a perv,” she teased, poking his nose with one dainty finger. He smiled. “I think you liked watching your girlfriend go off with Michael.”
“What makes you think that?” he asked. Emma playfully ground against him, his erection pressing into her stomach.
“Gee,” she said, “I wonder.”
They’d closed the door and the room was silent except for their breathing and the rustling of fabric. Emma let her hands fall to the hem of Ethan’s shirt.
“I know I’m not as ripped as you’re used to,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment with a cough. He was looking up at the ceiling, his hands on Emma’s waist.
“Don’t tell Noah,” Emma said, “but I’ve got a soft spot for scrawny boys.” Ethan’s hands slid from her waist down to her ass, cupping her cheeks firmly in his palms while his fingers rested dangerously close to her pussy. Rather than wait for him to escalate things slowly, as Amy had warned her was his style, she took one of his hands and guided it to the front of her jeans. He slid his hand under her clothes and began to gently rub in wide circles. Emma squirmed against him and her hands went to his belt, tearing it open. She caught his collarbone between her teeth and bit down while she worked at the button on his jeans. The harder she bit the more pressure he put on her, until she felt one of his fingers glide between her lips.
“Jesus,” he breathed, tightening his grip on her ass with his other hand. “You’re really fucking wet.”
“Want to taste?”
She felt the visceral twitch rack through his body. “Yes,” he said, rubbing his fingers along the inside of her pussy lips. He let the tip of a finger rest on the head of her clit for a moment, until she ground against his hand. She kissed him hard and he slid a finger inside her. Her mouth opened wide in a pant and he walked forward, forcing her backwards. The back of her knees touched the bed and she let herself fall onto it. She grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head. Ethan immediately cupped her breast in his hand and began to kiss down her collarbone. He slid another finger inside her and descended on her nipples with a groan. Emma arched against him as his fingers rubbed the front wall of her pussy and his tongue circled her nipples, taut and sensitive.