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Eve’s fingers tousled his hair.
“You know,” Brian finally said. “We’re not bohemians. We do have a bed.”
Both Robyn and Eve thought that was a great idea, and for a while they let Brian do all the work. The margaritas were all melted by then, but no one seemed to mind drinking straight from the bottle.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRADING SPOUSES—
SOFT SWAPPING
Let yourself be open and life will be easier.
—BUDDHA
Some couples are happily contained in a neat little one-on-one unit. Others like to play with multiple partners, but as fantasy only. Still others break the rules wide, well, open. Within the genre of open relationships, there are multiple types. Are you interested in an orgy, a free-for-all fucking event? Or an even swap—two partners gently shaken, possibly stirred? For hands-on information, Tristan Taormino penned the guide Opening Up. For erotic thoughts on the matter, I like to turn to my bookshelf.
“Counterpane,” a short story I penned a while back, features two couples—one hetero and one gay. This story explores voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal and a twist:
“Roll over.”
That was something Ry said to her, in just the same way:
“Roll over. Show me that sweet fucking ass of yours.”
Now, she watched as the top started to rim his lover. Fucking god. More than talking to Ry about who’d abused this hotel room before, she liked seeing what the two boys would do.
Her heart pounded at the way the brunet roughly pulled apart the blond’s cheeks and licked in a tight circle around that tiny pink bud. She clenched her own thighs together. Ry had never done that to her. Nobody had. But she desperately wanted to own that experience, a tongue against her there. Wetness. Warmth. She thought that the sensation alone might make her come. Would it feel like Ry was suckling her clit? Would it make her feel like a boy?
My novel-in-progress The Trade focuses solely on a fair swap. I’ll take your wife, you take mine:
“He’ll fuck you, Jordy,” Killian whispered. “In front of everyone. And they’ll all know what I know. They’ll all know what a dirty little slut you really are.”
My cheeks burned, but I wondered if—in spite of his cocky words—he truly could handle the reality of this scene. What would it do to Killian to see another man taking control of me? Breaking through a crowd of people and putting one hand on my shoulder. Forcing me down to my knees. Making me behave.
Christ, it was all Killian’s fault. That was the truth. He was the one who had initiated this fantasy. He was the one who made the scene so real in my mind that I could feel a stranger’s palm stroking my skin, look up and stare into another man’s eyes.
“Oh, they’ll all see you,” Killian assured me.
I shook my head. I bit my lip. And then I whispered, “Yes.”
“Four on the Floor” is a sexy swap in the same room:
The TV stayed on the whole time we were there. Muted, but on. We had crazy sex right on the caramel-colored shag rug in front of it, while heavy metal bands played for us in silence. It was like doing it onstage with Guns & Roses. Surreal, but not a turn-off.
I remember a lot of wetness—her mouth, his mouth, her pussy. I remember Sam leaning against the wood-paneled wall at one point in the evening and watching, just watching the three of us entwined, the TV-glow flickering over us, my slim body stretched out between our new lovers. I felt beloved as their fingers stroked me, as they took turns tasting me, splitting my legs as wide as possible and getting in between. I held my arms over my head and Sam bent down and gripped my wrists tight while Pamela licked at me like a pussycat at a saucer of milk.
Scenes flowed through the night, lubricated by our red-wine daze, and we moved easily from one position to another. Pamela bent on her knees at Sam’s feet and brought her mouth to his cock. I worked Andy, bobbing up and down, and after he came for the first time, I moved over to Pamela’s side, so we could take turns drinking from Sam. I was reeling with the wonder of it. The illusion that anything was possible. Any position, any desire.
“You like that?” Andy asked when I returned to his side, pointing to Pamela as she sucked off my husband. “You like watching?”
I nodded.
“What else do you like?”
“I like that you spanked her,” I confessed in a soft voice.
“Ah,” he smiled. “So you’re a bad girl, too.”
