Page 57 of Never Say Never


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The air was rich with the scents of perfume, the sounds of strained laughter and the tension of simmering sexual excitement. Becky silently savored the pleasure of being in the company of broadminded adults who shared her desire to explore new and unconventional ways of achieving satisfaction. The prospect of what might happen as the evening developed made gooseflesh prickle her arms.

Syzygy, Becky remembered suddenly. A Jungian term meaning a union of two opposites. How the hell am I supposed to say that without it sounding like a safeword? She could imagine herself screaming the word in terror as she bolted from Dan and Jan’s home. The idea was so comical she almost blurted laughter.

“You two were interested in a soft swap, weren’t you?”

Becky nodded as she sipped her vodka.

She had scoured through several online glossaries to understand all the terminology in the sexually adventurous world of swapping and sharing but it was like learning a different language. There were so many new phrases and euphemisms it seemed impossible to keep abreast of them all. No one had sex on these sites—couples simply played. According to her favorite site a soft swap was a situation where two couples played in the same room, but they only played with their original partners. Excitement came from the exhibitionist pleasure of performing for a small audience, and the voyeuristic excitement of seeing another couple playing in such close proximity.

“Soft swap,” Becky repeated. “That’s right.”

The words tasted dangerous.

Considering the glint she could see in Jan’s eyes, she knew that the other woman understood exactly what she was hoping to get from the evening. The idea that they were both in tune with the other’s needs was sufficiently exciting to make her stomach knot with fresh arousal.

“I think a soft swap is the right way for any couple to test the waters of the lifestyle,” Jan confided. She glanced back to Dan. Her smile showed a solidarity of spirit. “It’s how we started. It’s a favorite that we keep going back to when we want to get to know another couple.”

Her fingers returned to Becky’s leg. This time she squeezed higher up the thigh. Becky was aware of her sex growing moist and warm. Her breasts suddenly ached with longing and she realized her nipples were painfully hard and pushing against the tight fabric of her blouse.

“Rest assured,” Jan promised, “if we think you guys are going too fast for us, we’ll say something. I trust you’ll do the same for us?”

Becky nodded.

Dan had a remote in his hand. He pointed it toward the TV set and said, “Are we okay to have a little something playing in the background?”

As no one objected, he pressed the PLAY button and the TV came to life.

Becky was not surprised that the film was a porno. She would have been disturbed if the couple had decided to develop the mood by playing a musical or an action thriller. Under the circumstances a porno seemed like the most appropriate choice of film genre.

But it did come as a surprise to her that the film starred Jan.

The opening screen showed Jan’s face in the throes of ecstasy. The wobbling camera angle moved back to show that her shoulders were bare. Then it showed her boobs. They were round and inviting and looked as though they had been sculpted beneath the knife of a perfectionist surgeon.

Becky squirmed with a small spike of jealousy.

As the camera panned back, it revealed that Jan was completely naked. Her stomach was flat. Her muscles were small but beautifully defined. Her pussy was completely free from hair. Between her legs she held a buzzing dildo and pressed it deep into the center of her sex.

Becky stifled a gasp.

She had seen pornos before. But she had never looked at erotic images of someone else while sitting next to her on a settee. The idea was enough to make her sex feel oily with anticipation.

Rob crossed his legs.

Jan laughed. It wasn’t an unkind sound. She reached across Becky and placed a hand on Rob’s thigh. Becky could smell the lightly floral fragrance of the woman’s perfume. She drank the scent greedily. It was like inhaling raw sex appeal.

“There’s no need to hide the fact that you’ve been turned on,” Jan assured Rob. “In truth, I’m flattered. Dan is probably excited by the fact that you’re excited. And I suspect that Becky isn’t repulsed by your arousal.”

Slowly, with an apologetic grin, Rob lowered the protective leg.

Becky wondered how she should respond to the situation. A woman she had known for only a few minutes was encouraging Rob to be aroused at a film of her wanking. She reflected on the situation for a moment and then realized this was just as thrilling as she had hoped it would be when she and Rob arranged to meet the other couple. She reached to touch Rob’s leg, eager to reassure him that she was sharing his excitement. Her hand touched high and, once she had given his thigh a reassuring squeeze, she allowed her fingers to slip a little higher and brush the thrust of his excitement.

As she had guessed, he was already hard.

His erection twitched beneath her touch.

Rob sighed.

Becky cast a nervous glance toward Jan and Dan. She was worried that the noise might be too loud. She was worried that stroking her boyfriend’s bulge might have overstepped the boundaries of polite activity in the home of their new friends. Even though she knew she and Rob were only visiting Dan and Jan with the intention of participating in a soft swap, it still seemed prudent to make sure she hadn’t gone too far in exploiting their hospitality.

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