Will Emma swing, just like her parents did?
The second instalment of Emma and Jake’s swinging series
“Mmm, ah, yesss, AH, OH GOD YES!” Emma shuddered into yet another climax, the fingers of her right hands clamped onto her pussy, the hard bud of her clit still throbbing and her thighs shivering with pleasure. Her left hand had hold of her mother’s diary, she felt as though she was experiencing what her mother had and what she’d written about so honestly in a series of diaries that covered her parents’ history of adventures as members of “The Club”.
Her husband Jake was away on business, and whilst the phone sex they had each evening was good, she found that reading her mother’s accounts of the pleasure she, and her father, had experienced at their regular meetings with the Club was even more of a turn on. She had discovered that if she got herself into the right frame of mind she could even imagine she was there and experiencing the same pleasures as her mother was. She’d even managed, on one occasion, to orgasm at the same time her mother’s words said she was! Emma felt the diary was helping her to feel much closer to her mother, that side of her mother that she’d never imagine existed.
Since discovering the diaries she, and her husband Jake had experienced a whirlwind of emotions and with the thought of what the coming weekend’s meetup with Peter and Alice might lead to, they’d spent the previous weekend in bed. Well in and out of bed. They needed to eat, after all, they needed to do that as well as spend lots of time talking. Talking about the idea of the Club, how they were going to handle this potential massive change to their relationship — sex with another person or persons!
Jake thought that Emma was leading the discussion, she had this burning desire to learn more about her parents lives, after all they’d hidden this amazing side from her, and she needed to understand why. He had, after some serious soul searching, agreed to support Emma by joining in. Sure, the idea of public sex excited him, he remembered the one occasion when he and Emma had been on a beach walk and had spotted a couple on the next inlet having sex. It had got them both hot and he’d pushed her up against a rock and they did it there, both of them watching the couple not 50 yards away, lost in their own passions. But he had to be honest, this would be, public sex, with someone new and it also scared him. Could he separate the experience from their own day to day relationship? Would Emma find something that he couldn’t give her? There were risks, definitely, but the risk of not supporting Emma and seeing that damage their relationship was, he came to realise, even greater.
Jake was still feeling slightly apprehensive when he arrived back from the conference. He still found it a bit weird walking into the suburban house that Emma’s parents had owned, but he was getting used to it. He enjoyed the extra space they now had and the conservatory/summer room was a fantastic place to chill out in, even if he also knew it was one the Club’s social rooms.
Emma was delighted to see him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. “Welcome home darling”, she gushed, “I’ve missed you.” She ground her hips against his body. “A lot. All of you!” Jake dropped his bags and lifted her up, she swung her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back and locking eyes with him, grinning from ear to ear. “I bet you’re ready for a bath, aren’t you?”
One of the best things about the house was the bathroom, it was clearly quite new and no expense had been seemed to have been spared on creating a marvellous, relaxing and luxurious environment. The tiled walls were pure brilliant white, with a few beautiful abstract design tiles dotted around, floor lights and rich green ferns gave an impression of a high class spa. But the highlight was a large freestanding bath, complete with all the necessary spa settings.
Jake smiled back at her, “damn right”, he said and without another word he carried her up the stairs. She clung to him, enjoying this display of strength from him. He was her man and she was his woman, she figured that was this was saying. She liked that about him, his masculinity, and she had been worried that all this talk about the Club had dented his self-confidence but here he was being a dominant male. She jumped down from his grip when he reached the landing. “Go and get yourself sorted” she said breezily, “I’ll get the bath ready for you.” She might have said for him but the message was clear, it was for both of them.
As the bath quickly filled up she added a few drops of her favourite essential oil and a good measure of foam crystals. The idea of being embraced by sleek, slippery foam was, she knew, a turn on for Jake. She heard him enter the bathroom and turned to face him. He was naked. “Get in” she said, “it’s ready for you, and so will I be soon.” She stepped aside to let him pass her, brushing her hand across his rapidly hardening cock. He climbed in and settled into the hot bubbles. His arms were hanging over the sides of the bath, supporting him, stopping him from sliding deeper. He watched Emma closely, hungrily, as she bent over to select the music, Marvin Gaye. No surprise there then! As the music began to swell Emma turned back to face him, her hips swinging in time, she ran her hands down her body, then back up between her legs. Jake loved it when she danced for him, but this wasn’t just a dance. Slowly, crossing her hands to grab the bottom of her top she pulled it up and over her head in a single movement — she wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts spilled into view. Jake could see that her nipples were already hard, he wanted to suck and nibble them — badly. But Emma made him wait.
She let her hands roam over her breasts, tweaking the nipples and pulling them up towards her tongue. She looked at Jake and it was clear that he was aroused. His arms were no longer over the side of the bath, they were now in his lap, massaging his cock. He raised up his hips so she could see the tip of it emerging from the bubbles. She bit her lip. Then let her hands slide down her sides, her thumbs locked inside the waistband of her leggings and she bent forward and pushed her leggings to the floor. Her breasts tempting Jake but as he reached an arm out to grab her she moved just out his range and wagged a finger at him. She stepped out of her leggings and now stood there dressed in the smallest thong Jake had even seen. It didn’t even cover her neatly trimmed bush. “Wow!” He said, “I haven’t seen that one before.” Emma just smiled at him, still swaying in time to the music she raised her hands up to grasp her hair and sway back and forth, her head rolling from side to side.
“I want you” Jake’s voice was getting hoarse, a clear sign that he was very, very turned on. Emma sashayed over to the bath and turned to face away from Jake. Immediately his hands went to her hips and he pulled her over the edge and into the bath with him. Emma was laughing, her bottom grinding against Jake. She knew her pussy was already wet and ready for him. The oily bubbles provided an added lubricant and she felt his cock pressing against her pussy lips. Then his hand was there, pulling the thong to one side and forcing his cock inside her. She moved slowly, taking care not to allow too much water to get inside her pussy. It would have been difficult anyway as Jake’s cock was filling her up, stretching her and sending the most fantastic sensations deep inside her.
Emma was pretty sure she could have lasted for quite a while as she’d been pleasuring herself all week, but Jake, well apart the telephone sex one evening hadn’t, so it wasn’t long before she felt his cock get even harder and thicker. He started to breathe deeper and faster, his hands gripped her hips tightly and suddenly she felt him jolt forward and a stream of cum burst into her, then another, each accompanied by his twitching hips and a low groan of intense pleasure. Thankfully he didn’t go soft immediately and, realising that Emma was yet to come, resumed his thrusts. Emma felt her climax approaching and begged him to go faster, water was slopping over the sides of the bath but they didn’t care, all Emma wanted was that blinding flash of her orgasm and bang, there it was, she went limp as the sensation rushed around her body. “Oh Jake”, she whispered, “you are good, so very good, I love you so much.” Jake’s arms hugged her close to him and they lay there until the water started to get too cold.
They let the water out of the bath, dried themselves and put on big fluffy dressing gowns, “A proper spa evening” said Emma as they went downstairs to think about what to have for dinner. Whilst they prepared food they talked about Jake’s conference, the weather, both avoiding the elephant in the room- the fact that they were due to meet up with Peter and Alice on Saturday lunchtime to start the process of joining the Club. Eventually it was Jake who broached the subject.
“Are you still ok for tomorrow, Em?” He asked tentatively. “They said we can pull out anytime we want to, there’s absolutely no pressure on us.”
“I’m good”, Emma replied, “the more I read my mother’s diary the more I want to find out about the Club, to experience what it was she and my dad, experienced. I mean why did they stay members for so long?”
“I know it’s quite a mystery why, what appears at first glance to be, such a disparate group of people could form such a strong and lasting bond. Some of them have been members for more than 15 years! Your parents were one of the earliest to join and they still seem to having fun!”
Emma nodded, “Let’s take things one step at a time. Let’s go meet Peter and Alice, and just talk — no expectations, no firm objectives — let’s just see what happens.” She looked up at Jake, studying his face to see if there was any hesitation there, to see if he was telling the truth about wanting to join the Club. She could see he was committed to this first step, but she couldn’t tell how far he would take things. She’d only find that out as things progressed. The only thing she was certain about was her need to experience the things her parents had, and she hoped that Jake would allow that to happen. “OK” she said finally, “enough of the Club, let’s eat.”
They ate heartily, and drank a couple of bottles of wine and so by bedtime were happily woozy, fell into each other’s arms and in next to no time were sound asleep.
Jake was the first to wake up. He rolled over and checked the time, 9.45 already. Wow that was a good sleep, they’d better get cracking! They were due to meet Peter and Alice at 1pm at a funky deli/coffee bar just off the High Street. He got out of bed and padded downstairs to make some breakfast. When he returned, armed with coffee and toast, Emma was awake and was checking her phone. “Any news” Jake inquired casually, “No, nothing new.” Emma replied, “It’s still on.” She took the toast from him and bent her face up to receive a kiss. Jake obliged, happily.
Jake climbed back into bed and they enjoyed their breakfast whilst trawling through their chosen social media and news sites. Occasionally one of them would point something out to the other, they had often already spotted it — they did have very similar interests, affiliations and political views.
As was their normal practice when going out anywhere Jake went through the shower quickly to ensure Emma had as much time as she wanted to get ready. It was just the way that worked for them. Jake had a limited range of clothes and found it easy to select something to wear, so he did that and got out of the way. A recent pair of jeans, and lightweight fawn cashmere jumper, loafers, and given the weather a lightweight leather jacket (no rain was forecast). He disappeared downstairs.
Emma was, as ever, overthinking things. Was she supposed to be dressing to make herself the most sexually attractive to them or was she dressing casually? She wanted both but couldn’t seem to make up her mind. Having gone through her wardrobes twice she finally chose a pair of tight-fitting moleskin trousers to show off her legs yet offer maximum comfort, after all they would be sitting down for quite some time she presumed. To compliment these she selected one of her favourite furry tops, the grey one with a deep “v” neck, enough to give a good glimpse of her cleavage whilst baggy enough not to ride up. She decided on a pair of low-heeled black suede boots to complete the outfit. “Perfect.” She said to her reflection and went downstairs to find Jake.
“Mmm.” Said Jake as she walked into the kitchen. “You look good enough to eat!” Emma bowed theatrically in response. “What’s that you’re reading?” She pointed to the book that Jake had open on the table in front of him. “It’s one of your mum’s diaries. I thought I’d get into the mood, so to speak.” He smiled at her, and thankfully she smiled back, he didn’t want to freak her out this morning, not now, definitely, whatever thoughts might be going round his head, he had to remain calm, interested, maybe even excited.
They only lived 10 minutes walk to the High Street so didn’t have to worry about driving and parking, especially as the forecast was good. So, deciding not to arrive fashionably late, they set off in plenty of time. Arm in arm they strolled through the side streets, they walked silently, keeping their thoughts to themselves right now. It was 5 to 1 when Jake pushed open the door and they walked inside. The place was fairly empty, there was a lot competition along the main street, so this wasn’t a surprise. They chose a table towards the back of the café, clearly visible to the door, sat facing the door, and waited nervously.
On the dot of 1 another couple entered the café. The man was about average height, average build, dark brown hair, looked around and then spotting Jake and Emma, walked confidently to their table. He extended a hand. “You must be Jake and Emma, I’m Peter and this,” gesturing to a slim blonde woman beside him, he said warmly, ”is my partner Alice. It’s so good to meet you.” Alice stepped forward and exchanged pecks on the cheek with both Jake and Emma, Peter shook hands with Emma and then they sat down.
“Have you ordered yet?” asked Peter, “No? Well, let me recommend the pizzas, they’re fantastic finger food and not too filling, we’re heading out for dinner this evening so shouldn’t eat too much!” “God yes” chipped in Alice, “The last thing I want is to feel bloated before the main course!” Emma looked at Jake, he shrugged his shoulders. “Pizza sounds great” said Emma. Peter ordered a couple of pizzas and a bottle of Primitivo to go with it. “Right”, he said after the waitress had taken their order, “I’m sure you must have a whole load of questions. Or do you want us to start things off and then you can ask whatever you want?”
Jake looked at Emma, “I think it might be better if you started.” He looked at Emma beside him and she nodded vigorously. “OK, then”, Peter leant forward inviting Jake and Emma to do the same and he began.
“You have we know got the diaries, so you’ve read about what can happen at the Club, I believe you were also told the basic rules at the wake, but I expect you’ve forgotten them, don’t worry there’s one paramount rule and that’s everything must be consentual, fully consentual. Membership must be agreeable to both partners, what goes on at Club events must be acceptable to both of you. If one of you says “no”, it doesn’t happen — whatever that might be, it doesn’t happen. Any abuse of this rule and you’re out, simple as that. “
“The other big rule is that everything is public. No sloping off to private rooms, if you want to do that there are plenty of swinging groups out there. This is about fully consenting adults, not private games and people competing with each other, your relationship must be able to handle what goes on at our events. You need to be confident of each other’s love and secure in that. What happens at our events is about having fun, no strings attached, no commitment, this isn’t about finding new sexual partners, it’s about enhancing your own relationship.”
“I think we both get that”, Emma gripped Jake’s hand, his return squeeze said more than words could. ”Tell us, how did you get involved with the club?”
“Just a minute”, Peter said, “I just need a quick comfort break.” He got up and sauntered off to the find the loos. “Hey”, Alice smiled, “Let’s change places before he gets back, just for a laugh. Jake you come and sit opposite me and Emma come and sit beside me, I’ll bet the boys end up talking about sport anyway!”
“Oh, ha ha”, it was Peter, “I might have guessed you’d pull that stunt Alice.” Looking at Jake he said “Did you throw in the line about boys talking sport? I’ll bet she did.”
“OK, ok enough of that, let’s get back to subject of us joining the Club”, Alice said, “That seems like ages ago, but was probably only a couple of years. Peter works with Stan, you met him at the wake, they’d been on a few boys nights out together and the conversation turned a bit fruity, and Stan mentioned the Club. We talked about it, a lot! It seemed scary and exciting in equal measures.“ “Yes it did”, piped up Peter, “we’d been together since childhood and we hadn’t ever been with another person so it was doubly scary. I kinda felt it might be something we should try once, Alice wasn’t so keen, but eventually I talked her round. Now I think she gets as much out of it as I do. It certainly hasn’t damaged our relationship and privately we still have a great sex life.” He looked across the table to Alice who nodded enthusiastically. “True”, she said. “I’m having a fantastic time, sure it was weird the first time, seeing Peter having sex with another woman but at the same time he could see that I was more than happy with what Art was doing to me.” She laughed, and Peter nodded in agreement. “Yup, can’t deny it was a bit strange, but afterwards we had a long talk about it and accepted it had been good fun and yes, we wanted to do it again. Then we went to bed and had great sex!” He laughed, loudly enough for the table nearest to look across at him. He put his hand to his mouth. “Sorry”, he said, “I get a bit too enthusiastic sometimes.” “Ignore him.” Alice ordered, her hand patted Emma’s thigh, resting just a little bit longer than Emma would have expected before it was withdrawn.
“So, how does it work in practice”, asked Jake.”
“Well, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves”, Alice interjected. “First off you have to be invited to join, and that’s what we’ve started here. We’ll report back and then the group chat will be buzzing until we all agree “yay” or “nay”. If it’s a “yay” then we’ll meet up again, this time for dinner. We’ll be your entrance to the Club. If, after our dinner, you still want to join then there’s a final vote and decision. If you get the final invite it’ll be to a group event, probably not the full group but around 3–5 couples.”
Just then their pizzas arrived and the conversation shifted to more general topics. Even so, both Jake and Emma were drinking quickly, each could feel the other’s excitement. Jake called for a second bottle.
“So, to be clear”, Jake finally asked nervously, “this dinner you’ll invite us to, assuming things go well, will we be, I’m not sure this is the right word, but “swinging then?” Both Alice and Peter laughed. “Yes!” they said simultaneously. “Both only if you want to added Alice.” Jake looked across at Emma, she nodded. Then Jake felt a foot briefly sliding up his leg, past his knee, but it was gone in an instant. Alice just smiled at him and picked up another piece of pizza, using both her hands to bring it up to her mouth, and she took a small bite, her eyes locked on Jake.
By the time the meal had ended both Jake and Emma were feeling a bit tipsy, Peter and Alice had only drunk sparingly. After they’d split the bill they got up to leave.
“OK”, said Jake, “I think we’d both like you to report back positively please! I mean”, he quickly added, “If you think that we’d fit in.” He scanned their faces, they smiled back at him. “I think you could fit in very nicely”, said Alice, her gaze drifted slowly from Jake to Emma, and then down to Emma’s cleavage, “Both of you.” She said huskily. Peter nodded his agreement.
By now both Jake and Emma were feeling a bit tipsy, whereas Peter and Alice had only drunk sparingly. Their kisses, although still only on the cheek, were firmer, and the hugs were closer and lasted longer, Emma felt Peter’s hand slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her hips. Jake and Emma said goodbye at the door and headed back to their place, chatting nervously and excitedly.
“Well, that was interesting, did you see Alice clocking your boobs?” said Jake. “Yes, I did” Emma pushing her chest forward and wiggling it at Jake, I think I might have a fan there, she was definitely a bit touchy-feely!” “Another one!” Jake added, “Don’t forget me!” He laughed. “I’m pretty sure she was playing footsie with me at one point.” He added. “Yeah and Peter definitely had a case of roaming hands as we hugged.” Emma blushed slightly at the memory. “Very interesting, indeed.” she purred.
No sooner had they got through the front door and taken their coats off than Emma jumped on Jake. “God, I feel so damn hot.” She said pulling her top off to reveal a lace bra that covered very little. “I need you to fuck me, right now!” “I know the feeling”, Jake responded by picking Emma up and carrying her into the lounge, the closest room with soft furnishing. He almost threw her onto the settee and began to rip off his clothes, Emma did the same. Soon they were naked. Jake knelt on the floor in front of Emma and kissed her, first gently, then more roughly, his hand around the back of her head and holding her lips locked together with his own. Emma responded by reaching for his chest, feeling the firm muscles and tweaking his nipples making him flinch.
He pushed her backwards and pulled her legs apart. His mouth went straight to her pussy, his tongue began to slide along her slit, from her clit, all the way back. Emma began to moan, her hands were locked around his head. “Make me come”, she gasped. Jake pushed his tongue between her pussy lips, exposing the soft, moist, pink inside. He pushed his tongue, as deep inside her as he could. Her moans grew louder, her legs began to tremble. Finally, he gave into her demands, and began to lick her clit, slowly, in small circles concentrating on the hardening bud. Emma’s hips began to buck, she threw her head back and her mouth opened wide, gasping for breath. Jake used his right hand to push 2 fingers into her and pressing them onto the back walls of her pussy. “Oh, my god, OH MY GOD!” Emma’s climax shook her to the core, she was shivering — but she wasn’t cold — it was pure ecstacy. As her breathing slowed, she clasped Jake to her. “Jesus, you’re the best, ever.”
Her hands went to Jake cock, she tugged on it, making Jake wince. “Get on the sofa.” she ordered. Jake did what he was told, he had a fairly good idea of what was going to happen now — his turn to receive pleasure. Emma changed places with Jake so she was kneeling between his muscular thighs. She wiggled as close to him as she could get. Her lips traced lines across his smooth tummy, nibbling on the thin line of dark hair that ran from his navel to his groin. Jake’s body kept tensing, readying itself for what was to come. Emma’s hands began to massage his balls, they felt hard, full and ripe to burst. She licked them and let her tongue run up the length of his pulsating shaft, flicking it across the hole in the head where she knew he would shortly ejaculate his lovely cum juices. His breath was getting quicker, his hands now on the back of her head, pulling her towards him. She opened her mouth wide and slowly engulfed the head of his cock. Jake’s body began to arch, trying to push his cock further into her warm, welcoming mouth.
Sensing that his orgasm was already building Emma lowered her head slowly, her mouth slipping over the head and taking most of his shaft into her mouth. She could feel it throbbing, feel the heat from it. It made her feel good that she could make him feel like this. She lifted her head so only the very tip of his cock was left in her mouth and then sucking as hard as she could she slid down it again. Jake’s breathing changed yet again, a sure sign he was about to come. He threw his arms wide, no longer pulling on the back of her head, letting her control him, relaxing into it and enjoying his building orgasm. He began to grunt, growing louder, and more urgent until finally Emma felt the first burst of hot juices surge from his cock. His orgasm seemed to last for ages, her mouth felt full of his cum, it leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down the shaft of his still erect cock, into his pubes, even reaching his balls.
“Oh, man. Thank you, Em.” Jake felt totally exhausted. “That was fucking amazing!”
Emma laughed, “Interesting to see what a simple lunch has done for us”, she looked intently at Jake, “Imagine what it might be like after”. She didn’t need to say after what, Jake knew what she meant. “Blimey”, he said, “that really would be something!”
“Well”, he said, “hopefully we’ll hear back from them soon, the waiting’s going to be horrible!”
Thankfully they didn’t have to wait too long. In fact they got a call the following day, from Alice. “What’s your diary looking like?” Her voice sounding warm and inviting down the line. “Pretty clear”, Jake responded, “What works for you guys?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” There was a pause and Jake could hear a conversation going on in the background but he couldn’t hear the details. “Well, what are you guys doing this coming Friday evening?”
“Actually we’re free.” Jake already knew that they had nothing in the diary for the next 3 weekends. “Perfect.” Alice purred. “We’ll see you at 7. Have you got a pen? Yes? Right then here you go.”
In chapter 3 Jake and Emma’s expectations are more than met.