A chance encounter with his former fiancée’s sister leads to a swinging good time.

Ten years ago, for five minutes, I was engaged to be married. Until now, that’s the closest I’ve gotten to wedded bliss.

Okay, “five minutes” is an exaggeration, but not a big one. I had just finished grad school in Texas, where I’d been dating Penny, this sweet, sexy, smart young linguistics student. (Our joke was that, she should go teach at the City University of New York, so she could present herself officially as a “CUNY-linguist.”) We’d dated for a couple of years. I’d met her family; she’d met mine. She had two more years to work on her doctoral degree. I’d finished my own and had been applying for teaching jobs around the country.

We’d decided we wanted to stay together, even if we had to live apart for a while because of our professional lives. I think we both imagined that if we married, it would help prevent us from drifting apart. But, really, we were already floating off in separate directions.

We got as far as picking a date. August 18. Then I was offered a job teaching history at a college on the West Coast. I don’t know that you could say whether I broke it off with Penny or vice versa. But it was definitely broken. We’d both somehow realized that, although we were good for each other, we just weren’t right to be married to each other. That August 18, instead of reciting vows, I was on the road, en route to my new life — Penny-less. Meanwhile, she was in London, where she was about to meet the man she would marry three months later. Nope, he wasn’t a Brit. He was an American rock guitarist, part of a band that eventually had a small amount of success. It tore me apart when I heard she’d married, but the sorrow didn’t last as long as I’d guessed it would. I loved my job. I still do.

But I definitely missed the sex with her. Penny had been the best thing that had ever happened to me in the bedroom. She was dark-haired and lithe. She had impeccable breasts, a little on the small side but absolutely beautiful. As for her ass, it was killer: smooth, firm and round. I ached for her flesh like a sailor pines for the sea. I didn’t meet many date-able women during those first months of singlehood. I was too busy with work. I masturbated a lot. (I mean, a lot.) And I also had some stunning young women in my classes who got my juices churning. But I was careful to keep a distance from undergrads, no matter how pretty. How humiliating it would be at 34 to wind up crushing on an 18-year-old.

About six years ago, I met Goldie. A friend of one of my teaching colleagues, she was (and is) something else. She has a law degree and works for the county government. She’s sexy, sassy and funny. God, so funny! I would have fallen for her for her jokes alone. Goldie isn’t her real name, but as a kid, she reminded her grandmother of Goldie Hawn, what with her loopy smile and blonde, pixie haircut. She didn’t grow up to look much like Ms. Hawn, but the nickname stuck. My Goldie is much more full-bodied than the funny lady, with hefty breasts dusted with freckles to match the ones on her arms and shoulders. And as for her legs and buttocks, there’s definitely some “there” there.

We lived in separate residences for the first few years of our relationship. Like me, she had just come out of a fairly heavy relationship. What we found together was much lighter, more easygoing. A friend of hers once asked her, “Are you and Ernie serious?”

“Of course,” she replied, “we’re just not as serious as a heart attack.”

When we finally moved in together, it was more for the sake of convenience than anything else. We chose not to declare ourselves “exclusive.” We had what we called an “understanding.”

I knew that Goldie had a “friend with benefits” in her hometown of Tacoma. When she would visit her family, she was definitely getting some major peen, as the kids would put it. The guy’s name was Bart. She never offered details, but I figured he was some kind of stallion. I saw a Facebook selfie of him once, and he appeared aristocratic and haughty. In fact, “Bart” looked just like somebody named Bart should look.

Was I jealous? Maybe a little. But it didn’t eat me up. And it didn’t last long.

After meeting Goldie, I felt no great desire to have nookie time with anyone else locally. On the other hand, when I went on a mini-sabbatical to Berlin to work on a journal article, I had a one-night stand with this older woman I met in a dank bar. I was pretty drunk that night. The only thing I truly remember is that I wore a bright lime-green condom.

Not long after that, Bart — of all things — came out of the closet. Goldie told me she wasn’t that surprised. “I’d thought for a long time he’d been ‘borrowing’ my favorite dildo,” she said. “Now I’m sure of it.”

Any residual jealousy I had about Goldie’s “stallion” swiftly evaporated.

Then about a year ago, I was walking from the college parking lot up to my office on campus when somebody behind me touched my shoulder.

“Ernie? Is it you?” a woman’s voice asked.

I turned around, and there was Zinnia — Penny’s younger sister.

I’d gotten to know Zinnia quite well in my Penny days. She was so close in appearance to her sister that people asked whether they were twins. Actually, Zinnia was slightly taller than Penny. And she was a bit more athletically built. Her face was fuller, and she had a somewhat brighter smile. I’d been in love with Penny, but I’d had to admit that Zinnia was the hotter of the two, on a strictly physical level. When I was around both of them together, it was almost too much sexiness to bear.

Still marvelling at our unexpected reunion, Zinnia explained that her husband, Craig, had accepted a position as technical director for the theater department at the university. She, meanwhile, had found part-time work at the writing lab. We both had to run, but we made a date to have coffee later in the week. We embraced tightly, and she kissed me on the cheek before we went our separate ways.

When I told Goldie about Zinnia that night, she was intrigued. Over the years, she’d heard all about Penny and her family, but she’d never met any of them. She suggested we invite Zinnia and Craig to dinner.

“She’s your ex-lover’s pretty sister — of course I want a good look at the bitch,” she joked. “I’ll hose off the mud flaps on the welcome wagon, and we’ll have a little weenie roast in her honor.”

That night, after I slipped into bed with Goldie, I guess I must have kissed her more passionately than usual.

“Did the ‘pretty sister’ get you all hot and bothered?” she taunted.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

She dove under the covers and began sucking my dick. It was already erect, waiting for her.

As we screwed, she kept snickering, amused to no end and convinced I’d been turned on by thoughts of Zinnia. She was right, of course, but I didn’t want to admit it.

We both got very aggressive as we fucked each other. Finally, with a loud groan, I shot my cream deep inside her warm, wet snatch, my whole groin and belly tingling. I was able to do something that night I hadn’t done in a long time: I kept my spent dick inside her until it stirred again, ready to go another round, which didn’t take long.

Later, towelling down after a quick shower, I couldn’t avoid Goldie’s jibes.

“Please relay my thanks to Zinnia for stoking the fire here tonight.”

“Christ. Don’t go there, Goldie.”

“Don’t run away from it, babe,” she said. “Own your lust. Nobody’s broken any contracts here.”

I said nothing. I just kept towelling down my hair.

“I do think,” she added, “that her parents are nuts. I have never heard of any human being on earth named Zinnia. Rose? Sure. Even Daisy. A little on the hippie-dippie side, true. But Zinnia? Are you kidding? Was ‘Chrysanthemum’ taken, or what?”

A few days later I met up with Zinnia at the food commons for a late afternoon coffee. Craig was to join us after he finished his workout at the college gym. It was a warm day, and Zinnia wore a silky, purple-and-orange blouse that showed off her toned arms and elegant neck. We talked more about how she’d met and married Craig. Then I told her about Goldie.

“I’m so happy for you, Ern,” she said. “I know it was hard for everyone after you and Penny broke it off.”

“Penny didn’t seem to take it all that badly.”

She touched my wrist. “I’m sorry, Ernie. Penny really broke your heart, didn’t she?”

“Goldie rested her arms on the tabletop while I took her, doggy-style.”

I tapped my chest with my fist. “All sewn back together now.”

Craig came by a little later. He was not what I’d imagined he’d be at all. He was a medium-tall, sandy-haired, stocky fellow. Okay-looking, if a little scruffy. But he was friendly as hell. You know how there are some people you can tell you’ll want to get to know, and others you can’t quite get a handle on? I could tell right from the start that Craig and I would be simpatico.

At one point, he looked me hard in the face and said, “Damn. You and I could have been, like, brothers-in-law almost. Think about that shit!”

“I guess that’s right,” I said.

“I’m looking forward to meeting your wife.”

I hesitated for a second. “We’re not actually married. ‘Good as’ married, but not actually.”

“‘Good as’ is good,” he said with a smile.

Before I said good-bye to Zinnia and Craig that afternoon, we made a tentative plan for them to come over for dinner and meet Goldie. Craig also invited me to work out with him. I’d been meaning to exercise more regularly, but had felt strange about doing so by myself in a gym full of undergrads, including some of my own students. We made a plan to meet the next night so he could show me around the facility.

It turned out to be a good workout session, and we decided to make it a regular deal. A few nights later came the dinner party at our house. Goldie made her specialty, pot roast, and it was a very successful evening. Zinnia and Goldie seemed to hit it off just as well as Craig and I had.

One night after hitting the gym, we boys decided to grab a couple of beers at a pub off-campus. Sitting at the bar we talked about this and that. Then we had a second beer. Shortly after the third, Craig’s lips got loose.

“You know, Zin has always had the hots for you,” he blurted out.

“That’s not — come on, Craig!”

“She wanted to jump your bones right after you and Penny broke it off,” he said. “She tells me these things.”

I stammered something totally incomprehensible.

“Don’t be flustered. I love it!” he said. “It kind of turns me on, to be honest.” He poured the rest of the beer into his glass. “Another round,” he told the bartender.

By evening’s end, I’d learned a lot more about Craig and Zinnia’s marriage than I really needed to know. Bluntly put, they were swingers. They’d had a single gal pal who’d been a regular playmate until she’d found a steady boyfriend. They’d also taken single guys and couples to their bed.

“It’s damn weird knowing this,” I told him.

“Weird? I had a hunch you’d find it more tempting than weird.” He chugged the last of his final beer. “If you ever want to know more about it, say the word.” He smiled. “You’re blushing, my man.”

“I really don’t know why you told me this,” I said, feeling quite flustered.

“Oh, I think you do.”

Later that night, I told Goldie everything Craig had said about their relationship. I was shocked to learn that she wasn’t surprised.

“Zinnia dropped a few hints while we were shopping for lingerie.”

“You and Zinnia shopped for lingerie?”

“She goes for the racy stuff, I’ll say that.”

“Did you go to a department store or a sex shop?” I asked.

“Let’s call it a boutique.”

“Do you think they want to…you know?”

“Yes, Ernie. I think they want to ‘you know.’”

Five minutes later we were making love right there in the kitchen. Goldie rested her head and arms on the tabletop while I took her, doggy-style. I pushed my rod deep into her cunt, thrusting hard. She moaned softly as I pounded my way to a swift climax, releasing a torrent of cream. When I pulled out, come streamed out of her and ran down her thighs. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms tightly around her, kissing her neck tenderly. She began massaging her clitoris with one hand, bringing herself to orgasm. I held her tighter as her body began quaking. She gasped as she climaxed. Then she turned around and relaxed in my embrace — her freckled breasts pressing against my bare chest.

“Are we really going to pursue this thing?” I asked her.

She said nothing for a second or two, then wiped the sweat from my brow.

“I’d say it’s as inevitable as death, taxes and Cher’s next farewell tour,” she said.

Not much later, Zinnia, Craig, Goldie and I found ourselves sprawled on the large bed in Zinnia and Craig’s spacious bedroom. We were in various states of undress. Zinnia was lying on her back at the foot of the bed in her bra and panties, and I was hovering over her, shirtless and kissing her deeply on the mouth. Goldie and Craig were at the head of the bed. She was naked except for her lacy black panties — the very ones she’d bought on her shopping expedition with Zinnia. She nuzzled Craig’s neck and then moved her head down to lick his nipples. She massaged his boner, which had tented his boxers.

Things had moved damn fast after the night Craig told me about his and Zinnia’s swinging life. In the following days, I’d compared notes with Craig, and Goldie did the same with Zinnia. And, of course, Goldie and I talked it over ad nauseam. That we were both interested made some sense. I’d known that she’d gone to bed with a couple she knew back in law school. Similarly, I’d once had a threesome with two beautiful fellow grad students — an Asian woman and a Latina. I’d fantasized about the idea of revisiting the two-pussies-in-close-proximity thing.

So there we were. Making out with my former fiancée’s sister was unreal, but it was also a taboo-like turn-on. Her lips were fuller than I remember Penny’s being, but there was also something weirdly familiar about them. I got on my knees and peeled Zinnia’s panties down, revealing a tidy snatch, much like her sister’s but with more voluminous, petal-like lips. I nearly brought her to orgasm with my mouth, but quickly pulled away, so I could remove her bra. My lips then devoured her round, pink-nippled breasts.

I looked to see what was happening elsewhere on the bed. Goldie and Craig were now completely naked. She was lying on her belly. I watched as her mouth engulfed the flaring mushroom head of his stiff dick. I was both turned on and, well, alarmed. I’d known we would likely be doing what Craig called a “full swap” that evening. But I hadn’t imagined what it would be like to watch Goldie blow somebody other than me.

“Making out with my former fiancée’s sister was unreal, but also a turn-on.”

Soon Zinnia had my pants down to my ankles and was sucking my rigid dick. Her technique was much more vigorous than Penny’s had been. She deep-throated me, which was almost too intense — almost. I looked over at Craig and Goldie, just as he was draping his burly naked body over hers. His condom-covered dick seemed to be drawn to her vagina like a divining rod pulling a dowser toward an underground stream. Craig was just about to slide his twitching dick into her warm cunt when I heard myself say “Wait!”

“What’s wrong?” Zinnia asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…would you mind if we switched places — for a little while?”

Nobody objected.

Zinnia went to Craig, and Goldie came over to me.

“Are you okay, babe?” she asked.

“I’m fine. Kiss me.”

She did.

We spooned, and I fondled her breasts. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to mount Goldie missionary-style. My engorged prick was straining to find its way to her familiar, silky pussy. Within seconds, I was pumping fast and hard as I fucked her. She was breathing erratically, caught up in a whirlwind of passion. We’d made love in this position many, many times. But that night was different. It was more intense, even, than the very first time we’d fucked. It was like Goldie was the shore, and I was a hurricane. The kaleidoscope in my mind — swirling memories of Penny blended with very recent images of Zinnia — had stopped turning. Now I wanted no one but Goldie.

Her body grew tense as I became even more vigorous with my thrusts.

“I’m coming,” she said with a gasp as her body started quaking.

That pushed me over the edge. My hot semen coursed deep into her sweet twat. I moaned loudly. Then our bodies fell still. We inhaled and exhaled as though we were one being, our breaths gradually slowing to an everyday pace.

Soon we felt the bed rocking gently. We looked over to see Craig and Zinnia. He was still sitting at the head of the bed. Zinnia was facing him, straddling him. His penis was working like a piston, thrusting upward into her cunt. Soon they, too, had ecstatic orgasms.

Things got a little awkward after that. “Sorry, guys,” I said. “This wasn’t exactly what I thought would happen.”

“Are you kidding?” said Craig. “You two were beautiful together.”

“I wouldn’t have missed watching that for anything,” Zinnia added.

We cleaned up a bit and took some time to rest. But then I took Zinnia in my arms, while Craig embraced my Goldie.

Inches apart on the same mattress, I drilled Zinnia’s snatch while Goldie enjoyed Craig’s dick. It was wild for me to hear her cry out in orgasm because of another man, and I’ll admit it was a sound I could get used to.

Afterward, they asked us if we’d like to stay for a nightcap. But we were pretty wiped and told them maybe some other time.

When we were back home in our own bed, Goldie sighed. “Well, that was wild.”

“No shit,” I agreed. “But I suppose it’s better that we sow our wild oats now, instead of after we’re married.”

A considerable pause ensued.

“Is that what we’re getting? Married? Be serious, Ernie.”

“I’m serious as a heart attack,” I told her.

“You’re such a romantic, Ern. Okay. Marriage. Fine. But I don’t think my wild oats will ever be entirely sowed.”

“Fair enough.”

She reached over to the nightstand and turned off the light.

The wedding is set for early April.

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