An established married couple introduces a younger twosome into the erotic world of swinging with incendiary results.

“So, an EMT and a cop. That sounds like a stressful household.” Kurt, the new guy on the crew, picked up his beer and took a swig.

“How’d you know my wife is a cop?” I asked, grabbing a handful of peanuts and popping them into my mouth one by one. The bar was dark and close, filled with emergency medical technicians just off duty. Nearly my entire company, to be exact.

“Word gets around. I heard about your bad-ass bride Monday on my first shift.”

“It can be,” I said. Kurt gave me a confused look.

“It can be stressful,” I said.

“You were wondering.”

“Oh, yeah — I was. How long you two been together?”

“Fifteen glorious years.” I laughed, but I meant it.

“When you say it, I buy it. Not like some of the guys on the crew who’d say it sarcastically.”

“Nah, not joking. It’s good. Things between Belinda and me are good. Have been good, continue to be good.”

“I hear she’s smoking hot.”

I passed a hand over my face, hiding my smile. “You could say that.”

“So how do you make it work? Fifteen years is a long time for two people in high-pressure jobs.”

“We keep it alive. We…” — I cocked my head and studied Kurt — “…keep things interesting. Why the twenty questions, newbie? Things rough at home for you guys?”

Kurt looked into his beer mug and shrugged. “A little. The move, new jobs, work pressure, weird hours. You know the drill.”

I nodded. “That I do. Got a picture of her?”

Kurt flipped open his wallet and showed me a long, lean redhead with bright green eyes. In the photo, behind protective plastic, she smiled at the camera. Her natural beauty was set off by a clingy emerald-green dress.

“That’s Kerrin.”

“Kerrin,” I said slowly, as if tasting the name on my tongue. “She’s a very pretty woman.”

“Yeah,” Kurt said, snapping the wallet closed quickly. “And very angry at the moment. Mostly at me.”

“Because of the move?”

“I got this great opportunity, but she’s pissed about leaving family and friends, and the hours … well, the sex can dry up when you work our hours.”

“It doesn’t have to,” I said, holding up a finger to the bartender for another beer. Kurt laughed outright. “Oh, yeah? Well, share with me your wisdom, swami.”

Instead of answering, I said, “Are you two into adventure?”

“Like rock-climbing?” “No.” I chuckled. “Not like rock-climbing. Sometimes … the key to staying together is taking time apart, if you know what I mean.”

Kurt studied me intently. He ran a hand through his close-cropped blond hair and then smiled. “Explain.”

I leaned forward eagerly and began to do just that. …

“Dinner’s at eight,” Belinda said, tying her wrap dress a bit tighter.

I walked in and whistled. My wife never fails to stun, but that night she’d pulled out all the stops. I’d have been jealous if I wasn’t so turned on. “Eight’s kind of late.”

“I said dinner’s at eight.” Belinda winked. “Appetizers are when they get here.”

I walked up behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the warmth and softness of her beneath my hands. I squeezed her before kissing the back of her neck. “You do know how to entertain.”

“Hey, these are your friends. I’m just going off a description and the conversation you relayed to me.”

“You’ll like him,” I assured her. “He’s tall, blond and built. He’s funny. He loves his wife. And he’s dying to fuck you.”

“I can live with that. And Kerrin’s into it? She’ll be okay?”

“He presented her with the option, and he said he was surprised.”

“Surprised at what?” Belinda turned in my arms so that she was facing me. She pressed her body to mine. I felt the heat of her breasts, the hard length of my stiffening cock moving to the “V” between her thighs. I imagined her slick pussy and had to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself.

“Surprised at how readily she agreed. He said she was excited. And that made him excited.”

Belinda slipped her hand between us and ran her fingers up the length of my hard-on. I relished the feel of her stroking me, the way she squeezed my cock with the perfect pressure because she knew me so well. “So, are we going to fuck in the same room so I can see you and you can see me, or do you think she’s shy?”

“Why don’t we leave that decision up to them?”

“Tall, blond and handsome, you say?” Belinda asked teasingly. As she spoke the words, she rotated her hips back and forth so that her body brushed up against me. I knew she was bare beneath that dress, and the knowledge made me want to pull it up, bend her over and fuck her fast and hard

.Luckily, the doorbell rang.“I’ll answer that, and you can see for yourself,” I said.

She stepped back to let me pass but not before pulling me in for a kiss. “I can’t wait,” she said. “And I can’t wait until later when we’re alone again.”

I pulled away with a groan and went for the door. “You’re killing me, Bel,” I said over my shoulder.

“Oh, you love it!” she called out, making me laugh out loud.

The first thing I noticed was that Kerrin was wearing the dress. The dress. The emerald-green dress that did amazing things for her hair and her eyes — and her body. What a body. The second thing I noticed was the way Kurt’s eyes lit up when he saw Belinda.

“Come on in,” Belinda said warmly. She has a way with new couples that makes me love her even more. She often talks to them the way one would engage a spooked animal, keeping her voice gentle, her movements slow. Her manner definitely worked this time. Our guests walked in, both smiling.

“Wine? Beer?” I asked, shutting the door behind them.

Already, my mind was flitting back and forth between imagining peeling Kerrin out of her sexy dress and envisioning the new guy fucking my wife. I couldn’t decide which mental movie I liked more. In a split second, I decided I wanted to keep the action in the same room. Either the living room or the bedroom, whichever Kerrin and Kurt preferred, but I wanted to be in the same room with my wife when she fucked this good-looking guy.

“Beer,” Kurt said, putting a hand on the small of Kerrin’s back. “You?”

“I’ll have wine. Red, if you have it,” she said. Her green eyes were intelligent, her gaze moving over the objects in the room: books, art, a sculpture of Buddha that Belinda had brought home from a college trip to Tibet, and of course, my wife.

“Red is completely doable,” Belinda said. “It’s my favorite. Merlot? Cab? Pinot Noir?”

“Dealer’s choice,” Kerrin said.

Her comment made me instantly like her. Belinda set about pouring wine while I grabbed Kurt a beer from the kitchen. When I came back into the living room, my wife had perched herself on the arm of the sofa. She had her legs crossed, her top leg kicking, her high heel dangling from the tips of her toes. I took a deep breath and focused on making our guests comfortable. What I really wanted to do was fuck her, fuck Kerrin, and then fuck Belinda again. But I had to behave — I glanced at Kurt — and I had to share.

“What we like to do,” Belinda explained, “ — and you tell us if this doesn’t work for you — is have a drink, answer any questions you might have, and then have sex. Fuck. Whatever your preferred term is. There’s a great dinner keeping warm for afterward.”

As she spoke, Belinda — who looks like a bad-ass with a gun and equally bad-ass completely fucking naked — moved to the center of the sofa. She settled back into the cushions and put her slim hand on Kurt’s thigh. Kerrin watched, looking calm and at ease. Good sign, I thought. I let my gaze trail down her long graceful neck to her delicate collarbone. Then lower to the deep cleavage between her high, firm breasts. What’s under that dress?

“Do you do this often?” Kerrin was the first to ask a question. Belinda let her hand drift a bit higher up Kurt’s thigh. I did my best not to smile when I glanced at the other man’s zipper. His cock was getting hard. I felt for the guy; I know the magic of Belinda.“When presented with the right opportunity and the right couple, we like to play. Sometimes it’s more often, sometimes we just like our time together.”

Her fingers slipped up to brush very lightly over the front of Kurt’s pants. Kerrin watched, squirming. I watched Kerrin, feeling my own cock come to life.

“And this works for you,” Kurt said, but it wasn’t really a question. Belinda nodded anyway.

“Brandon says you guys have been going strong for fifteen years.”

Belinda’s fingers stroked a bit harder over Kurt’s zipper. “This helps keeps things stronger than you’d imagine. Sharing him with other women, him sharing me with other men. Ironically, swinging makes us appreciate one another.”

She stopped talking and leaned in to kiss Kurt on the mouth. The man’s body went taut and then relaxed. I watched, fascinated, and moved toward Kerrin. I perched on the sofa arm that had been abandoned by Belinda and brushed my palm down Kerrin’s red hair, almost as if petting her. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, and a sound, like a purr, emanated from her chest.

“I’m curious to see if it works for us,” Kerrin said with her eyes half closed.

“How curious?” I asked.

“Curious enough to want to know where we’re doing this — and whether we can do it now?”

She looked up at me and smiled. My cock strained within my jeans, and my heartbeat picked up in tempo.

“We can be in here or in the bedroom,” I said, and then I took the opportunity to speak my mind.

“Often, Belinda and I like to be in the same room when we’re with other partners. This is one of those times. If you’d be agreeable to that.”

Belinda looked up and gave me a sly wink. I really had to stop fantasizing about fucking my wife if I was going to fuck this woman in the slinky green dress.

“Any objections?” Belinda asked, making sure they had a chance to voice their opinions.

Our guests shared a glance and then, in unison, they shook their heads.

“Okay, then,” Belinda said, leaning over to give Kerrin a deceitfully chaste kiss on the mouth. “Where shall it be? Here or in the bedroom?”

“Here,” they answered in stereo.

“Then it’s decided.”

I could barely hide my lustful glee. With that, Belinda stood up, pulled the tie on her wrap dress and proceeded to open the garment wide and drop it to the floor. She stood there in smoke-gray thigh-high stockings and black heels. Everyone in the room seemed to exhale at once. Belinda stared at me for a moment, and then we all stared at Kerrin. Our new friend took a deep breath, obviously nervous, but just as obviously turned on. She stood and slid down the side zipper of her dress. She pulled it off slowly, revealing a black bra, black panties and no hosiery. She stepped free of the dress and stood in her lingerie and heels.

“Not as dramatic, I’m afraid,” she said, smiling.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright.

“Oh, plenty dramatic,” I replied.

Belinda nodded. “My husband, he has good taste. I agree. Plenty dramatic. You look gorgeous, Kerrin. Now the real question … ”

Kerrin stared at Belinda, and I took it all in. Two beautiful women regarding each other in various states of undress. I rubbed a hand across my fly, giving myself a bit of friction to cope with the sexual tension in the room.

“What’s that?” Kerrin asked.

“There are two sofas. Which would you like?”

Kerrin laughed softly. “That’s easy. I’m at this one, and I feel like my knees are going to buckle, so I’ll stay here.”

I went to her, catching in my peripheral vision the sight of Belinda holding out a hand to Kurt. He took it and stood, not looking much steadier than his wife. They moved off to the other side of the sectional. Then I stood in front of Kerrin, running my hands up her sides. When I reached her bra, I palmed the lacy cups, feeling the nudge of her hard nipples. I undid the front clasp, parting the delicate lingerie. Her breasts were small but full, the nipples a very pale pink. Each stood at attention, stiff little nubs of flesh. I licked my lips, stared her in the eye, and when she gave a subtle nod, I bent to suck the left one into my mouth. A moan escaped her, and across the room Kurt’s moan echoed his wife’s. I spared Belinda and Kurt a glance. My wife was on her knees. She had Kurt’s belt buckle open, his fly parted, and her hand was working up and down his cock. A fresh rush of lust for my wife coursed through me as I slipped my hand inside Kerrin’s panties and found her wet and willing.

I introduced one finger, then a second. She raised her hips, and I curled my fingers inside her cunt, watching Belinda slide her lips down Kurt’s shaft for the very first time. My own cock ached with desire. I knew what that amazing mouth felt like. Kerrin pushed herself against me, her body hot and eager. I kissed her, and her tongue instantly moved to meet mine. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her flush to me and used my free hand to work her panties down. Not breaking our kiss, she wriggled her hips to help me. Together, we got the scrap of lace off her body, and I removed the bra, dropping it at our feet. That left her pale, nude and aroused in nothing but a pair of black heels.

“Sit back,” I whispered as I lowered her to the sofa.

I looked over for only a second to see my wife’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked Kurt’s rock-hard cock with vigor.

I quickly stripped out of my jeans and tugged my sweater over my head before moving to the end table to snag a condom. I held the package in my hand but didn’t open it. Instead, I knelt in front of Kerrin, spread her thighs wide and parted her pussy lips. She was flushed, and her clit stood out, a tiny pink pebble. She was well past the point of turned on. I swept my thumb across her clit, watching her grow more aroused. She thrust up her hips, shut her eyes and pinched her nipples. My cock pulsed, and I shoved a finger inside her. Then I brought my mouth to her pussy. I licked her clit roughly and then slowed to a lazy drag of my tongue. I repeated the same motions until Kerrin buried her hands in my hair, her hips shoving up to gain better contact with my mouth.

I sucked her clit harder, pushed a second finger into her and fucked her that way. My digits rhythmically drove into her cunt as I sucked with increasing pressure. This was one of the parts of swapping I adored — learning the way a new lover responded to my ministrations. Going down on Kerrin was different from eating my wife’s pussy. She tasted different, too — and I relished the flavor of her nectar on my tongue. When she came, she cried out and I snuck a glance at Kurt as I licked her honeyed juices off my lips.

My friend’s mouth hung open as Belinda sucked his cock. He was trying so hard to hold on. I understood the feeling; I’d been in his position many times before. I smiled and stood to roll on the condom, but Kerrin stilled me. She put her hands on my hips and licked the tip of my cock, making it jerk. She pushed her silken mouth down my shaft, stroking her cool fingertips across my balls. My breath hitched when she slid her lips down fully, taking my entire length into her mouth and throat. Lucky man, Kurt, I thought. I sifted my fingers through her red hair, held her head in my hands and fucked her mouth. She had all the reactions that made me even harder — a coo, a groan, a quick inhalation. I had to bite my lip to tame the urge to instantly come, fill her throat and keep thrusting until I was empty.

Instead, I slipped in and out of her mouth a few more times and then took a step back. Something told me the night would go on long after we enjoyed the meal Belinda was keeping warm in the oven. As much as I’d have liked to continue the exquisite blowjob, I wanted to bury myself balls-deep in this pretty, new pussy.

When I checked on Belinda, I found Kurt rolling on his own condom. Belinda had her torso draped across the back of the other sofa, her knees on the cushion, her ass back. She shot me a look, smiled and blew me a kiss. I lingered long enough to watch Kurt align his cockhead with Belinda’s wet slit. When Kurt drove inside Belinda, I had to swallow my moan. I positioned Kerrin on her hands and knees facing the other couple. I wanted her to see. I wanted to see, too; I won’t lie about that. I moved behind Kerrin, stroked her perfect, heart-shaped ass, and then nudged a juice-drenched thumb against her back hole. She shivered and gasped but arched her body toward me. Then I kissed her shoulder, moved into position and slowly slid into her wet, tight cunt.

She held her head up, watching Kurt and Belinda, taking it all in. I kept my thumb at her ass, working it deeper, and began to move. I went slowly at first, timing each thrust and feeling the slick grip of her internal muscles milking my cock.

Belinda turned her head to give me another wink. I love her sense of fun in these situations. Our connection — that closeness — never decreases when we’re playing. If anything, it triples in strength. My lust spiked through me. I felt the sensation in my belly and my balls. My head was swimming as I fucked Kerrin roughly, wrapping her long hair around my fist and using it as a rein. Kurt turned his head, too. Now we were all watching each other. Kurt’s ass moved fast and then faster still. He held the lovely flair of Belinda’s hips in his hands and fucked her so that every thrust caused her long dark hair to swirl around her face.

“Oh,” Kerrin sighed. “Coming, coming…”

Her cunt rippled tightly and liquid pooled around my shaft. Belinda went off next, like a firework, which is her nature. My own personal pyrotechnic. Head flung back, gaze pinned to mine, fingers gripping the back of the blue sofa. She shoved her body against Kurt, and the slight smacking sound of their union filled the room. Kurt lost it, hanging his head as if in defeat and groaning long and low as he came.

I felt a small sense of victory at being the last holdout and drove deeply into Kerrin once more. With my thumb still buried in her ass, I came with a grunt and a sigh.

Belinda was the first to speak. No surprise there. Always in charge, always wrangling other people. I thought it was most likely why she made a damn fine cop. She extricated herself from the still-stunned Kurt and smiled.

“So, who’s hungry?”

Everyone nodded in unison.

“Great. I have lasagna and salad and a killer flourless chocolate cake.”

Kerrin sat up, touched my arm almost shyly, and then moved toward her husband. She perched on his lap, buck-naked, eyes shiny as if she’d been drinking more than a few sips of wine.

“Sounds great,” Kurt said, wrapping an arm around Kerrin’s waist and kissing her cheek.

“And then maybe after dessert … a second dessert?” I suggested.

“Sounds even better,” Kerrin said, dipping her head with that fetching shyness again.

Belinda reached out to smooth a random strand of hair off the other woman’s forehead and then laughed. “It does, doesn’t it?”