A friendly game of softball is the perfect jumpstart to a swinging relationship between two frisky couples.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

That was my team chanting as I rounded the bases and scored the final run. I was high-fived, lifted up, twirled in the air. My husband gave me a big kiss right in front of everyone. When we parted, I could see the handsome dark-haired pitcher from the other team watching carefully. My cheeks went pink. I’d felt his eyes on me for the whole game, and I was embarrassed by my response. My heart raced and I looked away.

Every Saturday, we meet with the rest of our team at the field for softball. David and I are both jocks, we met playing ball, and we have continued our love for the sport together. But even better, our love of softball has led us to a completely different kind of sport. On that day, it led to a bedroom sport: swinging.

It all started for us about six months ago. We crushed the opposing team, and we ended up at a bar down the street from the playing field, toasting our victory. Two members of the other team turned up at the same bar — the pitcher and a pretty blonde who’d played outfield. I could feel them watching us, and I nudged David and told him that maybe we should take things down a notch. That’s when the couple joined us.

“Well played,” David said, and he shook the man’s hand.

“Win some, lose some,” said the pitcher, and then he introduced himself and his partner to us, “I’m Jamie,” he said, and he put his arm around the blonde at his side. “This is my girlfriend Fiona.”

I didn’t really know what to do. We had been in a celebratory mood. But now we were drinking with our enemies. Except Fiona kept smiling at me, and Jamie didn’t seem to be nursing any sort of grudge.

“You played really well,” David repeated, shrugging at me to indicate that he was as confused as I was.

“You already said that.” Jamie laughed, and then he added, “I might have played better if your wife wasn’t so damn distracting.”

“Oh, like it’s my fault,” I teased.

“In a way,” he said, “and I hope you won’t take offense at this. But all I could think about was getting you out behind the bleachers.”

I was shocked that he would talk like that right in front of his girlfriend, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she looked right at David, and said, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

David and I made eye contact again. Suddenly, everything was very clear in my head. We were being hit on! They were lobbing easy throws at us, and I just realized we were fouling all over the place.

Jamie threw a curve next when he said, “I’m thinking that the rest of the players have left the field by now.”

I stared at him, trying to figure out how he might expect me to respond.

“Bleachers,” David said, understanding immediately, and that’s when we paid for our round and headed back to the field. Fiona walked by my side, and the men strolled behind us. She asked me questions — how long David and I had been together, how we met, those sorts of things. Then she explained her situation with Jamie. They were in love and had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a decade, but every so often they liked to hook up with another couple.

Like us.

Jamie wolf-whistled behind us, and I turned and looked at him. He was handsome, wearing jeans and a jersey with green sleeves and his number. He had on a baseball cap backwards, and he looked too young to have been in a relationship of any sort for ten years. A boyish quality — that’s what he had. I guessed that he was engaged in the same sort of discussion with David that Fiona was having with me because my man had a look of almost incredulous delight on his face. At the field, we divided for a moment. David pulled me aside and said, “Raven, are you down with this?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I said.

He kissed me, and then we walked over to Fiona and Jamie. I felt a slight pang as my husband wandered off with the pretty blonde. But that feeling was immediately replaced by desire as Jamie put an arm around my shoulders and led me over to the bleachers. He sat me down and said, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you during the game. I’m not kidding when I said you’re the main reason we lost. I’m surprised I managed to get any pitches over the plate.”

I laughed, blushing. Jamie was running his hand up and down my thigh, and I felt it even through the thick fabric of my jeans. A shiver worked through me.

“Are you cold?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t at all. The evening was positively balmy, that late gold-glow of sunshine filtering down on us. It was perfect weather for being outdoors. Pretty soon the fireflies would start to flicker.

“Can I kiss you?”

I felt as if he had actually touched my clit. His words were such a turn-on. I guess I had forgotten what it felt like to be wanted like that. Not that David doesn’t desire me. But there is something so dreamy, so sensuous about a first kiss. For one fierce moment, I realized that David was somewhere nearby, maybe lying down in the grassy field, making out with Fiona. He might be stroking her shimmery hair, caressing her perky tits. Then Jamie leaned forward, and I felt his lips on mine. I melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, tentatively at first and then more forcefully, and I gave myself over to the sensation.

He kissed me back, then slid his hand up under my jersey, and he started to pet my breasts through my white cotton bra. I felt … awakened. More than that, I felt discovered. David and I had discussed kinky situations like this in the past. In the throes of passion, I’d confessed that I thought being with another couple would be erotic. He’d agreed. But although we sometimes liked to play that game of “Would you fuck him? Would you screw her?” we’d never landed on another couple we connected with.

Until now.

Jamie gripped my hand and led me back behind the bleachers. He took off his shirt and spread it out on the grass and then he had me lie down. I was so excited, I could feel the wetness in my panties, the juicy droplets of honey clinging to my pussy lips. I wondered how far we’d go. Were we actually going to fuck outside? Jamie continued to kiss me, this time moving so that he was licking and nipping my breasts through my shirt, then sliding down to press his face to the crotch of my jeans. All I wanted was for him to unzip me. All I could imagine was his tongue on my pussy.

“I think we need to go.”

Those weren’t Jamie’s words. I looked up, startled to see David standing there. I’d had my eyes closed for only a second. I smiled sheepishly at him. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t ready to go. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay here forever in the honeysuckle-scented evening. Luckily, he added, “I hope this doesn’t sound too presumptuous, but would the two of you like to join us at our place?”

Oh, there was Fiona, smiling at me, right at his side.

Jamie slid his shirt back on, and the four of us drove to our house, which was quite close to the ball field. I sat in the backseat with Jamie. I watched as Fiona, sitting next to David, slid her hand into his lap while he drove. I no longer felt jealous at all, only intrigued. Was she stroking her fingertips along the crotch of his jeans? I could guess that she was. I took things a step further. Not having to worry about watching the road, I bent down and unzipped Jamie’s pants. I released his cock and started to suck him.

The moans Jamie made let our partners know — or at least gave them a good idea of — what we were doing in the backseat. Especially, when Jamie started to describe my actions. “Oh, Jesus, Raven. Your mouth feels so fucking amazing.” Now, nobody had to guess. I continued to bob up and down on his dick while Fiona jacked off David. We arrived at our house before either man could reach his limit. Both were in such a state that Fiona and I started giggling as we walked down the pathway. The boys could hardly contain their desire. Jamie pinned me against the side of the house while David fumbled for the keys. My husband got the door open and Fiona followed after him, but Jamie did not let me go. He undid my pants and pushed them down. He got his fingers into my panties and pushed those down as well.

“Our neighbors … ” I started.

“Your neighbors are perverts if they’re watching you.”

“Come on,” I urged. “Come inside.”

“Only if you take all your clothes off first.”

Darkness had fallen — at least, almost. The sky was inky purple. But the streetlights were on. I thought about what he was requesting for a second. And then I threw caution to the curb. I kicked off my sneakers, stripped out of my socks and jeans, and pulled off my jersey and bra. Then I streaked like a maniac into the house. Jamie was on me quickly, kicking the door shut behind us. He didn’t bother to compliment the watercolors on the wall in the hallway. He didn’t ask where I thought David and Fiona had disappeared to. He took off his clothes and pushed me into a doggy-style position on the floor.

He said, “All afternoon, I wanted to fuck you like this.”

I was breathless as he slid inside me. I pushed my hips back against him to gain the contact I craved.

“You were so sexy playing second base. That serious expression on your face. I wanted to get a hit just so I could run past you. But I couldn’t concentrate. I struck out each time.”

He wasn’t striking out now. He had my number dialed in, fucking me steadily while simultaneously stroking my clit with his fingertips. I groaned and shoved back to meet his thrusts. Then I found my voice and said, “I noticed you, too. How could I not? You’re so hot. I was sure you saw me staring.”

My cheeks flamed as I made this confession. It was true that I’d felt him watching me during the game. I’d sensed a connection between the two of us. But I’d never have foreseen that we would be doing this, together, so quickly.

A moan from the living room broke through my thoughts. I wanted to go see who had made the sound. David or Fiona? But Jamie held me with his big hands on my hips, and he started to work me harder, faster. “Come with me,” he said. “I want us to climax together.”

A few more thrusts by his big, powerful cock, a few more well-placed strokes, and I was over the edge, crying out as pleasure flooded through me. Jamie came on the cusp of my orgasm, and he filled me with his seed. Only after the contractions had subsided did Jamie lift me up and let me wander into the next room to spy on our partners.

David was on his back on our living-room rug. Fiona was facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. I don’t know what got into me, but I walked over to them and started to kiss the comely blonde. Jamie, close by, sighed and started to tug on his sticky cock, which was growing hard again in no time. When Fiona saw what her man was doing she said, “Baby? Let me. I want to lick all her juices off your rod.”

That made David swear under his breath. Soon, Fiona was bouncing on my husband while blowing her boyfriend. For a moment, I was out of the mix. That is until David said, “Sit on my face, sexy.” I didn’t have to be told twice. With Fiona facing one way and me the other, David was supporting and pleasuring the two of us at once. I got an extra charge at the fact that Fiona was slurping my honey off Jamie’s dick while David was licking Jamie’s come out of my snatch. Things got even messier after that. I came, grinding away on David’s face. My orgasm seemed to trigger David’s, who shot his load deep into Fiona’s molten pussy. Before she could come, Jamie reached for her and stood her up. “Raven,” he said to me, “I want you to lie down on the coffee table.”

It’s a sturdy piece of furniture. I knew it would hold my weight. I did what he said, getting on the table and lying down on my back. Fiona didn’t have to be told what to do. She bent and began to lick and kiss the insides of my thighs, working her way closer and closer to my swollen, throbbing clit. Her ass was in the air, and I wondered which one of the men would spear her next.

That’s when I saw the two boys passing signals back and forth. Just like in a game. Jamie made a motion to David and my husband nodded. Suddenly, Fiona was groaning against my pussy. The vibrations of her voice sent me spiraling into previously uncharted territory. I didn’t care what else was happening. I only wanted Fiona’s tongue on me. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of her tongue against my split. Then she said, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

What was happening?

I tried to figure out what the boys were up to. Then Fiona whimpered and said, “I know that’s you, Jamie.”

I opened my eyes to see that the men were standing behind her side by side. Oh, dear Lord. I understood immediately. They were taking turns. One was plunging her pussy with a few hard strokes, driving her forward so that she pressed her chin against my split. Then the next would take his turn. Back and forth. Did I say I’d gotten over my jealousy? That green-drenched emotion came over me in waves. I wanted a turn. I wanted to feel what she was feeling.

I pushed Fiona away, and she looked at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. Then I bent over next to her, explaining with my body language what I wanted. The men grasped the meaning of my move. Fiona and I were at the edge of the table. The boys got behind us. David drove into my pussy first. I know his dick like I know my own reflection in the mirror. He pumped me for a few seconds, and then he pulled out, leaving me empty. But that didn’t last long. Jamie took over, driving inside me, making me moan.

This was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. As soon as my body grew accustomed to one dick, the other took over. I was kept teetering on the brink, raised higher and higher until Fiona split the silence in the room by crying out. She came like a wildcat, shrieking and howling. But the boys didn’t stop. They continued to swap — back and forth, back and forth — until David said, “Come in her ass.”

For fuck’s sake. What did he just say? “Come in her ass,” David repeated, and he sprinted from the room long enough to grab our lube from the bathroom, hurrying back in mere seconds to hand the bottle to Jamie.

“Do you want this?” Jamie asked me.

I nodded. I had no words. Jamie lubed me up, and then he very slowly, very carefully, split me open with his cock. I gripped the edge of the coffee table, holding myself still. David was at my side, and to my further arousal, I saw Fiona reach for the discarded bottle. I watched wide-eyed as she lubed up her own asshole and then bent over, offering her backdoor to my husband.

We were nearing the final inning. I could feel it in my blood. Jamie started to work the length of his cock past that tight ring of muscle and inside me. Fiona held her asscheeks apart with slippery fingers. David watched me as Jamie fucked me. I watched Fiona’s expression change as my man entered her asshole.

Then life became a blur as the boys got into the rhythm. They seemed to be fucking us in tandem. Fiona reached out and held my hand, and then she leaned over and kissed me. As her boyfriend reamed my backdoor, she nibbled on my lip. As my husband took her tight asshole, she licked my tongue. I think we all came at once. Simultaneous explosions of total and complete bliss.

And then there were no sounds except panting. No words because no words had been created to explain exactly what we’d just gone through.

David was the first to recover. He took Fiona with him to the master bathroom to get cleaned up. I led Jamie to the guest room and got into the shower with him. I didn’t think about my husband and new girlfriend. I let the spray wash everything away and I let my libido run wild. When Jamie started to touch my pussy again, I was surprised to find that I was right on the edge of yet another climax. He went on his knees in our small shower, and he shoved my thighs apart and brought me to another orgasm with his tongue.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked.

I nodded, and we dried off and headed to the main bedroom, where we found Fiona and David already naked in the bed, waiting for us.

Well, they weren’t exactly waiting. They were in a sixty-nine, and they looked as if they were enjoying themselves.

“What’s sixty-nine plus sixty-nine?” Jamie asked me.

“One thirty-eight,” I said.

“Let’s make a new position.”

I swiveled Fiona so that I could get behind her and start to rim her asshole. That left David’s mouth free. There was only a moment of hesitation before Jamie came closer. David inched forward, and that’s all it took. I drove my tongue into Fiona’s tight back hole. She bobbed her blonde head up and down on David’s dick. And David opened his mouth and took Jamie’s cock deep inside.

What a pretty chain we made. We worked like that for a few minutes before the boys decided to switch us. Now Fiona got behind me and started to work her magic on my asshole, and David and Jamie gave themselves over to their own sixty-nine. Fiona managed to make me come by simply tonguing me back there. Then she rubbed out a climax of her own while we watched the boys spurt into each other’s mouth.

It was the perfect ending to the evening. We’ve been lovers ever since that night. No matter whose team comes out ahead on the field, we play a game where everyone wins when we slide home.

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