Swing Man Ch. 01-03

"This one may be too much for us," Lance joked as he moved around in front of Carmen's crouched form. "Carmen, you think you can find something to do with this?" He was obviously referring to his hard dick but Jonas couldn't see through Carmen's head.

"Oh, I think I so!" Carmen said seductively and Lance edged closer.

Then Lance's face took on a very contented expression as he saw Carmen's head began to bob.

"That's good...very good!" Lance sighed. "You suck and Jonesy will fuck, eh, bro!"

"Let's give the lady what she wants!" Jonas smiled and began screwing Carmen again. The three of them built up a nice rhythm - Jonas shafting Carmen's clutching cunt, rocking her body back and forth, making her lips slip and slide on the mouthful of cock she was servicing. It was a hot old time and soon they were all grunting and groaning.

Jonas looked down and watched her sweet ass shudder when he banged against it. Leaning a little further back, he gazed down at his pumping manhood as it plied into her bulging labia.

What a sweet sight!Jonas thought. Right above it was her asshole and he could see it clenching and unclenching. Intrigued, he slid his hands back up on Carmen's ass, letting his thumbs slide into the cleft of her firm cheeks. Carmen had two holes filled. . .he'd see how she felt about the third.

"Mmmmphhffhh....mmmMMMMM!" he heard Carmen moan around his brother's dick as he first rimmed her puckered orifice and then pressed his thumb right through her sphincter. Her ass-ring clamped down on his thumb and she undulated her ass, maybe in encouragement.

"Whhoooaaa....what the hell you doin' back there, Jonas? You got her sucking me like a hurricane!" Lance gasp as he gathered Carmen's long hair in his hands and held it above her head like a rein. "Come on, baby... do it all.....open that throat for ole Lancey. . .aaaaaahhhhh!"

Jonas saw Carmen's face mash into Lance's belly as she swallowed his length like a pro. He began fucking her pussy hard as he twisted his thumb around in her shitter. He was definitely in the homestretch.

"MMMmmmMMMPPPFFFFWWWOOOOOO!" Carmen began to raise Cain as she burst into another orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and he fought to keep her ass steady as he felt his own peak rising. Lance cried out and Jonas saw his brother's chest go rigid. Carmen was getting a throatful of cum and Jonas was right behind Lance.

"GGGGGGAAAAA!" he groaned as he let loose in Carmen's cooze. All the cum his balls had produced since Carmen's delightful blowjob, now careened into Carmen's velvety hole. Each spurt, slow though they were, was like white hot lightning going through on his nervous system.

It ended all to soon.

He opened his eyes to see Lance fall back against the headboard, his glistening peter flopping on his thigh. He gave Carmen a push and she fell forward on the bed, his dick slipping out of her well-fucked hole with a loud slurp. He sat back on his haunches and watched Carmen snake a hand back to feel her sloppy sex.

"Well," Lance said, "I think that went rather well."

Later, Jonas walked out to his car in the fading afternoon.

He had to start for home; he really should have left sooner but he'd just had to enjoy Carmen on more time. After an hour of relaxing and renewed groping, he'd taken Carmen in for a very stimulating shower. The precious girl had been able to coax some more cum out his balls with that skillful mouth of hers.

Lance had said he'd be in touch about the next swinging party. That was going to be a tricky thing; slipping away for a workday was easy but Lance said the parties usually occurred on the weekends and at night.

Not so easy to explain an absence like that; he could try it, lie about where he was but if his wife tried to contact him......maybe just tell her to call him on his cellular phone. That might work...say you're going to some city...forget to leave the hotel name....possibly.

The only other problem would be finding a date to bring....someone that wouldn't mind banging strangers at a party. Not so easy but he knew people that could find someone for the right price; Heidi Fleiss hadn't cornered the market by any means.

He'd think things through on the drive home. He was definitely going to find a way to continue swinging.

Jonas arrived home around 7 o'clock in the evening. That was certainly not unusual; his wife was used to the long hours he worked. He pulled his Lexus into the carport of their home and walked into the house.

"Stella!" he called as he walked toward the kitchen. He wanted to say hello like he usually did. Just give her a quick peck and ask how her day was. He wasn't nervous; he'd come home to her many a time after being his another women.

The kitchen was empty and there was no smell of any dinner underway or any having been cooked before.

"Stella!" he called again as he walked upstairs. Still, no answer. Her car was outside, so she had to be there somewhere. Their daughter, Nikki, wasn't home; she was away on a trip with her best friend.

He and Stella were more than a little worried about Nikki. She'd dropped out of college to 'find herself' and the search had been going on for almost a year. Stella said to give her more time but he was beginning to think he should lay down the law.

He went into their bedroom to find it empty. Apparently, his wife was out somewhere. Maybe someone had picked her up. Probably out shopping with one of her friends.

He walked into the dressing room that led to the bathroom area, thinking he take the opportunity to unload the things he'd taken to Lance's from his briefcase.

He immediately saw that something was amiss. Several of her drawers were hanging open. He investigated further and found that there was a suitcase missing.

"Oh boy...this does not look good," he muttered as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. His fear was answered when he saw the message scrawled on the mirror in lipstick.

BASTARD!

* * * *

Turns out, Stella had not trusted him after he'd tried to convince her to broaden her sexual horizons. Maybe if he'd waited longer before going out to Lance's, Stella mistrust might have waned with time. She might have called off the dogs.

Fearing that he was going to stray, she'd hired a private detective to tail him. The son of a bitch had followed him out to the desert that day. That, in and of itself, wasn't enough to ruin him. The pictures the guy had taken of Carmen outside Lance's condo and at Giordino's were damning. Carmen hugging him as they left the condo, Carmen sitting near him in the booth, and the coup de grace, a picture of Carmen grabbing his butt as they walked back into the condo after lunch.

Armed with those, the detective had called Stella on the way back and given her the bad news. Stella had called a friend because she didn't think she could drive herself being as upset as she was.

Jonas started calling her friends and the second one icily told him that Stella was staying with her and her attorney would contact him in the morning. Click!

Jonas thought about it that night and tried to put a positive spin on the whole thing. He was going to lose a lot of money and he'd probably be alienated from his daughter but at least, once the divorce was final, he would be free. Free to do whatever and whoever he wanted.

The next morning, he went to work. He phoned Lance and told him what he knew at the time which was that Stella had obviously found out. Lance tried to apologize but Jonas said there was no need; he was a big boy and would take his lumps.

Stella's attorney phoned him, told him about the pictures they had. Jonas was up front about things and said he wanted Stella to be happy. The attorney said Stella would like to return to 'her' home but she did not want him there. Jonas said he would be amenable to clearing out and moving into the beach house out at Malibu if that was agreeable to Stella. The beach house had been her father's but she didn't like the beach, so she rarely went out there. The attorney said he would run that by Stella and get back to him.

Jonas left his office around 2 p.m. after receiving word that the beach house could be his new residence for awhile. He went home and packed a few bags and filled the back seat with about twenty of his business suits.

He left Stella a note, apologizing for his indiscretion and promising to be very fair in their settlement. He also wrote a note to his daughter and put that in her room; it would be his first attempt at damage control.

Poor kid's going to think I'm a monster after Stella sinks her claws in her, Jonas thought as he drove to the beach house. How can Nikki understand what I want . . . sweet kid like that.

Chapter Two

"Sorry, you're not what we're looking for," Nikki Elliot informed the last guy that had approached them. The bar at Big Bear was full of clean cut tourists and locals. She and Tori were looking for someone a little rougher that evening. Tonight was the last night of their little vacation and they were ready to let their hair down.

They were getting a lot of attention because they were two young women dressed rather provocatively. Nikki was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a halter top. She knew men loved her body -- 5' 6" tall, long brunette hair which she wore pinned up most of the time, 34-23-33 figure with a stomach that just naturally looked ripped, and face that had won her Homecoming Queen honors at Brentwood High.

"That guy didn't have a clue," Tori said, lighting another cigarette.

Nikki smiled at the transformation in Tori. Back when they'd been friends in high school, Tori had been an ugly duckling. Nikki had she had become friends and sort of fed off each other; Tori got to be around the boys that flocked to Nikki and Nikki never had any competition from Tori.

But over the last year, Tori had come of age. She'd cut her blondish hair short and her bosom had grown out nicely. Her face wasn't overly attractive but the tight T-shirt over her bra-less 34C tits kept men's eyes lower.

"Now be nice," Nikki kidded, "Your parents would have liked him." They laughed at the idea.

"Hey, look at that guy," Tori said.

Nikki saw a guy at the bar that was a definite possibility. Longish, unkempt red-brown hair, wearing an Army jacket.

"Go ask him," Nikki said and Tori got up and sauntered over to the bar. Tori struck up a conversation with the guy. Nikki saw him appraising Tori's stuffed T-shirt and he bought her a drink. Tori leaned into him and whispered something. The guy looked around and then shook his head in the affirmative.

Looks like things are looking up,Nikki thought and watched Tori continue to work the guy.

She leaned into him again, whispering more stuff in his ear as he lightly traced his fingers against the side of her breast. Tori leaned back and the guy asked her something. Tori pointed Nikki out to the guy and she saw him smile at the proposition she had just put to him.

Nikki leaned back in her chair as Tori brought the guy over to their table.

"Nikki, meet Eric," Tori said sitting down in her chair.

"Hi, Eric," Nikki said sweetly as Eric pulled a chair up to their table, spun it around backwards and sat down on it. "Did Tori explain things?"

"Yeah, she sure did," Eric said. "It's the best offer I've had all day. . you want to hang out here for awhile."

"No, we can take off. Once we're outside, we'll need to sample a little."

"That's cool. Let's go."

The three of them went outside and Nikki led them to a dark part of the parking lot. Standing behind a car, out of sight from the bar entrance, Eric reached into his coat and pulled out a small smoky-blue glass bottle.

"I think you'll like this stuff, it's strong," Eric promised as he unscrewed the cap. Nikki's hand materialized with a small utensil and he let her dip it into the bottle. She put the tiny spoon to her nose and sniffed strongly. The cool burst of cocaine numbed her nostril and she blinked several times.

"That is good," she told Tori. "Try some."

Tori took the spoon and did the same thing.

"We okay?" Eric asked expectantly as he put the bottle away.

"Yeah, if you got more," Nikki promised.

Eric reached into the opposite pocket and another bottle was shown to the two girls.

"All right, follow us in your car . . . we got a room down the road." Nikki and Tori walked over to Nikki's BMW and soon they were driving through Big Bear with Eric's Trans Am close behind.

Alpine Motor Lodge was a long, one story motel with a gravel parking lot; not the most elegant place in Big Bear but the sheets were clean. The BMW and Trans Am pulled up at the end of the building and the three of them went inside. The curtains were pulled tight to give them privacy.

The room had two single size beds separated by an end table. An old TV sat on a stand in the corner and there was cooler sitting on a desk.

"Nice place," Eric said facetiously. He pulled off his Army jacket and displayed a nice pair of biceps and a white tanktop.

"Forgetting something?" Nikki asked, holding out her hand.

"Oh yeah," Eric said sheepishly and he tossed her the bottle. Nikki took it over to an open suitcase on the floor and dropped it on top of the clothes inside as she heard Tori offer him a beer.

"Sure."

Nikki watched Tori fish in the cooler and then she handed him a Coors. Eric threw his coat on the desk and walked over and slumped down on one of the beds. Popping the can, he watched Tori kick off her clogs.

"I don't get it," Eric said as Tori walked toward him and stood between the beds looking down at him. "You girls obviously got money. Why don't you just buy the shit?"

Nikki came up behind Tori and put her arms around her stomach, laying her chin on Tori's shoulder. Tori was only 5' 5", so looking over her at Eric was easy.

"It's not about the money," Nikki said as she began pulling Tori's T-shirt out of her jeans, "We just like to be watched. .. the coke's just your ticket."

Nikki kissed Tori's neck, watching Eric watching them, as she ran her right hand up under Tori's shirt, up to cup a palm full of her best friend's tit.

Eric was the third guy they had brought back to the motel during the week. It was probably not the smartest thing to do since they were all alone with a stranger each time but it was so damn thrilling to do sexy stuff with each other and watch the guy's reaction. It was sort of a power trip.

Nikki had turned Tori onto lesbianism during summer break freshman year. They had gone to different colleges but they got together all summer to get a little crazy. Nikki, who was always up for fun, had fallen in with some lesbian girls at college and Tori had become pretty cute that summer and before she knew it she had Tori in bed.

Partying that summer had been a gas; if none of the guys met their muster, they'd just eat each others pussies 'til the cows came home.

Then, there was that night at a party where both of them wanted the same guy. Nikki had broken the stalemate by suggesting they both share him. The guy had certainly been up for it and they'd found an empty bedroom.

Early on in things, Nikki had started making out with Tori, sure that the guy would jump in somewhere. But he'd gotten so damn excited watching them that he'd shot his wad on their entangled forms and been useless after that.

Having someone watch them had been a turn-on, so they'd set their sights on doing it once in awhile. That had been two years ago and they were still going at it. Tonight it was Eric's turn.

"Mmmmmm," Tori purred as she raised both hands back behind her head, her right hand encircling Nikki's head. Nikki ran her right hand down off Tori's chest and used both hands to pull Tori's shirt up under her armpits, exposing Tori's boobs to Eric's hungry gaze. Nikki cupped both of Tori's titties with her hands and swirled her palms on her nipples, feeling them stiffen into pencil-thick nubs.

Tori began to do a slow swaying motion with her hips, arching her back slightly. Nikki knew Tori was all hers now; once they began their little shows, Tori was like putty in her hands. Nikki ran her right hand down Tori's oscillating belly and shoved it down the front of her jeans, her fingers sliding under the elastic band of her panties.

When Nikki's fingertips reached Tori's intimate area, Tori lost her composure. She dropped her arms quickly and made a grab for Nikki's bold hand, an excited exhaling of air escaping her like she was being tickled.

Nikki let Tori pull her hand from her panties and then Tori spun to face her. Tori's eyes were flashing with excitement as they wrapped their hands around each other's asses.

Nikki dropped her face and their mouths joined in a tight liplock, then dissolved into loving nibbles as Nikki moved her hands between them and worked on Tori's jeans. Quick as a flash, she had the button-fly undone all the way down.

"Mmmmm, Nikki," Tori sighed as she began pulling down her jeans and moving her mouth down her chin, then onto her bunched T-shirt. Nikki could feel body heat through the soft material. Nikki's face went lower on her friend's body, her lips dragging across Tori's warm titflesh as Nikki lowered her body further on bent knees. The jeans cleared Tori's bubble-butt and fell down around her knees.

"Yesssss, oh, oh, oh," Tori gasp as lips slid down her stomach. Nikki hoped Eric was enjoying the little show as much as they were. She hooked her fingers in the top of Tori's panties and pulled them down, baring Tori's cheeks to Eric and her puffy pussy to her own gaze.

Tori's sex was like a pair of small pillows between which were pinkish flaps that opened like blossoms.

"Mmmmm, look at that pretty pussy," Nikki purred for Eric's benefit. Nikki made a quick swipe across the top flap that hid Tori's sensitive clit, her tongue feeling the sparse blonde hairs that surrounded the area.

This position wasn't any good for Eric and Nikki wanted to get out of her own clothes. Reluctantly, she rose from her crouch and told Tori to sit down on the edge of the vacant bed. She pulled Tori's jeans and panties off her shins and cast them away. Her co-hort left her legs open, giving their invited voyeur who sat not three feet away, a good look. Nikki looked at him as she began to unbutton her halter top.

"Tori's such a bad girl," Nikki said tittilatingly and Eric tore his eyes from the beaver he was being flashed. His eyes drank in her sloping tits as she pulled her halter top off. Unlike Tori's, which welled up in the center of her chest, Nikki's tits sort of spread naturally to the sides, seeming to sprout out of her sternum and thicken as they dove to the sides.

"Nice tits," Eric said and he drained his beer. "Let's see the rest."

"You want to see the rest, do ya?" Nikki said, slowly unbuttoning her jeans. She could tell that Eric was sorting some major wood; his pants were tented almost obscenely.

"Yeah, trot out some more pussy," Eric said, looking again at Tori's tasty twat.

This guy's got a nasty streak in him,Nikki thought.I like that!

"Let's see what you got, Red?" Tori countered and pulled her T-shirt over her head.

"Sure, babe," Eric said with a smile and he began undoing his pants. "I've got something in here I think you little girls are going to like."

Nikki pulled her jeans down and kicked them off. She had gone sans panties that evening and she straightened to find Eric holding a nice fist of cock -- maybe seven inches long and the underside was crisscrossed with a system of prominent veins.

"Oooooo, Nikki! We got ourselves a player," Tori purred.

"Very nice," Nikki said, falling back on the bed alongside Tori, opening her legs in a similar fashion. She ran the fingers of her right hand into her curly dark muff and gave Eric a quick wink of pink. "When we're through, I want to feel that dick right up here."