Memoirs of a Swinger

This is the fifty first episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting tales from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is pretty much self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones although in this case it might help to have read episode fifty first.

It is the end of August 1985, Lesley is still in Miami with Kate as Daniel recovers from heart surgery. Meanwhile, Steven's coping with a changing household, new business opportunities and a romantic interest.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

I woke up at around ten on Sunday morning. Jemima was still fast asleep. Not surprising really, given that the previous night she'd apparently let Matt and two other guys fuck her at the party. I crept out of the bedroom not wanting to disturb her, although I was pretty sure she was dead to the world in any case.

Normally I might have lazed in bed myself but, knowing that Alice's dog, Coco was downstairs in the hallway, I just had to get up. Coco greeted me as I walked down the stairs, a big black bundle of Labrador joy just waiting to say hello. There was no mess in the hallway, nothing had been destroyed, it looked like she'd been well housetrained.

"Do you want to go pee?" I asked leading her out of the back door and into the garden.

I watched as she sniffed the perimeter then squatted and relieved herself, before returning to the back door to be let in. I praised her when she did and gave her a biscuit from the biscuit barrel as a reward. Then I realised that when she and Alice had arrived the night before there'd been no sign of dog food anywhere.

"Come on we'll go to the common," I told the dog, "then we'll stop at the corner shop on the way back."

"You know the only word of that she understood was food," Alice chuckled, surprising me.

I turned to see Alice in the tee shirt she'd been in after the party last night, nothing else. Coco scampered over to greet her, tail wagging.

"I know," I admitted. "But it's always comforting talking to dogs,"

Alice walked over to me and put her arms around my neck then gave me a kiss. I couldn't help grabbing her bare backside and squeezing it. She pushed her body against mine and I felt the beginnings of an erection.

"Thank you for letting me stay last night. I haven't slept so well in ages."

I could imagine it was the truth given what I'd seen of the pit she'd been staying in.

"You're welcome," I told her.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "But I've already promised Coco a walk."

"Well, would the two of you like some company on your walk. Or have you and Coco not finished your conversation yet?" she asked.

"I think we'd both be glad of the company," I told her.

We both put on some clothes then made the short walk to Wimbledon Common. Once there, Alice let Coco off the lead and Coco ran around excitedly but never lost eye contact with her mistress.

"She's a well-trained dog," I commented to Alice as we strolled.

"She should be. She's a trained gundog," Alice chuckled. "She cost my ex a fortune."

"So how do you come to have her?" I asked.

"He's in prison."

"What for?"

"Insider trading. He got fifteen years. You probably read about it in the papers. The tabloids loved it. The extravagant lifestyle, the cocaine, the sex and of course at the end of the day the retribution."

I did remember reading about it, six months or so ago.. There'd been a couple of traders manipulating the markets. Plenty of investors had been scammed and in my opinion they'd got what they deserved.

"It must have been difficult for you."

"I was only twenty-one when I met Graham, in my last year at college. He was thirty-five and I was seduced by the money and the lifestyle. I had it good for three years, I mean, REALLY good. Big house in Chingford, I drove a Porsche like yours and we lived life at a hundred miles an hour. It was exciting. But I was too young, too naïve, too stupid to realise what was happening. I stuck by him through the court case, which just dragged my name through the mud. At the end of it the people who I thought were my friends didn't want to know me, my parents disowned me and everything that had a value was repossessed by the creditors. I was only allowed to keep Coco because the bailiffs didn't know what to do with her. Now I give blow jobs to go a guy so he'll let me live in a condemned house with no electricity, and I let random guys fuck me at parties for money."

It was a bleak picture and I could see Alice was beginning to cry, so I guided her over to a bench and we sat down. I put my arm around her and let her sob into my shoulder. Coco came over and sat with us and I gave her head stroke as Alice let it all out.

"Stay with us for a while, until you get yourself sorted," I offered when she'd recovered a bit.

"Just because you fucked me last night doesn't make me your problem," Alice replied.

"I didn't say it did."

"So why would you do that for someone you'd hardly know?"

"Instinct I guess. something tells me you'd fit into our slightly odd household quite well."

"Why exactly?"

"Well, Firstly. My wife likes having a full house. We both do I guess. Both of the friends who've been living with us for a while now are about to leave. One's already told us and the other, I suspect, is about to do the same. We've already found one person to help fill the void but there is room for one more."

"And secondly?"

"We both like dogs."

"Oh. So it's Coco you really want," Alice laughed. Then she added, "I guess you'd be expecting sex?"

"Not if you didn't want it," I replied. "Look, Lesley and I are both swingers and most of our friends are too. But the offer to get you back on your feet stands, even if you don't want anything to do with that side of things."

"I function better when I get regular sex," Alice admitted. "I can't deny the kind of person I am. I just don't want it to be how I earn my keep. I can't pay you, but I can cook and clean. Having Coco makes it hard to find a full-time job but I can try."

"We could definitely do with some help," I confirmed. "And I think you might find there are a few willing dog sitters in the house too."

"Then yes, Coco and I would very much like to accept your offer of a place to stay."

Chapter 2

Alice and I stopped by the corner shop and I bought some dog food and a few doggy treats for Coco. When we got back to the house we saw Suzy's VW Golf in the driveway. Jemima must have been recounting her exploits from the previous night because from the hall-way all I could hear was,

"...The last guy was huge but by that stage I was ready for anything. I'm so sore now but it was worth it..."

We walked in to the kitchen/diner to find Jemima, Carole and her new boyfriend, Marcel, Suzy and Uwe all having a cup of tea. Suzy was the first to get up and gave me a long hug then Uwe and I shook hands and had a quick hug too while Coco said hello to everyone else. Although she lived with us Carole still hugged me good morning while Marcel and I nodded to each other.

"It's nice to see you," I told Suzy and Uwe.

"I was just clearing out my room to make way for Amelie tomorrow."

"There's no hurry," I said. "We've got other rooms."

"It's time for me to be moving on," Suzy said reaching out for Uwe's hand. "In any case I'm flying to Miami on Tuesday so I won't be around for a week.

"Miami?"

"I've got some holiday left and after all that Lesley and Kate and Daniel have done for me, I want to be there for them."

"That's really kind of you. I'm sure they'll appreciate it," I said giving her another hug. "It looks like we're going to have two guests now. Three, if you count Coco."

Nobody looked as surprised as I might have expected them to. I guess Jemima must have told them all about Alice and her circumstances.

"Hi again," Alice said self-consciously.

Carole was first to speak; she could be a bit blunt with strangers but this time she was kind.

"Well, if you have half the fun Suzy and I've had then you'll have a great time here."

"Erm... Jemima said you didn't bring much with you," Suzy said diplomatically. "I'm having a bit of a clear out, so if you want to come up and see if there's anything you'd like, you're welcome to it. The rest would only be going to the charity shop."

Alice quickly looked at me and seeing no objection she accepted Suzy's offer. Nothing of Lesley's was going to fit her whereas Suzy and Alice were much the same height, although Alice had more of a bust.

"Thank you, I'd appreciate that," Alice replied and the two girls and Coco disappeared upstairs.

"Never a dull moment. And I've not told Lesley yet," I chuckled after they'd gone.

"Somehow I don't think Lesley will mind," Carole told me. Then, looking at her watch, she announced, "The pubs are open. Why don't you and Uwe take Marcel and leave us girls to have a chat."

"It sounds like you're trying to get rid of us."

"Can I make it any more obvious?" Carole confirmed. "As soon as you tell Lesley about Alice, she's going to want to know what the 'sisterhood' thinks of her. And you have three of them here, so now would be a good time."

"Yes, it would," Jemima agreed, pleased to be considered a part of the sisterhood. "But can I borrow something of Lesley's to wear? I've only got my school uniform."

"I think it suits you."

"Well I guess I could wear it again if you want me to."

"No," I laughed. "I'm sure Lesley won't mind if you pick something out."

We took the Land Rover to a nice pub I knew, further out towards Epsom. I remembered that Marcel didn't drink so thought it best to find a decent pub where he could at least have a nice meal. It turned out that, having been to Carole's end of summer party weekend, Uwe already knew Marcel quite well. Better than me really and so the pub was a chance to put that right.

"How long are you planning to stay for," I asked.

"A couple of weeks," Marcel replied.

"That's quite a while," I said, a little surprised.

Marcel hesitated before speaking.

"I think Carole wanted to tell you herself but there's no secret. I'm looking to set up a dealership in London selling high end classic cars. A bit like one I have in Nice."

"So you're planning on spending some time here in the London?"

"It will give me something to do while Carole's working, but the long-term plan is that Rob, my son will run it."

I remembered Rob, although I'd never met him. He and Lesley had spent the night together in Scotland earlier in the year, when Carole and Marcel met. As I'd understood it they hadn't had sex though. The plan had been that they were going to meet up after we'd been to Florence, but Daniel's heart attack had put a stop to that. I didn't know what Marcel thought of his son meeting up with a married woman or even if he knew and so I kept quiet.

"Well, you're very welcome to stay with us whenever you want," I offered.

Marcel hesitated again.

"Thank you, but since we plan on spending some time here, I think we're going to need a base of our own."

"It sounds like things are getting serious," Uwe interjected.

"I guess they are," Marcel confirmed.

We got back to the house mid-afternoon and the girls were well into the third bottle of wine between the four of them. Everyone seemed very happy.

"Quick, change the subject," Jemima giggled.

"Do you want us to go out again?" I asked.

"We were just letting Alice know what she was letting herself in for," Carole told me.

"So she's been approved by the sisterhood?" I asked

"Better than that we called Lesley and Kate and let them interview Alice herself."

I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

"You didn't tell me your wife was the head of Durolitum Publishing," Alice added.

"I guess last night wasn't really the time," I said, trying to justify my actions.

Jemima whispered something to Carole secretly and the two of them started giggling.

"Well, Lesley was very supportive and she told me she'd like to read my book," Alice carried on. "Suzy's going to take a copy out for her on Tuesday."

"And tomorrow, Alice can have my room," Carole announced.

"Oh, right," I said, a little surprised.

"Kate very kindly suggested that perhaps Marcel and I would be better off staying at their house for a while."

"Ah ok."

"It makes sense Steven. You can move back here and besides, Marcel and I could do with a bit of space. You know, young love and all that."

"It makes sense," I admitted. "Though I'll be sad to see both you and Suzy go. Look, why don't we have a barbeque tomorrow night. Before you fly off, Suzy.

"I'd like that," Suzy confirmed.

"It will also be a good way of welcoming Amelie, and Alice," I added. "Sam and Carly should hopefully be back from their bike rally by then and we can invite Lynne and Siobahn and Izzie and her partner Matt too, Izzie's going to be Lesley's new P.A."

Jemima whispered something to Carole again and the two girls laughed.

"Oh yes you should definitely invite Matt," Jemima chuckled and the other girls joined in laughing.

Chapter 3

On bank holiday Monday morning Jemima borrowed my Porsche to drive back to her house and pick up some clothes, while I helped Carole and Marcel clear out Carole's room. Carole had bought a lot of the furniture and furnishings for the room herself and she left all that for Alice along with lots of toiletries, lotions and potions that must have cost a small fortune.

I then drove Carole, Marcel and their luggage to Daniel's house in the Land Rover. It wasn't worth driving back to Wimbledon and so I'd planned to go to the gym for a while before going on to Heathrow to pick up Amelie.

"Well, you've got to give it to Daniel, he always had good taste," Carole said after I'd shown them the ground floor rooms and the pool in the basement.

"You've not been here before?" Marcel asked his wife.

"Never, Daniel bought it after we split up," Carole confirmed. "What about the bedrooms, Steven. Which do you think we should use."

"Probably one of the guest rooms," I suggested that's what Jemima and I have been using.

I showed to the first floor and suggested a room, which Carole seemed happy with.

"Where do you sleep when you're with Kate?" she asked cheekily.

"In the main bedroom," I chuckled, giving them a quick view of the sumptuously furnished room.

"And where's the famous playroom?" she chuckled.

We ascended the staid to the second floor and the bedroom Daniel had created for playing in. It wasn't so much a playroom as a place where couples could relax and have sex. There was a huge bed, mood lighting, a sound system and a video player.

Carole went to take a look in the bathroom, leaving Marcel and I to stand around awkwardly. When she came back, she was naked.

"I've been wanting to get my two favourite men together all summer," she said walking towards us. "So I'm not about to waste an opportunity like this."

I'd wanted to fuck Carole for what had seemed like months now. She'd always had a special place in my affections and so I wasn't about to say no. But Carole was Marcel's girlfriend now and so I waited for him to agree before jumping in with both feet.

"I should have known this would happen," Marcel laughed.

"You're not going to deny me this opportunity are you?" Carole asked coyly, putting her arms around Marcel's neck and hugging him.

"You know I couldn't deny you anything," he replied.

The two of them kissed tenderly. I always thought I'd had a bit of unique ability to bring out Carole's softer side, but now I could see I wasn't the only one.

With one arm still around Marcel, Carole beckoned me closer. I put a hand on her tiny waist then moved in for a kiss. She let go of Marcel and put both arms around my neck, giving me a very passionate kiss indeed. Marcel moved behind her pressing himself against her backside and nuzzling her neck, a move I knew was guaranteed to get Carole swooning. I felt her undoing the belt on my jeans and unbuttoning my fly before reaching in and feeling for my cock. She gave it a few helpful strokes before turning around and doing the same for Marcel.

I took the opportunity to strip off my clothes before pressing myself against her. In her bare feet Carole was only five feet and an inch and so my cock pressed into the small of her back as she undressed her boyfriend. Then when we were both naked she sank to her knees and began to suck us off.

It was a novelty to see Carole playing with two cocks. I tried to think of the last time I'd shared her with another man but couldn't. There'd been Alain Besson of course, but that had been a while ago now. Most of the time it had just been the two of us, or the two of us and Lesley.

"That's a good girl," Marcel instructed. "Make us hard for you."

I'd always been rubbish at saying things like that to women but it came naturally to Marcel and seemed to have the right effect. Carole doubled down on our cocks and soon had us both ready for action. When she was satisfied she got up off her knees and kissed us both in turn.

"I think you know how I want to be done," she told us confidently.

Carole was the most delicate of women. She looked as if you weren't careful, you might accidentally break her. Nothing was further from the truth however, she'd been a gymnast in her youth and now in her forties she still ran and practised calisthenics most days, which was a good thing because Carole enjoyed being ridden hard.

"I think we both know what you want, darling," Marcel responded.

"Do you know if there's any lubricant?" Carole asked me.

"There's usually some in the bathroom," I replied, making a move to get it.

"I'll get it," Marcel offered. "Why don't you two get started without me."

Marcel disappeared into the bathroom and as soon as he'd gone Carole led me to the bed and we lay side by side as we kissed.

"I'm sorry it's been so long," she whispered to me.

"It's not your fault," I whispered back as I fingered her pussy.

"I was really looking forward to you and Lesley coming to our party."

"Me too," I admitted.

I pushed two fingers into Carole's vagina and was surprised at how moist she already was. She let out a small sigh of encouragement and so I pushed another finger inside her.

"Do you think we could we skip to the part where you're fucking me, Steven. I don't think I can wait much longer."

Carole was never afraid to tell you what she wanted and I liked that about her. I lifted myself up and she opened her legs for me then I climbed onto her missionary style. Carole reached down, took hold of my shaft then fed my cock into her pussy. I think we both sighed as I slipped inside her. Carole put her hands on my back and wrapped her legs around my waist and I began to pump her.

When Marcel came back from the bathroom he lay down beside Carole and the two of them kissed while I fucked her.

"Do her like a whore Steven," Marcel told me. "It's what the dirty little slut wants."

It definitely was what she wanted but I was surprised by how crudely Marcel talked about her. I took it slow to begin with, making sure that she was well lubricated, then began to up the tempo until I was pounding Carole as hard as I could. In what seemed like no time at all she orgasmed for the first time. I felt her digging her nails into my back while her legs clamped around me in a vice like grip.

"Roll me over Steven, I need both of you in me," Carole told me after the first wave of orgasm had passed.

I did as I was told, rolling us both over so that Carole was now on top and I lay on the bed. Quickly Marcel took up his position behind her, I could feel him rubbing lube into Carole's anus then when he'd slathered his cock in the stuff too he tried to penetrate her rectum. I lay still to make his job easier. Carole closed her eyes then winced and I knew he'd slipped in.