Memoirs of a Swinger

This is the fifty second 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.

This one is written from Lesley's perspective.

It's September 1985 and after almost three weeks of being there for Daniel and Kate in Miami, Lesley is taking a weekend off.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

It was Friday morning and I awoke with my arms draped around Suzy. I nuzzled into her, giving her a squeeze as I did.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning sleepy-head," she replied.

Suzy had arrived in Miami on the Tuesday, keen to support Kate and I while Daniel recovered from his heart operation in hospital. Daniel had been generous to Suzy over the last couple of years, buying her a car and giving her an expense account. So it was natural that she would want to repay that generosity by being there for him.

I was glad of Suzy's company. We hadn't really had a chance to talk since she'd announced that she was moving out of our house in Wimbledon, to live with Uwe. I'd been heartbroken at the time. Suzy was the first girl I'd really loved. But I knew it was the right move for her and besides she was only moving a couple of streets away. It felt like the end of an era though, what with Carole moving out too.

I was glad of Suzy's company for another reason though. Since Kate and I had arrived in Miami for Daniel's operation, Kate had become distant. We hadn't slept in the same bed since leaving Jamaica and, although we still ate meals together, when she wasn't with Daniel at the hospital Kate was by herself in her room. I tried to get her to go out but she wasn't really interested. It can't have been an easy time for her and this, I rationalised, was her way of coping.

So I'd joined a gym to occupy my spare time and to get rid of as much physical energy as possible. Poor Suzy probably didn't know what had hit her the first two nights we were together. I was such a ball of pent-up sexual frustration. But she let me get it out of my system and I loved her for that.

"So, are you looking forward to your weekend away with Rob?" Suzy asked.

"Very much," I replied.

"Does he know what he's letting himself in for?" she chuckled.

"Probably not," I admitted.

Rob was Marcel's son. The same Marcel who was now going out with Carole. Carole and I had met the two of them in Scotland a few months back. Carole and Marcel hit it off immediately and their relationship had moved on apace since then. I'd not seen Rob again, although I'd planned to visit him in France while Steven and I were at Carole's. Daniel's heart attack had put a stop to that however.

It was Carole who'd called me up a week ago to say that Rob was also in Forida at the same time as me, attending a car auction. I checked with Steven and he was ok with it, so I agreed to meet up with Rob for the weekend. I'd always wanted to go to Key West, so we made it a date

"Don't wear yourself out though," Suzy reminded me. "Steven will be here next week."

"That's if this Alice hasn't worn him out," I chuckled ironically. "You know he's taking her to a swinging party tonight and Amelie too."

"I do. Poor old Uwe's been left looking after the dog."

I had to laugh at that.

"I'm really looking forward to having a dog around the house," I admitted. "It's just it's owner I'm worried about."

"Alice is nice. You'll like her."

"Steven seems to."

"Are you jealous?"

"Of course."

"How do you think Steven feels about you and Daniel?"

I thought for a moment about how understanding Steven had always been toward Daniel and me. Suzy's point was well made, but I still couldn't get this vision of Alice with her red hair and perfect tits out of my brain.

"You're right," I told her. "And speaking of Daniel I'd better go visit him before Rob gets here."

I jumped out of bed and headed straight for the shower then, after some breakfast, took a taxi to the hospital.

Chapter 2

Bending over the hospital bed, I cupped Daniel's balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. When he was hard I popped the head into my mouth and began to use my tongue on it. Daniel stroked my thigh then pushed a hand up my dress and I parted my legs for him. I felt him pull my panties aside then two fingers pushed into my vagina. I sighed appreciatively and took all of his shaft into my mouth.

We had to be quick. Daniel's was a private room, but you never knew when a nurse or a doctor might walk in. The element of risk made it more exciting though and we'd been doing this a few mornings now. I'd taken it as a sign that Daniel was recovering. Not to mention that it was the only action I'd seen with a guy in weeks now.

When he ejaculated, Daniel's semen was weak and watery with a very bitter taste. I swallowed it all, on principle, though and afterwards, I took some tissues and cleaned Daniel up. Every time I thought I'd finished, a fresh dribble of cum would appear though and I'd have to start again. Then, adjusting my panties, I made a quick trip to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out.

"So, what news from Durolitum?" Daniel asked when I got back.

"Steven's taking his slut to this swinging party tonight," I told him.

"And that affects Durolitum because?"

"The party's to do with the Kiritur investment fund."

"Ah, right. I'm with you now," Daniel confirmed. "You know if he closes this deal it will mean another big bonus for him, which you as his wife will directly benefit from."

"I should be the one he should be taking to swinging parties, Daniel."

"You didn't have to stay here in Miami. You could have gone back to London with Steven."

"But I wanted to be here with you."

"So you put your requirements ahead of his."

"Don't you start. I've already had Suzy telling me I'm a hypocrite this morning."

"Perhaps it's because you are."

"He's invited her to live with us, without even giving me a say in it."

"I don't remember you giving him a say in whether Amelie was going to live with you."

"That's different."

"How?"

"I don't know Daniel. Alright?" I said, aware of how stupid my argument was. "Look, Steven was meant to fuck Jemima while I was away. I knew I could trust her. But then bloody Miles came out as gay and now Alice is there for him instead with her red hair and her perfect tits."

"You've not met this Alice?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"But you've spoken to her?"

"Yes."

"But you can't trust her."

"No"

"Has Steven met Rob, the guy you're going to Key West with?" Daniel teased.

"No."

"Has he spoken with him?"

"No."

"Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"I do," I admitted. "I'm just scared he'll like Alice more than he likes me, Daniel."

"That's not going to happen and you know it," Daniel told me reassuringly. "Unless you turn into the crazy psycho bitch from hell of course."

"You mean like I'm being now?" I chuckled.

"You and Steven are solid. Steven loves you and he'd move the world for you if you asked him. But you just need to trust him, like he trusts you."

"You're right. We've been apart too long I guess," I said giving Daniel a peck on the cheek.

"You'll see him next week and everything will feel just like it always has."

"You know she's written a book."

"Who?"

"Alice," I explained. "It's a bit rough around the edges at the moment but it I think it's got potential. Suzy brought it over with her and I couldn't stop reading it."

"What genre is it?"

"Fantasy."

"So what does the recently appointed head of Durolitum Publishing think we should do?"

"I'd like David's editor to read it. If he likes it then we should offer her a publishing deal. Maybe a small advance to help her out while she refines it."

"Let's see what David's editor thinks then."

"You know I really want to make a difference at Durolitum Publishing Daniel. Thank you for giving me the opportunity."

"I guess it's my way of saying thank you, but I also think you'll make a great chief exec. Beside you've got to be better than the last guy."

"What made you want to own a publishing house," I asked him.

"I liked going to cocktail parties," he chuckled.

I bent down and kissed Daniel on the lips. Our tongues swapped mouths and it felt good.

"I love you Daniel Davidson," I told him.

"I love you too," he told me reassuringly.

Chapter 3

I stayed at the hospital until it was time for Daniel's physiotherapy session. Apart from his interest in sex I could see that he was improving physically day by day. Hopefully in a week or two he'd be ready to fly back to London.

Returning to the hotel I showered for the second time that morning. Rob was going to pick me up at one o'clock and I wanted to be fresh for him. I also wanted to look nice so I put on quite a flattering short pleated tennis style skirt and a little polo top, finished off with a pair of white pumps. I thought it made me look casual but sophisticated.

Suzy was sharing my room but she wasn't there when I got back. When I called on Kate's room to say goodbye there was no reply. For a moment I thought I heard movement inside but nobody answered. Kate and Suzy were probably out shopping or already on their way to the hospital to do their shifts with Daniel I guessed.

As one o'clock approached I trundled my weekend case down to the lobby and waited for Rob to appear. He was late by about twenty minutes and I began to wonder if I'd overlooked him somewhere but then I recognised him walking in. If anything, he was a little more handsome than I remembered. About the same height as Steven but lean, with dark, slightly wavy hair. He was more tanned than when I'd last seen him. Wearing a shirt with his sunglasses hooked into the front, slacks, and loafers without socks, he looked sophisticated but relaxed.

"Lesley, finally," Rob said as he walked up to me.

Rob opened his arms to me and I wrapped mine around him. He smelled nice and I couldn't help letting out a little sigh.

"It's good to see you again," I told him. "I'm sorry about meeting up in France."

"It's not your fault," he told me. "It's good to be here with you now."

"It is," I agreed.

"Do you like cars?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Because you have to see what I've got for us," he said excitedly.

Rob picked up my suitcase and led me out to the hotel's car park and over to a grey-green sporty looking classic American muscle car.

"What do you think?"

"It looks nice," I said. "What is it?"

"It's a 1968 Ford Mustang GT, like the one they used in 'Bullitt'. Three hundred and ninety cubic inches of American Muscle. I've just bought it for a client in France but we've got it for the weekend."

I remembered watching Bullit, Steven had it in his video collection.

"Bullitt's the one with Steve McQueen and the car chase?"

"That's the one."

"It's a good film," I said walking around the car. "What's it go like."

"Strap yourself in baby and prepare to have your world rocked," Rob said cheesily.

Once we'd stowed my luggage in the boot (trunk), Rob fired up the car and it sprang into life with a roar followed by a throaty burble. Then we headed out of the car park.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked.

"Kind of," he said. "Basically we get on Highway one and drive to the end. We might have to buy a street map to find our hotel though. You did book one didn't you?."

"Well, it wasn't actually me that booked it, but I've got the address. How far is it?"

"About a hundred and seventy miles. We should be there early evening."

The weather for our journey wasn't great. We were still in Florida's rainy season and some wind was forecast too. Over the past few weeks, I'd become accustomed to the hot humid conditions outdoors but I also had a new-found appreciation for aircon, especially at the gym.

We drove down through the Southern Glades until we finally reached the start of the Keys. Rob pulled the car over in Key Largo and we braved the rain running into something that called itself a restaurant and tiki bar. It was mid-afternoon and there were a few people drinking a beer or having a coffee. We took a table by the window, ordered some food and something to drink then looked out at the rain falling on the water.

"It's not a great day," Rob admitted. "Tomorrow's meant to be better though."

"For the last few weeks I've seen three places in Miami. The hotel, the hospital and the gym. So it's nice to be anywhere other than them. Plus it's a bonus to be with a man who isn't confined to a hospital bed," I chuckled.

"That's a pretty low bar," Rob joked.

"Don't worry, I've got some pretty strenuous requirements for you later," I told him cheekily.

Rob looked concerned.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Your husband, Steven. He's alright with this?" he asked.

"I wouldn't do it if he wasn't," I reassured Rob.

"It's just that my dad told me to watch my step. Steven scares him a bit."

"I can understand that. He's protective of Carole."

"So I imagine he'd be even more protective of his wife."

"Steven and I are both swingers, Rob. Tonight, back in London, he's going to be fucking a cute little redhead with perfect tits. So don't think he's home alone pining for me."

"Ok," Rob said a little bit taken aback by my candour.

"Look, Steven knows I fancy you and he trusts my judgement. We've been apart for a while now and he just wants me to enjoy myself. In any case you're Marcel's son, so you're not a complete stranger. Plus, he knows you're a gentleman."

"How?"

"Because you didn't fuck me in Scotland, even though I practically begged you to."

"I wanted to, just in case you were unsure about that."

"I should hope so because I'm usually pretty hard to resist," I joked. Then seriously, I added, "But this time you don't have resist, Ok?"

"Ok."

The rain had stopped temporarily as we walked back to the car and, when we were both inside, Rob finally made his move.

"Would now be a good time for kiss?" he asked.

"The hotel lobby would have been a better one," I joked. "But this is fine."

Rob leaned over and we had our first full on kiss, which was more than nice. I reached across and, pulling the hem of his shirt out, pressed my hand against his midriff. It was the reassurance he seemed to need that it was ok to touch me. I felt his hand slip between my thighs and I opened my legs for him. Rob pressed his hand firmly against my pussy and I sighed into his mouth.

"How fast do you reckon this car goes?" I asked.

"Pretty fast," he told me. "Why?"

"Because we need to get to the hotel as soon as possible."

Of course, I didn't realise it at the time, but this fumble in the Mustang pretty much marked the start of our relationship. Rob and I were never what you'd call lovers. I never really had feelings for him in the same way I had them for Daniel or Jason, and certainly not like I did for Steven. But Rob was a guy I could just mess about with, have a pint with, be his wingman on nights out, or let him be mine on the times when I went on the prowl. I don't think Rob ever really had any romantic feelings toward me either. Rob's love interest lay elsewhere (but more of that another time).

Strangely enough though, because of this lack of romance between us, Rob and Steven would become good mates. They were the same age, had similar interests and Rob had no connection with Durolitum, which meant they never had to talk about work. The thing was, Steven knew Rob wasn't a threat. He knew he could leave me with Rob and that Rob would look out for me. He'd probably fuck me too, but there was never any of my emotional angst for Steven to deal with when I returned. Just a happy wife.

But that was all in the future. For now, we just had to make it to the hotel, quickly.

Chapter 4

When we got closer to Key West we stopped at a gas station to fill up and buy a street-map. With the directions Mary, Daniel's assistant had faxed to me, I was able to navigate us to the hotel in the Historic Seaport area of the town. Both Rob and I were a bit taken aback when we saw where we were staying. I'd seen it was called a spa hotel but I hadn't expected it to be so up market.

We checked in and a bellboy took us to our room overlooking the ocean. There were flowers and a bottle of champagne waiting for us and next to the flowers was a card. While Rob tipped the bellboy, I opened the card. It read. 'Have fun. Love, Daniel."

"Someone's got an admirer!" Rob teased.

"It's from Daniel. I guess, this is his way of saying thank you."

"Do you want me to open the champagne?" Rob asked.

"No," I told him, putting the card back in its envelope then wrapping my arms around Rob's neck. "I want you to fuck me."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he chuckled.

Picking me up, Rob carried me to the bed and placed me on it. Lying down next to me he rested on his side then pushed his hand between my legs again. I opened them for him and felt his fingers tease my thighs before he pressed them against my white cotton panties. I kissed him passionately then in an act of sexual desperation I unhitched Rob's belt and undid his fly. In no time at all I'd pulled his cock out of his pants and was beginning to stroke it.

Rob pulled my panties to one side and pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy. For a moment I thought about how Daniel had fingered me earlier that day, but unlike Daniel, Rob was just 'testing the water'. It didn't take him long to figure out I was more than ready to be fucked and, when he realised, he yanked down my panties and got ready to climb on to me.

"Hang on, I don't want to ruin the pleats on this skirt," I told him. "And besides I'd rather we were naked."

"Sorry," Rob replied. "I got a bit carried away."

"No need to apologise," I told him. "I know I'm hard to resist," I chuckled.

Rob and I undressed as quickly as we could and when we were both naked he climbed onto me again. This time I didn't stop him.

I can't begin to describe the overwhelming sense of relief I felt as Rob slipped his cock into me. Emotionally, spending the last few days with Suzy had been priceless, but I'd have made a terrible lesbian. Physically, I needed a man. It had been three weeks since I'd last had proper sex and hadn't gone that long without it since university. In fact it had been years since I'd gone more than a few days. Even when Steven and I had only seen each other at weekends, Daniel had been there to fill the gap, so to speak.

Rob felt much lighter on top of me than Steven. I was used Steven's muscular bulk. But, that said, I wasn't about to kick Rob out of bed because of it. He was a good kisser and he knew how to grind himself against me for maximum effect. It must have been very obvious how desperate I was to cum though, because he teased me, pumping me hard and getting me close to climax, then backing off and leaving me frustrated, then pumping hard again. After five minutes I was begging him to let me cum. He continued toying with me for a minute or so longer then gave me what I wanted in a series of deep thrusting pumps that took me over the edge.

When my orgasm finally arrived, I clamped my legs around Rob's backside and ground myself against him, while Rob, with short sharp strokes, to attempted to penetrate me deeper every time. We kept going for as long as my climax lasted and only when I'd extracted every ounce of pleasure from my orgasm did my legs release their grip on him.

"Thank you," I told him as he gave me a moment to recover. "You can get off me now I need to get something to eat."