Memoirs of a Swinger

This is the fifty sixth 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.

It's October 1985 and since Daniel's heart attack, Lesley hasn't had much opportunity to let her hair down. So, leaving Amelie with Daniel in London, Steven arranges for Lesley to spend a weekend with their friends in Devon.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

Steven lay back on the leather sofa in his office while Mary, his personal assistant, knelt on the floor in front of him, her ample breasts wrapped around his cock as she slid them up and down his length.

Mary had been Daniel's assistant, until his heart attack a couple of months before. Now, since Steven was CEO of Durolitum, it made sense for her to become his. In her younger days, Mary, Daniel and Carole had been swingers together. But Mary had wanted a family, so she'd given it up. Now, ten years later, with two young children and a husband no longer interested in sex, quickies with Daniel in the office had been as close to sexual fulfilment as Mary got. Steven felt bad about playing with another man's wife behind his back but Daniel had set a precedent and Mary clearly expected the same employee benefits from her new boss.

To say that it was a chore for Steven wouldn't have been fair though. Mary had great breasts and a nice backside too for a woman in her later thirties. It was just that he hadn't exactly been short of sex that particular week. With Lesley looking after Daniel from Monday to Wednesday, Alice had taken it upon herself to make sure that Steven was well looked then. Monday evening had been a threesome with Jemima, Tuesday had just been him and Alice, while on Wednesday it had been another threesome, this time with Amelie. Now it was Thursday. Lesley would be back home that evening, which almost certainly meant more sex.

The sensation of his shaft gliding between Mary's fleshy mounds, as his balls rubbed against her sternum, was exquisite. Every so often however, Mary would stop and take his length into her mouth, then let him pull her head down onto his cock and throat fuck her, just enough to make her gag. Strings of saliva dribbled out of Mary's mouth and down onto her cleavage, providing lubricant for the next round of tit fucking.

When he came, Steven's cum spurted out like a geyser from between Mary's breasts, leaving globules of the stuff over her chest and neck. Then, letting him watch, Mary carefully scooped up the ejaculate with her fingers before licking them clean. She looked like the cat that had got the cream.

Afterwards she cooly replaced her bra and tucked in her blouse, leaving Steven sitting on the sofa, his cock returning to a flaccid state. Mary didn't kiss. For some reason that was where she drew the line. It seemed strange to Steven but he wasn't about to question her values.

"I guess, I'll see you on Monday then," she told Steven as she smoothed down her tight-fitting navy office skirt.

"Yes, Monday," Steven responded. "Thank you for sorting everything out for the weekend."

"It wasn't a problem. Make sure you have fun," she said with a knowing smile.

"And thank you for making me cum, too."

"You're welcome," she chuckled as she walked out the room her hips swaying provocatively from side to side.

Chapter 2

On Friday morning, the house in Wimbledon was buzzing. Some of the girls were busy making breakfast for everyone, while the boys, along with Lesley and Suzy poured over a road-atlas, making notes.

"How long do you think it will take to get there?" Lesley asked.

"Five hours," Sam estimated. "It's about four to Exeter with stops then about forty-five minutes to do the last bit."

"I've never been to Dartmoor before," Lesley offered

"Me neither," Steven added.

When Steven had first suggested taking Lesley away for the weekend, a group outing wasn't what he'd had in mind. But it was what Lesley had wanted and Steven understood. Lesley's friends meant the world to her and the last few months had made it difficult for her to stay in touch with them. So Mary had been tasked with finding a house somewhere private where they could all get together and have a relaxing weekend.

To begin with he'd asked Sam and Uwe whether they and their partners, Carly and Suzy, were free. It was short notice but Steven knew they'd make themselves available for Lesley regardless of the timescales. As it turned out there was an unexpected upside to the arrangement too. Uwe had recently bought himself a motorbike, to celebrate being promoted to Head of Consulting for Durolitum, and he suggested that the boys could ride down to Devon while the girls drove. Steven didn't need asking twice and Sam was always up for a bike trip.

There were others Lesley wanted to invite too. Alice for starters and Jemima too, but also Izzie who had been her lifeline at Durolitum while she'd been in Miami. She would have liked to have invited Amelie as well but Amelie needed to look after Daniel. Lesley felt bad about leaving her behind, knowing that she'd be missing out.

Lesley also tried to invite Rob, Marcel's son, to even out the ratio of boys to girls a little. But Rob had a friend visiting him from France and apparently Rob's friend had a girlfriend who he was pretty serious about. Rob doubted his friend would want to participate in what was obviously going to turn into a weekend where sex was involved and Lesley couldn't argue with that. But she left the invite open though, just in case he changed his mind.

Inviting Izzie, also meant inviting her partner Matt. Steven had no idea whether Matt could ride a motorbike or not. He'd certainly not mentioned he could in the past but then the subject had never really come up. It turned out that Matt had learned to ride while in the army. He didn't own a bike but said he'd be able to borrow one off a mate. Steven suspected that Blackfinch would arrange one for him, along with some riding gear, and when Matt arrived in Wimbledon on Friday morning, his kit was so new it looked like it still had the price tags on.

After a hearty breakfast they closed up the house and, with all the luggage loaded into the cars, the boys said goodbye to their partners. Steven kissed Lesley goodbye, then Alice.

"Be careful," Alice told him, giving him a hug.

"What about me?" Jemima piped up, demanding the same treatment.

"I'm sorry," Steven apologised, then flattered Jemima by adding, "I was saving the best until last."

"Charmer," she told him and gave him a kiss.

With Steven on his Harley, Sam on a Guzzi, Uwe on a BMW and Matt on a Honda the four of them set off. Sam took the lead as he was the most experienced rider and also the one who knew the way. Uwe rode behind him and Matt behind Uwe, with Steven bringing up the rear. Steven could see that Matt was a bit rusty on the bike to begin with. His manoeuvring through London traffic was less confident than Sam and Uwe's. Sam had noticed this too and slowed the pace down to give Matt time keep up. That was the thing about Sam, he was so good at everything he did. Yet he had infinite patience with those who didn't share his ability, which was pretty much everyone.

Eventually the four of them made it out of London and onto the M3, then onto the A303 in the direction of Exeter. Their first stop was a petrol station and diner just outside Andover where they refuelled. It was mid-October and although the weather was still mild they were ready to stretch their legs by then.

Just as they'd paid for their fuel a group of bikers pulled in behind them. It was clear to see they were a club of some sort, but unusually, every one of them just wore a bottom rocker on their vest that said "Prospect". They took their turns filling up then parked up next to the four friends. The first one off his bike was a big guy and looked like the leader of the group.

"Where you headed?" he asked in a friendly tone.

"Dartmoor," Steven replied. "How about you?"

"Glastonbury," the biker replied.

"How come your patches all say prospect?" Steven asked out of curiosity.

"We're prospecting for Valhalla's Own. Hoping to be the first English Chapter."

"You're kidding. I met Rico, their president," Steven told the guy.

Steven pulled out his wallet and retrieved the calling card that Rico had given him after the fight outside the bar in Colorado earlier that summer. For some reason he'd kept it in his wallet.

"Here," he said, showing the biker the card.

"No shit. What's Rico like?"

"Tough, no nonsense."

"That's what I've heard. How did you meet him?"

"In a bar in Colorado. We got into a fight with a couple of his guys. The guy I was with pulled a gun on them. It wasn't loaded, but they didn't know that at the time. We parted on good terms though."

"Fuck," the biker said. "Rico's coming to Europe next month. We're hoping to get patched over then."

"If you see him, would you mind giving him my card," Steven said pulling a calling card with his phone number on it. "Tell him it's from Mary Poppins. Hopefully he'll remember."

"Mary Poppins," the guy chuckled. "I'll do that."

"Thanks."

"Anyway, we should get going," the biker said. "I'm Conan by the way."

"Steven. Pleased to meet you," Steven said. "Ride safe."

"You too."

Conan nodded to the four of them then got back on his bike and he and his crew rode off.

"Ready to continue?" Sam asked as they watched the group rode away.

The three others nodded agreement and so they got back on their bikes and headed off.

Chapter 3

The girls needed two cars to transport the six of them plus a dog and all their luggage. Lesley drove Kate's old Range Rover, borrowed from Daniel, for the journey. Jemima rode shotgun with Alice and Coco the black labrador in the back. Meanwhile Suzy drove Uwe's BMW, taking Carly and Izzie with her.

In London traffic the boys soon left the girls behind but once they hit the motorway, the girls could travel at the same speed, if not faster than the boys, and definitely in more comfort.

Lesley had been looking forward to getting away, although she felt a bit guilty for only putting in four days at the office on her first week back. In that time though she'd signed up both Alice and Adam Trent for Durolitum Publishing, so it had been a good start. Alice was on a three-book deal that included her debut novel, while Lesley had persuaded Adam to let Durolitum publish his next graphic novel. Adam was hot property in the world of sci fi and fantasy and while graphic novels didn't sell as well as traditional books, Lesley hoped this might lead to him letting them publish his books in future.

"It's a shame there aren't more boys coming," Jemima sighed.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" Alice teased from the back seat.

"It's alright for you, you've got a man and a regular supply of it now," Jemima retorted.

Alice felt satisfaction at the comment. She did have a man now. Well, at least she shared a man.

"We let you join us on Monday night," Alice argued.

"And now it's Friday. What's your point?"

"Don't worry," Lesley told her. "We'll get the guys to draw straws for you tomorrow night, Duck," Lesley said using Jemima's nickname.

"And the loser can sleep with you," Alice laughed.

Alice and Jemima squabbled like kids for a while after that and, listening to them, Lesley realised how much the two had become friends. It was Steven and Jemima who'd rescued Alice from the desperate surroundings she and Coco had been living in and now it seemed that she was in some way bonded to both of them. Jemima's affection for Alice was more of a mystery though, but there was no denying that Alice brought out Jemima's fun side

"I did ask Rob if he wanted to join us," Lesley added.

"Someone else you've both slept with," Jemima observed.

"Lesley slept with him. I just let him fuck me. Twice actually," Alice teased.

"Just kill me now," Jemima sighed dramatically. "How did I become the spinster of the parish?"

"You won't be for long," Lesley reassured her.

"And in the meantime, I'm here for you," Alice told her friend reaching over to the front seat and touching Jemima affectionately.

"I suppose," Jemima sighed again, taking hold of Alice's hand and giving it a squeeze.

Chapter 4

It was the guys who arrived first, at around four in the afternoon. They'd stopped again just outside Exeter, for fuel and a quick sandwich then made the final push towards Dartmoor. Finding the place wasn't as hard as it could have been thanks to Sam's navigational skills.

The converted stone barn that was to be their home for the weekend sat in its own wooded grounds on the edge of a small Dartmoor village.

"Not bad," Sam said when they'd parked up their bikes. "And the pub's only just down the road too."

"Mary's done us proud," Steven agreed.

Steven found the key to the front door, discretely left under a plant pot. He unlocked the door and the boys walked into the building.

The barn must have been a couple of hundred years old but had been completely gutted before being restored. It was a huge, well-lit, open-plan kitchen, dining and living space, stretching the length of the barn and up to the exposed rafters above, big enough for twelve people. A small minstrels gallery at one end of the barn acted like a mezzanine, overlooking the floor below. Attached to the barn at right angles was a newly constructed annex containing six identical bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. The annex lacked the rustic charm of the barn itself but the rooms were pleasant enough and it meant that nobody got stuck with the box room and a single bed.

Given that the bedrooms were all the same there was no choosing to be done and the boys took a room each then unpacked their panniers before making a cup of tea while they waited for the girls to arrive.

"So, tell us what's going on with Alice?" Sam pried. "Carly says she's your 'girlfriend' now."

"It was Lesley's idea," Steven replied a bit defensively. "She thought I needed one."

"Uh huh," Sam said slightly sarcastically, making Uwe chuckle.

"I don't have to explain a thing to you if I don't want to," Steven said laughing at himself

"But you're going to because we're mates," Sam countered.

"Ok, she's my girlfriend. In fact she's more than that. She's got a tattoo like Lesley's that says she belongs to me and she wears a wedding ring to let other guys know she's taken. And you know what? I am more than ok with that. In fact I feel pretty fucking good about it"

"So you like her then?" Sam joked.

"I do."

"And is she off limits to the rest of us?"

"No. It's her choice who she goes with," Steven confirmed. "But Alice desperately wants to be one of the gang and she doesn't want to be treated any differently to Lesley."

"And you and Izzie?" Sam asked, turning his attention to Matt.

"Same for us. We're both happy to go with the flow." Matt confirmed.

"The same goes for Jemima too by the way," Steven said. Then he added, "Just be careful with her, she can be a bit fragile. Her confidence needs boosting not knocking."

"Understood," Sam said. "Always good to get these things clear, up front. Especially as a few of the faces have changed since we last did something like this."

"As one of those new faces I should say, I know I'm here because of Izzie but thanks for including me and I hope I didn't slow you down too much today."

"You're very welcome," Uwe added, "And I'll tell you for free, Suzy's already got her eye on you. After the week I spent with Amelie I'm looking to get into her good books, so if you could see your way to keeping her happy..."

"I'll do my best," Matt chuckled.

"So what's the plan boss?" Uwe asked.

"Well, Mary booked us in for a meal at the pub this evening. After that I think Lesley and I are going to have a quiet night tonight. We need to do a bit of catching up."

"Us too," Sam said. "Carly and I hardly get to spend any time together at the moment. She spends all her time getting ready for the new shop. Poor thing's exhausted."

"I've spent most of the week in Germany so a night to catch up would be good."

"Then tomorrow I thought we could go out for the day. I'd like to have a pint in a pub in some quaint fishing village."

"I know just the place."

"Then in the evening, Mary organised a private chef to come out and feed us."

"You're kidding," Uwe laughed.

"No, It's all arranged. "You've all brought your dinner jackets?"

"As instructed," Sam confirmed.

"Then, once they've gone, we can party."

Chapter 5

The girls arrived at the barn around an hour later. They'd stopped on the way for some lunch and to let Coco stretch her legs. The guys helped them bring in all of the luggage, along with the provisions they'd brought to keep them going until they could do a shop in the morning. Steven, Sam, Uwe and Matt had already picked out bedrooms leaving Alice and Jemima to choose from the two remaining.

"Do you want to share?" Jemima asked.

"If you'd like to," Alice replied hopefully. "And you don't mind Coco joining us of course."

"I'd like to," Jemima agreed.

The two girls carried their luggage into the room and dumped it on the bed. Coco followed, sniffing her way around the unfamiliar environment.

Jemima turned to Alice and took hold of Alice's hands.

"Did you mean what you said in the car, about being there for me?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course I did. A hundred percent," Alice confirmed.

"Thank you," Jemima replied.

"Come here?" Alice told her, pulling her closer.

The two girls embraced and Alice reached in to kiss Jemima on the mouth.

"I'm always here for you," Alice reassured her friend, then kissing her again she added, "And it's not just because I think you're really sexy."

Jemima hugged Alice and the two girls stayed connected for a while.

"Come on, they'll be wondering where we've got to," Alice added, offering Jemima her hand and leading her back to the others.

It was half past five by the time everyone had reassembled in the kitchen.

"Tea coffee or something stronger?" Lesley asked the two girls.

"Tea for me," Jemima chirped.

"I'd better take Coco out for a walk. It's beginning to get dark already," Alice answered.

"Steven'll go with you, won't you?" Lesley suggested.

"Of course," Steven replied then, speaking to the dog, added, "Come on Coco, let's go explore."

Steven found a torch in one of the cupboards just in case it got dark while they were out then the two of them put on their jackets and set off with Coco in tow.

"They seem to be getting along well," Carly observed when they'd gone.

"They do, don't they," Lesley said, pleased with herself.

"She's besotted with him," Jemima added.

"Aren't you worried she might like him a bit too much?" Sam asked.

"Steven's been very tolerant of me and my relationships with other men."

"But they don't live with you," Carly pointed out.

"I'm surprised at you Carly," Lesley responded. "I always thought you were the most free spirited of all of us."

Carly blushed slightly.

"I guess getting engaged has made me look at things a bit differently. I mean I still enjoy swinging. I'm just not sure I could share my partner as much as you and Steven do."

"But that's because your fiancé is an actual bona-fide sex god," Sam added in a self-mocking tone.

"Precisely," Carly agreed, joining in on the joke.

"Alice is no different to me a couple of years ago," Suzy said, coming to Lesley's defence. "Steven and Lesley took me in when I needed help and I was their lover. Then, one day I met my prince charming and it was time to move on to the next chapter of my life."