Memoirs of a Swinger

This is the fifty seventh 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. This episode will be the first part of a three-part story. I tried squeezing it all into one episode, but it was just going to be too long, so it made sense to split the tale into three logical bite sized chunks.

It's November 1985 and Steven and Lesley are coming to terms with the fall out from Daniel's heart attack and what it means for them and the lives they are leading.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

By the beginning of November 1985 Steven and Lesley's marriage was returning to some sort of normality. They were both living under the same roof, no longer on separate continents, spending time together and getting back into a routine. Steven was preparing to take over as CEO of Durolitum Investments in the new year while Lesley was getting her feet under the desk at Durolitum Publishing. A new normal was emerging, although things weren't quite the same as they'd been before the summer.

For a start, Suzy and Carole no longer lived at the house in Wimbledon. Suzy having moved out to start a life with Uwe and Carole to spend more time with Marcel in Provence. In no time at all, it seemed they'd been replaced by Alice and Amelie.

In return for certain financial incentives however, Amelie, had subsequently agreed to temporarily move in with Daniel for a month while he convalesced. This had left Steven, Lesley, and Alice pretty much to themselves for a month and in that time, they'd become like an old married throuple, completely comfortable around each other. Steven loved it. The girls got along like a house on fire and of course they doted on him.

Amelie hadn't gone for good though and her time as Daniel's live-in companion was almost at an end. The coming weekend marked the end of their time together, with Daniel now fit enough to cope on his own.

Like everyone, Steven was relieved that Daniel was recovering well from his heart operation. It was a relief to know that his friend and boss was getting better. But it was also a relief that Lesley had been able to step back from looking after Daniel. The time they'd spent apart, when Lesley had been looking after Daniel in Miami had certainly put a strain on their marriage.

As far as Steven was concerned Amelie had been a godsend. Having her move in with Daniel had taken a lot of the pressure off Lesley. But now that Daniel could look after himself, Amelie's job was done and Steven knew that Lesley was keen to pick up with him once again. Despite the age difference the two of them had always had a connection and if he hadn't had Alice, it might have bothered him more. But since meeting Alice he'd begun to understand that you could have strong feelings for more than one person.

Chapter 2

Although Daniel had made moving in with him more than worth her while, Steven still hadn't expected to see Amelie in the rather expensive Rowley's steak house that Friday lunchtime. And with a good-looking man he didn't know.

He'd gone to the restaurant to discuss business with Nasser al Kahle, whose Kiritur investment fund was now a significant investor in Durolitum. When they walked in together, the two men could hardly ignore Amelie and her lunch date, however much she might have wanted them to.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Steven said, trying to sound casual.

"Me neither," Amelie admitted. "Erm, this is my friend Richard. Richard, this is Steven Carter, he's the boss of the company I work for, and this is Nasser al Kahle, one of its major investors."

It must have been a bit embarrassing for Amelie to introduce her date to two men she'd previously fucked but, if Richard sensed it, he was a gentleman and confidently stood up to shake both of their hands.

"Good to meet you," he told them.

"You too," Steven replied. "I'm sorry, though, we didn't mean to interrupt."

"Richard was just taking me for a quick bite to eat. I'll only be out of the office for an hour," Amelie said nervously.

Nobody got out of Rowley's in less than ninety minutes, Steven thought to himself.

"Take as long as you like. It is Friday after all," he told her. "But we'll leave you to it. Nice to have met you, Richard."

As they walked away Nasser chuckled.

"That was awkward."

"You're not kidding," Steven replied.

Chapter 3

After lunch with Nasser, Steven returned to the office and spent the rest of the afternoon, catching up with his direct reports then tackling the mountain of paperwork on his desk. People tended to leave work a little earlier on Fridays and by five o'clock it seemed like he was pretty much the only person left in the building. Mary, his personal assistant had left an hour earlier, and he'd lost track of time reading market reports, when there was a knock on his office door.

"Come in," he shouted.

The door opened and Amelie looked in cautiously.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Of course," Steven told her getting up from his desk and guiding Amelie over to the sofa. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to explain about earlier," Amelie said sitting down next to him.

"There's no need."

"All the same," she continued.

"Ok."

"Richard and I have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now," she began. "It's been mainly lunchtimes what with looking after Daniel."

"But this is your last weekend, isn't it?"

"It is," she confirmed. "And I'm really looking forward to moving back to Wimbledon."

"We're looking forward to having you back. Lesley in particular," Steven reassured her.

Amelie blushed at the mention of Lesley. Steven knew they had a girlish crush on each other.

"I thought perhaps next weekend we could all go out and I could introduce you to Richard properly."

"Lesley's going to be away next weekend, but Alice and I will be around."

"I'd forgotten. She's off with Jason, the American, isn't she?"

"That's right," Steven said a bit self-consciously.

"It's you I really want Richard to meet, Steven. To get your approval."

"Richard doesn't need my approval," Steven chuckled.

"If I want to be a part of everything that goes on around here, he does. I don't want a boyfriend who's going to hold me back."

"What does Richard do?"

"He's a model."

"That figures. He wasn't a bad looking bloke," Steven chuckled.

"I know. I can't believe my luck," Amelie admitted.

"He's the lucky one, Amelie."

"Thanks."

Steven thought for a moment then added,

"I never really told you how much I appreciate what you've done for Daniel. Not just for him but for us as well. It helped Lesley and me get our life back on track and I'm grateful for that."

"It wasn't completely selfless on my part. Daniel did pay me, if you remember," Amelie chuckled. "And just so you know, we've agreed to keep seeing each other a few times a month."

Selfishly, Steven was glad to hear this. He assumed there would be some incentive involved but that was between her and Daniel.

"It wasn't easy at times though. Sex wise," she admitted.

"I'm sure we can put that right next week," Steven chuckled.

"I'm not sure I can wait that long, Steven," Amelie replied. "I do have needs too you know."

Steven considered the situation before responding.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, tongue in cheek.

Almost before he'd finished speaking, Amelie had hitched her skirt up and straddled him. Pinning him back against the sofa.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she told him as she began undoing his tie.

Steven was surprised by her boldness. A month living with Daniel seemed to have made Amelie more confident in her herself.

"What about Richard?" he asked out of politeness.

"Like I said, I don't want a boyfriend who's going to hold me back."

"Then you'd better lock the door, just in case we get interrupted."

Amelie smiled then got up from Steven's lap and walked over to the door, skirt still hitched up around her waist. Steven admired her slender backside as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in anticipation. When she returned, Amelie was about to jump back onto him when he stopped her.

"Take your skirt off first, and your panties," Steven instructed as he stroked his cock in preparation.

Amelie stood in front of Steven and wriggled out of her navy-blue work skirt then pulled down her panties to reveal a neatly shaven pussy and stockinged legs.

"Do you want me to take my blouse off too?" she asked.

"No, I'm going to do that?" Steven told her holding out a hand.

Amelie took it and straddled him again letting Steven finger her as she knelt over his lap. Steven pushed two fingers inside, making her shudder.

"I'm already wet." Amelie admitted. "I let Richard finger me in his car after the meal. He wanted to fuck me and I really wanted to fuck him, but I had to get back to work."

"It sounds like you're desperate," Steven teased.

"I am. Let me sit on your cock. Please, Steven."

"Go on then."

Steven held his cock steady as Amelie greedily sank down onto him, sighing as she felt him enter her.

"That's better," she told him as she rocked her hips against him.

Slowly Steven unbuttoned her blouse and, when it was fully undone, he reached around and unclipped her bra strap. Amelie didn't have much in the way of breasts, but she had pert nipples and Steven was intent on sucking them. But when he finally reached his target there was a sudden knock at the door. Amelie giggled quietly and Steven pressed his finger to her lips. It was the same finger that had only recently been inside her vagina and Amelie took pleasure in licking it salaciously as the two of them looked at each other in silence.

The caller waited a moment before knocking again. Then they tried the doorhandle but seeing that the door was locked settled for slipping an envelope under it. Steven realised it must have been Terry the finance director, hand delivering a report he'd asked for earlier, and breathed a sigh of relief as he heard him walking away.

"Good job I locked it," Amelie chuckled. "Now where were we?"

Steven descended on Amelie's nipples, sucking and chewing on them as Amelie gyrated her hips on his cock, grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone. The girl really was in heat and didn't stop until she'd brought herself off. She struggled to keep quiet though, letting out little high-pitched whimpers on the way to her climax then sighed deeply when she orgasmed. Steven let her recover for a moment and she rested, impaled on his cock.

"You know, you never really kiss me," Amelie told him.

She was right, Steven thought to himself. When they'd had sex in the past it had either been a quickie or as part of a group. Neither situation had lent itself to prolonged kissing, if any at all.

"I'm sorry," Steven told her, genuinely feeling bad about it. "It's not because I don't want to."

He moved his head closer to Amelie's and the two of them kissed, properly. Amelie did that sexy little thing that girls do, sighing into his mouth and he found himself pushing his cock up into her tight little pussy and at the same time pulling her hips down onto him.

"I know I'm not Alice," she told him when they came up for air, "But I still belong to you. And Lesley of course."

"What about Richard," Steven chuckled, "or Daniel for that matter."

"Richard's handsome and fun and kind and considerate, and I want a boyfriend because I don't want to be playing gooseberry all the time. But I belong to you and Lesley," she explained. "Besides, Richard knows he's onto a good thing with me, so he's flexible about who I fuck."

"I see," Steven chuckled.

"As for Daniel," she continued, "I like him. You know he can be really kinky."

"So, people keep saying."

"He needs me right now, but he's going to get back with Kate eventually and then he won't," she said bluntly.

"You reckon?"

"I'd put money on it. He's already written her a couple of letters, and I know he got at least one back."

Although the news didn't surprise Steven, he hadn't expected that Daniel and Kate would be talking so soon.

"So," Amelie asked hopefully. "Would you mind if I got a tattoo like Lesley and Alice? The one that shows I belong to you."

Secretly Steven was flattered and wondered what he'd done to deserve such loyalty.

"You'll need to talk to Lesley about that."

"But if she says yes?"

"Then I guess so."

"Thank you, Steven," Amelie told him, giving him a huge hug.

"You're welcome."

"Now how do you want to finish off?" she asked.

"I think, from behind, over the end of the desk..."

Amelie slipped off Steven's cock and stood up. Then she walked over to his desk and bent down from the waist, resting her elbows on it. She stuck her bottom out, striking a pose that Steven couldn't resist. He got up from the sofa and lined himself up behind her then pushed his shaft into her deliciously tight pussy.

Steven would never tire of taking a woman from behind. Standing or doggy style, it was his favourite position and grabbing Amelie's hips tightly he began to pound away at her. Amelie made all the right noises, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts solidly. She was a good fuck, maybe even better than he'd remembered. She should definitely get his tattoo he thought because he wanted her in his harem. When he knew he wasn't going to hold on much longer, he let Amelie have it with all the force he could muster then grunted as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Chapter 4

Amelie had put him behind schedule, but Steven was determined to get a final session in at the gym before the weekend. As a result, it was almost eight o'clock by the time he got home and, when he did, he saw Rob's car in the driveway. Rob didn't know many people in London yet and so Lesley had invited him over to join them for a drink down the pub. Steven knew Lesley like his company and given what he'd just done with Amelie it seemed only fair that Lesley got some fun too, given that it was pretty much a racing certainty how the evening would end up.

However, neither Rob nor Lesley were in the house when Steven walked in. Instead, there was a cheeky note from Lesley saying, 'Gone to the pub with my boyfriend.' Steven quickly showered and changed then walked to their local pub where he found the two of them.

"Sorry. I'm late," he apologised, giving Lesley a kiss and shaking Rob's hand.

"You're forgiven," she told him. "But it's your round."

Steven bought a round at the bar then joined them at the table.

"Did you know Amelie had a boyfriend?" he asked, explaining how he'd seen her and Richard at lunchtime.

They both nodded.

"Amelie told me a couple of weeks ago." Lesley confessed," but she asked me not to say anything because it was early days."

Steven looked at Rob, who looked at Lesley before answering

"I had a foursome with her Richard and Daniel last weekend," he admitted.

"You should have invited Steven," Lesley chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't his thing," Rob admitted. "Too much guy-to-guy contact."

"I don't mind a bit of guy-to-guy contact," Steven protested.

"You're not the most enthusiastic," Lesley told him.

"Anyway, there I was thinking Amelie wasn't getting much sex," Steven continued.

"Is that what she told you?" Lesley asked.

"Sort of," Steven said, thinking back to how the conversation had gone.

"You fucked her, didn't you," she chuckled.

"I might have," Steven admitted sheepishly.

"You dog!" Lesley told Steven giving his leg a squeeze.

"From what I've heard Amelie's been getting more than enough sex," Rob added, chuckling.

"Hmmm. Now I get the feeling I was played," Steven conceded.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Lesley asked.

"Yes."

"Then it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Steven laughed.

"Anyway, are you ready for the opening of the comic book store tomorrow," he asked his wife.

Sam and Carly were moving their comic-book store from a small shop on Denmark Street to bigger, more prominent premises just off Covent Garden. Steven had invested in some of his own money in the venture, but knowing nothing about comic books had made Lesley their silent partner.

"I am," Lesley confirmed. "I just wish I'd been able to spend more time helping them get ready. Poor old Carly is exhausted and I feel to blame."

"You've had enough on your plate. Besides, you got this Adam Trent to do a book signing," Steven reassured her. "He's a big thing, isn't he?"

"He is," Lesley confirmed. "It's a bit of a coup actually."

"Who else is coming?"

"Daniel and Amelie are helping out during the day."

Daniel hadn't so much invested in the comic book store as gifted Sam and Carly some money for what Sam had done to help sell the Iris battlefield system to the American military.

"Then in the evening Adam Trent suggested going to a nightclub. He knows this really 'underground' place. Sam and Carly have been there too. There's quite a few coming to that. The usual suspects."

Steven wasn't overly keen on an 'underground' nightclub but he kept his opinions to himself.

Chapter 5

The whole situation with Daniel's heart attack and Kate's leaving had upset what, before the summer, had previously been a pretty idyllic existence for Lesley. She'd put her love life on hold, first to look after Daniel and then to spend time with Steven. But now it she was ready to enjoy herself again.

Over the past month Lesley had dutifully kept her distance from Daniel, knowing that she and Steven needed time together. She was careful to hide it from Steven, but she'd missed Daniel more than she thought she would. But now that Amelie was moving out and Daniel was fit again, the two of them could go back to how they had been before.

Of course it wasn't just Daniel, Lesley had missed out on. There'd been Jason too of course. It had been ages since they'd last been together, but he was coming to Europe the following weekend and had asked to see her. There was Amelie too. And not forgetting Rob as well. Lesley had a lot of catching up to do and Steven was keen to make sure this happened for her.

When the pub shut, the three of them ambled back to the house. Lesley walked between Steven and Rob, taking both of their arms, commanding the conversation and making herself the centre of attention. She was back to her old, confident, cheeky self and Steven was relieved to see it.

When they got home, Lesley led Steven and Rob straight up to the bedroom. With Alice at Jemima's and Amelie with Daniel, they knew they had the house to themselves and it had pretty much been an unspoken understanding that Steven would be sharing Lesley with Rob that evening. Studying her, Steven could see that his wife was eager and the two men wasted no time getting Lesley out of clothes as she stood at the end of the bed, kissing and fondling her as they did. Lesley was in her element, spreading her affection between them while their hands explored her body.

Rob was keen. Steven didn't know when the poor guy had last had sex. It almost certainly hadn't been as recent as his own experience with Amelie and besides it had only been the previous night since he'd last fucked Lesley. Steven could afford to let Rob take the lead and he watched as his friend and his wife kissed passionately.

"I need you both to get naked for me," Lesley told the boys impatiently after a while.

The two men undressed for her and, when they had, she pulled Rob closer to her pushing his head down to one of her breasts. But when Steven tried to move in on the other one, she stopped him.