Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 25

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This is the twenty-fifth episode of my unreliable memoirs (gosh!). Each episode is self-contained so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit).

I’ve tried to write this from Lesley’s perspective as the events in this episode probably had a greater influence on her than they did on me. Let us know what you think.

The year is 1983 and this piece focuses on what happened at the wedding of two of Lesley’s best friends.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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The Porsche 911 burbled its way up the M1 motorway towards Nottingham at a steady eighty miles an hour. Most cars moved over for us but the occasional road warrior blocked the outside lane causing us to drop back to seventy. It was ok, we weren’t in any hurry.

Steven knew I liked to drive the Porsche and he was happy to sit in the passenger seat. He appreciated the car for its engineering but he didn’t get the same feeling as I did when it came to driving it. He only got that from riding motorbikes.

A little over half way, at Northampton, it started to rain and the Friday evening traffic slowed down. Steven reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. I parted my legs to give him better access and he pulled my dress up then delicately ran a finger over my pussy lips before probing the entrance to my vagina. I’d made sure not to wear any panties because I’d thought, or rather I’d hoped, this would happen at some point in the journey. Some girls don’t like their men fondling them when they’re out and I can respect that, but for me it’s the other way round. I’m disappointed if Steven doesn’t. I just find it reaffirming that he finds me desirable, especially when I’ve made an effort to look good for him.

“Truck!” I called out.

Quickly, Steven removed his hand and replaced my dress. The trouble with sports cars is that they sit so low to the ground that truck drivers have a perfect view of what’s going on inside. We’d been caught out like this before but were wise to it now and once we’d passed the potential peeping tom I didn’t have to wait too long before Steven’s fingers were teasing me again.

It was seven by the time we arrived at what was charmingly called a “country house hotel”. At some time, probably before the war, it had been a large private country house. Now it had an ugly sixties style accommodation wing added to it, which destroyed much of the character but made the hotel commercially viable. Although it wasn’t going to win any prizes for architecture, the redeeming feature of the hotel was that it was the venue for the wedding reception on Saturday. It was also the place where Pete the groom, his family and many of the invitees who needed to travel were staying that night.

The rain was coming down pretty heavily now. The weather forecast said it was going to be nice for Rachel and Pete’s wedding tomorrow, but right now it didn’t look promising. We parked the car and made a dash for the hotel’s entrance. Steven had made me horny with his fingering and I just wanted to go up to our room and fuck but when we walked into reception I realised that wasn’t going to happen.

“Lesley, Steve,” Pete shouted from the bar. “Come and join us.”

“We’ll just check in and drop our bags off, Pete. Then we’ll be right there,” I shouted back.

We checked in then went up to our room. The moment the door closed we were kissing like teenagers. Steven had my summer dress up around my waist and was feeling my bottom while I had my arms around his neck pulling his head down onto me.

“Do you want to fuck me quickly?” I asked.

“I don’t think we have time do we?” he replied.

“No, you’re probably right.”

I opened my overnight bag and fished out a pair of panties instead, then having put them on, we went down to the bar.

Pete greeted us warmly and introduced us to the assembled drinkers, which included among others, his mum and dad and his best man, Graham. I recognised a few of the other faces from Rachel’s hen night the other week, in particular Suzy who was also going to be a bridesmaid. Rachel had chosen three bridesmaids, one she grew up with, one she was at university with, which was Suzy, and one she worked with, which was me, although I’d rather messed that up when I’d moved to London.

Suzy and I had got on well at the hen night and we’d spent a lot of it dancing and chatting together. She was on her own at the bar, so I joined her while Steven found out from Pete what he needed to do as one of his groomsmen.

“I’m glad you’re here,” said Suzy. “Graham’s already been hitting on me.”

“He looks a bit of knob-end.” I replied.

“He’s a right twat.” Suzy laughed. Then, looking over to Steven she said, “So that’s your husband is it? Rachel said he was a bit of a catch.”

“Oh she did, did she?” I laughed.

“Well he’s definitely a hunk,” Suzy helpfully clarified. “Is it true he got stabbed last year and still put two guys in hospital, or was Rachel just making that up?”

“It’s ataşehir escort true.” I said. “I was still living in Nottingham then and Rachel and Pete came to visit us after it happened.”

“Was that when society beauty, Kate Davidson, wife of multi-millionaire Daniel Davidson was staying with you?”

“There are no secrets with Rachel are there?”

“I’m afraid not,” Suzy joked.

“Anyway, why are you on your own, if that’s not a rude question?” I asked.

“I just am. Can’t seem to find the right man I guess. Last guy I went out with dumped me at Christmas.”

“I would have thought an attractive, intelligent person like you wouldn’t have a problem finding a bloke.”

“Finding a bloke is easy, finding the right bloke’s a bit more difficult. I mean, I guess I could have Graham tonight if I wanted,” she laughed, “but I don’t.”

At that point Steven arrived back and asked us if we wanted a drink.

“Steven, this is Suzy,” I told him. “She’s also one of the bridesmaids.”

“Hi Suzy,” Steven said. “You know I think Graham, the Best Man, has got his eye on you.”

“We’ve already decided he’s a twat and a knob-end,” I told Steven.

“Ah right,” was all Steven could come up with.

“You guys have got to protect me from him,” Suzy pleaded. “Promise me.”

“We promise,” I told her.

“I don’t know Suzy. You could be making a big mistake. He’s already told me he drives a BMW and he’s a blue belt at Taekwondo, and that’s almost a black belt apparently!” Steven said joking.

“So, do you know what you have to do tomorrow?” I asked Steven.

“I think I’m a glorified seating attendant, although as I understand it I may be required to offer alcohol and words of reassurance to Pete later this evening. Which reminds me, do you want to eat at some point?”

“You know, I saw a pizza place not far away. Why don’t we eat there?” I suggested, knowing that Steven would agree to anything involving pizza. “Do you want to come, Suzy?”

“You mean as opposed to eating by myself or with Graham?” she replied ironically.

“You’ll have to hunch up a bit I’m afraid. We’ve only got a small car.”

“That’s not a problem. I pack down really small when I have to,” Suzy joked.

We made our excuses to Pete and told him we’d be back in an hour or so, then went out to the car.

“This is your small car?” Suzy said ironically, looking at the Porsche.

“Well it’s actually Steven’s” I told her.

“And strictly speaking it belongs to the company I work for,” Steven added.

“Oh, that’s alright then,” Suzy replied squeezing herself into the back seats.

It was a Friday and the pizza place was busy but we managed to get seated without waiting. The good thing about pizza restaurants is that you never have to wait long to be served. We all ordered pizza and a salad and, after we’d filled our bowls at the salad bar, the conversation continued.

“Where do you live, Suzy?” Steven asked.

“Croydon, South London. I work at a research centre there and I rent a room in house nearby. How about you two?”

“Not so far away, we’re in Wimbledon,” I replied. “We just moved there a few weeks ago. It’s our first proper house together.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s fantastic, we love it,” I said, holding on to Steven’s hand.

Conversation with Suzy came easy and the three of us spent far longer in the restaurant than we’d intended. Steven was getting on well with her. She was slim, attractive and could hold a conversation. I could see how she would appeal to most guys, which was why I was a bit surprised that she’d chosen to come to the wedding alone. Still, it was each to their own I guess.

When we got back to the hotel, just Pete and the guys were left in the bar, so Steven stayed down with them while Suzy and I made the way back to our rooms.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Suzy told me.

“I’m going over to see Rachel in the morning. Do you want to come with me?”

“That’s a good idea, thanks.”

I gave Suzy a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She hugged me back but then held on for a little bit too long. We stared into each other’s eye for a millisecond and then she briefly kissed me on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I enjoyed it,” I replied. “You can do it again if you like.”

Suzy smiled and we kissed again, this time for longer.

“You know, you could stay with us tonight if you’d like to.”

“What about Steven?”

“Well, I’m not kicking him out, but if you don’t mind him joining us…”

“I don’t mind at all,” Suzy replied. “I’ll just go and get some things from my room.”

Suzy walked off up the corridor and I opened the door to our room. Once inside I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I change? Should I warn Steven? In the end I settled for brushing my teeth, which was about all I had time for, because when I’d finished there was a knock at the door. I opened it and Suzy was standing there carrying a small holdall.

“Come on in,” kadıköy escort I whispered, ushering her into the room.

Once the door was closed we resumed our kiss. I couldn’t help pulling out her tee shirt from the waistband of her jeans then placing my hand on her smooth skin.

“Have you done this before?” I asked her when we came up for air.

“Yes, but not for a while now,” Suzy responded. “Have you?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you might have. I’ll be honest I developed a bit of a thing for you after the hen night. I hope that doesn’t sound too weird. I mean, I’m not weird, honestly. I’m quite a normal well-adjusted person. It’s just that, well…” she began to ramble then lose her way as people sometimes do when they’re nervous.

“I’m flattered Suzy, honestly,” I reassured her.

“Oh, thank goodness for that. I thought I was going to make a right fool of myself.”

We continued to kiss and began to explore each other’s bodies a bit more as we did. I pushed one hand into the back of her jeans, while I tried to undo the button and zipper at the front. Eventually I was successful and both hands disappeared into her jeans. Then Suzy broke the kiss.

“Look, I need to tell you something before we go any further,” she said with a concerned look on her face.

“That’s ok,” I said, trying to sound reassuring.

“I’m actually quite submissive. I think I’m fairly normal out of the bedroom, but in it I need to be told what to do. Not everyone likes that.”

Five years of being David’s mistress had taught me a lot about being submissive. David enjoyed being the dominant one and I’d enjoyed pleasing him. It wasn’t all about whips and restraints, although they played their part. It was more about submitting to someone else’s will and putting yourself entirely in their hands. For five years, my pleasure had come from submitting to his pleasure.

Then, when I met Steven, I realised I was going to have to change. I worshipped the ground Steven walked on but he didn’t want someone to dominate, he wanted an equal. I struggled a bit with it at first but rationalised that my job was still to please him, it was just that that pleasing him meant something different than it had to David. The biggest change was getting used to the fact that, often, Steven wanted nothing more than to please me. It took me a while to realise that he worshipped me almost as much as I worshipped him.

Suzy looked down at her shoes and waited for an answer to her implied question

“Why don’t you get in the shower and wait for me to join you,” I told her.

Her face lit up and she almost skipped to the bathroom. I heard her turn the shower on and then a few moments later, step into it. I waited a couple of minutes for the anticipation to build then took my clothes off and went to join her.

Suzy was stood directly under the jet from the shower. Her hair was a deep black but not just on her head. Her pubic hair was as dark as a Raven’s too. I studied her shape, it was similar to my own, lithe but flat chested. She was a couple of inches taller than me but that was no surprise, most people were.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to wash first,” Suzy explained.

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Well turn around then.”

Suzy turned away from me and I started by soaping her back and bottom. Then I reached round and, pressing my body against hers, soaped her front. I made sure her nipples were hard then let one hand drift down to her pubic mound. Suzy sighed as I kissed her neck.

“Now you can wash me,” I told her.

We changed positions and I braced myself against the shower wall while she soaped my back, starting at my shoulders then working her way down. The delicate touch of her hands on my body was to die for but when she’d soaped my bottom she hesitated.

“Is everything ok?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. “I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to carry on…”

It began to dawn on me that Suzy really did need to be told what to do.

“I really want you to Suzy. In fact I need you to pay special attention to me down there.”

Suzy slid the bar of soap between my cheeks. I felt it rub across my anus and the sensation ran straight through me.

“Will you probe me with your thumb please?” I asked.

Suzy did as she was bid. I felt my anus pucker up tightly then relax as she gently pushed her thumb against it.

“That feels nice,” I told her. “You’ve got such a delicate touch.”

“Thank you,” she giggled.

Suzy pulled my hair to one side then kissed the back of my neck and immediately I felt fireworks go off in my head.

“Push it in,” I demanded.

She didn’t hesitate and I felt her thumb push past my anus and into my rectum. It carried on all the way up to the knuckle and for a brief moment the fireworks intensified, then a wave of pleasure washed over me. I went a bit weak at the knees and Suzy had to steady me with her free hand.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“Believe bostancı escort bayan me, you didn’t,” I reassured her. “But I’m going to need you to get down on your knees right now.”

I turned round to face Suzy and saw her smile as she sank to her knees in front of me. Pushing my pelvis out I pulled her head onto my pussy and she located my clitoris like a piglet latching onto a sow. Her tongue had the nub of my clit’ hard within seconds but then she accidentally snorted some water up her nose and had to let go.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t breathe. Would you mind turning the shower off?”

Keen not to lose the moment, I quickly shut off the shower then pulled her head back onto me. Suzy was tonguing my clit again within milliseconds and then, when she started to finger my vagina as well, I nearly exploded. My orgasm arrived not long after, but Suzy kept working my clitoris until I told her I couldn’t take any more.

She stood up and we kissed, our bodies pressed against each other. The endorphins were coursing through my veins at this point and I felt very light headed.

“Let’s get dried off,” I suggested.

We got out of the shower and I let Suzy towel me dry, then I did the same for her. I could tell she enjoyed it. Her nipples went hard and I found myself sucking on them as Suzy cradled my head in her hands. Then I dried her hair and wrapped it in a towel and she did the same for me.

“Come and lie down on the bed,” I suggested, “and let me bring you off.”

“There’s no need,” she replied. “I’m happy just pleasing you.”

“Nonsense, you lie back and let me do the work for a bit.”

“Look, Lesley,” she said shamefacedly, “I enjoy the attention but to be honest I can’t orgasm. I don’t know why, I just can’t. I get wet, I enjoy the sex but I just can’t orgasm.”

What I did next was stupid and insensitive but it was probably what every other person had done to her after Suzy had confessed her problem to them. I tried to make her orgasm. I tongued her, hand fucked her and frigged her, all to no avail. When I finally gave up I lay down beside her and we kissed.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

I felt wretched. I’d just reinforced any feelings of inadequacy she might have had.

“You didn’t,” I said. “I should be apologising to you. You told me you didn’t orgasm and all I saw was a challenge.”

“Thank you for trying. I enjoyed you playing with me, I just can’t orgasm,” she reassured me. “You know I think it’s one of the reasons I’m submissive. I get my pleasure from giving other people pleasure.”

“I can understand that.”

“My last boyfriend couldn’t. He just got frustrated. It’s hard to blame him though. I just wish he could have accepted me for who I was.”

Suzy started to cry a little and I hugged her. I felt wretched for what I’d done. I could be such an arse at times.

“I promise I won’t be as insensitive again.”

Suzy gave me a hug then we kissed some more.

I don’t know what time it was when Steven came up from the bar but it was late. He made it to the bathroom before turning the light on in there and I could hear him brushing his teeth then having a pee. He turned off the light in the bathroom and was effectively blind as he fumbled his way to the bed. As he got in, Suzy giggled and he froze.

“Suzy’s joining us tonight,” I told him.

“That would explain why the woman I just touched didn’t feel like my wife,” he said calmly. Nothing ever fazed him.

“You can touch her some more if you want. But that’s all. Suzy and I have got a big day tomorrow and we need to look our best.”

Steven and Suzy kissed and cuddled for a bit while I spooned Suzy from behind and kissed the back of her neck. She sighed at the attention she was receiving then, afterwards, the three of us made like a tin of sardines in the narrow bed.

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In the morning Steven got up at eight and fished out some running gear from his suitcase.

“Are you going for a run,” I asked, rather obviously.

“Yes, do you want to come?”

I did. Running at the weekend was something we always did together and besides, with the holidays coming up I wanted to be in the best shape possible.

“Of course I do,” I told him. “You’re not going without me.”

“That’s my girl,” he replied and for a moment I found myself childishly basking in the warm glow of his approval.

“Hang on,” said Suzy when she had fully woken up. “In case the two of you hadn’t noticed, there’s a not unattractive, twenty five year old woman, who hasn’t had sex for six months lying naked in your bed. And you’re going out for a run?”

“What do you think?” I asked Steven.

“She’s definitely, not unattractive,” he replied.

I walked back to the bed and gave Suzy a kiss.

“We’ll see you at breakfast.”

“Bastards,” she joked as we left the room.

The rain had finally gone and the sun was shining. As we ran I told Steven what had happened the previous night, leaving nothing out.

“I feel so stupid for trying to make her orgasm,” I told him.

“You were only trying to pleasure her,” he reassured me.

“Do you like her?” I asked.

“I liked talking to her in the restaurant. She’s got a sharp sense of humour.”

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