Swing. Miasha

      Chapter 1

      No Sins As Long As There’s Permission

       Tori & Kevin

      The way his shaft was rubbing against my clitoris gave me a feeling I had never had during sex before. He rotated his pelvis like he was dancing to a reggae song, with a little force and a whole lot of passion. It felt entirely too good.

      Meanwhile, the other he was getting his dick sucked. I watched out the corner of my eye. Yes, there were two he’s in the room. One he was penetrating me and the other was my husband, Kevin.

      This was Kevin and my first trip to Puss & Boots, an exclusive swingers club in Atlanta. It was a surprise for Kevin’s thirtieth birthday. I blindfolded him and we jumped in the back of a town car. I walked him inside the club and didn’t remove his blindfold until we were smack dead in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by nudity and sexual acts. He was pleasantly surprised. His dick got hard in point two seconds. We were already drunk from the rounds of Amsterdam we had consumed earlier at Cheetah’s, a strip club we frequented.

      Our being intoxicated—mixed with the excitement of all that was happening around us—removed any reservations. Kevin laid me down right there on the dance floor. He pulled his dick through the zipper of his jeans and lifted my dress. I wasn’t wearing any panties—I never did when Kevin and I went to Cheetah’s. I don’t think I need to explain.

      He inserted his horny, erect dick into me. And we had sex right there between two women dancing with each other and a couple sipping drinks talking about who they wanted to fuck that night. We didn’t care if anyone was watching us. In fact, we hoped people were watching. It added to the pleasure.

      We ended up only fucking each other once, although we did interact with other couples, Kevin fondling a titty here, me jerking a dick there. It was fun. Exciting. Gave our new marriage the spark I thought it needed.

      I know what you’re thinking. Why would a new marriage need spark? Well, here’s the thing: Kevin and I may have only been married a year but we’d been together for ten. We met in college. I was a freshman, he, a junior. We started dating immediately. We’ve been inseparable since. So my entire college experience was null and void. No parties, no hangovers, no one-night stands. I was a girlfriend the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it. I loved Kevin. He loved me, deeply. We had our own fun together, and I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything at the time. But now I was pushing thirty. Already married. Having kids was a daily discussion in our household, mainly brought up by Kevin. I felt like any chances of me experimenting with my wilder side were soon to be over. And I was afraid of that. I wished I had just gotten it all out of my system in college. But Kevin came too soon. No pun intended. So there I was, trying to inject all that I had missed out on into our marriage. He was going along with it too. And what man wouldn’t?

      The circular movement increased in speed. My clitoris was dancing with joy. My senses heightened. I could hear my heartbeat racing through my chest. My body jerked. For a millisecond I was scared. But the wave of vibrations that came next, starting from my head and ending in my toes, transformed fear into an emotion I couldn’t yet identify. I blurted out some words, or should I say sounds. My thighs shook. Then there was this release. I felt completely at ease. This was a first for me, and by the look on his face, it was a first for him too.

      In ten years of being with Kevin, I had never had an orgasm. But after only twenty-two minutes, I was experiencing my very first one with a guy I was meeting for the first time. A tear rolled out from the corner of my eye. It slid backward toward my ear. I hoped Kevin didn’t see it. The room was pretty dim so maybe not. I didn’t want to wipe it and bring attention to it, so I left it to evaporate. Maybe it would disguise itself as sweat.

      I couldn’t seem to turn my head away from him. Even though I wanted bad to look over at my husband, assure him I was still his. But I was paralyzed. Or maybe just my eyes were. Fixated on his. Apparently his had the same paralysis. Our gaze was unbreakable. I could only imagine how Kevin was feeling. If it were me, I’d be a disaster. I’d probably throw a temper tantrum. It would definitely be time to go. I was waiting for the tug, but an abrupt laughter broke out instead. From her.

      It dislocated our gaze, which I was sure was its purpose. I looked over at Kevin while the other he carefully slid out of me. Well, maybe he wasn’t being careful. It felt more like reluctance. I smiled at Kevin, hoping he couldn’t tell it was forced. He grinned. Or maybe grimaced. It was dark.

      I sat up slowly, taking time to glance over at his wife. Her laugh was just tapering off. I gave her a fake smile too—well, an uncomfortable smile.

      She returned it as she patted her husband’s butt. “He’s great, isn’t he?” These were the first words I heard after my first climax. I would always remember them.

      Kevin was watching me closely. I could feel his eyes. He was waiting for me to say the wrong thing. I wasn’t going to answer. I was sure the question was rhetorical anyway. As if the orgasm didn’t tell it all. No need to fan the flames.

      “You think we should exchange numbers?” he asked, pulling his black boxer briefs over his perfectly sculpted pelvis. He could have been an underwear model—he was a hell of a specimen. His honey-toned skin was so smooth it looked like it was painted onto his muscular arms and brick-like abs. He was hairless. No tattoos. His features were pronounced: dark eyebrows that appeared naturally arched, tiny light brown eyes the same color as his skin, well-defined cheekbones, a thin pointed nose, and crescent-shaped lips that had some plump to them. They gave me all sorts of ideas.

      “We’ll see each other again,” his wife said, nodding at Kevin and me. Her eyes were low, though, almost closed. She wasn’t being sincere. I couldn’t blame her. It was obvious her husband had never brought her to the place he had gotten me to.

      Kevin didn’t respond. He was in the same boat as her, I guessed. I was sure he’d prefer it if this was the last time we saw each other. He looked at me. “Tori?”

      I played along with her. “Sure we will.”

      “Well that was fun,” she concluded, standing up, a white towel covering only the bottom half of her nude body. She was a white woman, but tanned to perfection. Her makeup was flawless. She wore her