This is the continuation of the original “Swap Meet” short story. Set in April 2015, the plot focuses on a 51-year-old bachelor named Arnie Madison. In Part #1, his neighbors, longtime members of a local swingers’ club that meets on weekends, convince Arnie to join it when the membership rules are liberally amended to allow individuals to join rather than couples only. Arnie’s first weekend there proved to be wonderful as he derived great fun and pleasure copulating with an outgoing woman named Betty Connors on Friday afternoon, and then with Barbara St. Claire, a woman he casually knew as his bank teller, on Saturday night. Arnie’s amorous adventures continue in Part #2. As in the original story, Arnie again is the narrator.
Part One
Two consecutive days of merrily screwing a pair of ready and willing females had made my first weekend at Swap Meet a huge success. The fact that it was basically a free weekend of fucking was a lovely bonus because my membership did not officially begin for another week—a technicality that was overlooked by the management.
My vigorous and rigorous romp with the sexually aggressive Betty Connors on Friday had been something entirely new and refreshing for me. She was about the same age as I was and obviously enjoyed our sexual intercourse very much, given her terrific enthusiasm. My encounter with Barbara St. Claire, who was only about 30 years old, was especially wonderful. I was reluctant to admit it, but I got more than sexual gratification out of the encounter. I felt a real romantic connection to her as we enjoyed each other’s bodies. (I thought and hoped that Barbara did, too.) At the very least, when Barbara, another newcomer, said she would plan her future visits to Swap Meet to match mine, I knew that we were very compatible indeed! We exchanged phone numbers to facilitate such plans.
Barbara and I had made no plans yet for a return engagement. My original idea was to attend Swap Meet on Sunday, but I was initially feeling spent when I woke up that day. However, by 3 p.m. I was revived and raring for another roll in the hay with whomever might be available for me. I thought it would be rather forward and tacky to contact Barbara on such short notice, so I just showed up at the venue on my own and hoped for the best.
Part Two
The recent newspaper publicity pertaining to Swap Meet and its revised membership policy was attracting new individual members, but it also drew couples as well. When I arrived at 3:20 p.m., I saw an attractive woman in her mid-thirties with a swarthy complexion sitting on a chair. She was nude, of course, as the house rules required her to be. I couldn’t help but take notice of her lovely feminine charms. I approached her and said, “Hello, my name is Arnie Madison. Are you new to this place, too?” I offered my hand for her to shake.
She shook it warmly. “My name is Maria Hernandez. My husband and I just became members of Swap Meet today. He is busy fucking that red-haired woman on the mat at the far end of the room. He seems to be having a great time. So does she! I must say it's very odd for me to watch him having sex with someone else.” I was pleasantly surprised by Maria’s perfect command of English.
“Well,” I noted, “that’s what the main purpose of this club is. You knew that before you joined Swap Meet, right?”
“Yes, but I was sort of pressured by my husband, Carlos, to join. He saw the two stories in the newspaper about Swap Meet, liked the general idea, and suggested we should join as a couple. I know Carlos has a thing for pasty-skinned white women—his choice of the pale redhead he’s presently screwing proves that—so that was his main reason for joining. He figured I might like a variety of different men, so he thought he was doing me a favor by getting a couple’s membership for the two of us.”
I didn’t know quite what to say, so I tried the old approach of “don’t knock it until you try it.” I lied a teensy bit when I told Maria, “I was a little bit leery myself about joining this unusual club, but my neighbors are longtime members here and they insisted I’d have great experiences as a member. I’ve been here twice since joining Swap Meet and I must admit they were absolutely right: I’ve had two great experiences. Maybe my third can be with you—if you are willing.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Maria replied, “Well, I came here to have sex with some random male whom I don’t know. You qualify, Arnie—and you certainly seem like a nice fellow. Let’s do it on a mat as far away from my husband as we can. Okay?”
Part Three
I figured out the best location to abide by Maria’s request. I gently led her by the hand to the appropriate spot. She was only about 5’2” tall compared to my six feet, so I towered over her. That physical fact turned me on, as did Maria’s cute dimples and prominent breasts. I noticed she even had pretty feet and toes. (I was certainly finding excellent women to screw on my first weekend at Swap Meet!) I had nearly a full erection when we both sat on the mat in the southwest corner of the room.
Maria had a question for me: “By watching my husband and the redhead, I noticed that he seemed to be in charge. Does the male always dictate how things go here at the club, Arnie?”
“Not as far as I know,” I honestly answered her. “We’re equals as far as I can tell.”
“That would be a first and a pleasant change for me,” she replied.
“Would you like to be in charge of this imminent sexual get-together, Maria?” I asked her with an inviting smile. “That would be totally alright with me. In fact, the first woman I had sex with here at Swap Meet was a bit on the bossy side—and it worked out quite well for both of us. We had great sex together.”
“Really? You would let me be in charge of our lovemaking?” she asked with a tone of disbelief in her voice.
“Of course, I would...if that’s what makes you happy, Maria,” I stated. “And I appreciate that you referred to what we are about to do as ‘lovemaking.’ I’m already quite fond of you after just knowing you for a few minutes. I’d consider a sex act with you as a genuine act of love.”
Maria gave me a look of sheer wonderment before saying to me, “Arnie, you are definitely a sweet man. Therefore, my first demand of you is that we embrace and kiss romantically for at least five minutes before we do anything else. There’s no time limit here, is there?”
“No, none at all,” I confirmed. Our talking ceased immediately as Maria enveloped me in a wonderful hug and locked lips with me. This was indeed a passionate woman in my arms! I was truly lucky to have found her before anyone else at Swap Meet had.
About two minutes into our kiss, Maria began fondling my phallus with her right hand. It needed no stimulation; it was already rock hard. It had gotten this way long before we had gotten to the mat. I became aroused just by talking to her.
“Here’s order number two, Arnie,” she stated. “Please fondle my tits. They need your kind attention.”
“Yes, I think I can do that,” I merrily said with a grin. I gently lifted her left breast with my right hand and sucked on the protruding nipple. Maria let out a gentle, “Aah!” I then cupped both her boobs while she continued to play with my penis. It was certainly a lovely Sunday afternoon at Swap Meet for me.
After several minutes of pleasing each other’s sexual organs, Maria asked, “May I suck on your beautiful penis, Arnie. It’s calling me.”
“Maria,” I reminded her, “you are the one who is calling the shots and giving the orders. You don’t have to ask such a question. It's such a silly question, anyway. Do you think I'd ever say no?”
“Oh, right! Arnie, I order you to lie flat on this mat so I can suck on your penis.”
I feigned indifference and said with a sad voice, “Oh, alright, Maria...if you absolutely insist.”
“Yes, I absolutely insist!” she responded with enthusiasm. I placed a pillow behind my head. Seconds later, Maria began to give me the best blowjob I had ever had in my 51 years on the planet.
After about three minutes of licking my shaft and sucking my testicles, I said, “Maria, you need to order me not to come or else I'll ejaculate in about half a minute.”
“Okay, I order you not to come, Arnie,” she declared. “Instead, you must save your load for my pussy. I’ll ride you to an orgasm.”
Maria quickly changed positions and took my penis into her pussy. It was a warm and inviting crevice that was made more exciting by Maria sliding up and down on my shaft. I could tell she had fucked this way many times before.
“Another order!” she announced. “Come inside my vagina. I want your semen deposited there!” Maria pointed to her most important sex organ in case I somehow didn’t follow what she was saying.
“I’m about to comply very soon!” I said in response. Sure enough, I felt my penis stiffen to its maximum in preparation for ejaculation. I groaned with ecstasy as I launched my sperm deep into Maria’s pussy. She squealed with delight.
Maria began to gyrate her hips to give me ultimate pleasure. She quietly gave my an update from across the room, “Carlos must have finished screwing the redheaded woman because he and she are now watching us. Let’s give them—especially Carlos—a great show. Fondle my breasts, Arnie, while I bounce up and down on your dick.”
I happily agreed. A subsequent order followed as Maria fell forward while still impaled on my penis. “Roll me over so I’m on my back, and keep on fucking me as hard as you can. This will drive him crazy.” I followed that order, too, even though my penis was rapidly losing its rigidity. This time I fell forward onto Maria, which made it easy to continue the passionate kissing that had begun our lovely tryst.
Maria began to laugh, which is never a good thing for a male to hear when he is busily using his penis to please his bedmate sexually. “Excuse me, Arnie, I’m not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at Carlos,” she explained. “He’s back fucking the redhead—and quite roughly I might add. I think he’s trying to show me that he’s a better man than you are!”
“Maybe he is,” I acknowledged. “I’m 51 years old and my dick is a limp noodle after coming inside your pussy. I just have enough energy left in my old body to suck on your magnificent tits. They are too lovely to ignore.”
“Please do that!” Maria said politely before correcting herself. “I mean I order you, Arnie, to suck on my breasts until further notice.” I pulled out of her pussy, jokingly saluted her, and returned to my happy place between Maria’s shapely mammary glands.
I was busily and contentedly playing with them and licking them for a second time when I heard a voice in passing. “Maria, I think it’s time to go home now.” The voice belonged to Carlos. I had never heard it before, of course, but I could sense the tone of anger within it.
“Carlos, I’m not ready to go home yet,” she replied while pressing my face to her chest. “Can’t you see that? I’m still having fun here with Arnie. He really likes my tits...and that makes me happy. Was that redhead a good lay, Carlos?”
I was still busy sucking and licking Maria’s treasures, but I could sense the tension building between husband and wife. It was more than a little bit awkward for me. Carlos finally stated, “I’ll wait for you where the chairs are, Maria. We can talk about everything when we get home.”
Maria really was in no hurry to leave me—which I took as a huge compliment. I think in her own way she was trying to tell her husband that if he could have sexual jollies with a stranger, she could do the same thing. She kept on whispering orders in my ear. “Keep licking my breasts, Arnie. That feels great. Suck on one and tug on the other’s nipple. Good! Let’s kiss some more now.”
Maria resumed playing with my scrotum. “Your dick is getting hard again, Arnie. Let’s put it to good use. Stand up and I’ll give you another blowjob while kneeling in front of you.”
Maria did just that. In about three minutes, my dick was passably hard—although I seriously doubted that I had another orgasm in me. It had been a tiring weekend at Swap Meet for my most important body part. I wasn't a teenager anymore.
To my great surprise, Maria’s talents coaxed another cum shot from my tired and aching balls. She sensed it was coming and quickly said. “Shoot your load on my face, Arnie. Let’s hope it’s a good one.”
It was surprisingly strong, all things considered. My thick semen struck Maria on her nose and forehead. The goo slowly dripped down toward her mouth, where Maria pushed it onto her tongue with her fingers. She turned to face her husband to clearly show him where my cum shot was deposited this time. Then she swallowed it. “Down the hatch it goes!” Maria joyfully announced.
There were about half a dozen small stations situated around the floor where paper towels and other cleaning supplies were handy—and necessary. Maria, still with several globs of ejaculate on her forehead and cheeks, took her time sauntering to one of them to grab a handful of tissues and paper towels. She sexily wiped away my cum shot and tossed the debris into the wastebasket while Carlos noticeably sulked at the other end of the room.
“Maria, I think you’ve made your point to Carlos, if that was what you were trying to do,” I said softly.
“Not quite yet,” Maria informed me. “Your penis is partially erect. Mount me once more for a final fuck. Yes, that is another order, Arnie.”
To Carlos’ surprise, Maria returned to the mat and spread her legs apart. As instructed, I mounted this exotic beauty one more time, inserted my dick inside her hole, and fucked her again.
“I’ve got nothing left, Maria. I'm exhausted. I can’t even get hard again,” I sadly confessed to her.
“I know it and you know it, but Carlos doesn’t know it,” she whispered. “Arnie, pretend that you’re giving me the greatest fucking in the history of mankind—and I’ll go along with it.” I went along with the ruse, as ordered, and Maria moaned loudly and slithered on the mat wildly as if she was being penetrated by a thick 12-inch penis which I certainly did not possess. Amazingly, Maria brought herself (with a little bit of help from me) to a real orgasm. It’s remarkable what the power of suggestion can do sometimes.
“Give me a few loving licks on my vagina and then we’ll be done, Arnie. I’m exhausted, too.”
“You’re exhausted?” I asked with astonishment. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to drive the ten minutes it takes to get home. I’m likely to fall asleep at the wheel.” Nevertheless, I did exactly what she asked of me. It was the first time that I orally stimulated her vagina. It was a very enjoyable task.
“One last thing,” Maria said. I was honestly afraid she’d demand another exhausting sexual feat from me, but it was nothing of the sort. “Tell me your phone number, Arnie. I’ll memorize it.”
Walking past Carlos, I accompanied Maria to the unisex shower room. We both desperately needed one. With the cool water cascading down our sweaty bodies, we shared one final kiss. To conclude our lovemaking, I gently lifted both her breasts and kissed her treasures affectionately.
Part Four
Somehow, I did manage to make it home without falling asleep at the wheel—but my stamina gave out shortly thereafter. I turned on the TV to watch a baseball game, but I don’t think I saw two batters before I dozed off. I was startled awake by a phone call at about 8:20 p.m.
I said hello rather groggily. The female voice at the other end of the line said, “Hello, Arnie, is that you? It’s Maria Hernandez—you know, the woman you fucked today at Swap Meet.”
I laughed at that. “As if I’d ever forget you!” I replied. “Why are you calling me? Are you okay?”
“Carlos and I had a big blow-up when we got home. He didn’t like me fucking another man and enjoying it so thoroughly. He knows he’s a hypocrite about this because he enjoyed screwing that redhead so much. Anyway, we agreed that was our first and last visit to Swap Meet.”
“I figured that would be the outcome,” I said consolingly. “I’m just glad your disagreement with Carlos didn’t turn violent.”
“No, Carlos is unlike the stereotype of the jealous, hot-headed, Latin lover. He would never be violent with me. He is outside right now, taking a long walk through the neighborhood to cool off.”
“Well, that’s comforting to hear. I was a bit worried,” I noted.
Maria replied, “You are a sweetheart, Arnie. I really did enjoy our fucks today—all three of them.”
“I’m glad you were counting, Maria,” I joked. “I think I lost track of the total somewhere along the line. It’s a shame we’ll never have sex again. I quite enjoyed your charms.”
Maria surprised me with a question: “Who says we won’t have sex again?”
Quite puzzled, I said, “Maria, I thought you said you weren’t returning to Swap Meet.”
“No, what I said is that we—Carlos and I—won’t be returning as a couple. My Swap Meet membership runs until the end of May—just like yours does. I intend to be there with you next month whenever I can arrange it. I assume that’s okay with you.”
It was more than okay with me. Maria said she’d call me back as soon as possible with her available dates and times for the five May weekends in 2015. I truthfully told her I couldn’t wait to passionately fuck her again.
Then it occurred to me that I had made the same type of arrangement with Barbara St. Claire! I now had two women, both in their thirties and beautiful, whom I had to sexually satisfy on demand! Wow! Since joining Swap Meet, my once simple life was becoming irretrievably complicated...and I was loving every second of it!