Introduction
This is the third of the “Swap Meet” series of short stories. If you haven’t already read the first two stories, you ought to do so. Be that as it may, here is a brief recap of what has occurred in the storyline:
In late April of 2015, Arnie Madison, a 51-year-old bachelor who lives in an unnamed city of about 45,000 residents, was talked into joining the local swingers’ club by two of his neighbors, the McCords. The club, called Swap Meet, had been in existence since 1997, but in recent years it had seen a dangerous drop in numbers mostly due to its aging membership. The executive of the club decided to liberalize its membership rules to attract newcomers. The biggest change was that individuals were now permitted to apply for membership. Previously, membership was limited to couples—usually married ones—who always had to attend Swap Meet in pairs. All applicants still had to be approved by a five-member panel to make sure everyone who joined was healthy and not too weird. Not everyone passed muster. Arnie was deemed by the McCords to be a perfect candidate for membership. When he learned that the comely and desirable Millie McCord was eager to have a sexual romp with him, Arnie quickly filled out a membership application and was accepted.
Even though he had not yet enjoyed Millie’s sexual thrills, to Arnie’s delight, his first weekend at the club—it was only open Friday to Sunday—was marvelous. He screwed a sexually aggressive woman near his own age named Betty Connors on Friday. On Saturday, Arnie thoroughly enjoyed a romp with a thirtyish woman named Barbara St. Claire, whom he knew as his bank teller. On Sunday he had lovely multiple fucks with a Latina woman, also in her thirties, named Maria Hernandez who wanted to outfuck her husband. Both Maria and Barbara were thoroughly satisfied with Arnie’s sexual performance—and both women informed Arnie that they would seek to come to the club for more fucking whenever they knew he’d be present. Wow!
As in the first two parts, Arnie is the first-person narrator of Part #3.
Part One
While Swap Meet was only open Friday, Saturday and Sunday each week, within a very short time it became the focal point of my life. I just loved it! When I wasn’t there experiencing carnal delights for all three days, I was constantly thinking about it the other four days. I made sure I paid my monthly membership on time and I looked forward to seeing the people—both men and women—who frequented the place as regulars. Of course, those who attended Swap Meet only occasionally were welcome in my eyes, as they presented a comfortable amount of sexual variety.
I thought having both Maria Hernandez and Barbara St. Claire as frequent sex partners at Swap Meet would lead to scheduling problems. To my great relief, it did not. Maria wanted my services on Sunday, while Barbara typically attended the club Saturday nights. Of course, I wasn’t getting much of the variety of partners that the club was intended to provide its members, but I didn’t care. Both Maria and Barbara were stunningly attractive, so I was not going to complain in the slightest. To me, my sex life was working out perfectly!
Six months went by. It was now late November 2015. I was no longer considered a newcomer by the people who had been members of Swap Meet seemingly forever. My opinions on club matters began to be valued for all things great and small. For example, when I was asked about what cold drinks we should stock in the club’s fridge, I suggested we needed a kettle to make hot drinks when the weather turned cool. (I had a practical and personal reason for this: “Barbara St. Claire hates it when I fondle her lovely tits with chilly hands,” I explained, “and I’m absolutely not going to stop doing that!”) More importantly, my skills as a professional writer came in handy. I was asked to create a list of expectations for new members (and longtime ones too!) that was both clear and concise. I also tackled a legal problem regarding Swap Meet’s membership application. Apparently, the law ridiculously forbade us from directly asking about anyone’s criminal record, but I came up with an indirect way to address the matter. I suggested changing the wording to “What would we find if you submitted to a police check?” That minor tweak seemed to satisfy the law and sufficiently scare away any potential miscreants.
I was also put on a list of members who could fill in for Roland, the “gatekeeper” at Swap Meet, if he was ever absent. He seldom was, but that nod by the club’s executive clearly indicated that I was regarded highly by the members. I was flattered.
As it turned out, the last Sunday in November 2015 featured downright awful weather. Snow had fallen in great quantities overnight. Those in attendance at Swap Meet on Saturday had difficulty driving home in the icy mess. Barbara and I were the last two members to leave on Saturday evening when things shut down at 1 a.m. We were waiting for nearly two hours for a break in the weather that never came. (We passed the minutes by continually groping each other, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.) To make sure she got home safely, my car followed hers. When I got home at about 2:15, there were two phone messages waiting for me. One was from Maria Hernandez saying that Sunday’s equally dismal forecast had convinced her to stay home rather than go to the club for our usual Sunday afternoon fuck. The other was from Millie McCord asking me to fill in for Roland as “gatekeeper” at Swap Meet because the expected awful weather had frightened him, too. I was to call Millie immediately regardless of what time it might be.
When I phoned Millie, she was half asleep, but I was following directions. Millie composed herself and reiterated that Roland was definitely not going to be at the club, so someone on the replacement list had to fill in for him—so she thought of me. I grumbled because I thought no one in his (or her) right mind would show up at Swap Meet during this godawful weather.
“You never know,” she said. “We have some dedicated members.”
“I’m about as dedicated as they come,” I reminded her, “and even I was going to pass on tomorrow.” Then I added, “Unless you will be there, Millie. We haven’t had our fuck yet. I’ve been waiting for more than six months now to deposit a huge load of cum in your pussy.”
“Sorry, not tomorrow, Arnie,” she replied. “I’m not leaving the house in this snowstorm. However, it would be a big help if you could sit there and mind the store. Bring a book or two to pass the time. You’ll likely need them.” Then she added, “Regarding us...I can’t fuck you, Arnie, if you keep screwing Barbara every Saturday and Maria every Sunday.”
“Maria is definitely staying at home, too. Therefore, if you made the effort to battle the snowstorm, we could have a jolly time together!”
My plea fell on deaf ears. I prepared for a boring Sunday at Swap Meet, fully expecting to be by myself for 11 hours.
Part Two
That morning, I was surprised to see there was municipal bus service operating, so I left my snow-covered vehicle in my driveway and gladly paid two bucks to take the #52 bus to the downtown terminal. From there I struggled three blocks on foot through almost knee-high snow to get to Swap Meet. I had a key, so I opened the club for business precisely at 1 p.m. as if it were any other Sunday, expecting absolutely no one else to show up. Therefore, I was amazed when one of our newest members, Gloria Milner, came in about two minutes later. She was 46 years old, and fairly attractive with reddish-brown hair and a nice figure. She liked me and made no secret of it.
“Hey there, Arnie,” she said, “It’s really horrible weather today; maybe it will just be you and I together until midnight. I’m perfectly okay with that.”
“So am I, Gloria,” I said. “I’d certainly rather give you a hard fucking than read any of these books I brought along, but I have to sit here and be the gatekeeper.”
“Maybe we could fuck while you’re watching the door?” she asked.
I was pondering how we might be able to do that when Mitch and Caroline Agastino strolled in, covered with snowflakes. They were longtime Swap Meet members.
“We figured this was good fucking weather,” Caroline explained. “The drive here was only moderately horrendous, but we made it. Hey, there are four of us.”
“Actually, only three, which is a terrible number,” I stated. “Don’t count me. I’m stuck here watching the door because Roland won’t be in today.”
We collectively bemoaned my luck when a delightful surprise came in about two minutes after the Agastinos did. It was a couple who were holding hands. They looked very young, but somewhat familiar to me.
“May I help you?” I asked them politely.
“Is this the Swap Meet place that those newspaper stories back in the spring talked about.”
“Yes, it is,” I replied. “You can’t possibly be members, though.” I knew that our youngest members were in their late twenties and the average age of a Swap Meet cardholder was 52.
The female said, “No we’re not members; we just came here hoping you accept drop-ins. We were supposed to go to a birthday party today, but after just driving a mile or two, the weather scared us off, so we just pulled into the supermarket parking lot—and saw your sign and remembered the news stories about your membership drive.” Swap Meet was indeed located directly across the street from a huge supermarket. Our members often used its lot for parking. It was so huge that no one running the supermarket seemed to care that we routinely exploited it.
“We have no drop-ins here. Sorry!” I told them. They were about to turn around and walk away when I said to them, “Wait a moment! You both look familiar to me. Where do I know you from?”
The girl answered first. “I’m Joyce Featherstone. Maybe you’ve seen my picture in the newspaper's sports section. I am the girls’ high school high jump champion for the state. I’m also on the state championship volleyball team.” This tall, lithe, athletic girl had to be 5’10”.
“That’s right!” I noted. “I read all about your great feats in the paper. You’ve been nominated for ‘Teen Athlete of the Year’ in this city. I hope you win!”
“What about me?” the male chimed in. “I’m Niles Williamson. I was nominated, too. I’m the high school light heavyweight freestyle wrestling champion of the state.” He was the same height as Joyce, but Miles was solidly built like a tank.
“Of course you are! I read about you, too!” Let me shake both your hands. “I take it you’re a couple?”
“We’ve been dating for three years, since we were both 15,” Joyce said. “We both like sex—a lot—and we said we’d come here one day and find out about this place. The snowstorm diverted us right here, so we figured we’d go inside and see what goes on here.” Niles nodded his agreement.
The four of us gave them a quick tour of the entire place and explained that we were all open-minded and like-minded about having recreational sex, but Swap Meet had always had strict standards for membership which take time to process. I stated to our visitors, “We can’t let just anybody walk into Swap Meet and have sex with the members.”
“Why not...in this case?” asked Gloria. “The club’s membership criteria exist to basically keep out the unhealthy, the creeps, and the scumbags. We have two famous people here who are at least 18 years old and obviously in terrific health. They both seem like upstanding citizens to me, and they’re no creepier than any of us are. It’s an awful day out there. I doubt anyone else will come in. Six people, three from each gender, would be wonderful for sex.”
“We’d be happy to have two threesomes. We like that sort of thing,” Niles stated without any emotion. This time it was Joyce who nodded. “Do you do that sort of thing here?” he asked.
There was a long silence. “Yes, but hardly ever,” was Mitch’s eventual answer. He continued, “Arnie, If young Joyce here wants to treat you and me to some three-way carnal fun and Niles wants to service Gloria and Caroline simultaneously, I’m all in favor of that.” Gloria and Caroline were silent, but the expressions on their faces seemed to say, “Most definitely!”
The final decision was up to me, but I didn’t want to make it alone. I asked Joyce and Niles to step into the locker room while I consulted with three fellow Swap Meet members privately. I seemed to be the only cautious one.
“Arnie, I want to fuck that boy. He’s a beautiful specimen of youthful manhood,” declared Gloria. “Count me in, too!” agreed Caroline. “I bet he has muscles on his muscles and knows how to use a specific muscle very effectively.”
I just laughed. I was still chuckling when Mitch said to me, “Arnie, I’m 58 years old and you’re 51, right? A beautiful, athletic teenage girl wants to do a threesome with us. Did you get a look at her? There’s not an ounce of fat on her, Arnie! She’s superbly fit—and quite attractive. This chance won’t likely materialize for us again. Let’s all agree to shut our mouths about these two ‘intruders’ to anyone else and have a wonderful time together on a miserable afternoon.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic, so I said yes. Of course, to make the pair of threesomes happen, I would have to abandon my gatekeeper post. I mentioned that to my fellow members.
“We won’t tell a soul,” I was assured.
“Okay, I concur. Let’s all head into the shower and get ready for something rather out of the ordinary.” I relayed our decision to Miles and Joyce who both smiled widely.
“There’s one thing I need to mention,” Joyce advised us. “Niles and I have only had sex partners our own age. We hope you don’t mind us not being the same age as you are.” She was apparently serious.
“Oh, yes. That’s an awful burden for the four of us regulars. We’ll do our best to struggle through the terrible inconvenience,” I said solemnly before laughing out loud.
Part Four
It was highly unusual for the four of us regulars to gawk when we were in the unisex shower; we were all used to seeing each other naked, but today was different. Mitch and I could not take our eyes off Joyce. She wasn’t especially busty, but she was extremely sexy with her long, athletic legs and torso. She also had a beautiful head of long flowing hair. Unlike most other females who showered at Swap Meet, Joyce was happy to get her hair wet. It added to her overall sexiness. Mitch and I did something unusual: When her shower was over, we escorted Joyce to the stacks of fresh towels. We each grabbed one and applied them to our female guest’s lovely body and rubbed her dry. Joyce smiled and thanked us. “We both said, “No...thank you!” almost simultaneously. Joyce had to notice that Mitch and I were sporting full erections. Not to be outdone, Gloria and Caroline gave Niles the same VIP treatment. They were pleased that his penis was ready for action.
With plenty of space in the Swap Meet “playroom” for sex, Mitch, Joyce and I moved to one corner while Niles, Gloria and Caroline settled down far away in another corner. Each threesome pushed two mats together for extra space and comfort. Frankly, Mitch and I could not care less about what was happening in that far corner. We had a sexy teenage godsend to use and satisfy—and we couldn’t wait to begin.
Joyce just laid diagonally, occupying part of two mats, leaving us plenty of room to move and operate. Joyce seemed to be waiting for instructions from her two lovers. There were none forthcoming from us. “I’m going to lick your luscious pussy for a long time, Joyce,” Mitch declared to her.
“I’ll work on her tits,” I said. I immediately put my head between them. They were B-cups at best, but they looked great to me on this leggy athlete. Joyce sighed contentedly from the double attention she was receiving from the two of us. I sucked and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were standing tall, increasing my enjoyment. I stopped licking to kiss Joyce, which she really seemed to enjoy. When I tried to stop, Joyce objected.
“Arnie...That’s your name, right? Keep on kissing me and fondling my boobs. You are making me tingle.”
“Absolutely!” I said. We kissed well into the time when Mitch spread Joyce’s legs apart and thrusted his solid six-inch dick inside our girl with a certain amount of authority. I could tell this startled Joyce, but it didn’t bother her at all.
“I think my dick is missing out on the fun, ” I stated. I kneeled near Joyce’s face and put my manhood into her mouth. She sucked it like a pro. When Mitch saw what I was doing with the teenage sexpot, he interrupted his fucking frenzy to give me a high five.
After five or six minutes went by, I said, “Be fair to me, Mitch. I think we ought to switch places. My dick wants to desperately experience Joyce’s lovely vagina.”
“Yeah, fair is fair,” Mitch agreed—and we switched spots on the mats. Joyce wasn’t saying a word. Of course, it is quite difficult for any girl to talk with a large and firm penis occupying most of her mouth.
Joyce’s pussy was as appealing as I thought it would be. I don’t know how I nor Mitch didn’t come in a matter of seconds while riding this girl. I drilled her as hard with my stiff rod as Mitch had with his.
It was Mitch who came first. “That did it, Joyce!” Mitch declared. With about a second to spare, Mitch pulled out of Joyce’s mouth and fired several sperm ropes onto her face and neck. That awesome sight put me over the top. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. After two more hard thrusts, I pulled out of Joyce’s vagina, straddled her torso and added to the cum collection on her face.
“Oh, my goodness!” I blurted. “That was great—truly marvelous.” I gave Mitch another high five to celebrate.
It seemed to be another day at the office for Joyce. She rose from the mat without speaking, went to one of the cleaning stations scattered around the playroom, grabbed a roll of paper towels, and began to clean up the goo sticking to her pretty face. “I’ll be back in a moment, guys. Then we can continue with our sex,” she said. “It’s been a lot of fun so far.” Mitch and I couldn’t argue with that!
With Joyce out of earshot, I had to ask Mitch an important question. “Hey, Mitch, just before you came you told Joyce, ‘That did it!’ What were you referring to?”
“While she was licking my shaft, she started to tickle my balls! That lit the fuse, Arnie! Joyce might be the state high jump champion, but she must be in the top ten for blowjobs, too!”
Seconds later, Joyce returned, passionately kissed both of us and dropped to the mattress with her legs spread wide. “Time for more fun, fellows! Who wants to come inside me first?”
I was about to politely pass due to exhaustion and age. I began to say, “Joyce, sweetheart, we’re each about three times your age...” Then I saw her finger her pussy and lick her lips in the sexiest possible manner. I promptly had a change of heart. “I do!” I shouted and climbed aboard. Mitch was content to suck on Joyce’s nipples.
Somehow, within 15 minutes, both of us came for a second time. Mitch opted for a cum shot directly into Joyce’s mouth. Meanwhile, I took her invitation to cum in her pussy quite literally. I let out something like a primordial scream of satisfaction when I ejaculated. It felt wonderful, but it completely sapped my strength. For the next ten minutes, Mitch and I cuddled up to this wonderful, sexual being, and caressed every inch of her body with our hands and lips.
All three of us rested and watched Niles please Gloria and Caroline. The grand finale was his rotating fucks. Both his women were kneeling beside one another with their butts angled upward. Niles would penetrate Caroline for a count of ten, then pull his medium-size dick out, and then do the same thing to Gloria. They loved having their pussies pounded by someone who looked like he ought to be on the cover of a men’s fitness magazine.
“Whoever owns the pussy he comes in is the winner!” Gloria declared with a laugh as Niles thrusted with gusto.
Caroline dismissed that idea. “Let’s be truthful,” she said. “Both of us are already winners regardless of where he comes!”
Niles settle the issued by pulling out and liberally spraying his semen on both females’ backs as if he were handling a fire hose. Mitch and I gave him a deserved round of applause, which made him smile. Like the fondling we were doing to Joyce, Caroline and Gloria did the same to Niles as sort of a wind down exercise.
We all returned to the shower together. Mitch and I gladly soaped up Joyce and give her a gentle scrubbing. I decided to lick her pussy, despite the soapy taste, as I had neglected to do that during our time on the mattress.
No one else came to Swap Meet all day. The weather was simply too inclement. As Niles and Joyce began to depart, they wanted to know how much they had to pay for their use of the facility with the four of us. “Not a nickel!” I told them.
When they objected, I further stated, “If you really feel guilty about not paying anything today, you can buy a couple of coffees or hot chocolates to keep you warm when you go outside into the awful snowstorm.”
Then Mitch added, “And for heaven’s sake, make sure you pick up two Swap Meet membership application forms, please!”