Swap Meet (Part #5)

Introduction

This is a continuation of the Swap Meet series of short stories. The central character is a bachelor named Arnie Madison, a 51-year-old who also serves as the narrator. In April 2015, at the suggestion of neighbors Bob and Millie McCord, Arnie joins a local swingers’ club (aptly called Swap Meet) when it liberalizes its membership rules to allow individuals to join instead of just couples. In the eight months since joining Swap Meet, Arnie has had the time of his life, attending virtually every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday it had been open, regularly meeting two women for sexual romps on a weekly basis, and showing up for “potluck sex” on Fridays with any random woman attending the club. Thus far, he has not been disappointed in the slightest!

Part One

It was now the first weekend of 2016. New Year’s Day happened to fall on a Friday. What better way to ring in the new year than by having a random fuck at Swap Meet, easily my favorite place to hang out! It certainly beat the prospect of watching college football games by myself for hours on end. (Hey, I liked college football, but screwing was a much better entertainment option!) Of course, Swap Meet was always open on the holidays. Its membership consisted of plenty of people who were constantly seeking a special kind of companionship—the sexual kind—and holidays always made those people without families feel even lonelier than usual. Swap Meet conveniently filled that need for them.

Back in April, Bob and Millie McCord had, without too much difficulty, successfully talked me into becoming a member of Swap Meet. That was when individuals first became eligible to join. My last bit if reluctance vanished when Millie herself told me that she would be among the women who would eagerly have sex with me at the club if I became a member. Wow! Millie, whom I figured was in her late forties, was a fine specimen of womanhood. A spectacular brunette, she had a fabulously curvy, 5’5” body and a pretty face that featured an enticing smile. I needed no further persuasion to complete and submit an application form!

Oddly though, in the eight months since I became a very steady regular at Swap Meet, I had yet to enjoy the carnal pleasures of Millie McCord despite her stated desire to have me as a sex partner. I suppose there were good reasons for it. First, I attended the club far more often than the McCords did. Second, when I did attend, my Saturdays were always spent screwing Barbara St. Claire (a teller at my bank) while my Sundays were similarly occupied with Maria Hernandez. She was a Latina I had met at Swap Meet when she first visited with her husband. Both these women were excellent sex partners, so I was quite content to have them as my regular fuck buddies. (The reverse must have been true, too; both of them seemed very eager to screw with me on a weekly basis! It was all quite flattering to me.) That left just Friday for what I called “potluck sex”—fucking any woman who was present that day at Swap Meet and ready and willing to accept my stiff penis. Since I was among the first arrivals when the door opened on Fridays and the McCords generally arrived well after I had, I always was busily having a romp with another female member when Millie strolled by in her birthday suit with another male.

Today would be different. Swap Meet opened at 1 p.m. on Fridays regardless of it being a holiday or not. I woke up at around 10 a.m. I was still in my pajamas, making myself breakfast when I noticed Bob McCord and Millie, who lived directly across the street from me. They chatted briefly in their driveway, then Bob loaded a case of beer into his car and drove off. I opened my front door and wished Millie a happy 2016. Instead of just waving at me, she scampered across the street to have a personal talk.

“Happy New Year to you, too, neighbor!” she told me. Then she continued, “What are you up to today, Arnie? Will you be watching the whole slate of football games on TV? That’s what Bob will be doing. Every January 1 he heads to the home of an old high school buddy of his. There are about half a dozen of them who do nothing from noon to midnight but watch all the games. Bob always contributes a case of beer to the party.”

“Normally, I suppose, I’d likely be doing the same thing as Bob—but today is a Friday. Friday is a Swap Meet day, so that’s where I’m heading," I said. "It takes precedence over football. By the way, I’m indebted to you and Bob for convincing me to join Swap Meet last April. I’m having a truly terrific time with my membership. Without a doubt, it’s the best money I’ve ever spent in my entire life.”

“So I hear!” Millie stated with a huge grin on her face. “I understand you almost never miss a Friday, Saturday or Sunday at the club. I also hear you are a popular fellow with all the female members. You should take that as a great compliment.”

“Hey, I aim to please!” I immodestly replied. Then I lowered my voice and added, “Millie, when are we going to have a fuck there? Honestly, that was the main reason I joined Swap Meet. You largely convinced me to join when you said you were eager to have sex with me. I was so shocked that I almost fainted and fell to the floor. I’ve always admired you from afar.”

“You’ve admired me close up, too!” she joked. “We’ve both been in Swap Meet’s ‘playing room’ at the same time, but just with other partners. I’ve seen you glance at me once or twice.”

“It’s been more than twice, Millie, I assure you,” I responded. “I think you are an absolutely gorgeous woman and I want to screw you for hours on end. So, Millie, if you have no other plans for today...”

“Arnie, that’s why I crossed the street to talk to you!” Millie informed me. “I wanted to know if you had no plans for today. I figured that since Friday was your ‘open day’ at the club—I know about your regular romps with Barbara and Maria—we might finally get together today. Quite frankly, Arnie, I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy!”

I laughed out loud. Then an idea came to me. “Why do we even need to go to the club today? Bob will be occupied watching football for the next 14 or 15 hours. Why don’t you just come here and we can screw each other silly?”

“Nope, that won’t do, Arnie,” Millie stated kindly. “That would mean that I’d be having an affair with you. However, if we have sex at Swap Meet, it’s just a normal club activity—and not an affair. That’s the way Bob and I both look at it. We are both highly sexually active people. That was why we joined Swap Meet back when it first opened in 1997. We can go there and each satisfy our urges with like-minded people and still stay happily married.”

I shrugged and said, “That seems like you’re splitting hairs, but if that arrangement works for you two, that’s great. Come back at about 12:40 p.m. and we can both ride in my car to Swap Meet. Hey, it will be the first time I’ve ever had a passenger when I drove to the club!

“Here’s another first,” Millie told me. “I’ve been a Swap Meet member for 18 years. This will be the first time I’ve ever went there without Bob.”

Part Two

Arriving at Swap Meet when the doors first opened was quite normal for me, but highly unusual for Millie. Neither she nor I expected 22 people to be waiting at the front door to be let in.

“Arnie, I’m seldom here at this time of day, but there can’t always be this many people here just before 1 o’clock, can there?” she asked me.

“No, this is very unusual. Before today I’ve never seen more than about eight people lined up to get inside,” I told her. “I guess it’s because today is a holiday.”

“Or maybe it’s because everyone here hates football,” joked Millie.

When we were finally permitted inside, we all made a beeline for the communal changeroom and shower. There were only five shower heads, so we either had to shower in shifts or do so at very close quarters. I made the best of it. “Let’s share a shower head,” I suggested to Millie. “I’d love to give you a good, sexy lathering!”

“That sounds wonderful to me!” Millie agreed. We moved to the furthest shower head from the entrance but so did four other members. As the warm water cascaded on the six of us, I kept my word and squirted some strawberry-scented liquid soap on beautiful Millie McCord and rubbed it on every part of her desirable frame. I was already hard as a rock when Millie did the same to me. She began to enthusiastically give me a soapy hand job. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to you, Millie,” I declared, “but please stop yanking on my penis or else I’ll have an orgasm right here, right now, in this shower. I desperately want to save my cum shot for your beautiful, sexy pussy.”

Millie reluctantly withdrew her hand from my stiff dick. “You’re right, Arnie; I guess I got carried away,” she admitted. Seconds later I was startled by another hand grasping my rod. It wasn’t Millie’s. It belonged to a woman whom I barely knew. I believed her name was Candace Dupree, but I wasn’t entirely certain about that. She looked to be about three or four years my senior.

“Being so close to you in the shower, I just couldn’t resist touching it,” she explained. “I’ve only been a member at Swap Meet for three weeks, but I’ve seen you here every Friday. Someone told me your name was Arnie. Is that right? I think you are wonderful, Arnie, and you have a really pretty penis. I admire it! It stands proudly at attention like a good soldier does! I just had to handle it. Maybe next Friday, we can fuck. What do you say, Arnie?”

Candace continued to gently caress my manhood while I laughed and said, “Anyone who is that forward with me deserves my attention. Next Friday at 1 p.m. it is! I’ll mark it on my calendar.”

“He’s mine today, Candace. Please wait your turn,” Millie told her firmly. Candace smiled at the two of us then she headed alone to the towel racks.

“Gee, I thought that was more than a little bit out of line,” Millie said. “Didn’t that bother you?” she asked me.

“Since the age of 11 I’ve never objected to strange women playing with my dick,” I said with total honesty. “It must be a guy thing.”

“It must be!” Millie agreed. “I don’t know how I’d react if a stranger came into this shower room and all of a sudden started caressing my vagina.”

“You mean like this?” I asked her as I began groping Millie’s nether regions with the fingers on my right hand as I fondled her right breast with my left hand. She cooed with delight as I lovingly rubbed the most sensitive parts of her body.

“You don’t count,” she noted. “You’re not a stranger, Arnie.”

Part Three

Millie and I sexily toweled each other off. Once we were reasonably dry, we headed into the playing room for our eagerly awaited fuck. The padded blue floor mats were quickly being occupied, but we found a vacant one in the southeast corner of the room.

Two newcomers to Swap Meet whom I did not recognize were loudly and vigorously copulating right beside us. The male was repeating to his delightfully busty partner in slightly broken English, “You have nice fucking pussy for my dick...nice fucking pussy for my dick...”

Millie and I giggled at the man’s commentary, but I said to her, “In the next minute or so, I want to find out if you have ‘nice fucking pussy for my dick’. I think I suspect what the answer will be.”

I had waited long enough to screw my sexy neighbor. I became quite sexually aggressive very fast with Millie. After we left the shower room, there was no foreplay whatsoever. Before she had much of a chance to react, I surprised Millie while she was on her knees reaching for some pillows. I grabbed her by the waist, inserted my dick into her vagina, and fucked her from behind.

“Whoa!” she said as an exclamation, not as an order to stop. “You don’t waste any time at all, do you? I’d heard through the grapevine that you were a methodical and gentle sex partner, Arnie.”

I stopped my penetrating pokes long enough to say, “Yes, that’s normally the case, Millie. But you just drive me wild. I’m going to do my best to satisfy both you and me in every possible way!” I resumed fucking Millie about two seconds later. We didn’t say much to one another over the next few hours. We let our sexual actions speak for themselves.

After about 10 minutes of pleasurable doggie-style screwing, I ejaculated inside my neighbor’s warm and wonderful vagina, happily depositing three ropes of semen there. I couldn’t resist saying to the male on the mat beside me, “She has nice fucking pussy for my dick” as I pointed to Millie while I was still impaled in her. The man laughed at my comment as he apparently rode his girl to an orgasm.

Still semi-hard, I pulled out of Millie, rolled her onto her back and proceeded with a missionary fuck. I regularly interrupted the coitus to caress Millie’s excellent breasts. They were beauties. She had perfect nipples for both sucking and fondling—and I took full advantage of them. At one point I pulled my penis out of Millie’s box and placed it between her mounds for an enjoyable titty fuck. “This is fantastic,” I muttered. I thought I heard Millie whisper in reply, “Oh, yes! It certainly is!”

I returned my dick to its rightful place inside Millie’s cunny—as the British occasionally call that female body part—just in time to ejaculate for a second time. To my surprise, my orgasm was almost as powerful as my first one. I attributed that to the thrill of finally fucking Millie McCord after eight months of patient waiting. Despite what the Bible says, I couldn’t help but covet my neighbor’s wife. She was too hot to ignore!

Millie and I both clearly needed a respite, but we didn’t want to stop the marvelous sexual contact we had been enjoying so much. Without saying a word, we moved into a “69” position with Millie on top of me stimulating my now-flaccid penis with her mouth. I began licking her sensational vaginal region. My tongue wasn’t long, but I had learned a few things at Swap Meet since April by experimenting with my sex partners. I figured after eight months of working on my technique that I could sexually please any woman at the club just as well as any male on the membership roster could. I must have been in top form as Millie gently squirted her love juices onto my face. Twenty minutes later, with my dick still being sucked and licked by lovely Millie, I returned the favor by coming inside her mouth. I was in no position to see if she had swallowed my jism or had spat it out. I honestly didn’t care at all. The feeling overtaking my scrotum was truly wonderful—and tiring. Three major orgasms in the space of less than an hour was enough to tire a 31-year-old man, much less a 51-year-old as I was on New Year’s Day 2016.

After a few minutes of noticeably heavy breathing, I whispered to Millie, “One more fuck today...at least!” We got into a side-by-side position. This was very satisfying because it allowed me to both fuck beautiful Millie from the rear and play with her lovely tits simultaneously. What a sexy treat for me! Anyway, I felt I had been neglectful of what I considered to be Millie’s best physical asset—her firm, pliable, and utterly appealing tits. I envied Bob McCord for having them as playthings every night of the week.

It may have been the gentlest fuck I had had in my whole life. I just placed my dick inside Millie, and moved it slowly in and out of her moist vagina for the next 20 minutes. When I surprisingly felt a fourth orgasm building in my balls, I quickly removed my dick from its very happy place, rolled Millie onto her back again—and launched a small load of goo across her breasts. “Just marking my territory,” I joked to my wonderful sex partner. I watched with approval and delight as Millie slowly lifted a strand of my cum from between her tits and dropped it onto her tongue. Now I was quite certain she had swallowed most of my third cum shot.

The next two hours I have no memory of, whatsoever. I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. I think Millie must have done the same. When I awoke, Millie was resting tightly within my grasp. My hands were cupping Millie’s tits. (I apparently couldn’t resist fondling her treasures—even when I was fast asleep!)

When Millie realized I was awake, she said, “Hello, you wonderful lover!” in an extremely sexy manner and kissed me on the cheek.

I responded in kind by saying, “Good afternoon, you gorgeous sexpot. You are a wonderful fuck, Millie McCord. We must do this again. I insist upon it!” Then we put our faces together and engaged in a long, romantic kiss. I thought it was odd that we had vigorously fucked ourselves to the point of exhaustion, but only now were we exchanging kisses.

I immediately squeezed her tits together and sucked on Millie’s left nipple. “I will never, ever, ever, get tired of caressing your tits, Millie.” I told her. “They are one of God’s wonders—or two of them, I suppose.”

“Bob feels the same way,” she noted with a warm smile. “You men are so easy to please in bed.”

“Absolutely!” I agreed. “Just show up with the right equipment and attitude and we’re overjoyed. It’s a big part of being a normal, healthy, adult male.”

Millie laughed and said, “Hey, normal, healthy, adult male, Arnie. I say we should have a nice, warm, long, sexy shower together with that wonderful bottle of strawberry-scented soap, get dressed, pick up some takeout Chinese food at Dragon Empire, and go to your place and watch a couple of college football games on TV.”

I laughed at Millie’s suggestion, but I liked her idea. “You like football games?” I asked her.

“To be honest, I prefer baseball as a sport, but football’s okay,” Millie told me. “I don’t understand some of the rules, but I’m sure you’ll explain them to me while we’re cuddling together on your sofa.”

“If we’re cuddling on my sofa, discussing football rules will be the furthest thing from my mind,” I said with a chuckle.

“Well, just remember, we can’t have sex at your place—or mine—Arnie,” Millie reminded me. “That would make it an affair which would violate my longstanding agreement with Bob. Kisses and cuddles are perfectly okay, though.”

Accordingly, Millie and I enjoyed a Chinese dinner after which we kissed and cuddled our way through three football games. I don’t remember a single play from any of them as I had my hands on Millie’s luscious set of tits for almost the entire time.

It had been a fabulous start to 2016!