Amanda gazed out onto the street below. A beautiful spring evening. Couples strolled along the tree-lined sidewalk, hand in hand. Convertibles, with their tops down, buzzed past--the drivers and passengers enjoying the sun, the wind whipping through their hair. If she opened the window, she’d hear the birds singing. But she was sure security would frown on that.
The sound of the door opening brought her out of her daydream, and she turned to see her husband enter. “How did it go?”
“Piece of cake.” Lee locked the door behind him. “But I still hate ‘spring cleaning.’ How’d yours go?” He greeted her with a kiss.
“The same. And it’s not that bad. We do get to meet some interesting people.”
“Nut cases, you mean.” Lee nuzzled her neck.
Amanda would’ve liked nothing more than to lose herself in her husband’s touch, but they still had a job to do. “We need to finish, before we play.”
“How many more do we have?” Lee sighed, moved to the coffeepot, and poured a cup.
“I’m not sure.” Amanda checked her in-box on her desk. She picked up a folder and waved it. “Just one.”
“Good. We can do this one together, then go home.” He winked. “Who did we get this time?”
Amanda looked at the name on the label. “‘D.C. Swingers.’”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope.”
Lee paced the room, sipping his coffee. “Maybe I should take this one alone.”
“Why? How harmful can a group of dancers be?”
After placing his cup on her desk, he took her hands in his. “Trust me, you don’t want to go.”
“Maybe we should see what the file says,” she said, as she opened it. There wasn’t much inside, just two pieces of paper. “They didn’t give us a lot of information, but there’s a list of members.” She scanned the names--Congressmen, Senators, scientists, even some of D.C. high society.
“Let me see who’s a member.” She felt his breath on the back of her neck, as he read over her shoulder. “I can’t believe some of these people are swingers. They don’t seem the type.”
Amanda read the last piece of paper in the file--an advertisement. “‘D.C. Swingers invite you to the Swingers Den this Friday evening, for a night of swinging pleasure.’” Checking her watch, she saw they had an hour before the club opened.
“I’ll go alone and meet you at home afterward.”
“No, you don’t, Lee Stetson!” Amanda turned to her husband. “This is the second time in five minutes you’ve said you’ll do it alone.”
“Because it’s not dancing they’re doing.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to me? Since you think you know what they’re doing.”
“Let’s sit on the couch.”
Lee placed his arm around her shoulders and drew her next to his body. “I want you to know this happened years ago, before we met, when I was on assignment.”
Amanda clasped his hand in hers. “Work is work, I understand.”
“I was in Amsterdam--undercover as a bartender at a swingers club--to meet a contact. On the surface, it seemed like any other club. The women were more provocatively dressed; they seemed to be unaware of how much flesh they were showing. Of course, that didn’t bother me. The men were casually dressed and ogling all the women, even though they came with partners. Although, the outfit I had to wear was as revealing as the women’s.”
“What did you have on?”
“A g-string.”
“What!” The image of him clad in nothing but a little piece of cloth made her blood race through her veins.
Lee grinned. “Nothing happened for a while, mostly people drank and talked. Then the music started to play, and couples began to dance. Twosomes became foursomes, as couples started pairing off with each other. That’s when the clothing started to come off. Soon everyone was naked, and hands slid over asses, breasts, mounds, and cocks.”
“In front of everyone?” Her eyes widened. “They made out?”
“Yeah, that’s part of swinging. Not only do they switch partners, they want others to watch as they have sex.”
Amanda shuddered at the thought of making love to anyone but Lee. His body was the only one she wanted, and she certainly didn’t want an audience around when they made love. “What did you do?”
“I watched.”
Amanda slapped his hand.
“I had to, it was part of my job. Naked women coming to the bar ordering drinks, I couldn’t help but stare at their ample breasts. Besides, I had to find my contact.”
“I know, sweetheart.” She giggled. “Must have been hard for you?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“So were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Hard?”
“Not at first. I’d been able to keep myself in check by repeating my mantra every time I felt myself becoming aroused. It worked, mostly. Until I had to unlock the toy chest, when someone wanted a toy to play with.”
“What kind of toys did they have?” They’d been adding to their own personal ‘toy chest,’ and maybe there was something else their collection needed.
“You name it, they had it--vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, strap-ons, cock rings, whips--anything you could imagine.”
“I don’t know. You know I have a pretty good imagination.”
Lee’s laughter filled the room. “Who would’ve thought a housewife from Arlington would love a little kink when making love?”
Amanda ran her hand along his thigh. “Just goes to show you, looks can be deceiving.”
Lee placed his hand over hers and stopped her actions. “If you do much more of that, I won’t be able to finish the story.”
Amanda sat back and pouted. “Okay, but it’d better be good.”
“Where was I? You made me lose my train of thought.”
“Toys.”
“Oh, yeah. A woman, with the biggest breasts I’d even seen, wanted me to open the toy box. I did, and it was one of my duties to stay there, until they’d made their decision, and record what they took out. She rummaged around for ages, in search of the perfect toy. While she searched, she leaned over and wiggled her ass high in the air. Then she turned her head and saw me staring. She stood up and pushed her breasts together with her hands and lowered her head and flicked out her tongue to lick her own nipples.”
“Why would she do that?”
“To tease me, of course. Some of the members were exhibitionists, others voyeurs. The main rule I had to follow was no touching of the members, since they were couples only. No one could ask just one person to join in the sex; they had to ask the couple. They could either switch partners, or have group sex. But the numbers had to always be even--four, six, or more.”
“What happened with the woman at the toy box?”
Lee let out a long breath. “After she did that, she licked her finger, ran it over her nipples, and down her stomach. She opened her lower lips with one hand and began to finger her clit. Then she plunged her finger deep inside herself--never taking her eyes off me--watching me watch her play with herself . . .”
He’d closed his eyes, apparently lost in the memory. His description of the woman masturbating in front of him gave her an idea. They hadn’t experimented with masturbation yet. What would he do if he came home and found her in bed, playing with herself? And she wanted to watch him stroke his own cock, bringing himself to orgasm, without her touching him. As she felt the blood rush to her nether regions, she squirmed on the couch. She had to hear more of this story.
“Go on.”
“A man came over and told her to hurry up; he was ready for some serious fucking. She picked her toy, I recorded her name, and what she picked.”
“What did she choose?”
“A twelve inch dildo.”
“Did you say twelve?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t imagine having a cock that enormous inside me.”
“How ‘bout giving it head?”
“What?”
“She put her mouth over the dildo and deep throated it.”
“Oh my gosh!”
“As they passed by me, her hand reached out and caressed my cock, which, if I do say so myself, is large in its own right. Of course, after her show it had grown to its full potential.”
Amanda’s hand moved to his groin, and she felt his erection. “Like now.”
“I tell ya, I almost lost it, right then and there. Just like I’m going to do now, if you don’t stop.”
“Okay. I’ll stop for now, but only because I want to hear the rest of the story. What happened next?”
“Nothing. The contact I’d come to meet gave me the microdot.”
“I know you. That isn’t the end. Something else went on.”
His lips descended on hers, and he kissed her passionately. “I was about to leave, when I saw two couples in the corner.”
“You watched them?”
“I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They’d made a sandwich.”
“Sandwich?”
“It’s . . . wait.” Lee retrieved a pencil and paper from his desk and returned to the couch. “Like this.” He began to draw.
His drawing left a lot to be desired. Stick figures with heads, or what she thought were supposed to be heads.
“Hell,” he said, crumbling the paper and throwing it and the pencil across the room.
“Maybe you should take some art lessons.”
“Let’s try it this way.” Lee stood up. “Let me lie down on the couch. I’ll try to show you what I mean.”
Amanda stood, and he lay down on his back. “Now, you straddle me.”
She did as instructed. “Now imagine I’m inside you, then a man comes up behind you and puts his cock in your ass. I’d be the bottom of the sandwich, you the middle, and the other man the top.”
Amanda got the picture. “What was the other woman doing?”
“She sat on my, I mean, the man’s face, so he could eat her. Her ass faced the woman being double penetrated.” He lifted his head and flicked out his tongue to demonstrate the man eating the other woman.
“Oh! Is it hot in here?” Amanda fanned her hand in front of her face.
“It’s going to get even hotter. I’m not finished.”
“There’s more?”
“Two other couples were watching them, and, after several minutes, they walked over to the sandwich. One of the men put his cock into the mouth of the woman being eaten. His partner lay down between his spread feet, to lick and suck his balls. The other female began to eat the female, who was ‘tea bagging’ her partner. The last man straddled the woman, who was lying face-up sucking the one guy, and put his cock between her breasts to titty fuck her.”
“What did you do?”
Lee cocked an eyebrow. “I did what any other normal red-blooded man would do.”
“You took matters into your own hands.”
“I couldn’t be seen from my vantage point, and I couldn’t leave with a hard-on. I lowered the g-string and used my left hand. When they came, I came.”
Hearing him tell what he’d witnessed had been like watching a triple x-rated movie. She was hot. And so was he--his cock so hard it threatened to rip his pants apart. She leaned over, placed her hands on each side of his cheeks, and crushed her lips to his.
“I think someone is ready for some action.”
Wiggling on top of him, she let her body speak for her.
Lee didn’t waste any time. He pulled the thin elastic band of her underwear and tore them off. “I want to taste you.”
Raising her skirt, she maneuvered so she could sit on his face. His lips and tongue immediately began to caress her clit. Within seconds, a powerful orgasm coursed through her. Grabbing the arm of the couch, she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip.
“Your turn,” she said, kneeling on the floor.
Lee sat up and spread his legs.
Her hands were on his zipper.
“Knock, knock, knock. Lee, Amanda are you in there? I know you’re in there, I heard noises.”
They looked at each other in shock. Lee looked down at his crotch. “I have to hide this,” he mouthed, and pointed to the telltale bulge in his pants.
“Go sit at your desk,” Amanda mouthed back, “and straighten your hair.” After Lee ran his hand through his hair and sat down, she went to the door, fixing her own hair and skirt, before she unlocked it.
Francine flounced in. “What took you so long?”
Amanda saw her eyes move back and forth between them, taking in the scene. She obviously knew what they’d been doing, just moments earlier.
“We--”
“Stop.” She held up her hand. “I don’t want to know what the two of you were up to.”
“What makes you think we’re up to anything?” Lee asked, leaning his arms on his desk.
“Because. Oh, never mind. I figured by now the honeymoon would’ve worn off.”
“Never.” Lee winked.
“Francine, is there something you needed?” Amanda asked, sitting down at her own desk and spying her torn underwear lying just under the couch.
“I wanted to tell you that tomorrow morning’s meeting has been cancelled.”
“You couldn’t call us?” Lee glared at the blonde.
“I just remembered as I was getting off the elevator in the Georgetown portal.”
“Thanks, Francine, we do appreciate it.” Amanda glared back at her husband.
“Amanda.” Francine crooked her finger at her. “Can I see you out in the hallway?”
Amanda followed the blonde agent outside.
“Amanda, dear, you two need to be more careful. I suggest, if you’re going to do the office tango, you keep an extra pair of panties in your desk.”
“I’ll remember that.” Amanda felt her cheeks burn.
“Ta ta.”
“What did she want to tell you?” Lee asked, as soon as she closed the door.
She darted to the couch, retrieved her torn panties, and held them up. “She wanted to give me some advice on keeping extra underwear on hand.”
“Oh, no. I’m sorry. Maybe we should leave now, before we get carried away and anyone else interrupts us.”
Glancing down, she saw his erection hadn’t abated.
“How are we going to get past the guard in your condition?”
Lee picked up the file folder and held it in front of him. “Very carefully. It’ll go down on its own by the time we get there.”
“You know, I still think it’s dancers we’re going to be seeing tonight.”
“Would you like to make a bet?”
“What?”
He arched his eyebrow. “How ‘bout the loser does whatever the winner wants him, or her, to do.”
“Bet,” Amanda replied, as she opened the door.
********
Five minutes later, they cruised down the streets of D.C. Darkness descended on the city. Looking over at her husband, she saw him staring intently ahead. She glanced down and noticed his erection hadn’t gone down. Her hand snaked out, and she fondled him. He never took his eyes off the road, but shifted in the seat to give her better access and groaned at her ministrations.
He pulled the ‘Vette into a dark space in the parking lot and leaned back in the seat. “You’re gonna have to take care of this, or I won’t be able to go inside.”
“I know.” Amanda smiled, leaned over, and unzipped his pants, freeing his burgeoning cock. It had been her intention all along to satisfy him. If she hadn’t feared they’d have an accident, she would’ve already accomplished her mission. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her lips around the head. She sucked hard and fast, her head bobbing up and down, as she took him all the way in and out. Then she felt him stiffen and his cock jerked, as he released his seed into her throat.
She sat up, opened the glove compartment, and took out some Kleenex, wiping up any semen she hadn’t swallowed.
“Thank you,” he said, zipping up his pants.
She licked her lips. “My pleasure.”
“Let’s get this over with. I don’t think I’m going to stay down for long.”
Amanda knew what he meant. This had just been a prelude to the main event. She wanted to feel him buried deep inside her.
*******
Entering the ‘Swingers Den,’ they stared at the activity going on around them.
Amanda couldn’t believe what she saw. She turned to her husband. “Oh my gosh!”
“You can say that again.”
“Oh my gosh! Looks like we both lose the bet.”
The ‘Swingers Den’ wasn’t a sexual frenzy of couples making out. And there weren’t any couples dancing to swing music.
Yes, couples were swinging. They swung from swings hanging from the high ceiling. The room looked like one enormous playground. Men and women joyfully swung, laughing as they pumped their legs, and their partners pushed them, making them go higher and higher.
An hour later, they left the club.
While Amanda interviewed Mr. Anderson, the club president, Lee had checked out the club.
“Who would’ve thought adults would get such happiness from doing something so innocent as swinging on swings? Mr. Anderson certainly was very helpful, answering all my questions and giving me all the information we needed.” Amanda said, as Lee drove toward home. “What did you find out?”
Lee pulled into a darkened parking lot next to a park and shut off the engine. “I won the bet.”
“No, you didn’t. They weren’t swingers having sex.”
“You only found out about the public side of the group. Which is totally innocent. Come on, let’s take a walk. I need some air.”
They strolled through the park, the only two people there at this time of night.
“Okay, spill it, Scarecrow. How did you win the bet?”
Lee led her to a picnic table, and they sat down. “I noticed several couples hanging around the bar talking, and I went to speak with them. At first, they wouldn’t talk. Until I told them my wife was also checking out the club. I asked if this was all that went on, and said I was disappointed, since we’d been to some swingers clubs in Europe and this wasn’t what I expected. That broke the ice. Plus a round of drinks for everyone didn’t hurt.”
“But everyone looked so innocent. Mr. Anderson didn’t say anything about sex, when he told me what went on at the club.”
“Anderson doesn’t know.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me see if I can make it clearer. The club does look innocent, and there are members who join only for the pleasure of swinging in swings like we saw. There’s a group who stays after the club closes, on the pretense of cleaning up. That’s when the sex starts, and they use the swings and other toys hidden behind the bar.”
“How do you know all this?”
“The guy I talked to, at the bar, told me to wait until after ten, and I’d see the action then.”
“Why the pretense?”
“Because they want to remain small, they don’t want just anyone to join in.”
“They invited you?”
“That’s only because one of the women at the bar wanted to get to know me better.”
It figured a woman was involved. They always wanted to get to know her husband better. Little did they realize, he only had eyes for her. But sometimes flirting came in useful. She’d had to do it several times herself, to elicit information.
Amanda stood and placed her hands on her hips. “What did you tell her?”
“I told her I appreciated the offer, but I’d have to take a rain check. My wife and I hadn’t planned on staying late; we had an appointment later in the evening.”
“Good, come back.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought her lips to his.
“I think I’ll collect on winning that bet now,” Lee whispered, as he nuzzled her neck.
“Okay. What do you want?”
“I want to swing.”
“What!”
“I want to swing with you.” Lee turned her around and pointed into the darkness.
Amanda let out a sigh of relief. She could barely make out a swing set in the distance.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yup.”
Amanda sat down on the swing. “Are you going to push me?”
“Nope, I want to watch you from the front.”
This wasn’t the sort of activity she pictured her husband wanting to participate in. But she’d agreed to do whatever he wanted.
She pumped her legs and began to swing, not going too high for fear of hitting Lee. Then he stepped in front of her, forcing her to spread her legs and wrap them around his waist so she wouldn’t hit him. He placed his hands on the chains and stopped the swing.
“I thought you wanted me to swing?” she asked, puzzled.
“We’re both gonna swing,” he said, grinding his pelvis into hers.
As she felt his cock press against her, the clouds of confusion dispersed. He let go of the chain and knelt before her, pushing her skirt out of the way. His tongue flicked out and swirled around her clit. Luckily, she hadn’t had another pair of panties to put on. Otherwise, she’d have to buy new ones, ‘cause he would’ve ripped her underwear off again.
She leaned back in the swing and pushed her heels into his back, pushing his face deeper into her. Pressing her hands on his head, her fingers dug into his hair.
Lee always knew when she was close to orgasm, and he stood. She reached down to unzip his pants, freeing his cock. He grabbed the chain and pulled the swing up, until his shaft was in line with her vagina. She clasped her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his penis.
He pushed her backward, and she felt the night air on her nakedness. Then he pulled her forward, thrusting his hips toward her, as he filled her again. After several minutes, she wanted more, wanted him to thrust faster. On the next impalement, she clasped her legs around his waist and dug her feet into his ass.
“Faster, big fella.”
Lee slid his hands down the chain, until they came to rest on the edge of the seat of the swing. Pulling her butt forward so she sat almost on the edge, he moved back a little, setting up the right angle, and then thrust hard into her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy, holding on to the chains for dear life.
The swing rocked, as he thrust faster and faster, until wave after wave of rapture exploded around them.
Amanda stood up on shaky legs. “Wow!”
Lee sat down on the vacated swing and pulled her into his lap. They swung for a few minutes, enjoying the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Lee kissed her gently. “I’ll never look at a playground the same way again. They aren’t just for children anymore.”
“Neither will I.” She studied her surroundings. During their amorous activity, a full moon had appeared, and she was able to make out the rest of the equipment. What else would be fun to play on? “Do you think we can come back again sometime?”
“I guarantee it.” Lee sealed his words with a kiss.
The End
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs. King and its characters belong to WB and Shoot the Moon Productions. No infringement is intended. This is written for entertainment purposes only. Please do not redistribute or reproduce this story without my permission.
Thanks: To Rita and Taya for helping make this story sound better, by finding my errors and telling me where a scene needs expansion/clarification. Also, to Lisa for brainstorming IM sessions.
Note: This story was inspired by Lisa’s spring cleaning challenge. Thanks for jumpstarting Elvira back into action.
Thanks: To Rita and Taya for helping make this story sound better, by finding my errors and telling me where a scene needs expansion/clarification. Also, to Lisa for brainstorming IM sessions.
Note: This story was inspired by Lisa’s spring cleaning challenge. Thanks for jumpstarting Elvira back into action.