Running a swingers' club can be a very demanding thing. Exciting and exhausting in equal measure, the club has started to take over Selena's life. Is now the time for her and Martin to step away and get back to basics?
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Polly J Adams
Heat Level (3)
James Grieve Press
At the Swingers' Club
Selena woke to sunlight slanting in through the window and a naked man in her arms, and for once she knew immediately who it was.
Her leg was drawn up across the bare body next to her, her thigh across the man’s lap, her pussy pressing lightly against the hard, jutting bone of his hip. Beneath her leg, his dick was soft, and when she shifted slightly soft hair dragged across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
Her arm lay across his chest so that she was conscious of its rise and fall. Sparse black hair drew a broad line over the center of his chest and down across his flat belly. She moved again so that she could lay her head on the block of pectoral muscle between chest and shoulder, hear the steady thump of his heart.
So many times she’d woken like this and not known who she was with, but today she knew this was Martin, her partner and lover. This was one of the few private rooms in their house – a house that had somehow become a swingers’ club – and Martin was the only other person who would be here.
Any other bedroom in the house and it might be different. The previous morning she’d woken spooning her occasional lover Christina, and behind her, his hard dick lying along the crack between her buttocks, had been Sylvester, one of the club’s regulars. Other days she’d woken with one or more of the club’s members, sometimes with Martin and sometimes not; people whose names she knew – she vetted everyone before they were invited – but often people she’d only met for the first time a few hours before.
Today was a deliciously lazy Sunday and for once she had no plans.
She lifted her head a little and kissed Martin’s left nipple, a gentle pressing of lips and tongue on that tiny, hard peak.
Martin grunted, and rolled his head to one side, towards her, still mostly asleep.
When was the last time they’d done this? Just the two of them?