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Seattle

Copyright© 2005 by Paris Waterman

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Chris & Sylvia, Jason & Blair -- two couples who met at a lounge and pair off. Both chris and Jason happen to be married and both their wives swing. Can they persuade Sylvia and Blair to join them?

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Swinging   Oral Sex   Anal Sex  

It all began the night Chris Hutchens went to an old hangout called Tini Bigs Lounge. The long windows of Tini Bigs faced 1st Avenue, but the bar was entered through the lobby of a fancy retail arcade on Denny Way, where headless mannequins posed elegantly in the windows. There was also Gold's health club at which he worked out on occasion in the basement. Chris recalled with amusement that the fitness freaks stayed there, working out long after his group -- comprised of racquetball and tennis buffs -- had finished their self-imposed hour of lifting weights. Then, with without exception, they showered and beat a hasty retreat to Tini Bigs for tequila and cigarettes and to see if their strict physical regimen would yield any benefits more immediate than just good health.

The crowd was all suits. Some prowled the tumbling scene around the bar, a long, arc of granite and wood. Others settled in for the evening at the narrow tables in the slate loft, suspended overhead amid the rising noise and smoke.

A chorus rose up as he entered. "Hey Baby! What's happening?" One crowed. "Whusssup?" shouted another.

"Where you been for Chrissake?" This camefrom a well dressed man sitting at the mahogany bar. This was Jason Salter, a banking executive Chris had known for several years. Salter was married to an exhibitionist named Cara and Chris had joined them a time or two in their spacious bedroom.

"Still banging all the good-looking nurses?" Salter called out in a gregarious tone, not caring who heard him.

"Christ, I thought you got over that when ya left the hospital?"

Salter put an arm around Chris after shaking his hand.

"Anytime I get over a good-looking nurse, I try to bang her, you ought to know me by now," Chris said with a wicked grin.

"Come on, sit down, have a pop," Salter said invitingly.

There were two women beside the stool he'd briefly vacated in rising to greet Chris, one in her late thirties, the other slightly older, both with big hair and bright manicures. Both were smoking cigarettes and pleasantly drunk. Divorcees, Chris guessed. Neither wore a wedding ring and both seemed somber despite their good cheer. One of them, Sylvia, he recalled, somewhat thinner and darker than her companion, began focusing on him a few minutes after their brief introduction.

Like a flower turning toward the sun, Chris leveled his best smile at her.

Sylvia began asking him questions and tossed her hair back from her face so she could give him her full attention. He made a couple of off color jokes and Sylvia and her friend rattled in delight.

After one particular rattle, he noticed Sylvia had laid her hand on his arm. He turned back to Jason and asked, "So what's going on here?"

"Same old," Jason answered. "Your friend, the one you used to call S.B.D..." Jason paused for effect, "well, she's been coming in."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris said raising an eyebrow in remembrance. "Tell her I said howdy."

He tilted his glass back and watched the bubbles rise. "S.B.D.," he said softly and smiled, "I'll be damned."

"Short black dress," Salter told Sylvia when she asked.

"Hey, remember Kauffman?" Jason said as an afterthought.

"Yeah, how's he doing? Didn't he get married again a while back? What was it, a year or so?"

"Right, it's his third time," Salter said, looking into the mirror behind the bar, "An Iranian girl."

"I remember her," Chris said, "Black hair, long black hair. She's the one -- glows in the dark."

Salter laughed hard. "That's her! Damn you've got her pegged."

Sylvia, with a puzzled expression on her face asked, "Glows in the dark?"

Salter, still laughing, supplied the answer. "Glows in the dark, she's got implants."

"Oh, my God!" Sylvia crowed, "Implants!" She faked a slap at Salter's shoulder, saying, "That's awful. That's awfully clever. I've got to remember that one for a couple friends."

By the time she'd finished speaking; Sylvia was fully entwined with Chris. Her arm was wrapped around his possessively, and she'd drawn him close as she sat on the polished barstool. Her knees, on which her nylons shone, were parted, and Chris's hip occupied the resulting space.

As Jason began telling an off-color joke, Chris began to get an erection; and as Jason prattled on saying, "There's these two homosexuals named Cecil and Scott who were living together."

Sylvia's knees widened the space and Chris pressed his erection against her thigh and watched her lick her lips.

"It was stinking hot one day and Cecil arrived home to find Scott with his ass in the freezer," Jason continued.

Sylvia didn't look at Chris but clamped her thighs, pinning him in place.

"Scott! What are you doing with your ass in the freezer?" Salter roared; he was a highly animated storyteller and proud of it.

Chris's hardon reached full size and he started to slowly hump Sylvia's leg. She squeezed him tighter.

Salter delivered the expected punch line. "And Scott replied, "It was so hot outside I thought you'd like something cool to slip into!"

A huge burst of laughter rippled through the four of them at the bar; then Chris turned to Sylvia and quietly asked if she'd like to join him for dinner.

"I'd love too," she mouthed, avoiding being heard in the din of the bar. They made their excuses and left minutes later.

Salter watched them go; then turned to the remaining woman next to him. "That Chris, he sure is something with the ladies. What was your name again sweetie?"


They had dinner and gotten comfortable with one another. Afterwards in his Mercedes they were silent for a while as Chris maneuvered through the dwindling traffic in the darkened streets. At a stoplight, they were caught under a flickering mercury lamp.

Sylvia broke the silence, smiling wearily as she said, "Glows in the dark?"

"Look," he said, having decided not to smile as he spoke, "We can make each other happy. I can be great for you and you can be great for me. And for an hour or so, we can LOVE each other for it."

He'd gotten caught up and looked across to her in the dark car. There was something soft on the radio and she found herself unable to answer him.

"It's just when it's over," he said, and looked directly at her. She was nervously rubbing her hands together. "By the end it just never seems to work out. I keep trying and I guess you do the same."

Sylvia was nodding in agreement. "I think I'd be comfortable with you," Sylvia said softly.

"Why?"

"You know your wines, I expect you know your women."

"We're almost to your place Sylvia..."

"Yes, turn right at the next block." She was losing control, would he just let her off, she wondered?

"So where..."

"I said turn at the corner..."

She knew he was going to dump her at her door. 'Damn it!' she thought and almost bit her tongue to keep the words from popping out.

"So where shall I touch you first?"

Sylvia felt a tide of emotions rush through her body.

"W... what?"

"Shall I come up behind you and put my palms on your hips?"

"O... oh?"

"Perhaps you like having your breasts touched in a certain way? I mean, barely touching them for example. Or, grazing over them, like a soft, gentle breeze."

"Oh..."

"Just a hint of what's to come, so that your nipples get so hard it's a little painful in your bra."

"They... they're hard now."

"So am I. Want to see?"

"Stop the car!"

The sound of a zipper opening filled the Mercedes as he pulled into a parking space.

"Okay, we're parked Sylvia."

"I know, I know. I'm two doors down.

"Want to touch me now or inside?"

"Ohhhh... you've got me so fuckin' hot, Chris!"

"I take my time Sylvia. I don't care for the strip-down-and-do-it stuff, like there's a meter going in a cab."

Somehow they managed to leave the car and find there way into the stairwell of her apartment.

"I'm on the second floor," she managed before his hand was tracing a circle on the back of her knee, freezing her in place.

His other hand went around her waist and he resumed talking. "I take my time Sylvia, some people go through this buildup, and then it's, 'Hey, let's get it over with.' I take my time. The skirt, the blouse, I like the layered effect."

The hand around Sylvia's waist was moving down her front. The other was moving up the back of her thigh. Sylvia was shivering with anticipation.

"I like to say hello to each new part like it's a jewel. Hey, look at this elbow!"

Sylvia sucked in her breath; then realized she had forgotten how to breathe.

Chris kept right on... "This shoulder; this breast. Then something sudden, maybe I slide my tongue halfway down your ear..."

Sylvia moaned long and loud on the stairs as the hand under her dress found her and pushed into her through her panties. Her hand reached back and tried to find him. His finger kept probing, as he positioned himself so she could touch him. And she did, sinking to her knees on the stairs; she took him into her mouth and sucked deeply, laving her tongue around him. Her dress was above her waist and his hand reached into her panties and caressed her ass. She trembled as his finger traced the cleft of her ass until he'd located her anus. Sylvia sucked harder. She just wanted to stroke and suck on his smooth, hard manhood before sticking it inside herself.

He kept talking. "Everyone's different when it comes to, you know, the little mannerisms of pleasure. Like, hard or slow. Touch me here, but not there. Oh, that's lovely, by the way, lovely."

He was silent for a moment and only the wet sound of Sylvia's slurping could be heard. His finger wormed its way into her rectum, forcing her to displace his cock and say, "My God that feels good! I love it, please don't stop."

"I once knew a girl couldn't come unless I had my finger up her fanny. Are you that way too?"

"I... don't... fuckin' know!" She grunted. "But I like what you're doing. I like it very much."

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