This story is a spin-off from the RV Travel Companion series. It involves Fred and Nancy, a young couple introduced to the swinging lifestyle by Jim and Shelley at the Roman Weekend in Pensacola, Florida. Upon returning home, they try to enlist their neighbors in starting a neighborhood swap club. A special thanks once again to LarryInSeattle for his excel...
23 Somehow, walking over to the lake that afternoon, we were more apprehensive than we'd been any other day during our vacation. We'd talked everything out, agreed to try "soft-swapping" -- basically fooling around with one another up to but not including actual sex -- but maybe it was the planning itself that was making us nervous: on one hand we could not...
If somebody had told me two months ago that I would be involved in a wife swap, I would have burst out laughing. Charles had always tried to spice up our sex life. First, it was anal. Then, he wanted a threesome. I wondered what would be next. Our routine was watching porn before having sex. I felt that Charles was hinting at something when he searched for...
The day after Peter the bar owner came up with a wife swap suggestion, Jim explained to Peter that his wife Lily wasn't the type of woman who would go for that. Peter was disappointed but shrugged it off. Jim, 28 and a novelist, himself had fantasies, none of which he could perform with Lily who was traditional when it came to sexual preferences. And hence...
Waking up this morning I bet you didn’t know it would be the last day you spent here on earth. Climbing out of bed you hit the alarm clock for the third time, you can’t quite place what is wrong, you just can’t seem to get out of bed. Getting ready for work is more of a chore than usual. For whatever reason nothing seems to want to cooperate. Your shower hea...
Author's note: welcome back! To those who left constructive criticism or encouraging words: thank you! It truly does mean a lot and I appreciate it very much. This is the next installment of this series. Unlike the way that I usually write, I'm banging away at this story because I'm fascinated at what will happen. I always found it hard to believe when Step...
Author's Note: This is part four of my smutty romantic comedy series. This chapter continues the Mall Arc, which runs until chapter 6. Continuing on the themes introduced in the previous chapter, this one is also a little lighter on the smut but heavier on the swaps. Please leave a comment! I can't begin to express how much I love hearing from you guys. Ev...
They met in a graduate school dorm, where Bill was studying for an M. A. in English, and Ingmar was pursuing a Ph.D. in English. Appropriately, the Masters students lived on the second floor, and the PhD. students occupied the third, the top floor. Presumably, the mere undergraduates had the first floor. Bill was 22 and had come from northern Minnesota. Ingm...
We both wanted to do it really. I know my husband would have done it if he could have figured out how to get the details worked out. I also kind of wanted to do it, but I never let on. I was scared that if I did my husband would actually figure out all the details, and then I would have to follow through. What am I talking about? What did I want to do and w...
"Welcome to Bobby's Big Burgers, how may I take your order?" Isaac mutters, his tone as lifeless as his eyes. The whale of a woman's order barely registers as he looks around the dining area. There, he sees people living the life he wished he had. A couple deeply in love, laughing together whilst they eat lunch. A jock effortlessly flirting with a...