Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 46

This is the forty-sixth episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting sexual tales from my wife and mine's younger days back in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having to have read the previous ones.

The episode is written from Lesley's perspective.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1 - Mile High Club

The Business class cabin was quiet as the 747 made its way across the Atlantic from New York to Geneva. The evening meal had been served, the lights turned down and most of the passengers were trying to get some sleep.

Opening the lavatory door, I walked into the tiny cubicle and locked it behind me. The harsh lights flickered into life and studying my face in the mirror I could see I looked a bit tired. No surprise there, especially after the last few nights.

I hitched my dress up, pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. It was going to get crowded in the small cubicle so it made sense to do it while there was still space. Using the same logic I began to finger my pussy, just to make sure I was moist.

Steven knocked five times on the cubicle door and I slid back the latch. The door opened and he squeezed into the cabin, quickly locking the door behind him.

"Fancy seeing you here," he joked.

"I do," I told him, putting my arms around his neck. "Fancy seeing you here, that is."

I kissed my husband full on and he groped my bottom as we swapped tongues.

"Did anyone see you?" I asked, rather unnecessarily.

"I don't think so," he replied.

It wasn't our first time doing it on a plane. I'd fucked Steven on a private charter flight a couple of years before, but that had been in a sumptuous leather chair while Kate had fucked Daniel in the one next to me.

A lot had happened for Steven and I since then. We'd got married for a start, bought a house, made new friends. Steven's career was going from strength to strength and the relationship with Blackfinch was beginning to pay dividends.

It had come at a cost though. '

For of those to whom much is given, much is required,'

Steven had become fond of saying, and it was true. After the past couple of months, Steven was tired and desperately needed a holiday.

Recognising the hours he'd put in on the sale of the Iris battlefield communication system to the Americans, Daniel had given Steven some extra time off over the summer and this meant we had virtually the whole of August to ourselves. The plan had been to spend the first week in Annecy with Daniel and Kate, then ride down to Provence for the rest of the summer with Carole. Work had got in the way though and now we also needed to visit the Obermann's in Germany, but that was only for a weekend. Hopefully the break would be just the tonic Steven needed and I intended to make it my job to see that he relaxed and enjoyed himself.

I undid Steven's trousers as we kissed and reached in to massage his erection. Steven couldn't help lifting my dress up and, when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties, began to rub my clitoris.

"How are we going to do this?" he asked.

"Quietly," I giggled then suggested, "If I turn round, you can fuck me from behind."

"Works for me," he chuckled.

"But before you do," I told him. "I want you to enjoy this holiday. Whatever it takes, alright?"

"Alright," he replied, "but right now what it takes is for you to turn round."

I turned around, rested my elbows against the cubicle wall then stuck my bottom out for him. I felt two fingers probing me and, when they slipped in with ease, Steven knew I was ready. I closed my eyes and waited for him to fill me up.

Steven was gentle. He took his time and allowed me to get used to having his cock inside me. He wasn't the biggest I'd had, but he was a good size. Big enough, but not too big, was what you wanted from a husband.

He pushed his hand under my dress to get at my nipples then, without undoing my bra, he lifted it up over my dainty breasts and began to tease my buds.

"I want you to enjoy this holiday too," he whispered as he started to pump my pussy, letting his shaft glide all the way out before pushing it all the way back in again.

"I will," I told him.

"And are you going to be my little slut?" he asked.

"If you want me to be," I giggled.

"Very much," he replied.

"Then I will be," I told him. "But I belong to you Steven and if I'm going to be your little slut this summer then you need to make sure you give me plenty of loving too."

"You can count on it," he said reassuringly.

My dress was up around my armpits now as Steven unclipped my bra then used both hands to tease my nipples. I reached down and pressed two fingers onto my clitoris then began to rub it in a circular motion.

"You know, I enjoyed seeing you with Jason and Kyle the other night," he told me.

"You like sharing me with other guys, don't you," I said.

"And girls," he added.

"I liked being with them too," I agreed. "And I was a very lucky girl to have all three of you cum in me."

Steven began to pump me more forcefully, lost in his own fantasies, while I couldn't help thinking about Jason and his tall, lean body. We'd made a connection and I wondered if I'd see him again. It didn't seem too likely. I mean he lived in New York and we'd only known each other for a couple of hours. Probably just ships passing in the night, but a girl could dream.

"We should definitely do more group stuff," Steven said.

"I'd like that."

Thinking about what we'd done the previous night worked wonders for us both. I rubbed my clit harder and with Steven squeezing my nipples my orgasm soon followed. I bit on Steven's arm as I came and he began to pump me even more forcefully. I was about to reach down and give him a little bit of encouragement by holding the base of his shaft between my thumb and forefinger when his grip on me tightened.

"I'm going to cum baby," he told me.

"Your little slut's ready for you."

Steven's final thrust almost propelled me into the cubicle wall. He grabbed my hips and held me onto him as he emptied his load into me. I pushed my bottom back into him and the two of us stayed coupled while he enjoyed the last of his orgasm. Only when it had passed did he relax his grip on me.

When Steven pulled out, I quickly shuffled round and positioned myself over the toilet bowl so that any cum from my pussy didn't land on the floor. I sat down and peed while Steven turned away from me and washed his cock off in the basin.

Nobody said the 'Mile High Club, was romantic, but it had been fun...

Chapter 2 - Back in France

Our flight landed in Geneva at nine-fifteen on Saturday morning, 3

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August. That meant we had four whole weeks to enjoy ourselves before being back at work at the start of September.

It didn't take us long to clear airport security and, with a car waiting to pick us up, we were at the hotel, in the small town of Talloires, near Annecy, by eleven-thirty. We'd managed to get some sleep on the plane but it wasn't what you'd call proper rest. So, after checking in, we decided to go to bed for a few hours. We undressed and I curled up in Steven's arms on the bed as we both tried to snooze some more.

It must have worked, because the next thing I heard was the sound of the bedside phone two hours later. Steven answered it and listened to the voice at the other end, then thanked them and replaced the receiver.

"Peters and Cath are downstairs," he said then got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Peters was Daniel's driver and Cath was Peters' wife. For the last couple of years, in return for a free holiday, they'd driven Daniel's Harley Davidson down from London in the back of a rental van. This way, Daniel and Kate didn't have to ride it down through France. Daniel arranged for Peters and Cath to stay in a nice hotel nearby and at the end of the week they picked the bike up again and drove it back to London.

This year was slightly different however. Firstly, because we'd come straight from New York, they were carrying our bike as well. But also, at the end of the week, instead of driving back to London, they'd be continuing on to Provence and leaving both the van and the bikes at Carole's, ready for when Daniel and Kate came to visit her later in August. Then, they'd catch a flight back to London and at the end of August Peters would fly back out to Provence and drive everything back.

Although Peters must have known about my relationship with Daniel he was the soul of discretion. At first he'd addressed me as Miss Lesley but since Steven and I got married it was Mrs Carter. Peters was always formal. You addressed him as Peters (which was his surname) and he addressed you as Sir or Madam, or if he knew you well, he'd call you by your surname.

The exception was Steven who, having once been in a position to do Peters a favour, got to call him by his first name, Ian. In return Peters called Steven by his first name too, or occasionally 'Stevie Boy' if they were both 'off duty'.

Cath and I had a cup of tea and a chat while Steven and Peters manhandled the heavy bikes out of the back of the van. Along with the bikes there was also some of our luggage which a bellboy whisked away on a trolley once it had been decanted from the van.

When the boys came to join us they ordered some beers and the four of us sat in the afternoon sun.

"So, you're heading down to Provence at the end of the week," I said to Peters.

"That's right," he replied. "We're to leave the van and the bike with Mrs Dubois.

Although Carole and Fabien had separated, Carole was, for the time being at least, still called Mrs Dubois. It didn't sound right. She'd kept the name Davidson when she and Daniel had divorced but Carole couldn't really go back to that now. So I wasn't really sure what she was going to call herself in the future.

"It's a terrible shame about Mrs Dubois and her husband," Cath ventured, which earned her a look from Peters that suggested she was entering forbidden territory.

"It is," I told Cath. "But Carole's a strong woman. She'll bounce back."

"You're going to visit her?" Peters asked.

"Yep," Steven replied. "We've got a detour to make to Germany first then we're heading over to spend the rest of August with her."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it," he said, "although how you can be in the same house as those dogs of hers I don't know."

Carole's guard dogs were two fearsome Rhodesian Ridgebacks called Donald and Mickey. They looked imposing and they certainly acted the part but if you were a friend then they were just two very loving bundles of fun.

"You know Donald sleeps on our bed at night," I told Peters, "and Mickey sleeps on the rug,"

"I couldn't be doing with that," Peters admitted. "I'd be too worried they'd savage me in my sleep."

When Peters and Cath left to check-in to their own hotel, Steven and I decided to go for a walk. We had a coffee in the small town centre then bought a few provisions from the store across the street. It was four o'clock by the time we got back to the hotel and, when we opened the door to our suite, we were surprised to find that Daniel and Kate had already arrived.

I let out a high-pitched squeal of delight and rushed to hug Kate. It was only a week since I'd last seen her but it felt like an eternity.

"We didn't expect you for another couple of hours," I told her, not wanting to let go.

"We just managed to squeeze onto an earlier flight," Kate explained.

"I'm so pleased to see you," I said, letting out a little sigh.

"Of course you are," she replied cheekily. "I mean, who wouldn't be?"

The boys had been waiting patiently for their chance to say hello. I hugged Daniel and it quickly turned into a kiss. Steven and Kate did the same and unusually this time there was no banter between them.

"So, are we still up for swapping partners this week?" Kate asked keenly.

"I am but could I have Steven to myself just for tonight?" I pleaded.

"I suppose," Kate agreed. "I mean it's not like he's anything special anyway."

Steven smacked Kate's bottom hard and Kate let out a squeal.

"You little bastard," she told him.

Kate went to thump Steven but he grabbed her arms so she kicked him in the shins instead.

"Ow that hurt," Steven said.

"It was meant to," Kate told him.

"I think the two of you should kiss and make up," Daniel told them chuckling. "It's going to be a long week otherwise."

"What do you say?" Steven asked Kate.

"I suppose," Kate replied enveloping Steven in a hug. "I love you really," she told him.

"I love you too," Steven replied.

And that was it. Their weird mating ritual had been completed and there was no more banter between them for the rest of the week.

Later, in the evening, the boys rode their bikes to a restaurant on the lake which had become the traditional venue for our first night in Annecy. They did great pizzas and both Steven and Daniel loved a good pizza.

Kate and I rode pillion on our respective husbands' bikes. Because of his hectic schedule, it had been a few weeks since Steven had last been out on his bike and I knew he was keen to ride it. It was nice to be sitting behind him on the big Harley Davidson. It felt different to the smaller BMW we'd ridden on the previous two holidays.

I'd wanted to dress up for Steven but it was hard to on a bike. Nevertheless, I wore a very expensive bra and panties that Astrid and Paul Walmsley had bought for me in New York, for him to discover later. Over them, I wore my skin tight leather motorcycle jeans and a tight-fitting pink tank top. Both Steven and I wore the summer jackets that Astrid and Paul had bought for us too. They were much more comfortable than the bulkier ones built for the English weather.

The restaurant was busy, but that was to be expected on a Saturday evening in August. The boys were always going to have a beer, while Kate decided she wanted a glass of Champagne.

"You're right," Daniel told Kate. "Where are my manners? We should be celebrating the Iris deal."

"It's not signed yet," Steven said with an air of caution.

"You don't know?" Daniel said surprised. "It was signed on Friday. They rushed it through apparently."

"I didn't," Steven said a bit shell shocked.

I reached over and gave my husband a big hug.

"Congratulations darling," I told him.

"Yes congratulations Steven," Kate added.

"Feels good?" Daniel asked.

"It does," he replied, a bit lost for words.

Daniel asked the waiter to bring over a bottle as quickly as possible and we toasted Steven's success.

"I don't mean to lower the tone," I said. "But everyone keeps saying that this deal is going to make Steven wealthy. Exactly when is that going to happen?"

"That's my girl," Kate said proudly.

"Basically, not until the end of the financial year, when the bonuses are paid," Daniel began. "But I think we need to make some changes in September Steven."

"How so?" Steven asked.

"Well, you took on Iris as an Interim CEO while we got things off the ground. The Department of Defense isn't going to be happy if you walk away from it now. So we need to formalise the position. I think there's a big future in telecoms technology and intellectual property in particular."

"So does that mean that Steven gets a proper salary for doing that?"

"Yes it does," Daniel sighed.

"Good."

"I also think we need to spin off the technology consultancy into a separate company. I'm not trying to take it away from you, you'd still be in charge but we need to treat it like any other asset."

"Understood," Steven agreed.

"And does Steven get a proper salary for doing that too?"

"We can talk about that but if you remember I already gave him a raise for it when it was started."

"Hmm," I responded.

"And finally, there's the job I'm paying you to do," Daniel told Steven. "Iris and the consultancy have exceeded all expectations but you can't be hands on with every project or you'll run yourself into the ground. And it's not just you. It's Sam, Uwe and Lynne too. I wasn't sure how quickly New Technology Investment would take off but now that it has you're going to need to grow it, otherwise the lot of you are going to be burnt out within the year."

"Understood," Steven repeated.

"And will Steven..." I began, but Daniel cut me off.

"Yes he will," Daniel told me curtly. "But I need you to help me here, Lesley. Your husband needs to delegate. He can't do everything. It's just not humanly possible. The secret to success is surrounding yourself with good people and trusting them to do the work."

"Like you did with Steven?"

"Exactly..."

We rode back after the meal and went up to the suite. Steven phoned General Buchan to thank him for the contract and while he was doing this, Kate and I went back to our bedrooms to change out of our biking gear. I kept my lingerie on and just wore the hotel's bathrobe over it. Kate did the same.

Afterwards, the four of us sat on the balcony for a while looking at the far off lights around the lake and talking about our plans for the week. I sat in Steven's lap and he put his arms around me. I felt loved. Steven, on the other hand, felt horny. He undid the cord on my robe as we talked and pretty soon I was on display while his hands wandered over me.

"I think my husband's trying to tell me something," I joked, getting up and offering Steven my hand.

"Excuse us," Steven said to Daniel and Kate, chuckling, "but something urgent has just come up that my wife needs to take care of."

"See you in the morning," Daniel laughed.

"Don't wear him out too much," Kate told me. "He's got a busy week ahead of him."

I liked it when Steven made these public displays of affection. I liked other people knowing that I turned him on. Daniel and Kate knew that already of course, but it still made me feel special.

When we were alone in the bedroom I slipped off the robe and lay on the bed. Steven stripped off and lay next to me. He was already fully erect.

"Do you like my lingerie?" I asked.

"It's very nice," Steven said, slightly impatiently.

"Astrid and Paul bought it for us in New York."

"Does it come off easily?" he asked, hopefully.

"You don't care that it cost a fortune, do you?"

"Nope, you could be wearing a granny set from Marks and Spencer's and I'd still want to fuck you."

"I don't know why I bother."

"Because you love me and you want to look good for me," he replied. "And it means the world to me that a beautiful, intelligent woman like you wants to do that for a schmuck like me. But right now, I don't care how much the lingerie cost. I just want to fuck you and I don't think I can wait much longer."

I unclipped my bra then pulled down my panties.

"Sometimes you say the sweetest things," I told him as I lay back and opened my legs...

Chapter 3 - Going for a Swim

What turns men on isn't always what women think it's going to be. At least that was my experience. I could spend a fortune on expensive lingerie, which I thought made me look devastatingly sexy, but few things turned Steven on more than the sight of me in a Speedo swimsuit. Mind you, I liked seeing Steven in his Speedo trunks, so perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise.

Before he'd fully woken up on Sunday morning, I'd pestered Steven into taking me swimming in the lake. Kate was a great swimmer and she was sure to want to go swimming with him when we'd swapped partners. But I wanted him to go with me first.

Putting on the classic blue swimsuit over my slender, flat chested, body made me look younger than I was and I couldn't help feeling like I was back at school. It might have been the schoolgirl look that turned Steven on I suppose, although I don't think it was. Steven liked me in anything that clung tightly to my body; leotards, jodhpurs, spandex dresses and stockings of course. All of these hit the spot with him.