Chapter 2: ‘All Those Years, I’d Been Conned…’
Chapter 4: ‘It’s Me-Time Now…’
Chapter 5: Swinging and Marriage
Chapter 6: Taking Over the Driving
Chapter 9: Couples Starting Out
Chapter 10: Not for the Impatient
Chapter 1: Swinging and Emotions
Chapter 3: ‘Let the Girls Have Their Fun’
Chapter 6: ‘Tongues, or He’ll Suspect!’
Chapter 8: The Danger of reality
Chapter 1: Antecedents and Influences
Chapter 2: Orgies as Seasonal Contraceptives?
Chapter 3: The Persistence of Orgies
Chapter 4: Dollymops and Midinettes
Chapter 6: Kissing and Fucking Considered as Fine Arts
Chapter 7: The Freedom of Forgiveness
Chapter 5: having Your Cake and Eating it
Chapter 6: ‘That Frivolous Pretence…’
Chapter 7: Elaboration, Adornment, Prolongation, Enrichment…
Chapter 8: A Cautious Commendation
Chapter 10: A Romantic Beginning
LAST NIGHT, MY GIRLFRIEND CHRISTY and I were having sex with a woman—mid-thirties, toned, blonde.
The blonde woman was lying on her back on a bed, hands fluttering at my hip-bones. She had slender legs encased in black hold-up stockings, a rose tattooed on her left inner thigh, a plush, shaven pussy on which we had both been lavishing attention for a good twenty minutes, a diamante ring in her belly-button, and a sweet smile.
Neither of us could actually see that smile just then, because another girl was sitting on it—one pair of lips athwart another.
This other girl was naked and tanned deep copper, with a sliver of white skin left by the tiniest of briefs. She had short, spiky, dark brown hair.
She had introduced herself to us half an hour earlier as Laurie. She had shaken our hands then, pecked our cheeks, said ‘Hi! So, where are you from?’
Now she hung, gasping, her right hand gripping my left shoulder, her left on the nape of Christy’s neck. Her tongue lit a tangled fuse up my throat and along my jawbone and occasionally slithered into my mouth as we both—in our different ways—used the woman beneath us for our pleasure.
The blonde woman’s tongue emerged to flicker at, and to writhe into, the cleft above it, vanished then returned like a gale-blown flame.
Christy was on her hands and knees at right angles to us. Ducking down beneath Laurie, she nuzzled at the blonde woman’s breasts and stomach while her left hand reached down to finger the prone woman’s clitoris. She grinned up at me, then turned her head upward to kiss and nibble at Laurie’s nipples.
Christy’s body was being jerked and breath and sound forced from her by the man kneeling behind her. This was Laurie’s boyfriend, who was—I think—called Steve. He was as fair as she was dark, with a bang of fair honey-coloured flopping over his face. He was not Christy’s type, and he did what he was doing monotonously, as though he had just one gear. He said ‘Yeah,’ each time his belly slapped against her buttocks. That was monotonous too. She did not even look at him. She was concentrating