The Accidental Swingers. Pt 1

Ben was quite recent as friends go. But it was one of those sorts of
friendships which blossom very quickly – we just sort of hit it off. We had
similar jobs (which is how we met in the first place), together with similar
interests in food and wine. I work in online publishing, he in printing. We all
love scuba diving, and had done several trips together. Ben had been married,
but it just hadn’t worked out apparently. He was still on good terms with his
ex-wife, who looked gorgeous in the photos he showed us. so Ben was essentially single man again, without
responsibilities. He dated regularly, and we often saw him around with
glamorous ladies. Oddly, he never brought any of them when we socialised
together – it was always just him and the two of us. He clearly liked Pippa a
lot, but seemed to treat her like a sister rather than a potential lover. Ben
would always kiss her chastely on both cheeks whenever we met, or whenever
parting. We were just close friends who enjoyed doing things together, nothing
more. It was obvious that Pippa liked him as well – not surprising really, as
Ben was slightly taller than Pippa at 6ft 2in, with lean good looks and
slightly receding brown hair. More importantly, he had a ready smile, dazzling
white teeth, and a happy nature. He was always fun to be around – we both enjoyed
his company immensely. Then came that Saturday evening that started it all. We
had agreed with Ben to go on a short dive trip together. We were living in Kota
Kinabalu, Sabah at the time. We planned to fly to Manila, a very short hop, and
then drive down to Anilao, about 2½ hours outside the city. Anilao is an area
on the coast south of Manila – a hidden treasure with dozens of small
family-run dive resorts. Great value, great people, and even greater food.
Better still, great diving, with some of the best dive sites I know. I remember
suggesting to Ben that he come round sometime, so we could discuss the details.
I had intended to invite him for a drink and a bite sometime in the near future
– but he seemed to have interpreted the ‘sometime’ as an invitation just to pop
in. Which is what he did at 9pm that Saturday night.

Pippa and I had eaten an early light supper – local freshwater prawns
tossed in the wok with sayur manis, a Sabah green vegetable. We’d finished off
with a fresh mango – I remember it was one of the local varieties with a green
skin and bright orange flesh inside – I love their perfume when peeled. We’d
kicked the evening off with one of my mean martinis each, and then shared a
bottle of red wine with the meal. Pippa had cleared away whilst I closed the
curtains, put on the aircon, turned down the lights and put on a DVD. We’d
already made the decision to have a night of passion, since we had no need to
get up the next morning, so I put on a porn movie just to get us in the mood,
so to speak. It was one of those excellent movies by Joybear, a small London
producer of rather ‘arty’ porn films. I like them because they have plots, come
in separate ‘chapters’, and are gentle, erotic and sometimes funny - unlike the
hard, pounding porn of many Californian studios.

We settled down on our king-sized settee to watch, glasses of whisky in
hand. I was wearing a light sea-island cotton shirt over a pair of shorts. I
never wear underwear – I always find it too uncomfortable. Pippa had thrown off
her day clothes, and stepped into a gauzy fine white cotton gown that she
tended to wear around the house when alone. I have to admit that it always
turned me on. It clung nicely to her bottom when she leant over, and it seemed
to mould itself around her beautiful firm breasts. I suppose she knew it had
that effect on me, which is why she often wore it when we were alone together.
Ten minutes into the film – and just as we were warming up – the doorbell rang.
Strange, as no-one ever visited unannounced at night in Kota Kinabalu. I
checked through the peep-hole and saw Ben outside. Thinking there might be a
problem, I immediately swung open the door, to find him on the doorstep with a
bottle of red wine in his hand. “I knew the two of you were staying in tonight,
so I thought I’d take you up on your invitation to discuss the Anilao trip,” he
said, with a warm smile. “I left it till I was sure you’d finished dinner, so
as not to make you think I expected to be fed.” I opened the door wide and
ushered Ben in. After all, he was a good friend, and sex could always wait till
he’d gone. I wasn’t too worried about Pippa’s attire, as he’d seen her in
pretty scanty clothes many a time whilst diving. As I led him into the living
room, I realised to my horror that the porno film was still playing! I’d put it
on mute when I got up to go to the door, and now I realised Pippa was scrabbling
for the remote. No good, she couldn’t find it - I’d dropped it down the arm of
the sofa as I got up. Pippa flushed whilst I dived for it, and finally managed
to turn the TV off. Ben just stood there grinning. Fortunately we were good
enough friends not to be too embarrassed by the incident. “Oh, dear. I do seem
to have chosen a bad night” said Ben. “You guys had obviously planned a quiet
night in!” “Not at all”, we both rushed to assure him – then we all dissolved
into laughter together. I took his wine bottle out of his hand, poured him a
whisky, and gestured him to sit down on the giant sofa on Pippa’s right. I sat
down with my drink on the other side of her. After a few sips, Ben said: “so,
what’s the movie then?” Pippa explained, blushing slightly, that it was from a
small UK production company called Joybear, and that Ben was unlikely to have
heard of it. On the contrary – it turned out that Ben knew them well, and had
just downloaded their latest series based on real couples in London. Although
he’d seen previous films from them, he hadn’t yet got around to watching this
one yet. I quickly told him that this was in fact the first of the same series,
and that we were just watching it for the first time. “So why don’t you just
resume, and we’ll watch it together” suggested Ben. Pippa and I looked at each
other. “Nothing to lose” thought I, and Pippa obviously thought likewise, as
she gave a small nod, her eyes fixed on mine. For a brief moment, the air
between us was totally erotically charged. But then I thought to myself that it
would just be a bit of fun, that we’d watch it together over a drink, and then
Ben would just go home. We were comfortable enough friends to do that, and to laugh
it off afterwards, I decided.

“Shall we start from the beginning then, or just resume where we left
off”, I asked Pippa. “Oh, go back to the beginning, or Ben will never follow
the plot,” joked Pippa. So I did. We all sat there in the semi-dark sipping at
our drinks, and pretending that the film wasn’t turning us on. At least, I did.
I remember the good-looking couple in the film had arrived at a night-club,
where they did some pretty erotic dancing in a dark corner of the floor. They
then went off to a secluded alcove where they started getting down and dirty.
At this stage in the proceedings, a guy whom I gathered was an acquaintance of
the girl from work, appeared in their alcove. Everyone seemed surprised, but he
eventually was invited to join in, after standing watching the two of them for
a while. He got out a huge penis, which the girl started stroking whilst her
guy was fucking her.  I was feeling quite
turned on by this time, and had an erection showing clearly under my shorts. Pippa
looked across, saw it and winked, and then directed my gaze to Ben’s lap. He
too had a massive erection, and was staring fixedly at the screen, trying to
ignore it. Pippa and I looked at each other, and then suddenly, unexpectedly,
she put her left hand down over his erection. Ben jumped, then relaxed back
into his chair giving me a quizzical look. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled
at him. I hadn’t a clue where this would lead, or what Pippa was up to. All I
knew is that we’d all had a few drinks, and were seriously turned on by the
porn movie showing in front of us. I think we were all too embarrassed at this
point to look at each other, so we all seemed to be looking fixedly at the
screen whilst Pippa’s hands continued the work. I looked down as Ben sighed,
and saw Pippa pull down Ben’s zip and release his erection. It was certainly
big and hard at this point – hardly surprising! I was sitting pressed against Pippa’s
left thigh at this moment, and was hot as hell, with my dick straining against
my fly. I was completely out of my depth. Should I get actively involved, or
should I let Pippa take the lead, and see where it took us? I decided on the
latter course of action, so sat back to watch the action unfold. With her right
hand, she turned his face towards her, and kissed him slowly on the lips. He
lifted his hand from his lap and started to stroke her breasts through the thin
material. I could see the nipples responding immediately – she really was
turned on! Pippa quickly got up from the sofa, knelt in front of Ben, and then
swiftly put her mouth over his dick. At the same time, she was working at the
waist belt of his shorts, and very soon had it open. With a tug she pulled down
his shorts and then his boxers, all the time keeping him deep in her mouth, but
quite still. Realising her intentions, Ben lifted his backside so she could
slip them off. All this time he was cupping those delicious breasts, and
caressing the by now rigid nipples through the thin material of her gown. Ben
moaned as Pippa started working her mouth and her fist up and down rhythmically
over his penis. All this time, I thought I was being totally ignored by the two
of them. And then, Pippa glanced up at me whilst she was sucking him, and
looked me fixedly in the eyes as she did it. My penis was still rigid in my
shorts at this point – but the moment was so erotic that I almost came on the
spot. She grinned at me round his member, knowing full well what she was doing
to me. Ben now lifted Pippa up under the shoulders, stood in front of her and
slipped her gown up over her head. He stood for a long moment enjoying the
sight of her delicious taught body as she stood before him. Her breasts were
small but firm, despite her maturity. Her stomach completely flat and toned,
and her thighs slender and shapely. Pippa’s pubic hair was newly-trimmed – I
did it myself regularly. What hair she had left was trimmed into a narrow
stripe, leading from the belly down to the beginning of the cleft of her sex.
The sight of her like this always turned me on, and I could see Ben reacting
the same, as his member twitched upwards at the view. He gently sat her back down
on the sofa, and knelt in front of her, slipping off his shirt as he did so. Then
his head moved down towards her lap, and it was Pippa’s turn to moan. She knew
what was coming, and it was something that never failed to turn her on. He
eased her thighs apart, and without hesitating, went straight for her clitoris
with his tongue. He clearly knew what he was doing, as he licked and sucked her
expertly, moving back down the slit and then up again to caress her clitoris
with his tongue. He opened her legs wider still, then opened up the lips of her
sex with the fingers and thumb of his left hand. She moaned even more now, as
this exposed the rapidly swelling clit. He started sucking it seriously now,
and as she moved beneath him in pleasure, gently inserted two fingers of his right
hand into her wet vagina. It was as if he knew that she was ready to come now,
if only he would curve the two fingers upwards and stroke the ridged wall above
the opening of her sex. And this is exactly what he did! Almost instantly, Pippa
came in a great throbbing movement, strong enough to throw Ben off her. Looking
her in the eyes, Ben said: “again?”, and she nodded, incapable of speech. He
started a slow licking movement, with her clitoris exposed again. He inserted
the same two fingers, but this time held them rigid, and stroked them gently in
and out of her sex. Pippa moaned sensuously, and looked up into my eyes, as I
sat next to the rapturous couple. She nodded at me, and I got her message
straight away. I stood up, took off my shirt, dropped my shorts, and released
my now-rampant organ.  I went and stood next to Pippa at the end
of the sofa. She took my dick in both her hands and fed it into her mouth,
where she immediately started sucking to the same rhythm set up below by Ben. I
wish I could have stood back and watched that scene – Pippa with her legs
splayed open and Ben sucking furiously on her clit, all the time fucking her
with his fingers; whilst I stood upright next to her, her head turned towards
me sucking my dick as her hands stroked it up and down. Ben, seeing what she
was doing, made the next move. He quickly pulled her to her knees on the sofa,
her head facing me as I stood at the armrest. He knelt up behind her. Pippa
realised his intentions, and reached round behind her to grab his dick. I
watched over her pretty backside as she fed it into herself, then lent back on
Ben to push it all the way in. Ben groaned with pleasure, and slowly started
moving in her. She was having none of that, and quickly made it clear (as she
always does) that she wanted a fast deep motion. Nothing slow and gentle for Pippa
at this point! Satisfied that he was fucking her fast and hard, she turned her
head back to me and started sucking me again. This time she sucked hard, to the
same rhythm, and stroked me up and down as well. Something had to give – and it
was Ben first, who burst into her with a low sobbing sound. Almost instantly Pippa
followed him, her knees buckling and giving out that mewing sound I know so
well. As she went down on the sofa, followed by Ben who collapsed on her back,
I was left standing with a still-unsatisfied erection.  After a few moments to catch her breath, Pippa
came to my rescue. She squirmed out from under the deep-breathing Ben, took me
over to the dining table, and laid on it on her left side, her knees drawn up
towards her breasts. Her pert bottom was now sticking out over the table edge,
and her thighs were closed. All I could see was the closed cleft of her sex,
red and swollen. I knew this one of old – one of her favourites. I stood right
up against her and inserted my organ into that sweet cleft. In this position
she was incredibly tight. She clearly intended to give me no quarter, as her right
hand grasped the base of my member, pulling the skin down tight and inflaming
the head. “Fuck me now” she whispered, and I did. By this time Ben had come
back to life, and stood by the table fondling her nipples. “Oh yes” she gasped
at him, and he got the message, pulling at them gently. She moaned quickly, and
soon came to a shuddering orgasm, drawing me down into mine.

I came to after what seemed like ages later, to see a naked Ben
complete with flaccid penis, holding out our drinks for us. At that we rolled
off the table and burst into laughter. Pippa led us both back to the sofa where
we all sat again with our drinks. Slightly embarrassed now, Ben said: “I really
ought to be going now, and leave you to it”. Pippa looked at me, then at Ben,
smiled, and put her arms round both of us: “I don’t know about you, Ben, but
Rob and I don’t have to get up in the morning. Could you manage a bit more of
the same?” Ben grinned from ear to ear and said: “I’m sure I could – perhaps we
should try!”

And we did.

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