Mere Foreplay: My First Swap

Early April 2021

Ned and Tarah accepted our invite for the following Saturday night at our house, kids included. Just like us, the kids hit it off immediately. They spent that evening perfectly content ignoring us in favor of their own party in the basement.

This left us with hours for adult conversation and connection. We snacked on crudites and sipped drinks in the kitchen. When the sky grew darker, I offered weed from my little water bong, and we headed up to our bedroom to smoke. Then we chatted in the hot tub until our cups were empty and it was time to break for refills and trips to the bathroom. 

I was under the impression that all four of us were heading back out for another soak, but when my business was taken care of, Jack and Tarah shooed me back outside alone. 

Ned was already back out there, leisurely soaking. I realized that we hadn’t yet had any friends in our little “grotto,” as we called it. The space was lit up by the strand of string lights that I’d draped overhead, shielded from the neighbors’ house by a privacy fence. 

I climbed into the tub and sat across from Ned. 

He laughed. “What are you doing all the way over there?” 

I hesitated. What’s happening?

He got up and moved next to me. I responded to this move with a shy smile. Oh, we’re flirting…

Then he put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth.

Flirting aside, I wasn’t expecting that. I startled and awkwardly pulled away before I could register my feelings. My heartbeat quickened and I immediately felt guilty. “Don’t we need to talk with Jack and Tarah?” 

Jack and I hadn’t specifically reviewed this scenario. We’d talked about me alone with a hypothetical woman, but not about me with Ned. Sure, we’d talked about letting things happen naturally, but I thought we’d start with all four of us in attendance. I thought that things would happen between me and Tarah first. I thought Ned might ask me if I wanted to kiss before just going for it. 

I thought all wrong.

“They know. They’re leaving us alone on purpose,” he responded, caressing my arm with his hand. 

It all seems so presumptuous to me now, looking back. I had told him all along that I’d wanted to explore my bisexuality, or maybe do a foursome thing with Jack. 

He was starting to lean in again, his eyes locked on me. I had to think fast. 

Yes, we’d told Ned and Tarah that we were going to “go with the flow.” The flow seemed to be leading to a makeout session, and I felt that Ned was right about Jack and Tarah. They’d probably talked in the kitchen when I was in the bathroom, and either way…I felt in my gut that this would be okay with Jack. I know him.

I was slightly annoyed that no one had taken the time to consult me about my consent, but I suppose this was that moment. I could choose how to proceed.

I kissed him back. 

Kissing meant no talking, so I had another moment to think. What was I feeling? Was this just validation? I felt his hunger for me. We’d become fast friends that past month.  He knew me personally, not just as a hot piece of ass, and still he wanted me…it was more than validation of my body. I felt desired, as me. And I liked that feeling. 

It had been so long since I’d kissed someone new like this. With Raquel, there’d been zero passion, and Hal…well, yuck. 

But Ned. I wanted to kiss Ned. I had wanted to kiss him since I first saw his big brown eyes peering at me from the space between his baseball cap and gaiter mask. And now here we were, our mouths moving hungrily as our hands began to explore. 

He pulled me onto his lap, facing him with my legs straddling his body. 

I was acutely aware of the stubble of his beard, not as scratchy as Jack’s. His body hair was thicker, but his bald head was smooth as my hands grabbed the back of it, pulling him closer. 

I don’t know how many minutes passed before I heard the screen door opening around the corner of the deck. I drew back from Ned as Tarah bounded towards the hot tub. For a moment, I worried again. Would she be upset? 

“What’re you two up to?” she smirked. She wasn’t upset at all. 

“Oh, you know,” Ned winked. 

She lowered her body into the hot tub, across from us, and said, “Let me watch for a minute.” 

Ned smiled and pulled me close, then kissed me, slowly and purposefully. I reciprocated, trusting that they knew what they were doing, happy to let them take the lead. When the kiss ended, Ned said, “Tarah likes to watch.”

Glancing at Tarah, I saw that she indeed seemed enthralled, smiling big, eyes wide. She laughed. “Do it again,” she said, and we did. 

And then, just as quickly as she’d entered the scene, she retreated, commenting that she needed to check on the kids and Jack.

Ned pulled me on top of him again, and this time I settled easily into our makeout session. I felt some tension that I’d been holding fall away. We had Tarah’s blessing, which affirmed my suspicions about Jack’s consent, too. I had been granted an opportunity to make out with this cute dude from work, and I decided to seize it.

He made comments that tickled. “Your smile,” he sighed, smiling back. “God, you’re so cute.” We alternated making out with compliments and taking unabashed stock of the other’s body. 

I realized I liked the one-on-one; it felt more intimate, which helped me focus. I was more present, more in the zone, more passionate than I remembered being with those college friends, with Hal and Raquel, surrounded by people at Hedo. It was almost like sex with Jack, but different. I’ve had enough group sex now to say that I still prefer doing it one-on-one, but this was the first time that I’d done anything completely one-on-one with anybody since before Jack. Since high school. 

We continued to make out, our lips traveling down each other’s necks and collarbones as the songs on my playlist went from one to the next. I couldn’t say how many we listened to before we moved to the next level. 

Eventually his hands moved from grasping my back to my front, gently stroking the top of my bikini, my nipples growing hard underneath his touch. 

He pulled my bikini bottoms out towards him, peeking inside. Upon seeing my small, trim triangle of dark pubic hair, he uttered, “Oh, fuuuuck” in a breathy groan. In response, my own arousal grew. I suppose I like validation; I like to be desirable. I like turning people on, so sue me.

I reached my own hand down towards his groin and felt his hard cock through his bathing suit. I put my hand inside his shorts and stroked it. We held eye contact as we felt each other. 

I began to rub my clit against his hard shaft, still straddling him. I was still looking him in the eyes, though my own were starting to flutter. The look he was giving me, the sound of his breath as he groaned with arousal, the motion of our bodies rubbing together in the warm water, the kisses that we kept finding our way back to — it all became a blur of pleasure. 

I let myself go, my legs shaking as my feet ejected from their position, my body helpless to the orgasm that wracked through me as I rubbed against him, near floating in the water, his hands grasping my ass. I felt sexy as fuck.

Then I giggled and regained some clarity, as I always do after a good orgasm. “I don’t want to be the only one who cums.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured me. “I’m fine. It’s better if we go slow.”

And yet, was this slow? I’d just come in the presence of a co-worker, in my hot tub, without any plans to do so before the very moment of its occurrence. It felt so quick, so passionate. It felt like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. 

Later, Jack would indeed confirm that he and Tarah felt we needed this. “They’re obviously crushing on each other,” Jack had told Tarah. 

“Let’s give them some time,” Tarah agreed, and the two of them made their way up to our master bathroom shower, where they rinsed off and she gave him a handjob.

Ned and I left the hot tub with huge smiles on our faces. “We should go help with the kids,” Ned said. “We’ll have to get going soon.” He wrapped himself in a towel and made his way to the basement.

Meanwhile, I went upstairs to rinse off. Jack and Tarah were dressed, smoking pot on the bench at the end of the bed, blowing plumes out the open window. “Mind if I shower?” I asked.

Tarah waved her approval. “It’s your house.”

Jack added, “Keep the door open.” He turned to Tarah. “We’re kind of nudists. Lizzie isn’t shy.”

“No,” Tarah smiled. “She shouldn’t be.”

Emboldened by the night’s activities, I did exactly as Jack set me up to do. After my shower, I dried off and hung the towel on the rack. I walked naked across the room, past Jack and Tarah, to my closet. As I stood in front of my clothes, considering, the bedroom door opened. Ned came in, still in his swimsuit. I saw his eyes take in the scene: Jack and Tarah still at the end of the bed, chatting jovially. Me, naked in the closet. He tried to play it cool, but I could sense that he was slightly rattled.

“Oh, Lizzie’s a bit of a nudist,” Jack restated.

“Just getting dressed now,” I said, pulling out a purple yoga top and black shorts. I’d decided on comfort, and I dressed while Ned indicated that he was going to rinse off, heading into the bathroom.

“We’ll go get the kids ready,” Tarah said, glancing at Jack. They giggled and scuttled away.

Now dressed, I ventured into the bathroom. “Let me get you a clean towel,” I started to say, but Ned grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him.

He kissed me, frantic and intense now, not slow. He pulled my shirt off over my head. His hands ran the length of my body, over my breasts and then downwards. He pulled my shorts off and then pulled off his own bottoms, kissing me the entire time. He still wants me. I was flattered, and I grew wet in response.

In one quick motion, he lifted me up and set me on the cold granite countertop. His eyes were intense, locked on mine, as he panted, “Do you think they had sex?” I think this was his way of asking permission. He wants to fuck me, I thought. Not so slow now, eh?

I shook my head, managing just one word, “No.” There was no way that Jack would simply jump into full-out intercourse with Tarah without talking to me first; I knew this as a fact. I was intoxicated by Ned’s desire for me, the way he had grabbed me — he wanted me, he couldn’t resist me — but I would not cross that line without talking to Jack. 

I hadn’t even had time to process if I wanted this. I had been thinking about Tarah, about foursomes…and besides, I knew plenty of other routes to pleasure. 

Ned let a small groan escape as he altered course. He knelt on the floor in front of me, positioned his head between my thighs, and began to lick my clit. 

I settled in to his offering, briefly, before I stood up, suddenly realizing that I couldn’t come from the way that he was eating me out. I wasn’t ready to school him on what to do, nor did I want to lose momentum. He immediately started to finger me, too hard, and our position leaning against the cabinets was too awkward. I also wasn’t in the mood to offer instruction on the fingering techniques that would showcase the full gamut of my orgasmic talents, so I flipped the script. 

“It’s your turn,” I whispered, kneeling before him. I started to lick his cock, gently, my eyes taking in this new member. Ned’s cock was certainly different than Jack’s — not much smaller in terms of length, but much thinner. Plus, it jutted out at an angle, crooked. 

I didn’t want to be judgemental, but I didn’t like it as much as Jack’s. Maybe it’s the queer girl in me, but I’m not a huge fan of the way dicks look. Jack’s is akin to what you’d see on a statue, so maybe that’s why his works for me. 

Still, I liked how Ned was making me feel. I liked the flirting and friendship at work. I liked the exhilaration of being desired. I liked where this four-way friendship seemed to be going, and I was aroused by the submissive position that I was now in, on my knees in front of his naked body.

He grabbed the back of my head and began to thrust into my mouth, hard and fast. I kept my throat open to accept him, my eyes looking up at his face, now contorted with pleasure, until I audibly gagged. 

Jack and I go through blowjob phases. For years, before losing our virginity, Jack enjoyed fucking my face. We got away from fellatio while I was pregnant — that and pretty much every other sex act — but now we were back to blowjobs again. We were going through a phase where Jack took his blowjobs in savoring-an-ice-cream-cone style, gentle ball play included. Once in awhile he’d get rough with me and fuck my mouth during some kinky play, but at that point in our relationship, it was rare.

Also, Jack rarely orgasms from blowjobs anymore. They’re merely foreplay, pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Jack usually prefers to ejaculate inside my vagina while fucking me from behind, but if that option is unavailable, he’ll merrily jerk off onto my itty-bitty titties or tummy. He’s respectful, but he also realizes that my apprehension about the taste of semen dampens my arousal and enthusiasm when giving head. So we find the win-win.

All that to say…I wasn’t in the mood to be mouth fucked, nor did I want to have Ned’s jizz in my mouth.

Ned didn’t object when I took my mouth off his cock and began to kiss his balls, tickling his taint with my fingers at first, then massaging. He stroked his cock with his own hand. “Come on my tits,” I urged, when I felt that he was close. 

He strengthened the grip on his cock, increasing the speed as he began to jerk off. I continued to kiss his balls until I heard his breathing turn to panting, his voice uttering, “Fuuuuuck, fuuuuck…” 

Then I pulled my face back, looking up at him, my hands caressing his tight balls. He came on my tits, looking down at me. After his last gasp, we smiled at each other, big.

I stood up before him, his cum still on my chest. “You can shower now if you want,” I said, and he chuckled. I grabbed a washcloth as he started up the shower. We kept stealing glances at each other, exchanging giant grins but no words. 

I felt affirmed. Exhilarated. Tingly. Alive.

I made my way downstairs, unable to hide my smile from Jack and Tarah, who smirked right back at me in a knowing way. The kids were packed up; it was Easter the next day and all of us parents still had a night of hiding baskets ahead of us. 

After they left, Jack and I swapped stories. I learned about that handjob I mentioned earlier. In return, I told Jack everything about me and Ned. We checked in with each other — did either of us feel jealous or upset? Nope. Had either of us gone too far, or made the other uncomfortable? Nope. 

Actually, we were both extremely aroused. As soon as the eggs were spread and baskets hidden, we raced into bed together. Our evening with Ned and Tarah had been mere foreplay.