Craigslist had not panned out. We’d tried for the ever elusive single bi female. That got us no responses. We switched up the ad and looked for another couple or a single guy. The point was for it to be a group thing. Because he and I are both adept at lining up the one-on-one experiences. Why not swing if you have a willing partner?

There were a ridiculous number of flakes. The guy that responded and then took so long to respond to the emailed pics that he was then drunk. And asked if we were available the next day. The couple that said they were only into soft swap with no penetration but that DP is OK (WTF? I don’t get that. Do they know what DP is?) but that this was not a good weekend, her time of the month, what about next weekend? The girl who was supposed to leave her house at 10 to meet us but never showed. The couple that wanted to play but could not get their “not in the know” friend to leave. The girl that went out to dinner first and then decided she was in for the night. The guy that suddenly decided after he found out that he wasn’t gonna be the one fucking me in the ass that he would take a pass.

We should have just gone to a club.

At this point I was laughing my ass off and Adam was pissed. I’d been at his place for a while. I’d long since kicked off my boots. Fortunately we enjoy each other’s company and can keep each other entertained. He slammed his laptop closed and went to the kitchen. Perching on the counter and opening the window so he could smoke a cigarette. I knelt on the couch reading a cooking magazine.

“You should stop reading and come over here.”

I sashayed my way across his living room. Knowing that he appreciated the view. I was in a paper thin black dress that hit me at mid thigh. The neck was low and barely tied together with a string. The lacing of my bra clearly visible. He was only halfway through his cigarette. He spread his legs slightly and I stood between his knees. He took my ponytail in his hand and pulled my head back roughly as he leaned down to kiss me.

He slipped his hands into the neckline of my dress, pushing it off my shoulders. Reaching behind to unclasp my bra so that I was naked from the waste up. He fondled my breasts. Pinching my nipples until they were hard. Taking them in his mouth and sucking. Kissing me savagely once more.

He grabbed my ponytail once more and used it to turn me around. So I was facing away from him. He reached for my dress with his free hand and removed it from me. Tossing it to the corner. He slipped his hand into my panties and removed those as well. Then his hand closed around my throat as he again pinched and pawed at my breasts.

I looked around his living room. Noting that every single blind was open. That the neighbors across the street had their lights on. He lives on the corner of a very busy intersection. I have no doubt that somewhere someone was watching.

I felt him pushing me forward as he slid off the counter. “Lean over,” he said. I bent over at the waist, bracing myself with one hand on the counter and one hand on the wall. His hand stung when he smacked my ass. Alternating between each cheek until both were red and hot. Then he reached for my hands. But he didn’t lead me to the bedroom.

He led me to the bathroom. “You should get in the shower,” he said.

I looked at him with arched eyebrow and said, “Oh I should?”

I opened the shower door and knelt on the cool tile. He stood in front of me and ordered me to take off his pants while he took off his shirt. I unfastened each button and slipped his jeans and boxers to the ground. Taking his cock in my hand and guiding him toward my mouth.

He loves it when I suck his cock. But that’s not why I was in the shower. I sucked him gently until he was no longer flaccid but not entirely hard. I pulled my mouth from him and looked up, mouth open. He shook his cock gently as I lapped at his head. When his piss started to flow I closed my lips around him, drinking him in.

There was so much piss. I let my mouth fall open as I looked up at him. He would aim for my face and let it flow down over me. It was running in rivers down my cheeks and chin. Coating my tits. Trailing down my belly. It would hit my shoulders and trickle down my back. I rubbed my hands all over my body, spreading it around, playing in it, so that I was covered in his piss.

When he finally stopped I took him in my mouth once again. He took my head in his hands and began to thrust into my mouth. Forcing my nose into his groin. Gagging me with his cock. Fucking my face until I threw up around him. I swallowed it back down and pulled my mouth away, gasping for breath. Snot and tears mixing with the piss.

As soon as I’d caught my breath I wrapped my lips around him once more. Opening my throat so he could fuck my face again. My hands gripping his hips. He thrust into me furiously. Until once again I threw up. Once again swallowing it and taking a breather.

“Rub my cock on your face when you need a break,” he said. I rubbed his cock all over my eyes and my lips. When I took him in my mouth, he again tasted of piss.

This time he went slower. Forcing his cock to the back of my throat and holding it there. Feeling me gag around him. One hand on the back of my head, one on my chin. Long slow strokes in and out of my mouth as I sucked my cheeks in tight. Until once again, my gag reflex failed me and I threw up.

He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Clean up and then come to bed.”

I turned on the hot water and stood under the shower for a few minutes. Wetting my hair. Rinsing my skin. Stepping out I dried off and wrapped myself in a towel. Padded into the darkened bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed, naked.

My towel dropped to the floor as I crawled in bed with him. He nudged me toward his cock. I knelt between his legs and began sucking him. I didn’t see him reach for the camera but I heard the snap. We spent several minutes with him taking pictures of me with his cock in my mouth. Sometimes looking at the camera, sometimes not.

Then he put his hands in my hair once again. Gripping tightly. Holding my head in place and thrusting upwards. Fucking my face once again. I was gagging and drooling and fighting the urge to throw up. Not always successfully but always able to swallow it back down when it happened.

He pulled out of my mouth and turned me around in one motion. Sliding his cock into my pussy. Fucking me from behind. I turned my head so I could watch in the mirror. I love that. I love watching it in the mirror. He slammed into me repeatedly until he cried out with orgasm. Collapsing over me. Both of us breathing heavily.

When he slipped off he pulled me toward him. We lay in the bed together for a long time. Cuddling. Talking. Telling stories. Till we decided we wanted one more drink and that we were hungry. He offered to let me stay the night. But I declined. We’re not there yet. He kissed me deeply when I left.

This is why I enjoy him so much as a swinging partner. Because when things don’t pan out the way we planned, we have no trouble making the most of an evening.