Swinging in Amsterdam (At the Swingers' Club, #1) (3 page)

A guy leaned back against the wall near the door, his pants round his ankles and his dick deep in the mouth of a Chinese woman who was on her knees before him. His hands were buried deep in her blue-black hair, and his head was tipped back, his eyes closed tight.

And there, on a sofa a guy lay back, his face being ridden by a Rubenesque blonde, who was grinding down onto him energetically.

The more she looked, the more she saw. Couples kissing, touching, fucking, or just sitting or lying in various tangled, spent combinations of bodies.

Martin was still holding her hand, and now his grip briefly tightened. “You okay?” he asked again.

“I am,” she said. “I really am.”

A fiftyish guy in a suit came to greet them. “Hey,” he said, “you’re friends of Nadia, right? She called, said she hoped you’d come. I show you around, yes? This is my place, my friends. You like?”

§

There wasn’t much more to this place than the big, open area and a few bedrooms tucked away at the back – all of them occupied. After a quick look around, Martin and Selena had drinks at the bar, poured by the place’s owner, who introduced himself as Dirk.

They didn’t say much, just let their eyes roam.

“There is no pressure, yes?” Dirk had told them. “Everybody here has their own limits, yes? Just chill, man. Have a drink and chill a bit, yes?”

Finally, Martin said, “What do you think?”

Selena looked at him, hesitating, then said, “You want to know my reaction when we stepped through that door? I felt... like I’d come home. Does that sound odd? This place... the vibe... it’s so laid back, isn’t it? People just doing what they want.” She studied Martin’s features for a reaction, suddenly worried that she might have shocked him. “What do
you
think?”

Another hesitation, and then that smile broke out across his face. “You want to know what I think?” he said. “I think
this
...”

He reached for her, pulled her towards him, and kissed her hard. One hand held the back of her head, controlling her movements as his tongue drove deep. The other stole down to the small of her back and drew her body against his.

There was hardness there, pressing into her midriff. She pressed against him, rolled her hips against him, trying to find a position where that hard shaft could be pressing against her in just the right place.

“Hey.” It was a voice that was familiar already, even though they had only just met earlier. Nadia. A hand on Selena’s shoulder and she pulled away from Martin’s kiss, twisted at the waist, and met Nadia’s soft mouth with her own. Then Nadia pulled away and stretched to kiss Martin, first on the neck and then on the mouth.

What a strange thing... watching Martin kissing another woman. The three of them, their bodies pressing together, hands resting on each other, squeezing and exploring.

“We get a room,
ja?
”

Selena shook her head. She took Nadia’s face in both hands and kissed her, then reached down, found her t-shirt and pulled it upwards.

She was wearing a simple white bra, which Selena deftly unclipped and removed.

Selena dipped her head to one full breast, found the hardness of the nipple and sucked it in between her teeth. With one hand she cupped that breast, taking its soft weight in her hand and gently squeezing as she drew her head back, tugging on the nipple with her teeth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue.

Drawing away, Selena pulled her light summer dress up over her head, aware that people were watching. Enjoying all those eyes on her as she came to stand there in just her bra and a tiny lace thong.

Nadia’s eyes hadn’t left her. Now the other woman reached out to put a hand on Selena’s shoulder, pressing down. Selena dropped to her knees, looking up at Nadia, their eyes still locked.

Now Nadia began to dance, weaving those sinuous shapes with her body. She reached for the button of her jeans and popped it open, then slid the zipper down. Turning, she started to slide them down across her hips, revealing the bare flesh of her ass, the flimsy back of a thong losing itself between her cheeks. Jeans down to her thighs, still dancing, she started to move around Selena, before finally she slipped her jeans down and stepped out of them.

She came to stand close, and Selena reached up, put her hands on that perfect ass and drew her in close.

Lace scraped against her face, and she pressed her mouth against the flimsy fabric while her hands worked that ass. Nadia ground against her, still twisting and moving.

Selena drew her head away a little, and looked around until she saw Martin standing at the bar, watching, smiling. She blew him a kiss, then moved her hands round, hooked her fingers in Nadia’s thong and pulled it down.

The strip of hair was barely as wide as a finger. Selena pressed her lips against it at the top, then slowly drew her tongue downwards, following that trail to a softness, a parting, a tiny hardness.

Nadia shifted a little, moving her legs apart, and Selena slid a hand up the inside of a thigh until her knuckles came up against softness, wetness. She pushed up, turning her hand so that her fingers parted Nadia’s labia, found the opening, and slid inside.

Nadia was still doing that sinuous, hip-rolling thing. Selena just had to hold herself rigid and let the other woman work herself against her, sliding her clit against Selena’s tongue, riding her fingers as the probed deep inside her.

For a moment, then, Selena was struck by the strangeness of what was happening, that she was fucking this exotic woman in a room full of people. Then it was gone, she didn’t care... Nadia was pressing against her with more urgency and all that was in Selena’s head was the taste of her, the wet feel of her, the way she responded when Selena’s hand drove upwards to meet her thrusts, and when she started to flick her tongue across Nadia’s clit.

The way she held herself there, suddenly, not moving, clutching Selena’s head to her as if she was about to topple. The way there was a sudden tightening around Selena’s fingers, and then Nadia cried out and there was a flutter of tightenings in the other woman’s cunt as she rode her orgasm out against Selena’s face and hand.

§

She slumped back, her jaw and neck aching, her arm pulsing with a pain she hadn’t noticed until now.

Nadia had crumpled to her knees, and was now supporting herself on all fours while she caught her breath. Over at the bar, Martin was talking to Dirk, both of them watching the two women.

Nadia followed the direction of Selena’s look. When she glanced back, she was smiling. Still on her knees she crawled the short distance towards Selena and took her into a tight embrace.

It had been a long time since Selena had held another woman like this. She’d forgotten that soft pressure of breasts against her, the smoothness of the skin. Impatient, she reached back to release her own bra, and then pulled it clear.

Now, soft breasts pressed together. The hardness of a nipple. Her own nipples – so sensitive!

Nadia began to kiss her. Along the line of her jaw and then down her neck. The press of her body was pushing Selena backwards, a gentle weight bearing down on her.

Nadia’s mouth found her collarbone, followed it around to the breastbone, worked down. She drew her face down between Selena’s breasts, cupping them in her hands, pushing them together. With a slight turn of the head she took Selena’s left nipple into her mouth and swirled the tip of her tongue around the areola. Instantly, bolts of pleasure darted through Selena’s body.

God, but this was intense!

She kissed down Selena’s ribcage to the softness of her belly.

Down and across the narrowing of her waist, to her hip.

Now it was Nadia’s turn to hook fingers into thong, pull it down as far as it would go.

Leaning back, Selena shifted her feet so she was lying back now, propped on her elbows. Deftly, Nadia removed the thong and tossed it away to one side.

Now she looked down the length of her body to where Nadia’s head worked over the smoothness of her belly. Her lips were soft against her, her tongue firm and soft at the same time, and so wet!

Her mouth worked down between Selena’s spread legs, probing and parting, the tip of her tongue pressing up and finding Selena’s clit – so intense! – and starting to circle around it.

Selena put a hand down, and pushed Nadia’s head lower so that her tongue pressed against her opening and then slid inside.

Nadia started to roll her head from side to side as she fucked Selena with her tongue, a movement that somehow created so many sensations of pressure, sliding, probing... Her upper lip pressed against Selena’s clit, a delicious pressure.

Selena looked up then, aware that things had changed around her.

Martin was closer now, watching them. He reached for his pants, undid the buttons, let them fall. Pulled his boxers down and his long dick sprang out.

He dropped to his knees too, now, one hand wrapped around his shaft, his fist pumping hard.

Selena didn’t know where to look, her eyes flitting between Martin’s eyes, his dick, and then across to where Nadia’s head was buried.

Martin shuffled closer, still pumping his hard dick in one hand.

Closer still, and he kissed her.

Nadia started to sense the growing urgency in Selena’s movements now. She slid her mouth up to Selena’s clit again, clamping her lips hard around it and flicking with the tip of her tongue. As she did this she slid a finger into Selena’s cunt and started to thrust in and out, fast.

Martin pulled away then, a look of surprise on his face.

He looked down and Selena followed his look. It wasn’t just his hand on his dick any more. A small blonde woman had moved to join them, her long fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling and twisting. Then, as Selena watched, the woman dipped her head down and took Martin in her mouth.

Eyes fixed on Selena, Martin raised an eyebrow, almost as if to check that she was okay with this.

She reached for his head, and pulled him down into another kiss.

She felt as if her whole body was going to explode. So many sensations! The visual of Martin being sucked by another woman. The tenderness of his kiss. The steady working of Nadia’s tongue and mouth, her fingers...

Martin pulled away and Selena took a long, juddering breath. When she turned her head to the other side there was another dick there, a man’s hand wrapped around it, pumping hard.

She reached for it, wrapped her fingers around its broad shaft, and guided it into her mouth.

Took it deep, then slowly pulled away.

Turned to kiss Martin and then she really was going to explode as a wave of tightening ripped through her pussy, her abdomen, her whole body tightening up and then releasing as orgasm took her hard. After that first tightening, Nadia rode her orgasm expertly, holding still, pressing at just the right moments, in just the right places, to draw out another wave of tightening, another. Another. Each less than the one before, until it was just that delicious sensation of wet mouth on her, of fingers relaxed inside her, of bare skin against bare skin.

§

Later, much later, Martin and Selena lay tangled on a sofa. Content, chilled, watching the party all around them.

“You okay?” asked Martin, and Selena nodded.

“I’m good,” she said. “You?”

“Good.” Then, after a long pause: “So what haven’t we done?” That had become a standard line on this mad tour of Europe’s great cities.

She laughed and looked up into those mesmerizing dark eyes of his. “I don’t know,” she said. “But if there’s anything else you want to do I bet we could do it here at this party.”

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riting under other names, Polly J Adams is a successful novelist, with several novels published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies.

As Polly J Adams, she writes best-selling erotica, relationship stories crammed full of explicit sex. Among Polly's most popular stories are the Girls Club series, with some stories collected as
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Bad Girls 2
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Billionaires’ Sex Club
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Indulgence
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Wings of Desire
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The Object of His Desire
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Winner Takes All
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