Between the Sheets

I spent my time in girl talk with the woman. She was quite fair, as am I, with black hair that brushed the small of her back when she walked. She was plain, but pretty. She had a girlish quality about her that I found attractive, despite her very dark outward appearance. J and Capital H (for hedonist) made small talk as guys do in awkward situations. Captain was very off the wall about most things, having views that were quite far outside the norm. Somewhere in the midst they found a hobby that they both enjoyed: a card game.

We all went back to our home to play.

J and I agreed, leading them to our home in our separate car that we liked them. In hindsight, it’s probably much more true to say we didn’t dislike them. But, that wasn’t necessarily a reason to sleep with them.

Still, the drinks were poured and the cards were dealt.

The woman and I were both very flirtatious, toward our respective partners. There was a strange demonstrative quality of her playfulness, almost putting on a show for the would-be swap. I was sucked into that a little bit, only because my sarcasm tends to rule over all else most of the time. It’s what makes me a splendid Switch in the BDSM realm…but we’ll get into that later.

She and Captain H began kissing. He pulled at her hair and she revealed her neck to him, letting out a submissive gasp. They were very caught up in their show for us, demonstrating some of the things that they enjoy doing to each other. He poised her perfectly for us at the table beneath him and effortlessly switched roles from husband to Dom. He asked for J’s assistance in holding her hands locked above her head while he stimulated her.

And, then in a strange sequence of events we went from playing as a foursome laughing, teasing and tantalizing to playing as two separate couples—swapped.

Next—“Our mistakes�

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