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Couples Getaway, Part 3 (Kinktober: Partner Swapping)
Series: Couples Getaway
Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, Dave York x Carol
Summary: This year, you vacation in Tuscany and change some rules
Word count: ~2.1k
Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)
Content Warnings: partner swapping (everyone is enthusiastically consenting), voyeurism, exhibitionism, PIV, oral (m and f receiving), I’m choosing to leave a little out for the sake of the “plot,” please DM me if you have concerns, but I think you’ll be ok
A/N: When I saw “Partner swapping” on @flightlessangelwings kinktober prompt list for today – my wedding anniversary lol – I just knew that I had to revisit these four. Happy anniversary @drillingkat, I hope you like this one as much as the other 2 ;-) This probably could be read standalone, but would be better enjoyed if you’ve read the first two parts linked below. Enjoy!
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You awake and stretch your body dreamily on the bed. You smile contentedly to yourself as you take in your surroundings. To one side, the view of the Tuscan hillside greets you through the doors of your veranda. Rolling hills dotted with distinctive Italian cypress trees stretch as far as you can see.
On your other side, Marcus stirs and rolls away from you – one long, muscular leg stretching over the duvet. Your gaze lingers on his tousled brown hair… the expanse of his back… the dip at the top of his bottom as it disappears under the covers. You’re tempted to run your fingers down his spine just to watch goosebumps rise across his golden skin or slip your hand over the curve of his waist and wake him up hard and wanting.
But that’s when you hear them.
The now familiar sound of Dave and Carol fucking wafts in through the open doors along with the Italian breeze.
You swing your legs off the side and pad out onto your veranda.
Dave and Carol are on a lounge chair by the pool below you – naked and gleaming in the sun.
Beautiful.
You lean against the wrought iron railing to get a better view. The warmth of the morning sun heats your bare skin as arousal builds in your core.
In past years on this trip, the sexual escapades took place behind closed doors… except for the one night when you swapped partners.
Sure, you heard Dave and Carol fucking in their room, and they heard you and Marcus. No one made any effort to quiet down. You all readily admitted to how arousing it was.
This year, the four of you had decided to drop that barrier. In your rented Tuscan villa, no room was off limits. No audience was discouraged. It was wanton. Hedonistic. Fucking HOT.
You are caught up watching Dave and Carol’s lithe bodies tangle with each other, so don’t notice Marcus behind you until he slides his hands around your middle and kisses your neck.
You moan and lean into him. His cock is already hard, nudging against your bare ass. Pajamas have no place here.
“How nice of them to wake us up with a show,” Marcus mumbles low in your ear as his hands move upward to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.
“Best alarm clock ever,” you whimper as one of his hands drops between your legs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against you as he kisses down your spine, bending you forward to grip the railing in front of you so he can slide into your soaked pussy.
You gasp at the stretch, so delicious without any prep. Marcus swears as he bottoms out, gripping your hips tightly as you flutter around him.
He fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and vein of him drag against your walls. You press back into him with every stroke, chasing friction as Dave and Carol reach a crescendo by the pool.
It doesn’t take long before Marcus’s powerful thrusts have you at the edge of orgasm. You hear Carol come and follow quickly after her. Marcus shudders to his climax behind you.
You stand and lean back against Marcus. He pulls you into his broad chest as you catch your breath.
A quick morning fuck has only given you a little relief from the fire pooling in your belly. A fire that has been steadily growing as this trip approached.
This year, it is up to you and Carol to initiate the partner swap and your men have no idea what’s in store for them.
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The four of you tumble, laughing, out of the hired car in front of your rented villa. You and Carol had vowed to make sure the group didn’t go past tipsy on your wine tasting tour, but you certainly flirted with that line, as evidenced by Marcus and Dave bowled over with laughter and bumping into each other as they make their way up the steps and inside. You don’t want anyone to be drunk, but a little liquid courage might be needed tonight.
You follow them in, rolling your eyes at Carol over your husbands’ antics. The two men are so different, yet so alike in many ways. You slip out of your sandals and walk barefoot across the cool stone floor admiring the view of the setting sun out the window. The beauty of this place will never stop taking your breath away.
The owners managed to preserve the villa’s old-world charm – stone floors, wood beamed ceilings, creeping vines – while adding in modern conveniences – luxurious bathrooms, a gorgeous pool, a plush sitting room. You head to the sitting room now.
Tonight is the night you and Carol have been planning.
Marcus tries to pull you down after him as you direct him towards the couch. He’s been predictably handsy all afternoon. The man loves you in a sundress.
You don’t allow him to pull you onto his lap. Instead, you stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.
“You good?” you ask, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes and… he knows. The haze of wine and sunshine that had been clouding his vision burns off in an instant and is replaced with a sparkle of excitement.
“Yes,” he replies enthusiastically. You press a lingering kiss to his lips. A promise that you are his and he is yours.
You pull back and see that Carol is also stepping away from Dave. The two of you stand side by side facing the men on the couch. It reminds you of that first night in the pool two years ago – you and Carol facing your men, about to change the group dynamics forever.
Adrenaline courses through your body – tingling from your toes to your fingertips. The rush makes you dizzy.
Dave rests his elbows on his knees, eager and intense. His dark gaze sweeps over you and you shiver despite the warmth of the evening. Marcus sits up straight and excited at the edge of the couch, like a golden retriever waiting to be told he can have his treat.
You and Carol glance knowingly at each other, suppressing the excited giggles that threaten to bubble up.
You both begin undressing – shedding sundresses, bras, and underwear. The men wait at attention for their instructions.
Once you’re standing fully naked in front of them, basking in their lustful gazes, you and Carol turn towards each other.
Carol reaches for your arm…
You tuck her hair behind her ear…
She presses her lips to your neck…
“Oh my god,” you hear Marcus’s strangled exclamation.
“Fuck yes,” Dave hisses beside him.
No one ever said which partners were swapping.
Arousal tingles across your skin. Your nipples are already incredibly hard when Carol closes her soft lips around one. You throw back your head and moan. Her hand travels down to your mound and you wobble unsteadily on your feet as blood rushes from your head.
She guides you back gently to a chair and encourages you to sit. Your eyes flicker open.
Dave stands before a still seated Marcus. He has taken off his shirt and his pants hang open and low on his hips. You can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. Marcus stares up at him entranced as he unbuttons his shirt.
Marcus nods.
Dave lowers himself to his knees.
Your cunt clenches.
You know Dave has been with other men and Carol with other women. They both speak freely about it. You and Marcus haven’t had the opportunity to explore those desires yourselves, having only discovered your adventurous sexual sides since you’ve been together. You were both pretty vanilla when you met, but as the trust has grown between you, you’ve been able to indulge each other’s curiosity. It has only brought you closer together.
Carol pulls your nipple back into her mouth as she brushes her thumb over your clit. Just the tiniest of touches sends spasms of pleasure through your body. You have been so worked up thinking about tonight that you’re already on the edge of orgasm.
You manage to open your eyes as she sinks a finger into your fluttering heat. You want to see what the men are doing.
Marcus grips the couch cushion, panting, as Dave stokes lightly up and down Marcus’s long shaft. He then lowers his head and takes Marcus’s cock in his mouth.
You clamp down on Carols’ fingers as your orgasm crashes into you.
“That was too easy,” Carol teases as she strokes you through it. She watches her fingers disappearing into you and licks her lips. You swear as she presses her tongue to your still pulsing clit.
Carol reduces you to a puddle of need with her tongue and fingers. Marcus’s moans and the low rumble of Dave’s praises provide a swirling backdrop of need as you edge closer and closer to another climax.
When it does come, you surrender fully to the pulsing and throbbing of your core.
Shuffling sounds from the couch bring your back to yourself. Dave stands fully naked in front of Marcus now, cock bobbing between his legs. He runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair as Marcus looks up at him with puppy dog eyes. He is once again a golden retriever waiting for his treat.
You watch transfixed as Marcus grips Dave’s hips, his thick fingers digging into Dave’s muscular ass. Marcus drags his mouth the length of Dave’s thick cock before taking him inside. Dave hisses and rocks his hips forward.
They’re so beautiful that you hate to look away – Michelangelo would have been inspired – but Carol has been so generous with you, and you want to return the favor. You climb off your chair and direct her to lay back on the plush rug.
You run your fingers down her body, teasing her nipples, feeling your own tighten in response. You swirl your tongue around the pretty pink peaks, sucking gently, then harder as she responds to you.
You taste your way down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal. This is a new experience for you and you want to get it right. Circle, press, suck… you find your rhythm and lose yourself kneeling between her legs, living for the sounds she makes and the way she rolls her hips.
You startle when big, warm hands grip your uplifted hips. The men have joined you on the rug. Marcus is behind you, caressing your ass, looking both blissed out and desperate.
“Don’t stop,” Dave instructs from his position near Carol’s head. “Make my wife come. You’re doing so well, isn’t she baby?” He caresses her face, and she nods.
“Let me suck your cock while I come,” Carol whimpers. Dave positions himself so that she can take his weeping cock in her mouth. She moans and he swears under his breath.
The desire to wreck Carol the way she wrecked you burns low in your belly as you resume your ministrations. Marcus slides deep into your pussy and you whine against Carol’s wet folds.
He thrusts into you deep and slow, building friction gradually as you focus on Carol’s pleasure. The debauchery of it all stokes the fire in your core. The four of you reduced to tangle of limbs and primal urges. Your very own bacchanal.
Soon, Carol is shuddering beneath you, crying out around Dave’s cock.
Marcus pulls you up and back against him, ramming himself faster into your wet heat. You twist around to face him, pounding hearts touching, friction building, and dive in for a kiss. The four of you mingle on your tongues.
It’s frantic and desperate. Your bodies so familiar to each other, so good at finding the perfect angle and rhythm. You drive each other higher, gripping hips and shoulders, searching for your release.
You reach your peaks together as Marcus babbles thank yous into your skin.
Thank you for helping him explore…
Thank you for trusting him…
Thank you for taking a risk…
Thank you for loving him…
Thank you for being his…
The world around you disappears as you look into the eyes of your husband – blissed out and adoring. You trace over his gorgeous features with your fingers. His angular nose, his sharp jaw, his swollen lips. You’ll make plans for next year soon. The four of you will travel somewhere exciting and have a week of glorious sex, but until then, Marcus is only yours and you are only his.
A/N: This is a follow-up to my kintober partner swapping fic, which you can find here. Just like the first part, it is filth for filth’s sake. Big thanks to everyone who expressed an interest in reading more of these four and especially to @just-here-for-the-moment for the beta!
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Wear this to dinner -M
You find the note from your husband sitting on the bed next to a hot pink remote-controlled vibrator. A shiver runs down your spine despite your skin still being warm from the shower. Marcus may seem shy and reserved to most people, but he is full of surprises. Heat pools in your belly at the thought of Marcus teasing you all through dinner. You’re in for an interesting evening.
You and Marcus are on your annual vacation with Dave and Carol. This year, you opted for a ski resort in the mountains. It has been about a year since your last trip together. The trip when you and Carol proposed swapping partners in the pool.
You’ll never forget that night.
The memory has been getting both you and Marcus off all year. Just one word, “remember” whispered in your ear while Marcus fucks you can send you over the edge.
But it’s not just the memory of Dave running his filthy mouth while he thrusted into you that does it – it’s how turned on Marcus looked while Carol took him in his mouth… how absolutely wrecked he looked while he fucked her. Watching him give another woman pleasure was even more arousing than you expected.
After the trip last year, the four of you decided that it would be a vacation tradition. Only one night every year. You’ve been wet ever since.
The men are leading the way this year, leaving you and Carol to wonder when it will happen. Any night may be the night. The anticipation is enough to take your breath away.
Every night so far has ended with Marcus pulling you into your bedroom while Dave pulls Carol into theirs on the other side of the suite.
It’s day four of your vacation. Only three more to go
You pick up the vibrator. It rumbles suddenly in your hand. Marcus is giving you a little preview. It looks like tonight will be another fantastic night with your husband. You’re not complaining.
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The resort restaurant looks out over the mountains. The moon hangs low and bright in the sky lighting up the snow-covered peaks.
The server seats the four of you at round table near the roaring fireplace and hands you your menus. He returns a moment later to fill your water glasses and read the daily specials.
As he steps between you and Marcus, a buzz from the vibrator nearly sends you out of your chair and you fight the yelp that almost escapes your throat. The server moves between Marcus and Carol and it goes off again and again you fight to control your reaction.
You look over at Marcus to catch his eye. It’s not like him to be so blatant.
You find that he is listening intently to the server, both his hands holding his menu.
But how…
Confused, you glance at Dave, who is very much not listening, with both his hands under the table.
Oh
Oh…
Understanding dawns as the vibrator comes to life once again. This time in a slow and building buzz that has you gripping the edge of the table fighting a moan. It dies down once again, and you glance at Dave.
He winks and picks up his menu.
Just then, Carol squeaks and jumps in her seat. You watch as she looks to her husband and finds him busy reading his menu, then over at yours, decidedly not.
You meet her wide-eyed gaze across the table and you both break into huge smiles.
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You and Carol make your way down the hallway to the elevators on wobbly legs. It probably looks like you’re drunk, but you hadn’t even finished the one glass of wine set before you at dinner.
You have no idea what you even ate. Marcus ordered for you, so you’re sure it was something you liked, but it was hard to concentrate on the food when you were devoting all your energy on holding yourself together.
Dave was a menace. He knew he was edging you. Getting you closer and closer to your peak. He and Marcus chatted about their day skiing and plans for tomorrow, directing questions at you and Carol only to be met with unfocused eyes and heavy breathing.
If you had any functioning braincells you would have been rolling your eyes and teasing them about their skiing antics. Sure, they were both fit and active guys and looked better in snow pants than anyone had a right to, but they were not the skiing champions their stories made them out to be.
They were loving it. Dave’s eyes glinted with mischief while Marcus twinkled like a Christmas tree.
When the server came to clear your practically untouched plate of food, Dave leaned over and whispered to you, “Just let go. I know you need it.”
You whimpered in response. You did need it. So very badly. But you were fighting because you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. When you came, it was going to be loud.
Marcus steadies you as you step into the elevator. He pulls you against him and you can feel his rock-hard erection against your stomach. Apparently controlling the vibrator was just as arousing as wearing it.
“Are you ready?” he asks softly, running a finger down your cheek.
“Yeah, you?” He nods and smiles.
“I love you,” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, something you had all agreed would not happen with each other’s partners – a boundary you would not cross.
It may seem silly with all the things you are willing and eager to do with each other but kissing on the lips feels intimate in a way you can’t fully explain.
Dave and Carol are having a similar moment checking in with each other. He presses a kiss to her lips then her forehead before looking over to Marcus and nodding.
The elevator dings and the doors open on your floor. Marcus and Dave guide you both to the door to your suite and let you inside.
While you were out to dinner, a fire has been lit in the fireplace. There’s also an ice bucket with champagne and a charcuterie board with cheese, fruit, and crackers. Marcus and Dave must have known you wouldn’t be able to eat much and planned ahead. Your heart clenches thinking about all the effort and planning they put into tonight. You and Carol are two very lucky women.
The atmosphere in the room shifts as Marcus backs away from you and Dave takes his place. He presses into you from behind and runs his hands down your bare arms.
His breath is hot on your neck as he rumbles in your ear, “Been thinking about this moment all year.” You tremble against him. “I didn’t get to taste you last year. Fuck, I bet you taste good.”
You close your eyes and focus on breathing as he moves you across the room. You’re surprised to find yourself at the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the slopes. Tiny figures glide down the mountain under the lights.
You’d appear just as tiny to them, but just the thought of being seen sends a zing of heat through your body and you clench around the still vibrator. If it came to life now, there’s no way you could fight your body’s response.
Dave turns you around and presses you against the cold glass. Goosebumps break out across your heated skin. Dave noses at your jaw, nibbles down your neck, and licks his way down your exposed sternum.
He lowers himself to his knees in front of you and looks up at you with burning eyes. You nod and he gives you a wicked grin in return.
He runs his hands up your legs, pushing the hem of your dress up to your hips. He swears as he uncovers your drenched panties, pausing to press his nose to your mound and inhale with a groan before pulling them down your legs.
“Need to get rid of this.” He eases the vibrator out of your channel. “I’m going to fill you so much better.” You feel empty and aching, but Dave doesn’t let you dwell on it. He’s lifting one leg over his shoulder and licking into your pussy like a man starved before you can even register what’s happening.
You bury your hand in Dave’s hair to steady yourself as your head thunks against the window. Your first orgasm isn’t far away, it’s been building since you slipped the vibrator inside you before dinner. Dave grasps your hips with his large hands, holding you steady as your legs start to tremble.
Your orgasm crashes over you far too quickly. You cry out loudly as the tension peaks in your body and you let go of all the control you’ve been holding on to all evening.
But Dave has yet to have his fill of you. He continues to lick and suck as you shake and cry out drawing your orgasm out and then finally letting it subside.
He eases your leg off his shoulder and stands in front of you once again. His eyes are completely black and locked on yours as he turns you around to face the window. He catches your eyes in the reflection as he draws the zipper of your dress down and slides off your shoulders, leaving you naked. He presses your hands against the glass, caging you in with his strong arms.
“You have a choice, sweetheart,” Dave rumbles in your ear, never breaking eye contact. “I can fuck you against this window… let everyone out there see… or, I can turn you around so you can watch your husband fuck my wife while I take you apart.”
Both options have your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing. But even in your fuzzy, lust addled state, the choice is clear.
“I… I want… to see,” you manage to say shakily. Dave chuckles behind you.
“I knew you liked to watch, just like me.”
You whimper with need as your eyes roll back in your head. Dave turns you around once again and directs you to put your hands on the back of the couch.
You hear him unbuckle his belt and undress, but your attention has been captured by the scene now in front of you.
Marcus has Carol laid out on the couch completely naked, her back arches up as he feasts between her legs. He’s taken off his shirt and you admire the long lines of his back as he expertly works her body. His smooth, golden skin shifts over toned muscle. Your husband is a beautiful man.
You watch as Carol breaks into a shaking orgasm. Her cries ripple through your body, practically taking you with her.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Dave is behind you again. The heat of his bare chest presses into your back as he speaks low in your ear. You press your hips back into him, begging to be filled. Your pussy throbs with need.
You step your feet apart, but he pushes them back together.
“I want that tight little pussy of yours even tighter.”
You moan and drop your head between your arms.
“Look at them,” Dave orders behind you. You drag your head back up and watch as Marcus takes off his pants, freeing his cock.
His gaze locks with yours for a moment, slack jawed and eyes burning. Dave notches at your entrance and slowly presses inside. You watch Marcus watching you be filled and stretched by another man. You swear brokenly as Dave splits you open, and Marcus takes a shuddering breath.
Carol begs needily from the couch below you.
“You feeling left out, babe?” Dave teases Carol from behind you. “Don’t worry. Marcus is going to take good care of you.”
Marcus snaps out of his trance and directs his gaze towards Carol. “Fuck yes, I am,” he rasps as he positions himself between her legs. Your heart pounds in your ears and your cunt as you watch Carol take your husband’s cock.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
Dave’s teeth scrape down your neck as he drags his cock slowly through your walls and inner thighs. He feels even bigger like this, but it’s not enough. “More,” you whimper, adrift with sensation.
“You want more, sweetheart? You want to come on my cock?”
“Please… yes,” you beg as he reaches around your hips to circle your clit.
You fight to keep your eyes open as your orgasm begins to build. It’s overwhelming – the sound of Marcus praising Carol and her increasingly frantic cries, the heat from the fireplace warming your already flushed skin, Dave working your body skillfully and relentlessly.
The coil in your abdomen snaps and you clamp down on Dave’s cock. He swears and pulls you against his chest as you pulse around him. His arms brace across your chest and hips as he pistons up into you chasing his own release.
You hear Carol break and the sound of it sends aftershocks through your body. Dave’s rhythm falters and he comes with a shout. He gradually stills behind you, his forehead resting against your upper back.
He holds you tight against him as your breath evens and your heart rate slows. Carefully, you disentangle. Dave eases you onto the couch next to an equally boneless Carol. Marcus and Dave reappear with warm cloths and blankets. Marcus cleans you up, wiping you gently, before gathering you into his arms and covering you both with the blanket.
The four of you snuggle into the couch and catch your collective breaths. As your skin cools, you are thankful for the fire’s radiating warmth. Your gaze drifts to the windows and the view of the snowy mountains beyond. A deep sense of contentment washes over you as Marcus nuzzles into your neck.
“How about Italy next year?” he murmurs and you smile. You can’t wait.
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