Full Disclosure Ch. 09

Number 9: Swing from the Tangles

Having no cell service upon the island made communication difficult, which was both good and bad. The positive was that, while Natalie and Elijah began to separate their schedules, spending less time together and more time with other people, because it was tricky to reach the other, the most they could do was let it go. The negative was that they had to rely on notes or voice messages on the phones in their room. That, or wander around asking people they knew if they'd seen the other recently in order to hunt them down.

When Natalie and Etienne left the beach, she decided it best to leave him for the evening before she fell into a habit of spending more time with him than her husband, as of course, Elijah still remained the priority. Yes, questions needed answers, but that didn't mean she should be trying to sabotage her relationship. The point was to work on it while still attempting to determine what she ultimately wanted.

Elijah's perspective was a direct echo of hers, and though he'd decided the night before that he was ready to sleep around, decide if his relationship had fizzled with Natalie once he was able to experience what freedom would feel like, he'd spent the afternoon golfing with a bunch of guys instead of actively seeking out women to immediately jump into this new direction.

Luckily, they met in the middle, running into one another at about seven near the hotel lobby, where they hurried off to grab a bite to eat and worked out their forms of communication. Promises to check in on messages, leave the occasional note, and more than anything, try to let the other know where they would be in case they needed to be found at any point.

This, while also insisting they still spend as much time together as they were spending apart, which would include tonight, an evening at one of the clubs that wasn't offering a theme. Just house music and drinks, and they hadn't told anyone where they were headed, so it offered a break from those they may be tempted by.

Once dressed, Natalie in a short black miniskirt and crimson tank that dipped down to her lower back, held up with two slinky ties across her shoulder blades, Elijah in a grey and black striped button-up with short sleeves and black slacks, they walked down to the club together and sat down at a little round table with only two chairs, quickly ordering drinks.

While they both felt good being together, there was an undeniable tension after their decision this morning. Natalie did not inquire where he'd spent the afternoon, only asking how his round of golf had been. When she told Elijah she'd walked down the beach to explore the island, he did not ask if she'd been alone. Neither was ready to hear an answer in regards to other people, though they knew it wouldn't be long before something happened that they'd know about very clearly, likely before it happened.

The club was very different than the last one they'd been in. They didn't need theme nights to attract people; instead it was like an upscale strip bar. Platform structures behaved as pillars throughout the space, lightly frosted glass separating the patrons from dancers inside, alternating between men in spandex shorts and topless women. Instead of appearing depraved and dirty, it provided a more sensual atmosphere, making the club cross the barrier from trashy to classy.

Natalie and Elijah finished two rounds of drinks, taking in the atmosphere, they left the table to go dance to the thudding bass amongst mostly strangers, though Elijah noticed Ashley and Jackson sitting at a table nearby with a group of people. Natalie also saw Jessica dancing with a group of girls, and gradually worked her way in the opposite direction, tugging Elijah along with her, as she had no interest in Jessica spotting her.

With adrenaline pumping and hearts racing from a good half hour of dancing, Elijah and Natalie walked over to the bar to order more drinks to take a break. "That table over there," Elijah said, pointing across the club. "I met those two in the hot tub."

Natalie followed his finger, recognizing the girl with the pink highlights throughout her pixie cut. "Oh yeah," she noted indifferently. "Should we go say hello?"

"Sure," Elijah said, sweeping his glass from the bar while taking Natalie's hand. They began weaving through the crowd until they arrived at the booth.

"Oh hey!" Ashley cried exuberantly, looking up at Elijah with a smile. "Elijah, right?"

"Yes," Elijah responded, then placed his hand on Natalie's forearm. "And my wife, Natalie."

Holding her hand out, Ashley shook Natalie's hand. "It's so nice to meet you," she said, still wildly grinning. "This is my boyfriend, Jackson. Come, sit down with us!"

Scooting over in the circular booth, Ashley and Jackson made room for Elijah and Natalie. There was one other couple with them, introduced as Olivia and Jake, whom Elijah instantly recalled as the couple they'd left to meet last night.

Ashley and Natalie immediately struck up a conversation after complimenting the other on their outfits while Jackson and Elijah began talking about the club; Elijah learning it was where they usually spent their evenings since they'd arrived last Wednesday, though they were leaving in two days.

After purchasing the next round of drinks for the table, Elijah was ready to dance again and the others joined them through a few songs in a nice large group. It was actually refreshing to be around couples, for once, since they'd arrived. There was a release from the pressures of being surrounded by single people, the minor stresses of dividing attention. Instead he could focus on Natalie, which felt necessary after what had been decided.

Jackson and Ashley were the first to return to the table, Elijah and Natalie following ten minutes later. When they sat down, Ashley placed her palm flat on the table, staring at them with a smile. "So what's your deal here?"

"Our deal?" Natalie asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, we were just talking about you guys," Ashley explained. "Trying to figure out your reason for being here."

Elijah understood more than Natalie, because he was the one who had been privy to the conversation in the hot tub when Ashley and Jackson had departed about their lifestyle. "We don't really have a deal," Elijah explained loudly, having to raise his voice to be heard over the music. "Just like to have fun."

Smiling, Ashley shouted, "Do you ever swing?"

Natalie suddenly burst into laughter. Sometimes it would suddenly strike her just how absurd this place was, as nowhere else would a question like that be asked so bluntly. Eying Elijah and taking his hand, she said, "We haven't, no. Is that what you do?"

"Exclusively, yes," Ashley responded, nodding openly, absolutely zero discretion.

Jackson leaned in, speaking up finally while wrapping an arm around Ashley. "We were wondering if that would be something you're interested in," he explained, then looked at his girlfriend. "Actually we were talking about it this morning--"

"--which is why it's so great to run into you here," Ashley continued, turning her attention back to Natalie. Raising her glass, she added playfully, "And we've had enough drinks to just ask you straight up, because you're both gorgeous, and we really liked meeting Elijah in the hot tub..."

Glancing sideways at Natalie, Elijah was trying to get a read from her. It was always difficult with Natalie though; her expressions rarely gave anything away. He knew it was because she was so open, always reserving judgement, if she judged at all, which he didn't think she ever had. But he wanted to follow her lead on this one. He'd settled on the idea that they would spend tonight alone together before taking their new direction, but this option might be a fun, new experience they could share together.

"No pressure," Jackson added kindly after no one had spoken up. "We're very easy going, just wanted to put it out there."

Natalie was still considering, studying the two. She'd sort of wanted to just drink and have fun tonight, then spend some alone time with Elijah, since she knew things were about to dramatically change. But Jackson was very appealing, in a way she wasn't normally interested in. He had giant muscles and rigidly good posture. Someone she might just assume was a blockhead, but after talking to him, he was pretty casual and kind. Ashley was also lovely. Exuberant and excitable, petite in frame and features.

"I guess I don't really know much about it," she finally said, placing a hand on Elijah's leg. With a shrug, she continued. "I mean I know how it works, of course. I know it's broader than just swapping... or is it?" she queried tentatively.

Ashley smiled peaceably, setting her drink on the table. "Well, for us it's mostly sharing. Swapping. We've limited it to only couples, because we don't like the complication of taking in singles. With another couple in an exclusive relationship, at least for us, we don't have to worry about any major emotional attachments. Just some fun that we can share, I guess. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah," Natalie responded, then waved her hand casually between them dismissively. "It's just that everyone is so different. All the terms have become gray, which is why Elijah and I haven't ever put a term on..." She paused. They'd been exclusive for four years, with only one exception, so it wasn't as though a term could ever be applied to their situation, since they hadn't sought out other partners until this week since college. "Well, whatever we do. I guess I was more asking what it meant to you guys--"

"Of course," Jackson said, interrupting Natalie with a tone of understanding. "We know a lot of people over the course of learning the lifestyle who have different boundaries. Ours are a bit more closed than a lot of people, I guess. So it's good that you asked."

"But that's also why we were so curious about you," Ashley continued. "Since we only do things as a couple with other couples, knowing you're married--"

"--and there's the attraction," Jackson added, his eyes lighting up.

"Okay, we're getting weird," Ashley said with a giggle, then shook her head. "It's no problem if you're not interested. Like I said, we're just drunk enough to ask, and since we're leaving day after tomorrow, well? Nothing to lose, right?"

Natalie tucked her head, grinning. Ashley was pretty cool, she had to admit. Maybe if they lived in the same town, they'd be good friends. Looking over at Elijah with the silent question, she received nothing more than a look of indifference, leaving it up to her.

"So if we wanted to," Natalie began slowly, then pursed her lips.

Ashley suddenly bounced with excitement, causing Natalie to laugh in adoration. "Really?" she squealed, then reined it in with a sudden shake of her head. "I'm sorry. Again. Drinks."

"She's normally a lot calmer," Jackson explained, squeezing his girlfriend's shoulders. "I guess I'll go tell Olivia and Jake that we're out for the night."

He exited the booth while Elijah leaned into Natalie. "I'll go pay our tab," he whispered. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Natalie said, her tone light and airy. "I'm actually really sure."

Planting a kiss on her lips, Elijah left to pay off the tab. When he returned to the table, everyone was hovering, waiting for him before all four left the club.

It was decided along the way that they would go to Ashley and Jackson's room, which both Natalie and Elijah knew was offered for their comfort. This way if they decided they weren't into it anymore, they could easily take off instead of trying to get rid of other people. And because Jackson had been quick to offer this, it further cemented the fact that Elijah and Natalie had made the right decision in at least trying this new experience.

Though it wasn't the first time they'd been with two other people, it was the first time they'd been with a couple. Also the first time where the primary focus would be on the "swap" aspect, instead of everyone having a free for all.

But once in the hotel room, the initial awkwardness set in on Elijah and Natalie's end as they hovered, on the opposite end of what had occurred in the past. Usually it was their place to make a third feel comfortable. They were only now realizing how strange it must feel to the outside party.

Jackson uncorked a bottle of red wine while Ashley retrieved plastic glasses. "I'm sorry, this is all we have," she said bashfully. "Had we planned something... well, the glasses would be actual glass."

Laughing, Natalie finally relaxed once more and took a seat on the side of the bed. She was ready to do her part in lightening the atmosphere. "Little did you know I prefer to drink my wine from disposable cups!" she announced with a self-deprecating chuckle, taking the one held out to her from Jackson. Holding it up, she said, "Cheers!"

Having received his own glass, Elijah clinked hers, then snorted in the back of his throat as the plastic made no sound. "Yes, cheers!" he cried while playfully rolling his eyes, then took a sip. "Malbec?" he asked of Jackson.

"Nailed it," Jackson responded. "You know your wine!"

Elijah shook his head. "Nah," he said, then took another sip. "It's just in the top three that Natalie and I drink."

Nodding her head, Natalie said, "Had it been any other red, we wouldn't have had a clue."

"You guys are adorable," Ashley said, tilting her head to the side with her lips pressed together, containing the smile. "I so wish we'd met you sooner."

"We'll see if you still feel that way," Natalie told her. "You know... after."

Everyone burst into laughter, the atmosphere finally fully relaxed, all initial tension having evaporated. And being that neither Natalie or Elijah felt in the lead here, it was a relief when Jackson gulped the rest of his wine and walked toward Natalie, taking the first step.

Upon noticing that a move was being made, Elijah backed up on the bed until he was leaning against the pillow, watching as Jackson brushed his hand through Natalie's blonde locks. Ashley scooted up the bed until she was beside him, then leaned against his arm. "I should have asked," she whispered. "Have you ever seen her with another man?"

Looking over at Ashley, he noticed the concern in her eyes and chuckled. "Yes," he said simply. He sure as fuck had watched it take place in explicit detail last night. "Our threesomes usually involve another woman, but there has been the occasional guy."

"Good," Ashley said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I didn't know. Guys are weird sometimes, and I didn't--"

"It's fine," Elijah said, then lightly touched her thigh, swiveling his body more towards her. She was so tiny. Lithe and spry, and though they hadn't inquired about ages, he pinned her at mid-twenties, just like Natalie. "I've heard how guys freak out over the idea of another dude. It's stupid, and we're not like that."

With Jackson's hand on her shoulder, slowly urging Natalie onto her back, he climbed above her before bending down to kiss her lips. She'd experienced better kissers in her life, but his broad muscles made up for what he lacked, she noticed as her hands grazed his biceps while locked in his lips. And though the kiss was a little awkward while they tried to meet the other's rhythm, the way his muscles flexed against her hands turned her on, knowing how strong he would be with her once things escalated.

"You're so fucking hot," he breathed in a pause, staring down at her while stroking her hair.

"You're pretty good looking yourself," Natalie responded, then noticed they had the same ceiling mirror, and in it, she could see Elijah and Ashley at the top of the bed cuddled together, watching them. Elijah's hand was slowly tracing the girl's thigh while they sipped their wine. Her attention returned to the back of the man on top of her, once again astounding her how built he was.

As usual, the fact that she'd had a decent amount to drink heightening her lust, and she pulled him back down to her for another kiss. With this one, she felt his groin press between her legs, the stiff erection he had like a rod of metal against her, and she found herself pushing right back.

"Come with me," Ashley said, taking Elijah's hand and climbing to her knees. Elijah raised a brow, set his empty glass on the bedside table, then followed her off the other side of the bed as she walked backwards toward the couch. A foot away or so, she wrapped her arms around his neck, having to stand on her tiptoes to achieve any real height. She was maybe over five feet, just barely, and he had to bend his head down to kiss her. Once they parted, she looked up at him with adoration. "I swear, all I could think about this morning was how to track you guys down. Jackson felt the same, even though he'd only seen Natalie for a few seconds."

"I'm glad we ran into you," Elijah told her, meaning it. Ashley was lovely. Sporty, in style and appearance, but her tiny frame was intoxicating, making him feel large and domineering. He was very much looking forward to seeing what was beneath her sexy little pink dress, and gently tugged on the strap.

"Let me," Ashley said, then sat down on the couch. He stared down at her as she deliberately unbuttoned his pants, pulled the zipper down with her eyes focused on the task at hand. Curving her thin fingers into the hem on either side, she pulled his pants down while he kicked out of his shoes, then stepped from the slacks now at his ankles. "So you're a boxer-brief man," she said, smiling up at him, then brought her hand to his steadily growing erection and began to massage him over the cotton.

"Good or bad thing?" Elijah asked, raising a brow.

"Oh, they're very sexy," Ashley responded, winking at him. "Sexier on the floor, though."

With that, she pulled them down, and Elijah watched her eyes widen upon seeing him in full form. He was not unaware of his size, having received the wide eyes before from women, but he was humble in regards to it. Still, it was always a well-received compliment, albeit a silent one given by widened eyes and a gulp.

"That I did not expect," Ashley breathed, then leaned in and took him into her mouth without hesitation.

Elijah inhaled sharply as he felt her warm mouth begin to suck, looking down at those pink highlights, admiring the view from above as she worked him. "Oh, jesus," he exhaled as he felt the back of her throat, and without consciously making the decision to do so, he placed his hand on the back of her head as his eyes rolled back, taking in the sensation of this exquisite blow job.

Sitting up and straddling Natalie, Jackson removed his shirt, and she was finally to take in his muscles in all their glory. He was so ripped, it was insane! Not even a six-pack, the full eight, and she couldn't help but run her hand across his chest to feel the firm lines. "How many hours are you spending at the gym?" she suddenly demanded with a scoff.

"A lot," he said, looking down at himself. She could see that he was proud of his form, as he well should be, and noticed him flex a little. "Marines helped."

"I sorta figured something like that," Natalie responded. "Had to be military. You have the look."

"I want to see you," Jackson said with a sideways grin.

"Okay," Natalie responded, sitting up. She worked her knees from beneath him until she was able to turn her back to him. As she'd spun, she caught Elijah's back to her with Ashley, who was giving him head on the couch. It only prompted her to take it up a notch, and she turned her head over her shoulder to Jackson as seductively as she could, with a little pout on her lips. "Untie me?"

His fingers met the bow that she could have easily untied herself, and the second it had loosened, the fabric on her shoulders began to droop down. Before her top fell to her waist, she raised her arms, Jackson getting the message immediately and gripping the bottom, pulling it over her head.

Because of the low back, she had not worn a bra, and she covered her breasts with her arm as though shy, though it was just part of the game. With her head turned once again over her shoulder, she batted her lashes at Jackson, who was stroking her back. Raising up on her knees, she innocently said, "And the skirt?"

The look on his face turned wicked, and he located the zipper, slowly pulling it down her ass. The skirt fell to her knees, and she watched his face delightedly as he stared at her backside, then felt a finger hook into her thong. He ran it up and down the thin fabric twice, then placed his strong hands on her hips.

She quickly learned the capability of his muscles as he lifted her while spinning her around until she fell onto her back on the mattress, as though she weighed as much as a feather, and she squealed with glee, unable to control the giggles. His eyes travelled her while removing her skirt, which went tossed onto the floor before he straddled her hips, staring at her chest. "I thought I'd imagined what you'd look like," he said, his voice hoarse. "I vastly underestimated the reality."

With this said, he placed both hands firmly on her stomach, then rubbed them upwards, over her breasts until he had one in each hand. Gripping them, he brought his mouth down, sucking at her nipples and groping her like an animal. Natalie had to concede that she enjoyed his rougher aggression. He was what she would consider a "novelty"; an extremely built guy, which she would otherwise not be attracted to everyday, but for that rare treat... he was living up to her expectation the way he had flung her over, the way he touched her now. And she was looking forward to giving him full control.

Ashley was creeping up Elijah's short list of women who had given him the best head of his life. She didn't know his specific spots that would send him over the edge like Natalie did, but her eagerness made up for it. And how she was able to take him against the back of her throat without so much as a cough had him wanting to push the limits. It took all the restraint he had not to tilt her head back, see exactly how deep she'd take him. Maybe if he'd known her longer, or they were playing hard, but he was feeling some regret that he hadn't met her sooner so he'd be more clear on boundaries.

Be that as it may, she was easily bringing him to the point of no return, and as it struck him that he only had seconds left unless she backed off, he pulled her head back from him abruptly. "I'm going to come," he warned her. He didn't have to. If she allowed him some reprieve, he could rein it in.

But Ashley bit her lower lip. When it plopped out from between her teeth, she said, "So?"

Then she took him once more in her mouth, and he tilted his head back with a long groan, forgetting every sensation other than her lips around his cock, sucking at him like he was a straw. Once again gripping her head, he came with a sudden wave that rushed from his cock outwards, felt in every extremity. When he looked down at her, she still had her lips firmly wrapped around his shaft, her neck flexing as she swallowed while continuing to bob her head, hand still swirling against his base.

"Jesus," he breathed, eyes widening. Ashley had not missed a beat, and finally leaned back.

Wiping her lower lip with her thumb, she grinned. "You taste better than most," she said. "You should know that."

With a hand on each of her shoulders, he lightly shoved her back on the couch, then set to unbuttoning his shirt. "Your turn," he said, his tone mischievous. Her squeal of glee excited him further as he kneeled down between her legs, which she'd willingly spread. Shrugging from his shirt, he slid his hands from her knees up her inner thighs, pushing the bottom half of her dress up, then reconsidered. Tugging at the hem, he said, "This needs to come off."

Not hesitating, Ashley reached under her right arm and pulled down the side zipper. With his assistance, she lifted her ass a few inches so he could raise it over her hips, then she took care of the rest, pulling the pink slinky dress over her head.

"Pink must be your color," Elijah noted casually, noticing her bra and panties were a similar shade; more of a baby pink than the electric color of her hair. The color certainly complimented her porcelain skin, the lace adding even more youth to her already tiny body. Raising a brow, he asked, "How old are you again?"

"Twenty-seven," she said, echoing his look.

Shaking his head, he responded with a low whistle, "You really don't look it," and it was said with appreciation. Her pixie hair and features, the pink lace lingerie, her tiny frame; if he'd only walked in on her now and didn't know better, he'd have guessed twenty. Gliding his hand over her panties, he said, "Now let me make you come," then pulled them down her body, unhooking them from her delicate feet with care before leaning in to kiss her inner thigh.

Her head fell back on the couch as she pressed her hips further out, on the edge of the couch, allowing him full access. And when he saw her eyes lightly close, he ran his tongue between her shaven lips as she exhaled a gasp.

Sitting back on his heels, Jackson's eyes travelled Natalie, who was now writhing with need. He hooked his hands into her panties and pulled them from her, and she rolled her head to the side to check on Elijah. His head was buried between Ashley's legs, and she was instantly envious; not that Elijah was with her, but in watching Ashley's face, that Ashley was getting closer to an orgasm. Determined now to start making her way to her own, she looked up at Jackson with wide eyes, again painting that pout across her face.

"You look so fucking hot when you do that," Jackson said, tilting his head to the side. His large hand met her abdomen and she felt his thumb begin to spread her, catching her clit and diving closer to her entrance with each pass. She was so wet, she didn't even need him to point it out to her, though he did. "I want to fuck you," he said. "And you feel pretty ready."

"I am," she whined, thrusting her hips against his hand. Elijah and Ashley may be trading oral over there, but she knew what she wanted. All she could think about was what he could achieve with his strength. She wanted to be possessed by him. Propping herself against her elbows, she eyed his groin with intent. "How ready are you?"

Jackson's grin turned wicked, and she was suddenly grabbed around the waist, hoisted up onto his knees in a mere second. "I could not be more ready," he said, one arm steadying her as he took her hand and pressed it over his pants. She'd felt his erection pressed against her as he'd kissed her, so it wasn't as though she weren't aware. But feeling it with her hand, a hunger stirred.

So she set to unbuttoning his pants as he stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples with little pinches and twists. Once the zipper was down, she started to reach her hand in, but he was too quick; too strong. The arm that had been steadying her slid down to her ass, and he lifted her up, sliding off the end of the bed with her legs wrapped around his hips.

She was deposited on the dresser, and he slid his pants and boxers down, kicked them off to the side. The way his eyes would travel her body sent pulses through her veins; his eyes looked as hungry as she felt. And fuck, how he man-handled her! It was unbelievably thrilling. Yanking her close, he positioned himself as she draped her arms around his neck. "I'm ready to feel you," she urged, stroking the back of his neck. "Take me?"

With his hand against the small of her back, he pulled against her as he thrust himself inside. Natalie cried out from the abrupt transition of empty to full, limply leaning back without supporting herself; leaving the support to his strength. When she was finally able to look at him after adjusting to his rhythmic thrusts, his eyes were between them, teeth bared. She'd barely even seen what his cock looked like, and suddenly she realized... no condom!

"Fuck," she cried, though not from the actual fucking. A mistake had been made here, but she couldn't dwell. She wasn't about to stop it now, could maybe claim ignorance or intoxication later if called on it. Besides, it had almost been Vincent. Maybe the condom rule was out? "Oh fuck," she cried again, this time over the actual fucking, because oh fuck how he was taking her! The flexing of his hard muscles with each thrust, drawing her attention as she ran her hand across his bicep. Certainly, a novelty, but the treat of it was extremely fun despite not being necessarily drawn to it like most.

"You are so... fucking... tight," Jackson grunted between thrusts, then she was once again lifted with a huge hand on her ass cheek--spreading her wide, held up only with his strong arms and cock inside of her. She remained limp, enjoying feeling small and helpless as he spun her against the wall, which she hit with a thud. "How are you real?" he asked in wonder as she felt the friction of her rise and fall against the paint.

Ashley cried out with her orgasm, and Elijah was pleased to have brought her to one. He was hard again and ready to move toward a second, hopefully inside of her, though sat back as she rode it out, mindlessly stroking himself. She leaned forward after a moment and placed a hand on either side of his head, kissing him deeply. "Thank you," she breathed after a moment, then looked up over his shoulder. "Looks like Jackson is enjoying himself," she noted with a shrug, then grinned at him.

Of course he had to turn and look, and when he saw Natalie being fucked against the wall, her face flushed with color and drawn in anguish and pleasure, his cock jerked against his hand.

It was definitely time. That familiar jealousy had crept up, which always brought out a need to one-up whatever she was experiencing. And after last night--how he still felt like a good fuck session with some punishing of Natalie was in order--he was ready to fuck Ashley just as hard as Jackson was fucking his wife.

"Over here," he said, gripping her arm and tugging it until she rose. Once on her feet, he climbed to his own and gave her a little shove so she bent over the edge of the bed. He noticed the condoms on the bedside table and set to rolling one on his dick.

Gripping Ashley's hips, he poised himself, then bent down to her ear. "Tell me if I get too rough," he said, as he didn't know what she'd like and was worried about his self-control. Positioned as they were, he was directly facing what was taking place against the wall so they could both watch.

"I like it rough," Ashley said over her shoulder. "And I don't get it often enough."

"Well, be prepared," Elijah said, running his hand over her back and down to her ass, admiring the view of her small frame against his. Without further ado, he pulled at her hips with one hand while easing himself inside of her.

She cried out, as was expected. He was used to women struggling initially against his girth, which was why he was generally careful upon first entry. But once again glancing up and seeing Jackson fucking Natalie, his idea to start slow disappeared. Bringing his gaze back down on Ashley, he began to pump as he yanked her against him, listening to her cries that bordered on pain and thoroughly enjoying them.

Just as Natalie felt she may lose it, orgasming from penetration only--a rare feat, and only happening because Jackson's motions and ability to hold her up felt so effortless that her experience was heightened, she was again in motion, spinning around once more and dropped onto the mattress. His pumps were becoming more relentless, and he forced her legs up until her knees met her shoulders, which hurt in just the right way.

And though she was near, all it took was his hand meeting her clit. One second, so brief, yet so powerful, and she lost all control, her body seizing as she exploded, whatever mass that had built up leaving her in a supernova. When she had her bearings again, she realized that he had released at some point along the way, as he began to withdraw, releasing her legs so they fell to the side.

It was not the end. A break was taken, briefly, before new positions began, and both sets played for about two more hours before finally collapsing from exhaustion for the last time.

They laid on the bed, back with their partner; Elijah's arms around Natalie. Across from them, Ashley and Jackson, the women in the middle.

"So your first time swinging?" Ashley breathed. "Swapping, really. How was it?"

Natalie turned her head up to look at Elijah, saw his smile before he kissed her forehead. "It was good," she said, then kissed his lips.

"Definitely good," Elijah agreed.

Maybe if they made it through, this could be something they looked towards once back home. It had offered freedom without the pressure of emotions. As Elijah thought this through, he didn't know if they'd found the answer, but maybe they were on to something, as this had been far better than he'd thought.

Something to consider. Later.