Swingin' Down to Tulsa extra chapters

[Alura 2,774]

As some of you know, I'm working on a rewrite of the novel "Swingin' Down to Tulsa."

 

The following is a chapter I'm deleting from the book. It's based, with some artist's license, on some real experiences. Comments are welcome.

 

 

Gettin' into Hot Water

 

“That's the attitude, Girlfriend! Shall we start in the spa?”

“I'm pretty lathered up from runnin' barrels. I'd pollute the water. Can I clean up in that huge shower back yonder?”

“C'mon, Sugah! Laura and I'll wash your back.”

“Would you gentlemen mind dealin' with the dirty dishes? Take your time,” Cynthia said. “We won't be quick.

“Take our time, Doll? You got to be kiddin' me!”

The men must have set a record for cleaning a dinner table. Hank found a bottle of champagne, opened it, and put it into an ice bucket. He handed Raul and Alan folding sports chairs and led the guys into the bathroom.

Their women were involved in a three-way kiss, in the glass shower, their arms wrapped around each other. Water sprayed onto their bodies from two shower heads, surrounding them with a soft fog.

“We're way overdressed for this party, Boys,” opined Hank, removing his cowboy boots. More suitably unclad, the three of them watched the show while passing the champagne and a joint that Hank had produced.

“We must have done somethin' really good in a past life for Karma to be treatin' us like this, Boys,” said Alan. He hit the joint and passed it.

“I've been convinced of that since I met Laura,” Raul replied. “I blame it on the Great Mystery.”

“She rewards us in many ways,” mused Hank. He inhaled deeply.

“Bring us a sip of that Champagne, Gentlemen. Please.”

Three lovely, if wet, faces were in the partially open sliding glass door, their mouths gaping, eyes smiling. Hank poured sparkling liquid into each lovely mouth, then started at the beginning and filled them again.

“I smell weed!” said Tammy. Alan fitted the joint to her lips. Back in the shower stall, Cynthia turned off the water. The ladies slathered each other with body wash until all three were richly lathered.

Cynthia turned the spray back on. Their hands seldom stopped as they flushed the suds away. With a comb that lived in the shower, they combed each other's soggy hair, Cynthia combing Tammy's pubic hair last.

“Alan, would you bring the Champagne again, please?” Each lady turned the bottle up twice.

Laura and Cynthia pulled Alan under the shower and rinsed his body from head to toe, with strong emphasis on his penis.

Laura and Cynthia, one on each of Alan's arms, led a dripping cowboy from the shower.

“We'll be in the spa, Honey. Would y'all bring Tammy along, please?”

Hank and Raul joined Tammy under the shower heads, taking turns kissing her while she helped wash their bodies.

There was a trail of water standing on the brick floor tiles in a path running through the cabin to the patio doors.

“And I had asked myself if I really thought swingin' would be fun,” marveled Tammy. “Silly, naive me!”

“Go do our husbands, Girlfriend,” said Laura. “you're in for a memorable treat.”

Hank and Raul were standing by the spa, each with a large terry towel. They wrapped them around Tammy. They picked her up like a bride who had two grooms and carried herinto the bedroom, taking turns kissing her along the way.

Hank pulled the covers off the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet and a half-dozen pillows. “Face down, please, Tammy.” He retrieved a bottle of lotion from the headboard.

Kneeling on each side of her, the men slowly and lightly caressed the lotion into her skin from her thighs to her neck and shoulders and back again, and again, and again. She was purring. Raul slid down and took her foot between his slick palms and kneaded lotion into it softly while Hank massaged her neck and shoulders, laying down kisses between his hands. Raul continued his attention up her leg, her thigh, to her buttocks, always kissing the spot he'd just massaged, then worked his way down the other side. Hank turned her over and kissed her lips. Raul squirted a stream of lotion across her breasts and down to her mound. Their fingers lightly spread the balm over her body, down her legs to her feet, always working slowly and meticulously to cover her skin with lotion.

Raul slid up her body and found Hank nursing her left breast. He began circling her right nipple with his tongue.

Hank's hand found her core. Tammy spread her legs. Raul kissed his way down her strawberry flavored body and applied several licks and kisses to and around Hank's active middle finger, licking the labia to the side. She was moaning.

“I need a cock,” Tammy announced, and swung a leg over Hank's body. “Not like that, Darlin'. Reverse cowgirl, please.” She turned around and tucked him expertly into her, rocking her body into Hank's probing as she settled him deeply.

Tammy's lips were available, so Raul kissed her. He kissed his way to her ears, neck, shoulders, nipples, and down her body.

When he reached her mound, Raul was greeted with the prettiest clitoris, just above where Hank disappeared into her.

Raul kissed her clit tenderly, teased it a bit with his tongue and spread her labia wider. “Oh, God! I'm gonna come! Oh, yes, Raul!”

“Kiss me, Honey! MMMft!” Raul looked over her mound to see Alan passionately kissing her lips while Laura sucked her nipple. Raul moved up her body to her left boob. Hank lost his connection but Cynthia quickly captured his erupting penis.

Tammy lifted her thigh over Cynthia's head and slid off Hank's body, allowing Raul to slide between her thighs. An anonymous hand guided him into her.

Alan surrendered Tammy's lips to Raul. He kissed Laura as Raul settled into the missionary position with Tammy, who wrapped her legs around his body and held him in place while her hips continued to rock.

Hank urged Laura onto her back and moved between her welcoming thighs. Alan and Cynthia lay similarly on the other side. “Do missionaries swing?” Raul wondered.

[SW_PA_Couple 4,024]

Are you removing this part owing to the fact that people involved in the actual incident might recognize themselves in it?

[Alura 2,774]

Are you removing this part owing to the fact that people involved in the actual incident might recognize themselves in it?

 

Not really, SW_PA_Couple. I've gotten some criticism that the sex scenes overwhelm the lessons to be learned from the rest of the book. I admit that Laura and I waxed heavily on the sexy parts, with the idea that "sex sells." The flow of the story works better, with Tammy's first threesome (Six-some?) left in mystery. I thought this chapter would be well-received here on the board, so I posted it here rather than delete it.

 

The people and events that inspired this chapter are at ease with their sexuality.

 

Thanks for your input!

 

Alura

[SW_PA_Couple 4,024]

Excellent. I understand.

 

Now that you mention, I did perceive significant lessons in your book. And Gettin' into Hot Water is a good story for Swingersboard.

[Alura 2,774]

Excellent. I understand.

 

Now that you mention, I did perceive significant lessons in your book. And Gettin' into Hot Water is a good story for Swingersboard.

 

Thanks, SW_PA_Couple. In the original book, "Tender Shoots of Grass," there is a trip to Nashville which is likely to be removed from the new version. I've assembled the chapters into a short story. My guess is they'll wind up here.

[Alura 2,774]

Here is another chapter that succumbed to the editor's red pencil:

 

Do You Mind, Darling?

 

"Hi, Darling!"

“Hi, Sweetheart! How's it going?”

"We're leaving in the morning, right after we pick up Jonathan. We'll be driving slower since he'll be in the car. I'd like to ask a favor, please."

“Of course, Sweetheart. Anything.”

"Thank you, Darling. Cynthia and I would like to have a threesome with an absolutely gorgeous cowboy-investigator. Alan Snyder? The guy David mentioned? In return, we promise to show you and Hank what we did, or perhaps something similar, when we get home. The odd-man-out can watch."

“That was not the favor I expected, Sweetheart. Has Hank signed off on this?”

"Cynthia hasn't called him yet, Darling. I told her you'd be enthusiastic. She thought she'd have an easier time selling the idea to Hank if you'd already said 'yes'. That's why I called you first."

“You know me well. Will I hear a bedtime story?”

"It'll be a great bedtime story, Darling. Probably better than the Richard adventure, since Cynthia will be helping me with the choreography, if you can imagine that. May I?"

“You bet! I wish I could watch. I love you!”

"Thank you, Darling. You're a Dream Husband, Mr. Alura! I love you, too. Bye!"

"That was easier than I expected," Cynthia said after she ended her call with Hank. “I think promisin' him the threesome was the closer, Sugah. He liked the odd-man-out part, too. He wants to film us when we're with Raul."

"It's a good thing we're sluts married to perverts, Girlfriend! Otherwise we'd lead such boring lives. Let's fix our makeup and act out a good story for our husbands."

A few minutes later, back by the pool, Laura said, "We've decided to get the hell out of Dodge, Alan, in the mornin' after we pick up Jonathan.”

“You ever rodeoed or worked cattle, Alan?" Cynthia asked.

"I'm the foreman on a ranch now, Cynthia. Do some calf ropin' in rodeos. Rode saddle broncs when I was younger. I'm doin' this job part time until they hire a full-time investigator. Why'd you ask?"

"It's not important, Cowboy. Laura and I had a bet. I won."

"How do you feel about multiple-partner sex, Alan?" questioned Laura with an inquiring smile.

"I can't say as I've had enough experience to answer that question, Laura." [Or any at all.]

"Let me be specific then, Cowboy. How do you feel about having sex with two ladies at the same time?" asked Cynthia. “Us.”

“Uh, aren't both y'all married?"

“Yes, we are, Alan. We just talked with our husbands on the phone. They've approved.”

“You asked them?”

“Yes, of course, Cowboy. We don't cheat. We can talk with our husbands about anythin' at all. We call it fear-free communication.”

“And they said y'all could have sex with me?”

“Yes. They both did. We call it 'swinging'.”

“Isn't that the same thing as swappin' wives?”

“Yes, it is similar, Cowboy. I've had sex with Laura's husband and she's done mine. But we and our men consider a threesome swingin' too. We ask first.”

“What if they said ‘no’?”

“I would go ahead with the threesome, Alan, but as soon as I get home I’d initiate an investigation to find out who was impersonating my husband and if the imposter had killed him.”

“I would shake your hand and say, ‘Have a good life, Cowboy’.” Cynthia said.

“Alan, there are two types of sex, said Laura. “Making love, which we only do with our husbands, and fucking for fun, which we're willing to do with you. Fun means doing outrageous things such as sucking your cock and licking your cum off each other's faces, and similar outrageous things. Now, do you want to fuck us or not?”

"I don't know if I can keep up, Ladies, but I'm sho' 'nough willin' to give it a try.”

"Then come with us," said Laura. “So to speak...”