There are a handful of couples that we’ve met since our first visit who, like us, visit year after year. Two of which we swing with every year just to mix things up. It keeps our relationship strong, though I’m not going to pretend I understand why. I think it has to do with possession. Afterward, we get really possessive in bed.
Our sex life is always great. I think it’s a combination of being deeply in love with my partner, being incredibly attracted to him in a way I never have been with anyone else, and being married to a porn star. But there’s something that heightens between us after trading partners, making it feel…more.It’s scorching. We’re on fire for each other.
There are a couple others that we just hang out with. We go on excursions together and generally just catch up from the last time we talked, which is rarely outside of our summer times on Kala. Once we made plans to meet up with the couples we swing with over winter break, and… It was just weird. We haven’t done that again. It’s very obviously a Kala thing, and we’re keeping it that way.
“Cole and James and Jake and Henry will be here next month. I’ve already set up our rendezvous.” I nod in acknowledgment. “Blake and Joseph are having issues with their oldest son and aren’t sure if they’re going to make it this year.”
“What happened?”
“I guess he’s gotten into some trouble.”
“Are we talking being a shit or, like, with the law?”
Oscar shrugs. “Blake didn’t say. I haven’t heard back from Thomas and Jack yet, but Isaac and Lewis will be here in a couple weeks. They’ll let us know the dates once they lock them down. Something about a wedding.” He pauses, his hands stilling. “Or a funeral.”
I laugh. “Those are very different things, Oz.”
He snorts. “I mean, I suppose in principle, sure. But in a way, they’re both celebrating love.”
I twist under him to meet his eyes. “Please, do tell me.”
“The end of someone’s life is sad because they were loved. Otherwise, no one would care that they’re gone, right?”
“I’m impressed that you made that make sense,” I say, turning my face back into my arm.
“I’m not saying that it’s not a sad occasion. There are days when I still can’t believe that I’m living in a world without my meemaw in it, and she died when I was ten. But the loss of her only hurts as much as it does because of how much I love her. I imagine that there’s a direct correlation between the new love you’re celebrating at a wedding and the long love you’re grieving over at a funeral.”
“That’s a very nice way to think of it,” I say. “I’m going to try to remember that at my next funeral.”
“As if you attend them often.”
I grin. “I’m glad I don’t.”
“So yeah. I’ve heard from most of our friends, but none of them are here right now. Which brings back the original question. What do you want to do this afternoon?”
“Well, it’s been like six hours since I’ve gotten off,” I say, teasing.
Oscar laughs quietly. He leans down, his body heat making me shiver. He puts his lips to my ear and murmurs, “If you want to get off, I’m happy to oblige, my love.”
I’m not sure that Ineedto get off or even if I want to get off. We have a very active sex life, so it’s not like I ever go without. However, that sexy tone he uses makes my dick twitch in anticipation.
“Yep. I want to get off.”
He chuckles, low and sexy. The tip of his tongue touches the shell of my ear, and I swear, it’s an injection of arousal. My body instantly burns. There’s a reason this man has the following he does. He’s sex on a fucking stick. Every damn thing about him.
His fingers immediately dip between my ass cheeks and rub my hole. He hasn’t been inside me in a few days. Oscar is very much of the mind that good sex doesn’t always have to include penetration. I wasn’t necessarily in agreement with him when we met, so he’d made it his mission over the first year of our relationship to prove to me he’s right. There were times that he got me off with nothing but his words. Yeah, not kidding. The man is that good.
Spoiler—he’s fucking right. The fact that he can turn literally any part of my body into an erogenous zone is true fucking talent. I tease him that he must have trained with Kama Sutra experts and graduated with flying colors to become a sex god.
His lips brush my ear, then my neck, while his finger lazily teases my hole. I can’t stop my hips from rising, trying to get more. Always more.
I feel his smile against my skin. “How do you want me?” he murmurs, tone low and sensual.
As if I can string together a coherent sentence right now. And fuck, he’s barely touching me!
“I don’t know,” I answer. “Surprise me.”
He chuckles. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
