Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

Welcome Sexies

'Meow, Meow, Meow.' Why so early? Rolling over, I hit the snooze on my Hello Kitty clock for the second time. Why did I stay up so late? Oh right, texting Nick.

OH DAMN! Visions of Nick flood my groggy mind as I push up against my headboard and grab my phone. I see my reflection on the little screen and it's not a pretty sight. I've always had a thing for my ears sticking out. Fluffing my hair over them, I slide up.

What?!?! There are 6 messages from Nick! I blink, trying to focus.

Nick: Morning Morgan ☀️

Nick: So glad you said 'yes' last night because...

Nick: I have us booked at a hotel party for January 21st (yes, I have to stay here a week longer 😢). Here's a link to the party info.

Nick: I had to create a profile for us on a swingers site to buy tickets to the party.

Nick: Check out Swingly here. We are user MNinAZ4fun. Password is Prick1!

Nick: I grabbed some IG and FB pics for you. Blurred face. No friends, work, or home pics. You look great! Edit whatever you want. Especially your profile preferences. 👿

WHAT?????? I click the link and log in. On a sex site! Oh crap, there I am! Which pics? There are three of me and two of him. Oh God. One pic is from an outdoor lunch with Brooke on the patio at Olive & Ivy. I'm in shorts and a spaghetti strap black top. Another is from the Barrett-Jackson car auction. Wait, that was two weeks ago! How did he get that? I didn't post it and I didn't take it. Neither did Brooke. OMG, did Nick find us after we met and snap this? I'm walking in a crowd and my moving legs are blurry. It's from behind. Oh my ass looks pretty good though! And then... a swimsuit pic of me! What? Crap, that's on IG from two summers ago. I was almost 130 then. I look terrible. It's a modest black two-piece, but little rolls of fat cover the straps and my boobs only look okay. My hair is in a ponytail exposing my airplane wing ears. It was so windy that day on the beach - surprised I didn't lift off with ears like that.

Damn Nick Chandler. I'm furious at him for posting these! The old Bridget Jones movie mom plays in my head, "No one's going to shag you looking like that!"

That's my concern? That we don't get sex invitations? Really, Reynolds? That's the issue? Shouldn't I be more paranoid of getting recognized; which could jeopardize my career?

Wait... we have four messages and three of my pics have multiple thumbs-ups. I skim the messages.

You two look hot. Would love to meet up!

Welcome sexies.

Your Mrs is so cute and the Mr is yummy

Hey welcome. Take a look at our profile and let us know if there's interest.

My swimsuit pic has three likes. The patio pic, too. Then there's Nick... One of his pics is from a golf tournament. Shorts, polo shirt, blurred face in sunglasses. He's between two Monster Drink girls who must be short because he towers over them looking so cool, tan, and hot! His second pic is the swimsuit shot from last night. Two 'likes' and a comment:

Mmm, let us see the rest!

WTH! He's had us on this site for a few hours. "On a sex site," I grumble out loud. Hello Kitty screams that I need to get to work.

Later at work I'm still fuming, but it's turning into lustful curiosity. People want to have sex with us? I slip my phone under my desktop and check out Swingly for the third time today. OMG there are thousands of people in the Phoenix/Scottsdale area. Okay, probably tens of thousands. There are creative profiles by couples from 18-71, single men (lots!) and single women (wow, that's super brave!). They describe themselves and what they seek. There are dropdowns for her sexual preferences and the same for the guy. Listings for local, national and international parties, some for a 'public rendezvous.' And lots of sexy people. Some super hot couples on here! There, I said it! Hmm, one forum for 'Newbie Questions' has 7,432 posts in 631 topics. Do I need to read up a bit? I am a librarian after all. What! WHAT!

I've met Nick three times, including slapping his face when he suggested this? Now Nick Chandler is 'in my life'. I even use air quotes behind my desk. I've had sex with this God once, four days ago, and I'm still a bit sore. How did I get here?

Am I not 'Vanilla Morgan' anymore? Am I a sex goddess? Well, not yet, I squirm in my chair. Sugar? What? Is this what you want? To screw some rich, handsome, hot, big-dicked, tall guy while he's also setting us up for a sex party in two weeks? I blush with a few quick gasps. Well, when you put it that way... I can try.

I tell myself I can't look at Swingly again, but I can text Nick.

Me: If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. No half-ass effort. We can be so hot. Need much better pics, too!

Me: I've gone over to the dark side, like in Star Trek.

NICK: Star Wars! Busy in meetings. So pleased you want to do this Morgan! Remember it's all pretty new to me too! We'll explore together at whatever comfort level we want.

I'm still talking to myself, wrapping up at work and heading to the parking garage. I'm either losing my shyness or losing my mind. Or both. You don't want to be vanilla anymore. Yes, but like this? What about WHY NOT Morgan, hmm? Yes, but like this? I glance at a few profiles at a stoplight. Wow, most of the couples in our age range are hot, with sexy pics, and thoughtful descriptions of themselves and what they're looking for. Most seem to be busy professionals that choose to live a wild side when they can. I look at several pics of a 35-year-old couple. She's blonde and petite, he has a few tats and a trim beard. The pics look like a black and white boudoir session done by a professional. Yes... we need pics like this.

Later that evening, looking at Nick's texts, I check out the poster for the party that he signed us up for. Sexy Encounters Presents, 'Classy as Fuck.' a man in a black tux stands with a sensuous blonde wearing beautiful lingerie. My whole body tingles and pulses with the party description; 'Indulge your fantasies in one of the premier party locales in the Valley.' Elegance and Class are the night's themes. Dashing men and sultry ladies come to LUST parties to create erotic memories. A DJ, dance floor, and two bars create a safe, private place to let loose and release in sensual lifestyle vibes.'

OMG... I need to get those thigh-high, black boots I've lusted over for a year now. I jump on Amazon. The boots were already in my 'Save for Later' cart right next to a new water filter for the fridge and a hoodie since it's winter.

My phone vibrates. Vibrates... I smirk! I reach over and open my nightstand drawer.