A Swinging Proposition

(I know I'll lose more of you with this chapter. Sorry, but it's where the story is taking me. It's gonna get a lot more bisexual going forward.)

As I enter the kitchen I see Kayla standing on one of the dining room chairs with her hands planted down on the table in front of her as she watched her Dad gobble down one of the still steaming hot cookies in a single bite.

“Is it good? Is it good?” She asks excited.

“Wow! The best!” He beams. “You made these? No way.” He teases her.

“I did, I did! Mum helped a little but I put the choco chips in I put the...um...flour...” She sees me approach. “Uncle John, try my cookies. You can have one.”

“Thank you!”

I take a place at the table, a cold can of beer sat waiting for me. Reaching out I take one of the gooey warm cookies from the plate in the center of the table and take a big bite.

“Mmmmm! That's the best I ever had!” I exclaim. “You should go into business. Kayla's Cookies. You can sell 'em and make a million dollars.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” She titters. “You're silly! I want to eat them not sell them.”

Rachel takes her seat as she chuckles. “You've eaten enough already. Go clean up my little cookie monster.”

“COOKIE MONSTER!” Kayla yells and looks at the plate of cookies with ill intent. That plate of cookies was about to be wrecked.

“Oh no you don't.” Rachel warns her daughter. “Skoot! Go get cleaned up. Take your nap early and maybe we can go shopping this afternoon.”

The tyke plops down heavily on her seat and crosses her arms impudently. “A nap!? Nooooo!”

“Get!” Rachel shoos her.

“Off ya go my girl.” Dennis says, backing up his wife.

As if she had just received the worst news she could have possible received Kayla pouts and slides off her chair. The kid that had been a bundle of ebullience just a moment ago now marches toward the exit like she was on the Bataan **** March.

“Thank you for the cookies Kayla.” I call after her.

She sighs. “Yeah. Y'welcome Uncle John.”

With that she is gone.

“You guys have great kids.” I say honestly as I crack open my beer.

“You're good with children.” Rachel smiles. “You're gonna be a great dad someday.”

I tilt my beer toward her husband who was chowing down on another cookie. “Learning from the best over here.”

She nods slowly as she looks at her husband with obvious admiration. “Yeah.”

There is long few minutes of silence as the three of us sit together. Each of us wondering who the first would be to bring up the subject we were all thinking about.

“So you guys spoke.” Rachel finally breaks the tension.

“Yeah.” Dennis says.

“You know how he feels about you?” She asks me.

I nod.

“Good. Good.” She lets out a long breath. “Good God we waited too long to talk about that.”

Dennis reaches across and gives his wife's hand a squeeze. Volumes of unspoken communication pass between them in that simple gesture that I was not privy too. They give each other a long look before breaking apart.

She coughs lightly and shifts nervously. “Have you asked him yet?”

Dennis washes his mouth out with a gulp of beer and sets it back down. “Yeah. I did.”

She refocuses her attention to me. “And?”

The air was taut with anxious energy.

I clear my throat. “And...and...helllllll yes!”

My sudden eruption of enthusiasm causes her to burst into a laugh. I watch her simultaneously get excited and nervous in the blink of an eye. She tucks an errant strand of her bangs back behind her ear in a very charming little **** motion to make herself look nicer for me. It was sexy as fuck.

“Dennis said you'd be interested. I was a nervous wreck even thinking about it.”

I shake my head. “Don't be nervous. God Rachel, it's a dream come true. You are hot as hell. Damn guys, I can't wait! I honestly can't wait.” I look back and forth between them. Dennis was blushing again and Rachel was nibbling her bottom lip in transparent giddiness. “Remember I asked you out that once?”

She gives me a rapid nod. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Better late than never.”

“I guess so.” She licks her lips and shifts just a tad closer. “I can't believe we're even talking about this.”

“Talking about it? We're going to DO this thing. Hell yeah!” I remember Dennis telling me that Rachel liked a take charge kind of guy sometimes, and that Dennis was very much not that...I decide to push my luck. “Hell, if the kids weren't here I'd bend you over this table right now.”

Her eyes widen and she takes in a gasp of air. She shifts in her seat, I swear from pushing her legs together. “Oh!”

“I'd pull down those pants and your panties...”

“Oh!”

“...I'd tear that apron off and that shirt open...”

“OH!”

“...and fuck you right here. Blinds wide open. I wouldn't care if the neighbors saw.”

After just a heartbeat I look over at Dennis. “You too big guy. I'd have you two bent over side by side.” I glance toward the doorway to make sure there weren't any prying ears. I then add in a hushed tone. “I'd be fucking one of you and fingering the other. Smacking your ass and then hers. As I...” I stop there and gauge the results.

A stunned silence fills the room.

“Too much?” I ask.

“NO!” They both instantly exclaim in unison, which then causes them each to laugh.

“No...that sounds...great!” Dennis assures me. “Holy shit!”

“Oh my god.” Rachel was already looking a little flush, I wonder how long it had been since she'd gotten some. “We can get a sitter um...any night...um...any night you want...” I could see in her eyes this sexually frustrated housewife was damn near ready to dive across at me right here and now. With the tips of her fingers she strokes the edge of my hand longingly. I shift my hand to stroke her back. Our fingers caress and play with each other between us. Burning passion in both our locked gazes.

The sexual tension in the room had ratcheted up about ten notches. The bright clean wholesome kitchen surroundings with the plate of fresh baked treats seemed such a weird place to be talking about this stuff, but here we were.

Dennis interjects. “He wants Jane there too. He wants to swing. He wants us all to swing.”

“Oh.” Rachel says. This had obviously taken the shine off of it a bit for her. “I guess that makes sense.”

“She is very interested if you guys are. I'm sure we could all have some fun.” I say.

“I...um, don't mean to be rude but...I'm not sure I could do it with a woman.” Rachel confesses. “I'd be willing to try but...”

“Why don't we get together and see what happens?” I say. “Noone has to do anything they don't want obviously.” I give her a wink. “But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wouldn't mind seeing that.”

I could see her lust was winning out over her inhibitions. After the past few weeks I knew that feeling well.

She is quiet a moment. “I...I'm not as...” She sighs. “I've had some kids. My body's not what it once was.”

“You are gorgeous.” Dennis tells her, attempting to put her insecurities to rest.

I vehemently agree. “Hell yes! As I said Rachel, you are hot as hell. Your body is fuckin amazing. You take care of yourself and it shows.” I give her a sly grin. “I can't wait to see that hot fit little body of yours bouncing on my hard...”

“Mommy!” Kayla comes running back into the room nearly startling us all out of our chairs.

Rachel blinks a few times and gathers her senses. She actually fans herself with a hand as she turns to her bubbly daughter. “Uh...wha...what is it cookie monster?”

“I took my nap!” Kayla states proudly. “Can I have a cookie? Cookie Monster wanna cookie!”

“No! You did not take a nap, it's barely been ten minutes!” She looks at me with a long lingering smoldering white hot gaze before reluctantly getting up from the table to deal with her daughter. “Come on, let me tuck you in.” She looks back at me. “Sorry.”

“No prob. I understand.”

Taking Kayla's hand Rachel leads the little rascal from the room.

I chuckle as I watch them go. “Oh man dude, you...”

As turn toward Dennis I am suddenly grabbed...HARD! With both his huge mitts around the back of my head my friend pulls me in for the hardest, deepest, most...manly kiss I'd ever received in my life! His soft beard and softer lips press hard into me. The smell of beer and sweat from our football game fills my nostrils. Rachel wasn't the only one I had gotten all hot and bothered! Unlike with his wife however, there was so much more going on here than simple lust.

“MMMMMM!” I initially protest from the shock of it...before slowly allowing myself to relax into it. I could fight it, but I don't. I could pretend not to enjoy it, but I don't. It was a lover's kiss like any other.

It was...nice. It was really nice. In fact...it was a damn fine kiss. Dennis was a damn fine kisser and I am surprised to discover...I fucking loved it. Wrapping my arms around his bulky torso I begin to kiss him back.