Central Valley Swingers

"Dear Penthouse, I never thought I'd be writing this letter..."

Say hello to Mike. This is his first trip to FFO. He is a sick, twisted, relentless fuck. Which means he should feel right at home here. Remember the name. I have a feeling you're going to be seeing a lot of it around the hardboiled hot spots...

Central Valley Swingers by Mike Monson

I decide to take a little break from beating in the face of my ex-wife’s new husband. You know, wash the blood off, inspect the damage to my knuckles—have a smoke. This also gives me a moment to really stop and savor watching my new friend, Harold, fucking Cheryl, over and over and over in the most disgusting ways imaginable.

We are in this cheap-ass hotel room just off the main drag in downtown Modesto. Gil is tied to a chair facing the bed.

I watch Cheryl getting hammered by Harold, and come up real close to her face. “Yes, that’s right, just the way you like it, huh, baby?”

She doesn’t answer, just stares up at the ceiling with blank eyes.

Cheryl and I started swinging a couple of years before the divorce. The one thing that became apparent early on is that, for us, it wasn’t so much about me getting my rocks of with some random lady. In fact, I had a hard time getting into it, because, well, I was too busy paying attention to Cheryl and what she was doing. It was amazing how she could go from man to man, from cock to cock, have orgasm after orgasm and then go home with me. Watching her get turned on was my turn on, and, luckily being watched by me was what got her off. 

So, you see, for a while at least, we were the perfect couple.

Slowly, we adapted. Our swinging became strictly MFM, or MMFM, or, sometimes, MMMFM. It was all about Cheryl, my “hot wife,” being as nasty as she wanted with whomever she wanted.

We had some basic rules. I always had to be there, I had to get to know and approve each guy (if I didn’t like some dude, he was out, period); and, it was always understood that Cheryl loved me, and only me, and that the sex with all the men was just that, sex—nothing more.

Then, fucking Gil game along and all the rules went out the window.

She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. Fuck him all she wanted, sure, but love him? No, that was wrong. Very wrong.

It didn’t take long to set up, and the idea was simple, foolproof. I made up a fake person and posted on a swingers website. Knowing Cheryl so well and what she wanted and liked, I knew she wouldn't be able to resist the character I created. I had no doubt that before long she and Gil would be contacting me to set up a meeting at this hotel room.

As soon as they walked in, I knocked out Gil with a bat, and Harold (a guy I’d met during my recent dark time, and who I knew would do anything for a buck) grabbed Cheryl and threw her big sexy ass onto the bed.

The rest was easy. Gil was kind of a little guy and by the time he came to he was tied up and I was smacking him around while Harold was having his way with my sweet Cheryl.

I let things play out this way for hours. I wanted to make an impression, y’know? I wanted to make sure these two understood what happened when rules got broken. And there was something else I wanted.


About dawn I pay Harold off and send him away. I get into the bed next to Cheryl. I gently stroke her face and I kiss her all over. Just as I knew she would, she turns and faces me, puts her arms around me like she used to do and gives me a long, long kiss.

“Are you ready to come home?” I ask.

“Of course,” she answers. “That was amazing.”

“I thought you’d like it,” I say.

“Oh, I liked it all right. I fucking loved it.” She points to Gil, moaning in his chair. “What about him?” 

“Oh, I didn’t hurt him that bad,” I say. “He’ll get over it, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” she says, and then laughs. “The little pervert probably loved it as much as I did.”

Mike Monson is a paralegal who works in San Francisco and lives in Modesto. He enjoys reading good lit on his long rides home each night. http://mikemonson.wordpress.com/