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  Global Playground

  A Hot Wife Sharing Novel

  Take My Wife (Book 3)

  by Delores Swallows

  Delores Swallows Publications

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Delores Swallows

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  Content Advisory: This book is intended for mature audiences and contains explicit sexual activity.

  Global Playground

  Jim is a simple man with simple needs. He's lives in a nice house on a nice street, he's got a good job, and he plays tennis to wind down. And on weekends he kisses his wife Sophie goodbye when she goes off to swingers' parties to service her ever-escalating needs. Billionaires, porn stars, dancers--one at a time or all at once, it doesn't matter to Sophie. She'll take it every way she can get it and relay all the juicy details to Jim when she gets home.

  Life is good. Too good, you might say. For a voyeur like Jim, his open marriage is damn near perfect. Little bit of wife-watching, little bit of playing around... what more could a man want? Well there's only one answer to the eternal question, and that's the eternal truth. He want's what he can't have--romantic dates, curling up in front of a fire, sweet togetherness--and while Sophie is off jet-setting with wealthy men to service her needs, Jim falls into a comfortable friendship with Naomi, a stunning older woman and self-described cougar.

  For a man who's known nothing but chocolate-chip, where's the harm in trying vanilla for once? Just a little taste... maybe a scoop...

  Contents

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  Global Playground

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  About the Author

  Bonus Story

  Also by Delores Swallows

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  Chapter One

  Jim woke with the sun streaming through the open curtains and into his eyes. Though momentarily unsure of his surroundings, the throbbing headache helped bring it all back. He’d driven home alone after the party and drunk himself into such a state that he hadn’t even made it upstairs to bed.

  He was lying on one of the sofas in their living room, still fully dressed. There was a blanket over him, but he didn’t recognise it and had no idea where he’d got it from. Placing a thumb and finger on either side of the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes and thought back to the previous night’s party. He’d followed Sophie up the stairs, interrupted her session with two guys, and then spoiled things for all concerned. He stared up at the ceiling, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Last night’s behaviour could well have spoiled a lot more than just one night. Sophie had been livid—probably rightly so—and she’d sent some butler to dismiss him. No doubt she’d wanted to make sure he didn’t ruin the rest of her night as well.

  He swung his feet to the floor and sat up, which made his head spin. He took a few deep breaths, wondering if he was going to be sick. Once confident the contents of his stomach would stay put, he leaned forward to undo his shoelaces. He then sat back to kick the shoes off his feet, taking a few moments to run a diagnostics check on his body. His head hurt the most, no doubt the result of drinking too much brandy after getting home. Also hurting were his neck and back, probably due to sleeping on a sofa too short to accommodate a guy over six feet tall. His stomach felt strange, thanks to the mixture of the brandy he’d drunk and the anxiety he felt. Had he fucked things up forever?

  Last night had started well. The mansion was fabulous, all the guests looked great in their elegant dresses and dinner suits. Sophie had looked better than most—probably better than them all—but Jim hadn’t been content to let the evening unfold. For some inexplicable reason, he’d felt obliged to orchestrate things. He’d enjoyed watching Sophie with the two men on the stairs, he’d really enjoyed Anita’s attentions, but then something had driven him to leave Anita to another guy so that he could…

  Why had he followed Sophie up the stairs? What was it that he’d hoped to achieve?

  He looked across the room at the empty sofa opposite. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d been sitting exactly where he was now with Sara stroking his cock, while watching Billy pushing his hand up Sophie’s skirt. That memory was the catalyst for a whole series of images to start flashing through his mind—some he’d witnessed, others he hadn’t: Sophie with Billy in their bed; Sophie and Sara with the three men on their night out; Sophie with the two men on the stairs last night; and Sophie straddling him on the bed in the mansion, pushing her cum-soaked face against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

  Jim wandered into the kitchen and took a carton of orange juice and a glass back to the sofa. He downed the first glass in one, refilled, and placed the carton on the floor by his feet.

  He wondered what had happened at the party after he’d left. Last night had been their first time attending one of these parties, and Jim had no concept of how long they lasted. Would some of the guests stay over? After people had sex, did they get dressed and leave, or move on to a different partner and start again?

  As the pain of his headache subsided slightly, Jim’s thoughts turned to Sophie and her rich admirer—the owner of the mansion. More images filled his head—big oak furniture, cigars, Sophie on her hands and knees sucking a guy sitting in a leather wing-backed chair…

  Suddenly the living room door pushed open and Sophie came in. She was wearing a white vest and pink pyjama bottoms, and from the state of her hair it was obvious she’d just got up.

  “You’re here.” Jim’s voice sounded strange; he was croaking as if he had a sore throat.

  Sophie shrugged. “Of course I’m here. Who do you think closed the patio doors and covered you up? I tried to wake you, but you were comatose.”

  Jim looked down, avoiding her eyes. “Yeah. Sorry, I was just… Sorry.”

  Sophie walked past him into the kitchen and he heard the water gush as she filled the kettle. A couple of minutes later she returned carrying two mugs—coffee for him, tea for herself.

  Taking his mug from her, he nodded his thanks. Unsure of how this conversation was going to go, he waited for her to say something.

  Sophie sat on the opposite sofa and took a few sips of tea.

  Jim watched her. Her fingers and toes were still painted pale blue, but all her makeup had been removed.

  “Last night…” Sophie pushed a strand of hair back behind an ear. “Last night should have been one of the best nights we’ve ever had. The house, the people, the clothes. It felt so special to be in a place like that where everyone was dressed in their finest, knowing that we could indulge in anything we wanted with whoever we fancied.”

  Jim nodded and looked down at his feet. He shrugged and sh
ook his head. “I know.”

  “So why, Jim?” A hardness had come into her voice. “Why couldn’t you just enjoy your evening and let me enjoy mine?”

  He looked up and met her eyes. “I don’t know.”

  “You seemed to be enjoying yourself in the chair with the dark-haired girl.”

  Jim nodded. Sophie had looked back and smiled while Anita was giving him the blowjob, before heading up the stairs with her two suitors.

  She sighed. “We could have been having this conversation in our bed.”

  Her voice had softened, and he wondered if she was suggesting they went upstairs now.

  She leaned forward. “We could have slept together and cuddled all night, then we could have told each other about what we’d done last night. We both know talking about things is a big part of what we do.”

  Jim nodded and knew exactly what she meant. They’d done it before, and it had become a sort of ritual. He’d have his cock inside her while she described what other men had done to her, how they’d made her come, how she’d felt when they’d come. The pair of them would come again while re-living their exploits.

  “But instead, we’re sitting here on separate seats.” The hardness was back in her voice.

  “I’m really sorry, Soph.”

  She stood up. “You should go to bed, you look awful. I’m going for a shower, then I’m going out for a while.”

  Jim looked up, wondering where she was going. He tried to remember if she’d mentioned having something planned, but his head hurt too much to think clearly.

  Sophie held his gaze. “I’m going to see Sara. She texted this morning to see if I fancied going for a walk.”

  “Okay.” Jim took a sip of his coffee, which was bitter after the orange juice. He was desperate to find out what had happened after he’d left the party, but knew better than to ask.

  Sophie disappeared back upstairs and he heard the shower running. Jim stayed where he was and finished his coffee, then went into the kitchen and drank a pint of water before heading up to the bedroom.

  Sophie was now dressed in faded jeans and a pink angora jumper, sitting on the bed pulling on a pair of ankle boots. Her hair was wet and she had no makeup on, but he couldn’t help thinking how great she looked.

  She stood up as he started to undress. “Right, I’m off. Get some sleep.”

  He nodded.

  Sophie turned when she reached the bedroom door. “Jim, we’ll talk when I get back. There are some things we need to clarify.”

  Jim nodded again, feeling like a reprimanded child.

  “We’d agreed having sex with other partners was what we both wanted when we started this, but I think we need to decide if it’s still what we want, and then decide how we go about it.” She held his gaze for a couple of seconds before pulling the door shut behind her.

  Jim let her words run round his head. Was she offering to stop what they were doing? Did he want it to stop? He didn’t think so…

  He finished undressing and slipped between the sheets. He could smell Sophie’s new perfume on her pillow. He ran his hand down the sheet to see if it was wet from where stuff had dripped from her sex. It wasn’t, and he was embarrassed by his need to find out. Embarrassed because he knew he’d have gotten some kind of thrill if there’d been a damp patch.

  Closing his eyes, he thought back to Anita kneeling before him, sucking him as he watched Sophie with the men on the stairs. He remembered coming in Anita’s mouth, and also the wide-eyed shock on her face when the guy with the huge dick had slammed into her from behind. Jim stroked his semi-hard cock and wished he’d stayed with Anita. Or even looked for another woman after her. He’d really fancied that older woman—Naomi. He contemplated jacking off but decided what he needed more than anything was more sleep. Well, that—and also to know what happened when Sophie went to see her millionaire.

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  When Jim woke, the clock showed he’d been asleep for almost three hours. He went straight to the shower and stayed there for over ten minutes, letting the water blast his head and body. He dried himself, brushed his teeth, dressed in cut-offs and t-shirt and wandered downstairs. The house was empty but the patio door was open. He looked out and saw Sophie sitting on the garden bench, her eyes closed, face raised to the sun.

  As he got closer she opened her eyes and turned towards him. She didn’t smile. “How’s the head?”

  Jim shrugged. “I think a badger’s crapped in my mouth, but I feel a lot better than I did a few hours ago.”

  Sophie furrowed her brow and looked straight into his eyes. “Why’d you do it?”

  Jim wasn’t sure which thing she was asking an explanation for. “What, the drinking or the gate-crashing?”

  A half-smile crossed her face at ‘gate-crashing’. “Both, I suppose.”

  Jim sat down next to her and dropped his head back, letting the sun warm his own face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I drank because I knew I’d fucked up at the party. I wanted to numb my self-pity.”

  Sophie nodded slowly. “Well, when I got home you were pretty numb all over. I tried to get you to stand up but you fell flat on your back. In the end you crawled onto a sofa and I found something to cover you with.”

  Jim looked at his bare feet, ashamed of getting so drunk.

  “What about the gate-crashing?”

  He dropped his head back again and squeezed his eyes shut. “I…”

  Though more alert, he couldn’t gather the strength or words to discuss what had been going through his head when he burst in on her and the two men. He wasn’t even sure he knew. He opened his eyes and looked into her face. Her beautiful face, which possessed the eyes and smile that could still make him catch his breath.

  Sophie held his gaze. Her eyes were angry, and her smile nowhere to be seen.

  Taking a deep breath, he tried to explain. “I don’t think I can answer it in a simple way—I probably can’t answer it at all—but I’ll try. When we first started all this, that night with Joel, I was worried. I knew you wanted it, and I suppose I wanted it, too. We both used to get so turned on, lying in bed and talking about what we’d like to do if we’d got another person there.” He smiled at the memory.

  “When we were in Joel’s flat I came back from the kitchen and saw you two snogging and feeling each other up, and it was as if a light had come on in my head. Or maybe a fire starting in my groin would be a better description.”

  Sophie watched him in silence.

  “I watched you suck his cock, and it turned me on. Then he fucked you, and I couldn’t believe how much of a kick I got out of it. When he made you come I was shaking, and when he came inside you I watched your face, saw your pleasure. You were pushing back and rolling your hips. I knew you were squeezing yourself round his cock, and I was so proud because I know how good that feels. I watched transfixed as you fucked him the second time. Joel just lay there while you took him. You rode his cock and he must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven. You fucked his brains out, yet still managed to make him come again that night by sucking him off.”

  Sophie opened her mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again.

  Jim took another breath. “The day after, when he turned up at the caravan, all I wanted was to watch you do it again—to see you blow his mind again. And you did. I guess I learned more about what turns me on during that weekend than any other time of my life.”

  Sophie remained silent.

  “The night with Sara and Billy was the same thing. Sara sucked me and fucked me, but when I think back to that night now, the thing I remember most is watching you with Billy. You groaning and talking dirty while he fucked you. But then you had your night out with Sara and the other men, and it felt like you’d cheated on me.”

  Sophie frowned. “That’s not what—”

  “I know that.” Jim nodded slowly. “I know that, now. We’d never discussed the rules, and you had every right to assume it wouldn’t be a problem.” He smiled.
“If I’d been in that situation, I’m sure I’d have done the same thing.”

  Sophie looked puzzled. “So, last night…?”

  “Last night I knew we were going to a swinging party where you’d fuck another guy and I’d fuck another woman, and I was ready for that—happy about it. Excited. But once we got there and you wandered off to the other side of the room, for some reason I couldn’t stop looking for you. I wanted to see who you were talking to.”

  “Why, Jim?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What difference would it make, whoever it was? He’s just a piece of meat I was going to use to get off. The same way whoever you were with was exactly that to you. At these parties, everyone’s using each other for physical pleasure. Nothing more—we’re all there to make ourselves feel good.”

  Jim nodded, feeling foolish. “Yeah, I know. But when I saw you on the stairs, all I could do was watch you.”

  “When you saw me on the stairs, you had your cock buried in that dark-haired girl’s face.”

  He laughed. “Yeah.”

  Sophie shook her head. “How could you just leave her there?”

  “I didn’t just leave her. She had company when I left her.”

  Sophie looked surprised. “Someone else had joined you?”

  “Yeah, another guy moved in from behind. She didn’t even notice I’d left.”

  “I’m surprised you did leave. I seem to remember you rather enjoy that arrangement.”

  Sophie was smiling, and Jim knew she was referring to the night with Joel. Sophie had sucked Jim while Joel fucked her doggy-style, and Jim’s orgasm had been brought on as much by watching her getting fucked by another man as by what she’d done with her mouth.

  Jim shrugged. “By the time he’d joined in, I’d already enjoyed myself.”

  “What?” Sophie’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “You came in her mouth that quickly?”