This project has been unlike any other I’ve thus far undertaken. A Life Less Monogamous began its life as a screenplay I wrote back, in my early days of swinging, pre-Life on the Swingset and other nonsense. Over the course of my time “on the swingset” I’d noodled around with the first five thousand words of this manuscript.
With deadlines mounting for an as yet unfinished project, a prescriptive tome entitled The Big Book of Swinging, I searched for something, anything, to distract me, and came upon the first chapter of this story. Liking it quite a bit (it’s only been through minor changes to become the chapter that opens this current version), I abandoned the work I should’ve been doing and embarked upon the greatest single act of procrastination of my entire career.
A Life Less Monogamous was written as an experiment, a NaNoWriMo simulacrum, and it’s only in existence now because of the screenplay skeleton that came before, as well as the tireless efforts of Kat, Lauren, and Ginger, who read it nightly as new chapters arrived in their inboxes. This method – which I, full of hubris, continually called Dickensian – helped keep me moving forward, even as I arrived in places about which I was unsure.
Looking back over it, I believe it contains some of my finest writing on the dense topic of non-monogamy, and I’m incredibly proud to have this story out in the world. We the weirdos, the non-monos, the swingers, have been incredibly under-represented in the world of media, and that is something I hope is beginning to change. If I am to be among those firing the first salvos, it’s an honor and a privilege.
What you’ll find below is first, and most salaciously, a bit of naughty fun from early in the book. There are spoilers within the excerpt, but only if you consider confirming that the characters in a novel about newbie swingers actually indulge in some swinging. But spoiler sensitive folk should just head over here to buy it now! The rest of you, enjoy some sexy stuff. I’ll see you on the other side.
“You’re a quick study,” Paige said, as another gasp escaped her lips. She grabbed at Jennifer’s head, moving between her legs with such enthusiasm that Paige’s fingers could barely get purchase. She caught a clump of hair. Jennifer said something like “unf” and increased her vigor.
Her enthusiasm reminded Paige of the day the floodgates had broken for her, the day she finally felt she could like girls. On the 8th floor of her dorm in Normal, Illinois, after a tearful admission of her feelings and inclinations toward Trina, her floor RA. Trina had responded with a kiss, and as Roger Waters might say, the tigers broke free.
Jennifer’s aim and focus may have been erratic and sloppy, but that hardly mattered when she approached her task with such enthusiasm. There were moments here and there when Paige wished that she would just focus on a spot and stick with it a while, but to complain that this lovely woman was eating too much of her pussy? Nah.
She had not expected this, no siree. Maybe a fleeting kiss that lingered, perhaps a drunken game of truth-or-dare that would get the tits out, but not this. Her left hand gripped the top sheet of the bed. She flung her head back to emit the loudest moan of the evening thus far as the orgasm began anew, building and building and building. Paige’s head fell between the two stacks of pillows, and the decorative ones tumbled down atop her as the orgasm poured over her.
Holy fuck! And Jennifer was just improvising!
“Okay,” panted Paige.
Jennifer did not abate.
Paige realized that was because she’d clamped her thighs tight around the poor girl’s head, covering her ears. She rectified that, though another shudder made her instinctively ball up and giggle. She tapped the top of Jennifer’s head as she tried to roll with her.
“Okay, sweetie, honey, darling.”
Jennifer paused, eyes up to Paige’s face, nose obscured by fiery pubic hair, tongue still planted inside.
“I need a moment,” said Paige.
She lifted her face away from Paige’s vulva. “No good?”
“Are you kidding?”
Those beautiful wide hazel eyes blinked, and Paige knew what she needed to hear. “You did amazing. Now come here.” She tapped the bed next to her. “Lie down.”
“I can do more,” offered Jennifer, a grin breaking out. “I liked it.”
“Well, I’m glad for that,” said Paige, “And while there will be many more opportunities for you to do just that in the future, at the moment I may be orgasmed out.”
That had the desired effect, and Jennifer hopped up on the bed next to her, flopping down hard, hurling the pillows away. Her face beamed with satisfaction in her work. Paige even saw her lick her lips.
“I wager that you’re now more comfortable.”
Paige ran her fingers around Jennifer’s stomach, and just under the waistband of her panties.
Jennifer looked down.
“Think I could have a turn?”
Her nod was emphatic.
Paige lifted the band away from her stomach and planted a kiss just over her trimmed patch of dark hair. She slid the panties down and inhaled Jennifer’s scent, staying at this angle, kissing her thighs, the inner tendons, then along her vulva.
Jennifer’s head flung back almost immediately as a full body tremor pulsed through her.
Paige felt a moment of wistful nostalgia for Emily. Emily had been a gateway for her and Bruce. Young, but experienced and experimental, polyamorous, not a swinger. Dating two men and a woman. Wanting to be in their lives. Giving of herself to them, so fully, so deeply. They gave all they could back as well, but priorities changed, as they often did, all around, and while the three of them never “broke up” by any means, there was a time where she’d been a daily phone call, and then a time where she wasn’t any longer.
Paige wasn’t foolish enough, or getting so far ahead of herself, to assume that void could be filled with Jennifer. In fact, she’d be quite surprised if anyone came close again. There’d been something about Emily that she’d probably never recapture. In the intervening years, on the back half of the second decade now, she’d popped up very occasionally and then vanished again like smoke. For now, Paige could revel in the similarities that Jennifer offered, the little twinge of melancholy nostalgia.
And Jennifer could revel in the orgasm building thanks to Paige and her tiny bit of private reverie.
Whew! I’ve been cautious to not let people think that this is a book of erotica, as the sex scenes take up a smallish portion of the book itself, but damn if they weren’t fun to write. I’ve also been told by multiple early readers that they had to stop for a bit of a masturbation break while reading.
So, to fill in some of the details from the sexy above, here’s the summary of the book right from the back cover.
We all come to a point in our lives where we finally ask the ever-looming question, “Is this all there is?” And most of us coast along afterwards, just accepting that the answer to that question is probably, “Yes, this is it.” Sometimes, though, we’re lucky. Sometimes we run into the right people at the right time.
Ryan and Jennifer are at that point in their marriage, asking that question. Luckily, tonight at a friend’s holiday party, they’re about to run into those very right people at exactly the right time. Bruce and Paige have successfully crossed the Rubicon into the realm of “what else there is.” They’ve discovered delights and a way of living that Ryan and Jennifer have only ever dreamed about.
Their secret? Bruce and Paige are swingers. And very soon now, thanks to a chance meeting and a new friendship, Ryan and Jennifer will close their eyes, clasp hands, and jump into the deep end of life, exploring the untold wonders of sexuality. Hedonistic pleasures that they can’t even fathom yet, threesomes and sex parties and a deep connection with friends and with each other. The swinging lifestyle.
Today is the day they proclaim: “There is more.” Today is the day they change their lives.
“Enough of your self congratulatory blathering, Coop? Tell me where I can buy the book!” you say, chomping at the bit which may not be proverbial.
The novel is available now and can be purchased over at ALifeLessMonogamous.com as an ebook or signed paperback, and can be pre-ordered as an audiobook at a 50% discount! It will be available from Amazon, iTunes and a plethora of other places as well, but I’d really appreciate a purchase through my site, and will give you a 10% discount on your purchase with promo code SWINGSET. Everybody wins! Except big faceless corporations. Buy from me, I definitely have a face!