Daughter swapping

[sail away]

OOC:
To set the seen, this RP takes place in a city where there is small sub-culture of swinging families. Just regular people living life to its fullest and that includes sexually. These families are bankers, teachers etc,. One of the ‘games’ they play is daughter (or wife) swapping. Fun is had by all, because with swinging/swapping they share different sexual experiences. Although some ‘swappies’ are more apprehensive then others about being sent to live with a man she hardly knows. The swap usually lasts for a weekend, although, once a girl scored a two week vacation to the Bahamas when she was swapped last year.

The Johnson’s, Sandy and Jim, have had a stimulating sexual life ever since they met in high school and they haven’t stopped. They’ve been open and swapping since they got married. Now their daughter is of age she has an interest ‘play’.

The dads arrange the swap, usually over a golf or poker game.

As this thread opens there are two players: Sail Away, who plays Jim Johnson; and lizzbeth who plays a daughter being swapped to Jim. Jim’s daughter and lizzbeth’s dad do not exist in the thread because there are no takers for those parts. A bit confusing.

Other players may be included, but please PM Sail Away first.
Jim is a math teacher and lizzbeth is in his calculus class.

IC:
As this thread opens four middle aged men are sitting around a small table playing poker. They are at Frank’s house. Lizzbeth is Frank’s daughter. The talk shifts from football to work to politics and eventually turns to daughter swapping.

Frank is not doing well in the poker game, and Jim sees a possible opportunity. Jim turns to Frank and says in a suggestive tone, “Frank…you’ve got a honey! When you gona swap her?” Frank break’s his concentration from his cards and replies in a hesitant tone, “Ummm…we’ve been talking about it.” After a pause Frank continues, “Umm…why do you ask?” Jim replies nonchalantly, “Well…I whan’a fuck your honey!” Jim continues, “How about a daughter swap? My girl for your’s?” Frank seems to be in thought, still looking at his cards. Jim throws some chips in the pot and says to Frank, “Your hundred and I’ll raise you hundred.” Frank is out of chips. There is a pause, then Frank speaks up, “How much is it worth to you?” The room becomes quiet and everyone looks at Frank. He continues, “I’ll though in a swap for a hundred in chips!” Jim smiles slyly and says, “You’re on…I call.” They look at the cards. Jim smiles slyly again…he won!

 

[lizzbeth]

Amelia held up the silver necklace and span it around. It was just a simple thin silver chain with a plain heart-shaped locket hanging from it. She chewed on her lip as she looked at it. It made her heart beat faster, a feeling of mingled excitement and fear. Her mother had one, she knew, and so did Issy, her best friend. All the women in the ‘Club’ had one. There was a key that went with it. It would fit the small keyhole in the centre of the heart.

Amelia had known what the heart lockets and their keys meant for years. The first time she got a hint that there was something more to them was the night she had snuck downstairs while her parents and their friends had been having a dinner party. All the men had dropped their keys into a pot and then, one by one picked out a new one. Then the women had lined up and they had tried the key in each locket until they found the one it had unlocked. When at last there came a ‘click’ and the locket opened, they had led off the woman to a different room. When she had seen her mother led away by one of her ‘friends’, she had crept to the room where they had gone. Through the keyhole she had watched as her mother knelt before the strange man. It was the first time she had ever seen two people having sex.

It had been another year and a half before she had worked up the courage to ask about the club, and she had been most shocked by the frank and unembarrassed way they had explained it. Issy had laughed at her when she had confided the secret to her in hushed tones. She has already known for a year before then. Amelia should have known, Issy’s parents where in the ‘club’ as well.

Amelia had got used to her mother’s weekends away, the women who visited her dad and the occasional parties they hosted. She had even been curious enough to ask her mother about it a few times. Then, two years later, she had another shock when she noticed Issy wearing a locket around her neck. Issy was almost a year older than Amelia, and had just turned 18. The idea that someone her own age could be in her parents’ club, maybe having sex with men her father’s age had at first horrified Amelia. Then more she had thought about it the more the fascination had grown into something like excitement. It was much easier to ask Issy about what went on that with her mother. So over the past year Amelia had heard a lot of things. Particularly sensational had been Issy’s stories about the doctor who had taken her to the Bahamas.

Amelia had turned 18 a little over a month ago. Issy had done nothing but pester her to join the club for six months. It had been a few days after her birthday that Millie had worked up the courage to ask her parents whether she could join. She had done it over breakfast one day, before school. For once she had been the one to shock her parents. Mum had asked her if she was sure and if she wanted to think about it. Dad had seemed more reluctant, and had done nothing but stall her and try to persuade her she was too young. Something had changed three weeks later, when Dad had given her a gift in a small jewellery box. Just opening it to see the glitter of a silver heart had made her real heart skip a beat.

The next day Dad had told her that he had arranged her first ‘swap’. She did not think it would be so soon, but now she knew that somewhere there was a man she didn’t even know who had the key to her locket and that on Friday night he would take her home and spend the weekend having sex with her. “Oh wow…” she muttered to herself as she watched the silver heart spin.

 

[sail away]

Jim got home, well after mid-night, from the poker game. He saw a light in his daughter Issy’s room and he assumed that she was up late texting to girlfriends and such as young girls do. Jim tried to be quiet not to wake up his wife, but Issy ran out of her bedroom…wearing only her locket… squealing with joy! Jim had taken her ‘key’ before going to the poker party and Issy waited all night in anticipation, wondering who she would be traded for. “Daddy! Who do I get traded for tell me tell me!”, she squealed! Yes, our little Issy loves to play this game of being traded. I took her naked body in my arms and placed my hands on her firm ass and said, “Well…we’re doing it a bit differently this time. We’ll tell the day before, just to keep the suspension going.”, I said with a sly smile. Issy gave me a pout, but she liked to play sexy games and didn’t argue. She then gave me a French kiss and I returned it. Our tungs intertwined and I squeezed her firm ass. I moved my hands over her ass and felt the bud of her favorite anal plug that I had given her for her birthday. She then wiggled her ass. She then broke the kiss and said in a childlike mocking tone, “Mommy said that if I’m a good girl I can stay up late to let you sodomize me when you get home!” We walked to Issy’s bed and I did just that!

I had finally gotten to bed after 2am the night before, so I had a huge hangover the next day at work. But it was wearth it when I saw Amelia non-shelontly walk in to class and take her seat. At the same time I slipped my hand in my pocket and fumbled with my key ring…which now had her locket key added to it! I smiled at Amelia and said, “Amelia…would you please come to the board and show the class how to integrate problem number 69 from last week’s homework?” I stood…jangling my keys.

 

[lizzbeth]

Amelia wore the locket under her clothes to school the next morning. She could feel it against her skin, nestled between her breasts. "When will I find out who it is?" she had asked her father that morning, her curiosity overwhelming her. He has smiled "Don't rush it, honey." he had replied. "Half the fun is wondering." They had hugged and she had left. She had been driving herself to school for a year now so she had time alone to think. She let her imagination runaway with her. How old would he be? Would he be black or white? Tall or short?

She started to play a game with herself. Each man she saw, she imagined he had her key. As she was stopped at traffic lights she saw a shopkeeper lifting the shutters. He was middle-aged, balding and had a paunch, wearing a shabby suit. 'On Friday night I'll suck his cock' she said to herself. The thought made her shiver. A jogger moved past her as she neared the school. Wearing a tshirt and lycra shorts, he was tall, with salt and pepper hair and lean. She imagined him sweating and straining over her, imagined the weight of him between her thighs. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts before she concentrated on the road again.

At school, she looked out for Issy. However, her best friend was sitting across the hall wearing dark glasses and staring into space, which told her she had had a late night yesterday. She wondered if she had been on a swap. 'She's not sociable when she is tired' she though to herself and resolved to wait until that afternoon to gossip about her new locket.

The first lesson of the day was maths. By then she had forgotten her game and was desperately running through the homework problems in her head. She had been distracted at the weekend and hadn't learned them well enough. “Amelia…would you please come to the board and show the class how to integrate problem number 69 from last week’s homework?”

Millie was caught off guard and blinked. "Ahmm..." she flicked through her book, "Okay..." she stepped up and walked to the board. Picking up the whiteboard pen, she made an attempt she was pretty sure was way off. "Is that it?" she asked uncertainly.

 

[sail away]

I had to smile when I saw the shocked look on Amelia’s face when I asked her to do the problem on the board. I had decided to get as much ‘mileage’ out of her as I could during the week without tipping my hand and letting her know that she was swapped with me. As Amelia struggled with the problem on the board, I glanced at the hem of her short skirt as it rose and fell while she wrote on the board, and apparently so did the boys in class! I wondered if she wore panties. Issy often went without them. In fact one day she came home from school she said, with a grin on her face, that the wind flipped up her skirt exposing her pussy while she was walking past the football team! “Did you fuck them!”, I asked slyly. “Not all of them yet, daddy.”, she replied with a grin.

Amelia seemed to be having trouble with the calculus problem. I let her finish until she looked at me and said, timidly, “Is that right?”

“Your close.”, I replied. Then I turned to the class and said, “Who can tell Amelia how to come up with the result?” Issy, whom was sitting in the back of the classroom with her dark shades on and looking asleep said in a confident tone, “She forgot to bring the constant out of the integral.” Then she sifted in her seat and grimaced as if to find a more comfortable spot. After all that ass fucking and caning I did to her ass last night, I was surprised that she could sit at all!

“Yes, that’s right!”, I walked up to Amelia, picked up a pen and finished the problem. As I was standing close to Amelia I took a discreet look down her loosely buttoned blouse and could see most of her budding breasts, and the locket to which I had the key.

“Thank you Amelia.”, I said. But as she turned to walk back to her set I said, “Amelia, I’m sure you know that there is a dress code here at school. Would you please button up your blouse?” The class brock out in sly giggling!