by Grey, Aspen
“You two look fucking miserable,” he announced with no hesitation, his eyes mostly on Roberto.
“How observant of you!” Roberto replied, downing the entire glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. “Any more of your incredible wisdom you’d like to share with us?”
“As a matter of fact—I’m glad you asked!” Wendell replied enthusiastically, stepping past me into the living room. “You, you and me,” he said, pointing to all of us. “Are going to a fucking party tonight.”
“Wendell—”
“And not just any party!” he continued, holding up a hand. “A swingers party!”
I should have groaned and rolled my eyes—I know that—but part of me actually was interested. Wendell was always getting up to crazy things, and normally we just sat there while he explained it to us (orgies, threesomes, one-night stands and random hookups), but for some reason—and maybe it was because we’d both just lost our jobs—my ears actually perked up. When I glanced back at Roberto, I saw a similar expression on his face.
“Swingers party, eh?” he asked, getting up to refill his glass.
“Downtown,” he nodded. “Some rich guy’s place.”
“Rich guy?” I asked. “How’d you get an invite?”
“Yeah, you hippy bum!” Roberto joked as he poured himself more wine.
“Hey!” Wendell protested. “A connected hippy bum! I know people!”
“Okay, so what does someone do at a swingers party?” I asked. “Just run around and fuck everybody and anybody?”
“Nah, it’s not that wild,” Wendell shook his head. “But it’s a great way to meet people. Clothing is also optional.”
“Wow,” I replied. “That’s…pretty wild. Have you been to one of these before?”
“One?” Wendell chuckled. “You could say I’m…experienced.”
“Yes. Yes, you could say that,” Roberto replied, sipping more wine. He gave me the eye and I returned it, raising my eyebrows with a shrug.
“Tell me, Wendell,” I asked him. “Are there going to be any alphas there?”
Chapter Five
Jedrik
I don’t know who owned the condo downtown, but whoever it was, they were loaded. The place was on the top of a building that had blue lights running up the outside corners, and the “munchin” was happening in the massive modern space, with plate-glass windows that had some kind of auto-tint feature to keep the neighbors from peering in and seeing all the depravity going on within.
So far, I’d elected to keep my clothing on, but not everyone else had. There had to be at least thirty people milling about, with more coming in every few minutes. It was a good ratio of alphas and omegas, with a handful of betas thrown in there as well. Some of the guys were really good looking, and one of them, a cute little cherub fellow with golden locks and milky white skin, had been eyeing me for the last few minutes. I’d been debating heading over to say something, but was taking my time to see how the party played out and who else would be arriving.
No sense in rushing into anything just yet, I thought. There’s plenty for the pickin’
“Ain’t this great?” Eric asked from beside me, his half-mast dick slapping up against my leg.
“Hey, watch the sword, buddy,” I told him. He laughed and retreated, sipping his rum and Coke.
“Why you still all dressed up?” he asked. “Don’t you want to put the goods on display? Plenty of pretty decent ass running around this place!”
“I’m not rushing into anything,” I told him. “When I see, or smell, someone who strikes my fancy, though…”
My voice trailed off as I gazed across the room where a circle had formed around one of the low tables where an omega was going down on a burly alpha who looked like he lived in the gym and had the brains of a high school dropout. But still, he was getting his dick sucked, so more power to him.
The omega was propped up on his knees with his hole on full display to anyone who was interested, and I had to admit that seeing his slick glistening, inviting penetration, had my dick starting to rise beneath my pants.
His technique was good too. He used both hands and the alpha’s cock was covered in spit. He moved up and down, taking as much of the dick into his mouth as he could before gagging and pulling back again. He took a deep breath and swallowed the entire thing. This raised a cheer and applause from the spectators.
“Why don’t you put that thing to good use?” I asked Eric, pointing to the omega.
“Nah,” he replied. “I hate sloppy seconds.”
“Isn’t that to be expected with something like this?” I replied.
“You gotta find the one you want, get them alone and rock their world before anyone else does,” he confidently explained.
“Ahhh,” I nodded dismissively. “Well, I’m gonna continue to spectate for now.”
But just as I said that, I felt a hand on my lower back and turned to see an omega, tan and young, looking up at me with complete fuck-me eyes.
“Aren’t you a tall drink of water?” he asked me.
His cock was hard and standing straight out from his body, a tiny pearl of pre-cum ready to drip out at the slightest move. He took a step forward and slid it between my legs, brushing it against mine through my pants. I felt more blood pump into my erection as it continued to form. He smelled sweet, innocent, clean, but his actions showed me that he was anything but.
But, hey—this was a munchin, right? Why not have a little fun. No one was getting married tonight.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
“Isn’t it more fun if you don’t know?” he teased, pushing his entire body against mine. I heard Eric chuckle and slink off somewhere, leaving me alone (relatively) with the omega as he slid his hand up my shirt and pulled at the top of my pants with his fingertips.
“What do you have down there?” he asked. “Probably a lot or you wouldn’t be hiding it. Is that your thing? You’ve got such a monster down there that you don’t want to make all the other guys here feel bad?”
“Something like that,” I chuckled. After all, there was a bit of truth to what he was saying. I was hung like a horse, and as this was my first munchin, wasn’t ready to pull it out and draw a bunch of attention.
I was getting hot and bothered, and the omega (whatever his name was) pushed his hand deeper down my pants, reaching for the prize. But before he could get his fingers around my shaft, the door to the condo opened and a scent—two scents actually—spilled into my nose like a raging ocean and almost knocked me over.
My hand went to the omega’s and snatched it, blocking him from going any further.
“What is it, baby?” he asked.
“Excuse me,” I said, as gently as I could. “But I have to go.”
I pulled his hand from my pants and walked away. I heard him sigh a disappointed sigh as I went, but this was a munchin and he could easily find someone else. I moved past the random naked couples talking, an omega and beta making out by the kitchen, and heard a cheer from the blowjob group, probably indicating the alpha busting his load, and made my way back to the entrance. The scents grew stronger, sending my head spinning, and when I came around the corner and saw them—two of them—I almost fell over.
Two omegas! I thought as a previously unknown sensation came over me. As I stared at them, I recognized instantly what it was.
Fated mates. Somehow, both of these omegas were my fated mates.
Chapter Six
Perry
As I stepped into the swingers party, I’d expected to smell sweat, body odor, other odors of sex and alcohol, but instead, I was greeted with the most incredible scent I’d ever encountered in my life: salted caramel with a strength behind it I could simply not comprehend, and what blew my mind even more was that when I glanced over at Roberto, I saw that he could smell it too.
“What the…?” I muttered, unable to believe what I knew in my heart was true.
It’s the scent of my fated mate!
“It can’t be,” Roberto said softly as we were greeted by a beta wearing nothing but a bow tie and a jock strap.
“Welcome to the munchin,” he told us with a polite smile. “Please be respectful, but enjoy yourselves.”
“Oh, we will!” Wendell replied loudly as he pushed past us and marched into the fray. I stared at Roberto as our noses went into overdrive.
“Do you—”
Roberto nodded before I could finish my sentence.
“But, how can that be?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But it definitely is.”
I was too blown away to know what else to say, but that was okay. When he came around the corner and into view, I was beyond any ability to speak. All I could do was stare.
He was gorgeous. Drop dead, straight out of a magazine, gorgeous. He was easily over six feet tall, with strong muscles that showed even through his worn Henley shirt. I could tell this was a man who was good with his hands and worked for his living. Despite his dark curls, his eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to anchor me in place like a sci-fi tractor beam.
The noise from the party seemed to fade into the background, becoming a dull roar like a low bass to a soundtrack that you feel but can’t really focus on. But the alpha in front of me—he was like a symphony, played by a full orchestra, with a sweeping crescendo that swept over me like a sparkling golden wave unlike anything I had ever experienced before or even imagined in my wildest dreams. I was shaken—right down to the foundations of my being.
“Look at him,” Roberto whispered in my ear. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was feeling similar to me, and normally I would have glanced over at him for reassurance, but I couldn’t get my damned eyes off the alpha standing before us.
He wasn’t naked, which struck me as odd, as this was a swingers party after all. I could, however, see a massive bulge forming in his pants and felt my mouth begin to water.
“What is this, Roberto?” I finally asked my boyfriend as the Adonis alpha began walking down the hall towards us. Every single movement of his body was firm but graceful, like a bodybuilder who’d also been trained in dance.
My eyes traced the lines of his physique, from his bulging biceps that seemed intent on tearing out of his shirt, to the muscles of his thighs that became visible with every step, to the calluses hands that confirmed for me that this was a working man. As he grew closer, the sweet salted caramel smell took over and I felt my legs begin to weaken. Thankfully, Roberto placed his hand on my back and kept me from staggering back.
He stopped before us, and despite the intent and confidence in his eyes, I saw that he was feeling something completely unexpected—just as we were.
“My name is Jedrik,” he said simply.
Jedrik, I almost gasped. Fucking take me!
What a name! I’d never even heard of a name like Jedrik, let alone met someone named that. Guaranteed the rest of the alphas here all had normal names. The man standing before me was anything but normal. He was exceptional.
“Roberto,” my boyfriend said behind me. I felt him nudge me to introduce myself, but my lips weren’t working. “And this is Perry.”
“Roberto and Perry,” he repeated, as though he was mulling something over. “What brings you here tonight?”
I felt as though we were being tested. Like our answer was worth a million dollars and if we failed we would go home with nothing. But that scent! It was simply overpowering and I couldn’t think. My lips were like two fleshy globs attached to my face with beads of saliva beginning to pool and slip off of them. I stammered.
“We-we-we-we’re here for the p-party!”
I instantly regretted it. Not only had that come out ridiculous, but I also was basically letting him, my fated alpha mate, know that we were both here for some hedonistic sexual depravity, and that was not how I wanted to present myself to him.
“You do these things often?” he asked.
“NO!” I blurted out, not even giving his question time to linger. I reached out and clutched Roberto’s hand and squeezed as Jedrik’s intense stare bore down on us like high-powered lasers.
“Tell you what,” he said with a smile spreading across his face. “Seeing as how we’re all three of us still in our clothing, why don’t we get out of here and head back to my place?”
I heard Roberto’s breath and looked over at him. He nodded. I nodded back.
“Yes,” I said to Jedrik. “Yes, that sounds wonderful.”
Chapter Seven
Jedrik
I left Eric behind—he’d be fine. In fact, at the end of the night it would probably have been him leaving me to find my own way home anyway. It’s not like he would be in any danger at the party, and I had more important things to do.
My fated mates, I thought as I drove away from downtown and back towards my workshop. I’d never been more excited to get home than I was as I sped through the night’s traffic, Roberto and Perry both crammed into my back seat, smelling like a mixture of pure bliss and absolute heaven mixed together into an impossibly delicious smoothie.
My pants were threatening to burst, as my cock was harder than the stick shift I was holding with my right hand. The furniture business was going well—really well—and I’d rewarded myself with a brand new BMW M3. I’d seen the impressed looks on the omegas’ faces when I’d unlocked it, but their excitement then was nothing compared to what I had in store for them.
Wait until they see this, I thought, adjusting my erection to make driving a little more comfortable.
“Got a problem up there?” I heard Roberto ask slyly. Perry giggled and leaned forward, wafting more of his scent into my nose.
“Yeah, you got a problem up there?” he asked. I felt his hand on my forearm and had to force myself to keep my eyes on the road as some old man in a white truck put his blinker on and started to merge terribly in front of me.
“I’ve got a bit of a situation,” I replied with a grin. “As you can see.”
I indicated to the bulge in my pants with a slight nod, and out of the corner of my eye, saw Perry’s eyes shift down and a little noise, like an excited groan, rumbled out of his chest.
It was like the world itself warmed as his hand slid down the length of my forearm and then found its way to my thigh. I felt an intense, sexual urge begin to overwhelm my senses, as though my primal side was taking hold and leaving no room in my mind for anything else.
Roberto’s scent engulfed me as he pressed up against the back of my seat and wrapped his arms around me, caressing my chest with his fingertips as Perry reached down and undid the top button of my pants.
“You’re going to make me crash,” I whispered as he pulled down my zipper.
“You just focus on driving,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear and causing me to shiver. “Let me do the rest.”
“He’s very skilled,” Roberto told me. “Trust me.”
That turned me on—the thought of these two sexy omegas getting it on together—blowing and fucking, indulging in each other because they had no alpha to really take care of them the way they should be taken care of. Well, now that wasn’t the case. Now I was here.
I scooted forward in the driver’s seat, allowing Perry to tug my pants down. He slid his fingers beneath my boxers and I felt my cock twitch as he pulled it out and let it free.
“WOW!” he exclaimed as he laid eyes on it.
“Holy fuck,” Roberto added. “What the fuck is that?”
“Is—is it real?” Perry asked, semi-joking. He reached out and grabbed it, his tiny hand barely even covering a fraction of it, looked back at Roberto and giggled, his cheeks red as cherry tomatoes.
“A bit more than you were expecting, eh?” Roberto teased him.
“Of course you have a monster cock,” Perry told me as he began to stroke it, his hands as soft as butter. I wanted to pull the car over and fuck them both on the side of the freeway—but I also didn’t want to get arrested, so
I did my best to focus on the road as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around the tip of my dick.
“Shit,” I growled, tightening my hands around the steering wheel as Perry began to suck me. His mouth was wet, wet like a hole dripping with slick, and the warmth surged through me, causing my hips to buck up and drive my shaft deeper into his mouth.
He coughed and immediately recoiled and stared at me with blurry eyes.
“Oh my God, you could kill me with this thing!”
“What’s the matter, babe?” Roberto teased, sliding a hand up my shirt and caressing my left nipple. “That thing too much for you?”
“You want to try it?” Perry asked, obviously kidding. He started to go back down on me, but Roberto, apparently always up for a challenge, took his boyfriend’s comment seriously, let go of me, and scrambled over the console and into the front seat. If anybody else had done that I would have scolded them—told them to watch out for wrecking my car—but Roberto wasn’t just anybody.
Perry made room for him, shifting to the side as Roberto stuffed himself into the passenger seat and took a much more aggressive position as he set himself up to service me. Our exit was coming up, and I shifted into the right lane just as he settled his mouth down around the tip of my cock.
“Ungh,” I groaned as he pressed down, taking as much of me into his throat as he could. It was more than Perry had been able to get, but it still wasn’t more than half. He gagged and Perry laughed.
“See, babe? It’s not that easy!”
Undeterred, Roberto kept his mouth down, pushed back his gag reflex and kept going. His throat was tight, like that first push into a tight virgin hole, but after a moment I felt it slip past the sticking point and go down deeper. I whipped the car onto the exit ramp as he took more of me down his throat and a surge of pleasure ran through me.