by Jessie Dame
The party itself didn’t take place until Friday, the fifth night she’d be staying with them. As much as she’d assumed the two ran everything, it turned out the party would be held at a famous club by a CEO rather than the Billionaire Best Friends at their penthouse.
“Thomas Hunt? You’ve really never heard of him? Well, that’s okay. We both got plus ones, so we knew one of us definitely had to bring you.”
“Elizabeth Smith is my date,” Ethan offered. “She’s a paralegal from work.”
“Barely goes out, she’s so focused on work,” James nodded. “I’m sure she just about died when Ethan asked her.”
The party didn’t start until nine, but Ethan and James wanted to be there by eight o’clock sharp.
“It’s the time to mingle,” Ethan explained. “Fashionably late ended when the ball dropped in 1999. Now, one can never be too early.”
“Though we still like to keep it to one hour, if we can,” James agreed.
They took the limo again. When Aubrey came out in her dress, James audibly gasped while Ethan smirked and raised a glass to her. On the ride over, though, the boys could tell she was nervous. They tried to encourage her to drink, but the last thing she wanted was to get drunk and embarrass them around their people. No, she’d leave the drinking for later, thanks.
A valet was stationed at the doors, but their driver simply left with the instructions to be on call until midnight. After that, the boys both agreed they’d better be too drunk to care about taking a taxi home if they missed the time.
Ethan told them to go on at the door that he was waiting for Elizabeth. A man asked them for invitations just a few feet in, and Aubrey could tell James was both surprised and insulted to actually be asked. Once the man stopped looking at Aubrey, though, he realized he recognized James and awkwardly ushered them both inside.
“We haven’t even gotten inside and they already can’t take their eyes off you,” James winked. Aubrey blushed.
If Aubrey was honest with herself, she already knew this “grand party” would be something she never expected – could never imagine. But it still didn’t stop her from freezing in the entrance once they ascended the staircase, eyes wide as she took it all in.
A live orchestra was playing in the back, framed against a giant wall of a window that looked out over all of Manhattan. The skyscrapers glinted in the distance against the sunset, making the buildings appear gold and silver in the vanishing light. Numerous people, all dressed to the nines in their regal gowns and suits, were dancing the same step to the music.
“Well?” James asked, “Didn’t I say this was worth it?”
He pulled Aubrey out on the dance floor, whisking her around in a similar dance to the crowd. Every time Aubrey tried to follow it, James mixed her up, leading her this way and that. “Stop sweating the details,” he finally whispered when she tried a third time. “Just follow my lead.”
Ethan joined them some time later with a petite redhead on his arm who seemed anything but relaxed. “Elizabeth,” Ethan introduced them, “This is Aubrey.” They shook hands, and it wasn’t long after that Ethan led her away.
“He’s trying to set her up with a guy from our firm,” James admitted. “He’s going to make introductions now. See? That’s him, over there. Alexander Tully.”
Aubrey tried to look, but then James was leading her out to dance again, and she found that she really didn’t care who this Tully was. She was having fun just knowing James and Ethan.
By midnight, Ethan had barely placed the call to the driver in time. Realistically, Aubrey was sure they could’ve called him at one in the morning and still gotten a ride, but it seemed the men’s considerate behavior didn’t stop with her.
They practically fell into the penthouse – Ethan, with his tie undone; James, with his shirt unbuttoned and his shoes unlaced; and Aubrey, with her hair a mess and her bare feet wondering just where her shoes had gone.
Once inside, James finally kicked off his shoes and grabbed Aubrey once more, twirling her into the living room where she knocked into the couch and fell backwards onto it, laughing. James collapsed on top of her outstretched legs and joined in, his wheezing chuckle a compliment to her high giggles.
When she finally wiggled out from underneath him, she fell against his side, clinging to his shoulder for breath. James himself let out a final huff of laughter, and fell back against the couch cushions. Glancing down at her, he sighed, and kissed her forehead. Aubrey sat up a little, and kissed him on the lips.
That was all it took for James to cup her face and kiss her properly, all tongue and no teeth. Aubrey moaned, and reached up to grab a handful of his slicked back hair. It felt wet in her hands, but she held on and twisted it around her fingers. James growled, and pushed forward, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Aubrey felt hands on her shoulders, and she realized Ethan was sitting behind her on the oversized armrest, his legs open around her waist. He was giving her a massage, working out the small bits of stress still in her muscles, and kissed her neck.
“You were so impressive,” he told her. “A vision.” he gently bit into her shoulder and immediately started licking it. “Everyone wanted to know who you were, or where you were from.”
James broke away for a moment to whisper, “The angel in green, someone called you,” against her lips.
“Our angel in green,” Ethan mumbled, and he moved his hands over her shoulders to dip into her dress, taking his massage elsewhere. Aubrey bit James’ lips absently, darting her tongue in and around his mouth. Ethan used his position to his advantage and unzipped her dress from the back, squeezing her breasts with renewed interest as the expensive fabric fell away to reveal them.
“Aubrey,” Ethan said, and he tugged on her chin to turn her his way. James relented and broke the kiss, turning his attention to the ass Aubrey presented as she faced Ethan. The dress was pooling at her hips – her huge, beautiful hips. James gripped her love handles and pressed his face up against her neck, just imagining. Reliving all the things he’d already done, and all the things he still wanted to do to her.
Ethan held her breast together, just feeling them there, and Aubrey moved to hold them up for him. His nostrils flared as he let them go and stared at her, presenting them to him. He undid his pants, pushing the cashmere out the way so he could move his penis out from under its confines. He was hard, precum already beginning to pool at the tip, and he leaned forward, pressing his dick in between her breasts.
It disappeared with the slightest pressure, and he moaned from the sight. Just the head was still visible, leaking onto her breasts. Aubrey and Ethan had done this before, so she started moving, picking her breasts up and down, and Ethan closed his eyes.
James had one hand holding up her dress, and the other fisting his dick, pleasuring himself to the sight of her. He’d called her ass a peach before, in jest, but looking at it now, he couldn’t think of a more perfect description. He bent forward, and bit her on the cheek, making her jump. She was so sensitive, so responsive – he loved it.
Ethan reached out a hand and cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. He watched her, eyes half-lidded, and popped the thumb into her mouth. “Suck it,” he begged, his voice hoarse. Aubrey closed her eyes and imagined it was his dick, swirling it around with her tongue and sucking the tip as she moved her head slightly up and down.
James gently pushed Aubrey forward, silently asking her to arch her back and get on her knees. She had to prop her elbows on Ethan’s lap, who smiled at the change, so she continued, hoping she wasn’t digging into his thighs as she moved.
James got on his stomach and slid under Aubrey, surprising her when he licked her opening. Ethan and James had eaten her out plenty of times before, but from underneath. She gasped as he suddenly darted his tongue inside, thumbing her clit at the same time.
Ethan removed his hand and said, “Lick it.” Aubrey could only guess he meant the tip of his dick, so she bent her head, all while
keeping his dick nestled between her breasts as she moved them up and down. The precum was thick, but she ignored it, using it as lube as she properly got the head in her mouth and spun her tongue around it. Ethan gripped her hair and breathed heavily, calming himself. He didn’t want it to be over yet.
James scooted back out from under her, stepping out of his pants to better spread his legs and balance himself on his knees. He slowly brought his hands up to her ass, then quickly slapped them at the last minute, making them jiggle. Lining his dick up with her vagina, he entered her, not stopping until he was balls-deep in her slick warmth.
Aubrey let her eyes fall shut, her mouth going slack for a moment as she felt James. Ethan realized what was happening and lifted her face up to kiss her forehead. He smiled, and then batted her hands away, gripping her breasts himself. He sat like that, just squeezing them for a moment, before he turned them inward so her nipples were rubbing against his shaft. They were a rosy pink, blushing from all the excitement. Ethan kept them there, and started moving them up and down again.
James rested against Aubrey’s back, going in and out of her at a pace so quick he was making her rock on her knees. He had an arm reaching over her stomach, his hand playing with her clit as he moved to reach his own climax. Ethan was moving her breasts with snaps of his arms, leaving Aubrey to stabilize herself by clutching onto his thighs.
James came first, but he kept rocking, kept moving his fingers faster and faster until he moved them just right and Aubrey visibly shook from the force of her release. James slowed down, but kept up the pressure through her orgasm, and only stopped when she stilled.
Ethan came in the middle of Aubrey’s, grunting as his dick disappeared and then reappeared while he moved her breasts, the cum catching in between them.
All three slept on the couch that night.
“You have to visit,” James rubbed her back as he hugged her goodbye.
It was just like Aubrey had imagined. The party had happened in a week, but she magically hadn’t been able to return until today, more than a month later. Funny how that kind of stuff happened around Ethan and James.
“You’ll have to call us,” Ethan told her, giving her a hug of his own.
“Definitely,” Aubrey hugged back.
The dress had been, sadly, ruined. But it seems the boys had been given the foresight to kick their pants out of the way, because their suits were fine. They’d made it up to her, though – the seamstress had sent over ten new dresses, and of course the boys had said she had to wear them out, so that led to ten new parties they just “had to attend.” Hence, the month-long stay.
“You should visit, too,” Aubrey told them. “That town’s pretty boring without the Billionaire Best Friends.”
“Oh god, do they still call us that?” James scowled.
Aubrey just laughed, giving a final wave goodbye, and turned to leave. She thought she was hearing things when two sets of footsteps sounded behind her, but then James looped an arm around her shoulder, and she realized she wasn’t crazy – just stupid.
“You can’t come back with me,” she said, but didn’t even try to throw him off. Ethan shrugged to her right.
“Mom’s been begging me to visit more often, anyway.”
“Yeah, and now there’s actually something to do in that small town!” James half-hugged her with his arm.
“Libraries. Who knows?” Ethan gave her a sidelong smirk, and they boarded the plane together.
Swinging With Friends
It was a pretty average evening when Ryan and I decided to fuck other people. I suppose you’re wondering what happened, right?
We were curled up on the sofa after dinner, under a pile of blankets, with our cat dozing a few feet away in front of the fire. It was one of those perfect tableaus that I’d always imagined would happen after I got married- silent, but peaceful, not awkward. I glanced up at my husband. He was six feet tall, with dark brown eyes and hair to match. I smiled at him. This was how it was meant to be.
We had some sitcom on Netflix neither of us was really paying attention to. It was just something there to pass the time and let us both zone out after long days together. My ears tuned in long enough to hear a dumb, throwaway joke about swinging.
I tilted my head towards Ryan. “Hey, can you imagine if we did that?”
“Did what?” he replied, resting his chin on my head.
“Swung. Or swinging. Or whatever!”
“What? Like, if had a whole bunch of people round here for an orgy?” he replied, a laugh in his voice. “Yeah, I can picture it right now. The Johnsons screwing over the kitchen islands while Ian and Paula sixty-nine on the carpet…”
I playfully smacked his arm. “Don’t be vulgar!”
“You were the one who brought it up,” he replied, shrugging.
There was a moment of silence between us.
“Do you think it’s something you might… actually want?” I heard my timid voice broaching the subject, much to my surprise. Sure, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t at least thought about it before, but here I was, suggesting a full-on orgy to my husband? Still, there was a big part of me that was praying he would say yes to my crazy idea.
Ryan paused, his brain ticking. “I mean, I don’t know. Where would we find the people to swing with, to start?”
“Katie and her husband do it,” I jumped in quickly, remembering a conversation with Katie that had seemed scandalous to me at the time, but made perfect sense now that the subject was hovering between me and Ryan.
“Really?” Ryan frowned. “I wouldn’t have pegged them for… well, I suppose you can never tell who’s doing it and who isn’t, right?”
“Precisely.”
“So… we could be good and discreet about it, and no one would have to know?” Ryan said, softly. Wait, was he actually on board with this idea?
“Is this something that you’re into?” I asked, turning to face my husband.
“I mean, I guess I’ve always been curious to see what it would be like. It just seems like it would be a lot of fun, you know?” Ryan answered, looking at me searchingly. “Why, is this something that you’d want to do?”
“Yes!” I blurted, before I had a chance to stop myself, making us both laugh with my unexpected enthusiasm.
“Well, if it’s something that you’re into and it’s something that I’m into, do you think we should give this thing a go?” Ryan asked, simply. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My straight-laced, smart, funny, handsome husband was quite reasonably discussing fulfilling one of my most long-standing fantasies?
“I think we should.” I replied.
“I think we should host our own party, here, if that’s okay with you. I’d be more comfortable doing it in the comfort of my own home, knowing I have control over who’s allowed in and who’s not, you know?” Ryan nodded.
My head spun. “Yeah, I’ll put up some ads online and scout out some suitable-sounding couples. Is there anyone from your work you’d want to invite along?”
Ryan laughed that easy laugh. “I don’t think so. They’re all a bit square to want to join in with something like this, don’t you think?”
“Ah, you never know… maybe some of them are sexual deviants and you just haven’t figured it out yet!” I giggled, elbowing him in the ribs. He ducked away from my onslaught.
“Whatever, I think we should stick to people who we know are into this stuff, for certain, I wouldn’t want to freak anyone out or make anyone uncomfortable- or have anyone think any less of either of us for this. You know how judgmental people are.”
“That’s true,” I agreed, “Can I invite Katie and her husband? We know for sure that they do it.”
“I’m going to trust you with the guest list, provided I can act as a bouncer on the night and check out anyone who I think might be a problem. Deal?”
“Deal,” I giggled, extending my hand so he could shake it. Instead, Ryan pushed my hand aside and kissed me, his mouth hard and p
robing and hungry. I felt a shiver go down my spine. If this is how he felt just talking about it, how would he feel when we actually got down to business?
Over the next few days, I placed calls, I displayed discreet ads, and I did everything I could to pull this swinging party together. I consulted websites to figure out the best hosting etiquette-provide condoms, snacks, and drink, but little to no alcohol to keep everyone safe. That all sounded pretty straightforward. I spent all the hours I wasn’t at work on the phone to prospective guests, vetting out their suitability, their cleanliness, and how much my husband would like them. In the end, we wound up with three couples, plus me and Ryan- and yes, Katie and her husband Brad agreed to guide us through our first swinging experience.
When Saturday night came, I sat in our living room with Ryan, nervously re-arranging plates of food and bottles of lube. I was dressed to the nines, and I knew that I was looking fine-damn fine, in fact, in my navy shift dress and kitten heels. Ryan was there too, in a smart shirt and jeans. He looked hot. I knew that I wanted to fuck him, and I surmised that meant that someone else would want to fuck him too. How did I feel about that? I guessed I wouldn’t know until it actually happened, but the thought of it sent a thrill of arousal up my spine. I purred inwardly, ready for anything that the night would hold.
There was a buzz at the door, and both I and Ryan leapt out of our seats to attend to it.
“You sit down, I’ve got it!” Ryan playfully scolded me, slapping me on the butt as he hurried through to the hallway. I heard the door open, and a commotion of voices outside; that couldn’t just be one of the couples, that had to be at least a few of them.
When Ryan reentered the living room, he was followed by two of the couples I’ve found through my personal ads online- and they fitted their description very well. I was a little worried that they would have fibbed about their age and sent rather misleading (if flattering) pictures, but it was alright on the night- they were all gorgeous. There was Yvonne and Robert, a couple slightly older than us- she was petite, with a deliciously curvy figure I could already see my husband loving, and he was handsome in an old-fashioned way- with a strong jaw and bright eyes that seemed to flash with amusement whenever he looked around the room. The other couple was much younger, in their early twenties- Lucy and Caleb. She was tall, with large breasts and wide hips and striking pale green eyes, and he was as tall as my husband, slim, and dressed up in a suit. Both couples were more than I could have hoped for.