by Jessie Dame
“Can I… get anyone anything?” I asked, breaking the silence that had formed between us as everyone eyed each other up.
Caleb looked me up and down, shamelessly, and a little shiver of anticipation went through my entire body. His eyes met with mine meaningfully, but before he could open his mouth, the doorbell went again.
“I’ll get it!” I practically screeched, hurrying through to the source of the sound. I was glad that Katy and Brad would be there. It was a relief to know that I would have someone who I knew, and someone with a bit of experience here to help move things along.
And move things along she certainly did. As soon as I had the door open, Katie’s face opened into a face-cracking grin, and she moved towards me and pressed her lips against mine. What was meant to be a flirtatious hello kiss turned into a long, open-mouthed enjoyment of each other; my arms still around her waist, I guided Katie through to the living room. I was glad someone had made the first move.
I felt the atmosphere in the room tighten as we walked in, tongues hungrily tasting each other in a prolonged make-out session. I heard a rustling, a movement, as everyone around me found someone to be intimate with, someone to kiss and touch and hold. I felt the hair at the back of my neck being gently pushed away, and a warm mouth just beneath my ear; my knees buckled and Katie had to catch me to stop me from falling, giggling a delicious giggle as she did so. I was sure it was Caleb kissing me, and even this- being touched and felt by two people who weren’t my husband, while my husband went and did god knows what to someone else- was enough to make my pussy feel a whole lot wetter than normal.
I eventually pulled back from Katie, giddy, and looked around the room; Ryan and Yvonne were laying on the couch, tonguing each other deeply as her hands slid down his waist and towards his trousers. Robert had Lucy on his lap in the loveseat, his hands working quickly over her pert breasts, while Brad leaned in to kiss her deeply. The sight was electric; enough to set anyone into a frenzy of seduction. Ryan briefly opened his eyes, and looked at me; his look was concerned, checking that everything was okay, wondering why I’d stopped. I nodded at him, smiling widely, and turned around to pay Caleb some attention.
I looked directly into his blue eyes, and kissed him. He grabbed me by the waist, pressing his whole body into mine, and I felt his erection, just as surely as I felt Katie’s hands on my hips and my waist and my back- I was glad that this wasn’t my first time with a woman, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to expect. Her hands were busy, reaching up my skirt and slipping their way beneath my underwear, finally giving some relief to my aching clit. The sensation of her hands on my pussy while Caleb kissed me, hungry, was almost enough to push me over the edge right there and then as it was. I moaned loudly into Caleb’s mouth, and it was as if I’d opened a floodgate, suddenly, everyone who had been trying to be quiet allowed their arousal to show in the quiet room, filling it with gasps, moans, and groans. The sound was incredible.
I pulled back from Caleb for a moment, breathing heavy, feeling Katie’s hand still in my panties as she waited to see what was going to happen next. Katie had promised to help guide me through this evening, but I knew she was letting me set the pace here, and I loved it.
“Caleb,” I breathed, my tone playful, “I really need you to fuck me right now.”
It was one of the truest things I had ever said. I really did need to feel him inside me, to feel his thick erection stretching me open. I glanced around to Ryan, who grinned his approval at me from between Yvonne’s legs where he had taken up residence without me even noticing. I gaped for a moment as he slowly lowered his head back down to her pussy, knowing the exact moves he was using on her to make her squirm like that. On the loveseat, Brad and Robert were slowly starting to undress Lucy, her body covered in hands and mouths and tongues. She looked like she was about to pass out from the pleasure.
Caleb looked at me, amused. “Of course, you are the hostess, after all.”
“With the most-EST.” I giggled, allowing him to maneuver me around so that he could peel my dress off. Katie appeared beside me, kissing me gently on the cheek.
“Hey, do you think it would be okay if he fucked me too?” she asked, directing the question at me, but tacitly letting Caleb on to the decision.
“I think so,” I replied, “Caleb, would you…?”
“Yes.” He answered, in a surprised but delighted syllable. Smiling, Katie began to undo the tied straps of her dress, sliding out of it to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything. I looked at her naked body appreciatively; since Ryan, I hadn’t had much of a chance to really indulge the bi-curious side of me. She held out her hand to me and guided me onto the floor, so we were lying side by side, stark naked for everyone in the room to see. The thought of sharing a cock with another woman, let alone having my husband watch me do it, had me squirming again; the excitement and newness had almost been enough to make me forget how turned on I was, but now that feeling was back with a vengeance.
Hastily unbuckling is jeans and sheathing himself, Caleb knelt in front of us both, seemingly having a hard time knowing where to start; I couldn’t blame him, the sight must have been too much to take. Eventually, though, he slid his fingers into Katie as he used his other hand to part my legs, pull up my hips, and position his cock at the tip of my pussy. I looked up at him and bit my lip; I was aware of Brad, Robert and Lucy next to us, her on her knees, servicing them both with her mouth, at her mercy. And I could hear the familiar moans and groans of my husband having sex, hear the wet thrusting noise as the man I was married to pounded the pussy of a woman he’d only met earlier this evening. I shuddered once again, praying that my own fucking would start soon.
And just like that, he entered me; thrusting in one hard motion so he filled me up. I cried out, shocked at the newness of his cock, and that motion alone had me teetering on the brink of an orgasm. He began to thrust, and I became aware of Katie’s voice next to me, asking me questions.
“How does his cock feel, Anna?”
“It feels… good,” it was all I could manage at that stage.
“Is it big?”
“Yes, it’s big.”
“Is it stretching that tight little pussy of yours wide open?” her voice was low and husky by this point.
“Yes!” her dirty talk, combined with the delicious pressure of his dick, and was bringing me closer and closer.
“I wish I could see him fucking you, but looking at your face right now is enough… are you going to come? Are you going to come around his big fat cock?”
I yelped in surprise as an orgasm ripped through me, exploding across my entire body and practically setting me on fire. As soon as my pussy had finished contracting around his dick, Caleb withdrew, replacing it with his deft fingers and giving Katie her fair share.
I was glad of the rest- I was able to fully take in the ridiculously hot scenes that were unfolding around me. On the couch, Ryan and Yvonne were screwing, with her on top of him, circling her hips slowly in a way that I could never get right- Ryan was running his hands over her body, up her waists and over her hips, staring at her with pure lust. It was a look that I usually wanted reserved for me, but seeing him direct it at this sexy older woman was fine by me. To my right, Lucy was on her hands and knees, hungrily sucking on Robert’s cock as Brad railed her from behind; it was hard and fast, a stark contrast to the sensual screwing going on next to me. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and lusty, the only sounds, occasional moans and sighs and whispered commands. It was exactly what I had wanted from the night. But I could tell that things were nearing their close; people were breathing faster, their moans more insistent than usual. An eight-person simultaneous orgasm… now that’s quite a feat to be proud of.
I watched Katie as Caleb slid himself in and out of her pussy, watched her hand as it slid down to toy with her clit, watched her face as she came, hard, around him. Caleb looked at me again.
“Can I finish in you, Anna?”
“Of cours
e,” I smiled indulgently. After all, I wanted to be a good hostess. I felt him push into me again, this time harder and with more purpose; it didn’t take long till his face was screwed up, his fingers pumping in to Katie hard. He let out a loud gasp as he came, pushing himself as far into me as he could manage. I groaned, and looked at Ryan, who was staring intently at me; and apparently the sight of his wife having some guy finish in her was enough to tip him over the edge too. The room descended into a dozy, exhausted, naked heap for a moment, waiting for everyone to catch their breath back. Then, Katie spoke, almost shyly;
“Same time next week?”
A week had passed since our first foray into swinging. Ryan and I had spent the whole time exchanging secret looks and giggles and smiles. Everything in our apartment felt like it held some kind of naughty allure now; the couch where he had fucked Yvonne, the carpet where he’d watched Caleb finger me while a horny threesome went on next to us both. This was definitely a new stage in our relationship, and I was so totally down with it.
After much discussion, we decided to keep our fuck-parties to once a month, and whenever we felt like we needed a little bit more excitement in our lives, we would invite one of our new couple friends over for a date night. We’d cook them a romantic dinner, we’d let them enjoy a nice night in, and we would see where the evening would take us all. No pressure. Just like dating. I thought it was a completely novel idea, and I had never really considered dating a couple before, but the thought of it was enough to get me feeling all fluttery on the inside. After all, marriage was amazing, but getting a chance to relive the thrill of the chase was something else entirely.
So we rang up Katie and Brad. While I had thoroughly enjoyed my time with Caleb, I knew that I wanted to explore a little more with my friend and her husband. Something about them felt especially safe and welcoming. Ryan had spent a long time detailing exactly how he’d felt when he saw Katie fingering me at our group session last weekend.
So we organized a dinner date with Katie and Brad. We cooked a heavenly light pasta carbonara, got in a couple of bottles of good wine (better than the five-dollar bottles we usually drank, anyway), and got all dressed up, ready for what would be the first “first date” either of us had had in years. I could tell that Ryan was excited; he kept wandering round the table, resetting plates and adjusting cutlery so it sat symmetrically. He was so cute when he was nervous; I couldn’t help but wonder if this is what he was like before our first date. Then again, I reasoned with myself, our first date didn’t come after I’d watched someone else fuck him.
I put some effort into what I was wearing; a sleek black dress that skimmed across my body, with wine-red lipstick and my dark hair loose across my breasts. Ryan had even managed a tie. It was clear we were both trying to make a good impression, even though these two had already put out. I giggled at the thought.
By the time Katie and Brad arrived, it was dark outside. We heard their car pull up to the door, and we both sprang up, sprinting to answer it first in our excitement. They had barely had a chance to knock before we had thrown open the front door, allowing Katie to glide by me in her gorgeous cigarette trousers and white shirt. They both looked fantastic, and I was pleased that I would get a chance to know Brad a little better, having only really encountered him in passing before. I couldn’t help but notice that he was looking pretty good, too- his wayward black hair had been carefully styled into a retro quiff, and his pinstripe navy suit hugged his toned body perfectly.
“Katie, darling, how are you?” I asked, flirtatiously kissing her on both cheeks, remembering how she’d greeted me last time and flushing.
“I’m well, thank you, Anna- are we having a glass of wine first, or is it straight to dinner?” She replied smoothly, teasingly, both of us aware of the mounting tension between the four of us.
“I think straight to dinner-please, let me show you to the dining room.” I gestured for them to follow me, and something about the formality of the situation undercut by the sizzling between us was getting me really hot.
The three of them sat down at the small dining table while I hustled off to the kitchen to bring dinner out; it might not be very women’s lib of me, but I did like to cook, even if me and Ryan would end up fighting over who got to make dinner because we both loved it so much. Tonight, I had won, and I knew I had served up the perfect romantic meal for both of them. As I served up, Brad spoke, his voice deep and surprisingly sexy.
“I must say, you’ve really pushed the boat out tonight, Anna.”
“Well, it wasn’t all my doing- you’ve got Ryan to blame for this too!” I smiled, glancing up at him over the candles we’d set on the table. Maybe it was just the flame in my peripheral vision, but something about Brad was smoldering. Hmm. I thought I’d probably spend most of tonight with Katie, but who knows- maybe Brad would be up for a little bit of fun too?
That is, of course, if they wanted to do anything, I scolded myself- after all, for all intents and purposes, this was just a few friends getting together to have dinner and share some conversation. Nothing salubrious or salacious about that. Nonetheless, my mind flickered to the thought of Brad, holding me, with his tongue in my mouth, and I shivered.
Dinner passed in a delightful haze of wine and good conversation- we discussed work, cinema, and where we liked to eat, exchanging names of restaurants and bars with ease. It turned out we went to a lot of the same places- it didn’t surprise me, as me and Katie had bonded over our adventurousness, and there was only so much new stuff to try in this small town.
By the time that Ryan suggested we all head through to the living room, I was feeling a little tipsy-not drunk, but warm and fuzzy and very, very sexy. All the way through our conversations tonight, there’d been an underlying sense that something was going to happen. I still wasn’t sure exactly what kind of set up we were all going to end up in, but I could be sure that I was going to enjoy in no matter how it panned out. Katie took my hand, and looked at me meaningfully.
“Anna, let’s go grab another glass of wine from the kitchen, shall we?”
I nodded, following her through to our messy kitchen, which I hadn’t had a chance to really clean up yet.
“I’m sorry about the mess, I-“
“Let’s cut to the chase, Anna. I really enjoyed last weekend, and you’ve put on an incredible spread tonight. You’ve really romanced the two of us.”
Romanced? I didn’t think of this as romancing; more as a necessary precursor to a night of passion, because phoning up a friend and asking “hey, do you and your husband want to come and fool around with me and my husband?” seemed a little bit direct. But, with the wine and the dinner and the conversation, this is what I would have called a very successful first date, back in the days where I was actually dating. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tuned back in to what Katie was saying.
“…. And I was wondering what kind of plans you had for tonight. Of course, we’re happy just hanging out, having a good chat and enjoying your company.”
“I think we are looking for something more,” I replied, my breath catching as I looked up into her sparkling eyes.
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she grinned widely back at me. “We’d love to get to know you both on a more… one-on-one basis.”
My mind raced. Did she mean that she wanted an orgy? All four of us together? I could feel the heat building between my thighs at the thought. Or did she mean that she wanted us to split off into couples and screw the night away? In those terms, what with our two very straight husbands, that meant she was suggesting…
“I’m talking about swapping partners for the night, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”
I felt the same surge of excitement I had when Brad had suggested we host a swinging party in the first place. “Yes!” I blurted, before I’d had a chance to think it over. “I mean, let’s discuss it with the men.”
A voice came from behind us. “Don’t worry, I think we’re both on t
he same page with that idea.”
Me and Katie spun around to see our husbands standing in the doorway, smiling, amused. They’d been listening to the whole thing!
“Anna, if that’s what you want, I’d be happy to oblige. May I?” Brad held his hand out to me, as Ryan stepped towards Katie and slipped an arm around her waist.
I placed my hand into Brad’s, and felt a little frisson of excitement course through me as he led me back to the living room. Sitting down in our armchair, he pulled me onto his lap, tilted me down, and kissed me deeply; it took me by surprise, a real Hollywood smooch, the sort that sent fireworks shooting off around my head.
“Careful not to drop her, Brad,” I heard Ryan intoning dryly from the other side of the room, where Katie was snuggled up to him, kissing his neck. There was a tiny twinge of jealousy in me for a moment, seeing that, but knowing how implicitly I trusted both of them, and the feeling of Brad’s hand running up my bare thigh, put paid to any feelings of worry that might have once plagued me. It was kind of hot, just sitting and necking like teenagers as Brad pulled my panties aside and eased his fingers into my aching pussy. I squirmed slightly, the sensation of his swirling digits almost too much to bear, especially when he bought his thumb up to my clitoris to add to the sensation. Gasping, I pulled my mouth free, peppering kisses along his throat and running my tongue over his stubble. I absent-mindedly watched as my husband unhooked the bra of one of my best friends, lowering his mouth to her nipple and sucking and licking gently. I felt that strange jolt of jealously and excitement again, and turned my attention back to Brad.