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 Swinging Surprise: A couple attends their first swingers party, but a
surprise twist leaves them reeling.

   Part 1:

   The moment we walked into the party, I knew something big was going to
happen to our marriage.  I had no idea what, but we had passed some sort of
point of no return.  Hanna had nearly backed out as we were getting ready
that evening; it had taken a little pleading on my part to convince her to
go through with it.  Looking back, it was all probably a show she staged to
give me one last chance to back out.  I wish I had taken it, because with
everything that's happened since I don't think either of us are capable of
turning back now.

   The party was at Lindsey and Zach's lakefront cabin, friends we had met
at a marina bar earlier in the summer.  They owned a cabin just across the
lake from ours, and we had ran into them a few times before joining them at
the bar one evening.  Lindsey was in her late thirties, around our age. 
Zach was at least 15 years older, but wealthy enough to look much younger.
We hit it off, spending the rest of the evening sharing stories and getting
to know them better.  It became a regular thing to have drinks with them on
Friday nights at the lake.

   We found out, on a night with several rounds of tequila, that they were
swingers.  Zach was a retired commodities trader, and had met Lindsey at a
gentlemen's club where he had gone to "celebrate" his second divorce.  They
had dated for a few months, then ran off to Vegas and tied the knot.  She
had continued to dance, not because they needed the money, but because it
gave both them a charge.  She loved the power she cast over men, and he
enjoyed watching her tease and seduce wave after wave of horny customers.
It had only been a matter of time before they were swinging.

   It came as no surprise that Lindsey had been a stripper; she was built
for the job and had an obvious wild streak.  That Zach, a seemingly smart
and successful man could share her with someone else was a shock.  That
they would tell us all of this, after only knowing us for a couple of
months, had me speechless.  What really blew my mind was Hanna, the woman I
had been married to for ten years, asking "What's it like?"

   Nothing had happened that night except talk, but that talk a week ago
had led us to the party.  We were going, just to watch, and possibly play
with each other.  Soft swing, Zach had called it.  Only rule was the dress
code, business casual for me, and lingerie for Hanna once the clothes
started to come off.  It seemed a fair deal, we were to be allowed in to
watch the most private of acts of a group of strangers, and having Hanna
reveal only slightly more skin then her bikini showed seemed a reasonable
rule.  Hanna had made a trip to the mall to buy something special for the
occasion.

   When we walked in, the scene was not at all what I had expected.  There
were eight other couples in addition to Zach and Lindsey.  On the surface,
it looked like any other yuppie dinner party, with the possible exception
of the shorter than average dresses worn by most of the women.  Zach met us
at the door with some drinks, then walked us around the room.  He
introduced us to everyone, all seemingly average "normal" folks.  All were
married couples, a few about our age but most in their forties.  No one we
knew, thank God.

   Having never been to a swinger party I wasn't sure what the course of
the evening would be.  I imagined that folks just wouldn't walk in, tear
off their clothes, and go at it.  Looking around, it was clear that
everyone was having fun, but you could tell there was anticipation on most
folk's faces, as if the "real" party was just about to start.  I half
expected someone to ring a bell, signaling everyone to go at it.

   After the introductions, Zach walked us over to Lindsey.  She looked
great every time we saw her, but tonight she was stunning, wearing a
cocktail dress and heels, with her raven hair in curls.  Hanna and I had
come to watch, test the waters so to speak, but I couldn't help but think
it would be worth sharing Hanna to have a shot at that.

   "Scott, Hanna!" she said, kissing me on the cheek and then hugging Hanna
"I'm so glad you came!  Oh, here let me get that." Lindsey took Hanna's now
empty glass, taking it to the kitchen and bringing her out another round.
Hanna must have been nervous to have finished her's so fast, I had thought;
she was an easy drunk and two rounds of the drinks they were serving would
have her tipsy as hell.  She took a long drink from the glass as soon as
Lindsey handed it to her.

   The four of us chatted together for a few minutes before Lindsey's gaze
turned towards the window, illuminated by another set of lights coming down
the driveway.  "Our last guests!" She said, and then looked back at Hanna.
"Now remember, just like we talked about, relax and have fun with each
other.  No one will approach you unless you make the first move.  If you
feel uncomfortable with any of this and need to leave, I won't feel bad. 
This isn't for everyone, but you never know until you try.  Just remember,
if you stay you have to at least lose the dress, it makes everyone else
more comfortable." The doorbell rang.  "Gotta go, things are about to get
fun."

   When Lindsey opened the door my jaw dropped.  A half dozen black men
walked in as a group, each embracing Lindsey and kissing her before walking
into the living room and doing the same to the other wives in the room. 
They were all obviously familiar with each other.  The last man to enter
practically ravished Lindsey; nearly pulling her skirt up over her ass as
they made out by the door.  I would find out later that his name was
Tyreece, a bouncer at the strip club where Lindsey had worked.  He and the
other five were regulars at their swing parties, Lindsey's "bulls" she had
called them, a fact that they had left out when describing their lifestyle
to us the prior week.

   Hanna reflexively pulled up close to me when they entered the house,
clearly nervous, and grabbed my hand.  She did not look at me though; her
eyes were fixed on Tyreece and Lindsey.  I glanced around the room,
noticing as a few of the black men glanced over our way.  They smiled and
nodded, obviously aware of the new couple in the room, but made no attempt
to walk over or speak to us.  Others had already paired off, one of the men
moving off to a couch with a pair of women while their husbands stood off
to the side to watch.  Soon all eight women were occupied, wither by
themselves or with another wife, with one of the new arrivals.  The
husbands merely stood and watched.

   "Honey," Hanna had said, her voice trembling a little, "Are you OK with
this?"

   "I'm not sure, it's not exactly what I had expected." I whispered back.

   "Do you want to leave?" She had asked.

   I should have said no, would have if I had any balls, but even at that
moment political correctness won out.  "No," I had said, "That would look
racist as shit if we just walked out.  Let's just slip off later when
everyone is more occupied and I don't think they will ever notice."

   That moment of indecision changed everything for us.

   Before long the house was filled with the sights and sounds of sex. 
Clothing fell to the floor, lovers embraced, and moans of pleasure spread
across the room.  Trying not to stare, I looked around the room, unable to
suppress my male desire to watch sex.  Like any man I watched porn, but had
never seen another couple fuck in my presence.  The two women on the couch
closest to me were taking turns sucking a cock that must have been nine
inches long, kissing each other from time to time, and playing with each
other's tits to the delight of their beau.  One of the older women, a fifty
year old but still sexy blonde lay on her back on a plush rug, moaning in
delight as her bull probed her slit with his tongue.  A small group of
wives and their bulls headed out to the deck to the hot tub, their husbands
following along a few steps behind.

   I looked back towards the front door.  Lindsey was on her knees in front
of Tyreece, taking his cock deep into her throat.  I had a perfect view
from where we stood, and the sight of her red lips against his ebony shaft
held me transfixed.  Tyreece worked the spaghetti straps of her dress off
her shoulders as she blew him, soon freeing her perfectly firm breasts. 
She took her time with him, stroking and sucking him in turn.  I don't know
how long I watched, but when Hanna spoke again I nearly jumped.

   "Someone likes what he sees." Hanna teased.  I glanced down at her, and
she gestured towards my crotch.  My erection was making no secret of
itself. I had been so distracted I hadn't noticed.  "Sure you want to
leave?" Her voice had slurred the slightest bit, and I noticed she had
finished her second round.

   "It's OK I guess," I had mumbled, "Maybe we can stay a little while."

   "Well you remember the rules, then." Hanna said, turning her back to me
and motioning to the zipper on her dress.  "I'm the only woman still
wearing clothes, it feels a little rude."

   I was horny as hell, and suddenly the thought of seeing her there in her
lingerie in front of everyone was a huge turn on.  I pulled down on the
zipper, helping her slip out of the dress.  I tossed it over the back of a
chair and sat down, and she joined me in my lap.  I didn't think she was
drunk, but the alcohol had certainly loosened her inhibitions.  She began
to tease me by gyrating her lace clad bottom against my trobbing cock.  I
was dying to fuck her right there, but thought it would be odd to be the
only white man fucking their own wife.  Granted, a few of the husbands were
getting blowjobs; the blonde on the rug was now on her hands and knees,
sucking her husband as her lover fucked her from behind.  Most were
standing by, watching the action as their wives played.

   I had looked back towards Lindsey, still on her knees in front of
Tyreece.  He was looking intently at Hanna, now that she had shed her
dress. And I could tell she was looking at him, her tongue absent mindedly
licking her lips as she watched Lindsey suck him off.  Tyreece had leaned
down to whisper something in Lindsey's ear, and at that point she had stood
and walked over to us.

   My heart skipped a beat at the sight of Lindsey's breasts as she stood
before us, wearing only her skimpy panties.  "Since you two are still here,
Tyreece thought Hanna might want to join the fun.  Just go say hi and see
what happens.  I can keep Scott company while you go over and have a closer
luck."

   Things had moved so fast at that point.  We were supposed to have just
watched, we were supposed to have discussed whether or not we were ready to
share each other sexually.  Hanna was supposed to have politely said no, or
at least I was supposed to have tried to stop her.  None of that happened.

   To my disbelief, when Lindsey had extended her hand Hanna reached to
take it.  Instead of thinking of what Hanna might do, my mind was focused
on Lindsey, and what might happen with us.  Hanna turned around and kissed
me, and asked if I was OK with it.  I must have said yes, but now I can't
remember even responding, my mind was on Lindsey.

   Lindsey took her place in my lap, and we watched together as my wife
walked into Tyreece's arms.  They spoke briefly, Hanna blushing a little as
he drew her in close.  The first pang of jealousy hit as he leaned in to
kiss her.  Of all that was to follow, this was the most intimate moment,
and still the hardest for me to deal with.  I was about to yell for her to
stop, before it went any farther, and that is where Lindsey stepped in.

   She must have anticipated this moment.  She whispered in my ear, her
lips like butterfly wings against my skin.  "Enjoy this, Scott.  Not many
men get to see their wives kissing someone else.  Zach still talks about
the first time he watched me." I felt her hand on my cock, rubbing my rock
hard shaft through my pants.  "Mmmm.  Very nice.  I'm going to take care of
that for you soon, but let's watch Hanna for a minute, OK?" I had nodded,
my mouth now too dry to speak.  She took my hand and placed it on her
breast, just as Tyreece unclasped Hanna's bra, then leaned in to kiss her
nipples.

   They kissed awhile longer, and then Hanna dropped slowly to her knees,
taking his cock in her hands for the first time, stroking it a few times
before taking him in her mouth.  Her long blonde hair obscured the view a
little, but I saw plenty.  Hanna gave great blowjobs, and she was doing her
best work for Tyreece.  She had looked over at me at one point, noting
Lindsey in my lap, my hand on her breast, and took that as her ticket to
continue.

   "Just a blowjob, please just a blowjob." I had thought, but that idea
was burst when Tyreece pulled her up, kissed her again and then whispered
in her ear before leading her down the hall towards a bedroom.  She didn't
look my way, possibly afraid of what she might see on my face.  I tried to
stand, but Lindsey swung around in my lap, facing me.  She gyrated on my
shaft, a well practiced lap dance from a pro, and whispered in my ear
again.

   "Give her a few minutes sweetie.  I'll make it worth your wait." She
purred, then started kissing slowly down my body, unbuttoning my shirt and
sucking my nipples for several minutes.  Taking her time, obviously to buy
time for Hanna until it was too late, but god it felt good.  The lap dance
went on, and I took my fill, exploring Lindsey's body, even slipping my
hand into her panties to feel her wet slit.  She responded, obviously horny
herself, pressing herself against me.  Thoughts of Hanna occasionally
crossed my consciousness, but were fleeting, Lindsey held power over me. 
She unzipped my pants, sliding them and my boxers down around my ankle.  My
cock sprang free, slick with pre-cum, and she teased me for a while with
her lips and breasts before finally moving in for the kill.  I was about to
explode when she started, and I didn't last very long, a few minutes tops,
before blowing my load.  I tried to warn her, but she made no effort to
stop, taking my cum in her mouth, swallowing every drop.

   When I finished, she stood, extending her hand to me.  "Time to go see
what Hanna's up to.  It sounds like things are going well." She said.  The
sound of sex still filled the house, and the woman on the rug nearby was
crying out with her second orgasm as she rode atop her lover, cowgirl
style. Similar cries arose from outside on the deck, but from down the hall
came a sound I knew all too well.  Little screams and yelps of pleasure,
coming from my wife.

   Lindsey led me down the hall to the door of their master bedroom, which
stood slightly ajar.  Cries of passion spilled into the hall.  She swung
the door fully open, and I saw her, on her back with her legs spread wide
flailing in the air, and Tyreece's cock buried in her pussy.  He was
fucking her wildly, tearing into her with long fast strokes that rocked the
king size bed.  He covered her with his large body, pinning her arms to the
bed with his hands as he dominated her.  They were covered in sweat, and
lost in passion.  I stood there, watching helplessly, my passion now spent
now that I had came.  Its odd how something so erotic before you cum
becomes an entirely different thing after.  I felt dirty, betrayed, and
more than a little afraid of what was to come.

   By the time Tyreece came I was a complete mess.  I watched them lay
there together, caressing each other afterward, feeling only slight relief
when I noticed that he had been wearing a condom.

   The drive home was awkward, and we had spoken little, but I think Hanna
had chalked it up to us being spent; she seemed like a new woman the next
morning.  I was brooding, but hid my feelings well.  It was insane of me to
be jealous; I had happily taken advantage of Lindsey's sexual advances.  I
somehow knew that I had been set up though, I had known from early in the
night, but had been unable to stop it.  Many things have happened since,
and I have been unable, or unwilling, to stop those either.  I need to get
those off my chest, but I need some more time to think before writing those
down.

   To be continued.

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