Asstr Swingers

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Asstr Swingers
The
moment we walked into the party I knew something big was going to happen. 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 is 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
before running off to Vegas to tie 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?' with a
look of keen interest on her face.
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, a typical introductory activity for newbies to the
swinging scene. The 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 and
then walked us around the room.  He introduced
us to everyone, all seemingly average "normal" folks. All were married couples with a few younger
than us but most were 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 own so fast, I 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 guests of honor are
here!" She said to the group,
eliciting a tipsy cheer from several of the other women. She 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 and kissing
her and then walking into the living room to greet the other wives in the room. They were all clearly familiar with each
other. Lindsey was practically ravished
by the last man to enter, a tall muscular man who pulled her skirt up nearly
over her ass as he kissed her. 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," a term she would familiarize us with later after the
party. This fact she had conveniently
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 with the new arrivals; either by themselves or in a
threesome with another wife. 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 expected." I whispered back.
"Do
you want to leave?" She had asked.
I
should have said yes, 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-ish 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; gyrating
her lace clad bottom against my throbbing 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 it would be nice to meet you Hanna. 
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 over to Tyreece. For several
minutes they just stood there and talked. 
My mind reeled watching my pretty wife wearing only a bra and panties
flirting with a younger naked black man. 
Hanna kept her arms crossed protectively over her chest at first but let
them fall to her side as they became comfortable with one another. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but
Hanna glanced nervously my way several times to gauge my reaction.  They gradually moved closer to one another,
casually touching each other's bodies as they did. The first pang of jealousy hit as he leaned
in to kiss her. Of all that was to
follow that night this was the most intimate moment, and still the hardest for
me to deal with when I have my moments of regret. I was about to yell for her to stop before
things 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 and
leaned in to kiss her nipples.
They
kissed awhile longer before Hanna dropped slowly to her knees, taking his cock
in her hands for the first time. She
stroked him 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. She took her time - obviously to buy time for
Hanna until it was too late for me to intervene - 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 and swallowing
every drop.  
When
I finished, she stood, extending her hand to me. "It's time for us to go see what Hanna's
up to." 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 sounds of passion came from out on
the deck. 
"It
sounds like she's doing just fine." 
Lindsey said as we made our way down the hall. Little screams and yelps of pleasure echoed
from the bedroom at the end of the hall, a voice unmistakably Hanna's. 
Lindsey
led me down the hall to the door of their master bedroom, which stood slightly
ajar. She swung the door fully open, and
I saw her, on her back with her legs spread wide and feet flailing in the
air. Tyreece
was atop her, his 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 earlier passion spent now that I had came. It's odd
how something that seems 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. I felt 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 exhausted. 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. 
In
the weeks following the party, Hanna had spoken with Lindsey nearly every
night. At some point in every
conversation she would walk outside onto the deck where I could not hear. She had looked a little flushed after some of
those talks. They were planning something, that much I was sure of, and I found out what
soon enough.
One
night as we were getting in bed she asked, out of the blue, "Did you enjoy
Lindsey giving you head? I wish I could
have seen, but, well I was a little preoccupied." She slipped her hand under the sheets and
grabbed my cock as she did.
"It.. it was nice.." I mumbled, caught off guard by both
her question and her caress. 
"Just nice? She told me you came in her mouth before you
even fucked her." Hearing her say
that stung. The thought of them
discussing my time with Lindsey bothered me.
She
went on. "Is she that good, or were
you turned on watching me with Tyreece?" She purred, stroking my cock which was now
rock hard. Images of that night filled
my head.
"Both,
I suppose." I said numbly, my
breath becoming deeper.
"You
want to fuck her don't you? Don't lie, your cock tells me everything I need to
know. You want to see me fuck Tyreece again too, don't you?"
"Yes." I said, barely able to get my breath, the
tension mounting.
"They
can come this weekend. Tyreece is spending a few days at her place. I thought they could come over here for a
night. Just us two
girls and the guys this time OK?" 

She
whispered in my ear "Now let me see if I can do it as good as
Lindsey."
She
went down on me, and I came within minutes. 
There was no further discussion of the weekend plans,
my orgasm was all the consent Hanna needed.
On
Friday Hanna took a little longer in the shower than usual, and I noticed she
had completely shaved her pussy. She had
always maintained a neat trim, but I had never seen her bald. She put on some fragrant lotion before
slipping into her bra and panties. She
then fished out a garter belt and stockings from her lingerie drawer, still
with the tags on. I had never seen her
wear that stuff before, and the thought of her doing it for the first time for Tyreece brought back a pang of jealousy. She spun slowly in front of me after snapping
in her stockings.
"Very sexy. You look amazing in that." That much was true,
the garter belt perfectly framed the contours of her hips. 
"Glad
you like it, Lindsey picked out the same set."
I
stiffened at the thought of Lindsey slipping on the same lingerie that Hanna
now wore, knowing that I would soon get to fuck her in it. Once again, my lust for her betrayed my
instinct to keep Hanna close. I had the
feeling I was being set up again, or perhaps I just remember it that way now,
after all that has happened.
Hanna
finished dressing, topping off with a skimpy skirt and silk blouse. 
Not
long after we finished, our doorbell rang. 

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