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“Fine. I’ll go.”“Excuse me?”I sat at one end of the kitchen table looking at my husband of six years. He had been browbeating me into making a decision for the last two weeks. “I said, fine, I’ll go.”“Oh my God Katherine, are you serious? You will?”I continued to look into his eyes while I cut my steak. “I will.”“Katherine, I’m shocked but very pleased. I’ll go let the Fosters know we are coming.” He came around the table, kissed me hard and left the room.My husband Tim and I received an invitation to a party at one of our friend’s house. I suspected it was because Barb and Tim wanted to fuck each other. I couldn’t prove it, but I would find out for sure on Saturday. The party we were invited to was a particular kind of party; it was a swinger’s party.At first, I was so appalled that Tim would suggest such a thing and we argued for days. Well, he voiced his opinion while I sat with my head hung low.It was not that I was against the idea of swingers or even performing sex in front of other people. It was that I enjoyed it too much. I was once in love with another man, and he showed me things I didn’t know existed, how free and liberating sex is. How much power is behind sex, but when he broke my heart, I left that life behind and became the woman that Tim wanted me to be.The lawyer’s perfect wife, with the perfect showpiece house and scheduled sex. Every Saturday night was sex night in the Benedict household. We would also have sex every time he won a case. Tim referred to it as ‘Taking his spoils of victory.’So I would lay there on my back with my legs wide open for him to take his spoils. Sometimes I would cum, most of the times I would not. He saw sex as another activity, so of course, when he suggested it, I knew it was because he was attracted to Barb. Who wouldn’t be? Hell, I lusted after Barb, a tall blonde with the best body money could buy.Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I ran my hands over my pale skin. My hands moved over my breasts, feeling them through the lacy material. I sighed as my body tingled with excitement. I had tried all week to stay neutral. I didn’t want Tim thinking I was looking forward to this. He didn’t know this side of me.We stood on the porch, and I was adjusting my little black dress again for the fourth time waiting for them to answer the door. “Will you stop it? You look fine, and you don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable. Remember, we went over this already.”I lifted my eyes and looked up at him. “I know,” I said then mumbled under my breath, ‘I look more than fine.’“What was that?”The front door opened and Barb made an excited sound then ushered us inside. She was wearing a short sheer green dress that showed her black bra and panties set underneath. Tim and I both checked her out and it made her head go a little higher. “I’m so isvecbahis glad you agreed to come. Please make yourself at home and just start mingling. Remember, no means no, safe words are a must and have fun anywhere you wish.”She kissed my cheek and ran her hand along Tim’s stomach and gave him a look that promised so many things. I giggled to myself, ‘She will eat him up.’Looking around the room, I saw men and women in various stages of dress. There were also other couples we knew from the lawyer circuit. ‘They tend to travel in packs like the sharks they are,’ I thought and giggled again.“Listen, if you are too nervous we can go,” Tim offered, and I could hear it in his tone that he was the one that was nervous.“I’m okay. Will you make me drink?” I nodded to the bar that appeared overly stocked with everything you could imagine. “Lemon drop martini, please.”I leaned back between the bookshelf and the entryway leading to the dining room. This way I was able to watch both chambers. There was a petite woman sandwiched between a much taller couple, and they were petting her. The taller woman’s hand went inside the other one’s shirt and pulled her breasts out, putting them on display. Her smile and arched back showed how much it pleased it.There were two men lightly touching each, and I wondered if they were married until I remember the blonde. He worked with my husband, he has a wife, she’s blonde, and four kids. I watched as his hand slid over the obvious bulge in the other man’s pants.I continued to scan the room when my eyes fell on a tall, curvy dark haired woman. From this distance her eyes were black, and the way they were watching me made my heart start to race and throb down below. It had been a long time since someone had turned me on this quickly and without even touching me.“Here,” Tim said, shoving the drink at me. He had his game face on, the one that said he was calm and confident, but I saw the slight shake in his hand. My husband was a prude and was going to learn that fact tonight.Every woman that walked by checked him out and gave him that look. He seemed to miss about half of them. I wasn’t interested in them though; my eyes were on the dark-haired woman across the room. She had a girl at her feet that she kept petting, but her eyes were on me as well.The moan flowed through the room, and all eyes turned towards it. An older woman sitting with her legs open and a much younger man on his knees pleasing her. The atmosphere seemed to grow thick; you could feel the energy, the need beginning to rise. You could almost taste it.I turned my attention back to the dark haired woman, but I felt the stirring between my legs, no different from anyone else’s in the room.Another moan came from across the room and Tim and I turned towards it. A woman was bent over, hands on the stairs railing isveçbahis giriş and her partner was pounding into her hard and fast. Groaning to my left made me turn in time to watch the married lawyer taking all of his companion’s cock. His hands gripped the back of the lawyer’s head and his hips were thrusting in and out. The sounds of pleasure began to match the energy level. My clit was aching as I was watching and hearing all the moans of pleasure. “Katherine, are you alright? You are a bit flushed and you are breathing heavy.”“Yes,” I sighed. Tim’s voice crashed over me like a bucket of cold water, but when I looked back towards the dark haired lady, the ache returned.She had the younger woman sitting on her lap with her back to her chest and her legs spread wide so everyone could see her swollen, dripping pussy. The dark haired woman had two fingers inside her, fucking her, while the younger one squirmed and moaned. Those dark eyes locked with mine and I wanted to move closer. I wanted her fingers in me.Barb walked up with another blonde woman. It was Sarah, the lady whose husband was on his knees, pleasing another man. “Tim, you remember Sarah, don’t you? We were just talking about you.” Barb’s arm had snaked around him and she was rubbing her breast against him while she spoke. “Katherine, do you mind if we borrow Tim for a little bit?” she asked even as her fingers began pulling his shirt from his pants.Tim looked at me excitedly and I could see his cock pushing hard in his pants, wanting free. I had a moment of jealousy. Tim was my husband; the man that had only ever fucked me in missionary position and now he wanted me to let him go with two women. I looked back at the lady across the room and I felt the throb growing deep within.“No, of course not. Be gentle with him ladies.” Barb and Sarah laughed then pulled my husband out of the room.Looking down on my drink, I sighed loudly and went to the bar to fix it. Tim always made them strong.“Was that your first time?”I turned and there she was standing beside me giving me a sexy smile. “My first time what?”“Telling your husband it was okay to fuck other women.”“Oh that, yes. It’s our first time coming to one of these things.”She raised an eyebrow. “Your first time as a couple. His first time yes, but not yours. You are too calm. You have already surveyed the room and found the ones you would play with.”The grin spread across my lips as I turned towards her. She towered over me, but everyone did. At 5’1″ I was used to it. “You were watching me that closely?”“You know that I was. So how did you convince your straight lace hubby to come to one of these?” Her fingers were moving lightly along my arm.“I didn’t. He convinced me.” My fingers found their way to her hand that was resting on the bar top. “I’m pretty sure he has wanted isveçbahis yeni giriş to have an affair with Barb for a long time. Do you know Barb?” At the other lady’s nod, I continued, “This is a way for him to fuck her without me getting angry.”Her fingers moved up my arm, over my shoulder and pushed my hair back off my neck and chuckled, “He has no idea who he has does he?”When her fingers brushed my neck, my back arched and I leaned a little closer. “No,” my voice was breathy and I ached badly. It had been a long time since I felt this much need.The woman leaned in; her lips brushed my neck. “My name is Anya.”She kissed my neck and my head fell to the side. My arm slid around her waist and I stepped closer. “Katherine,” I sighed. Her mouth left little hot spots everywhere she kissed as she made her way to my lips. The moment her lips touched mine I moaned loudly, fingers curling onto her shirt, pulling her closer.Her tongue danced along mine and my fingers moved under her shirt to feel her warm skin. I heard the sound of my dress’ zipper and felt the cold air on my back. Anya moved us such that my back pressed onto the bar; I giggled and arched into her, feeling that cold. She broke the kiss to pull my dress down letting it pool at my feet. My hands were busy pulling her shirt up, wanting to feel her breasts.“Jesus Christ, it is you. Kathy!”Hearing that voice was like a cold shower. I froze instantly and looked around Anya and into the face of Garrett Hedrick. The man I once loved.“Garrett…” I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to say.Anya turned towards him and snapped, “What the hell, Gary? You should have been here hours ago.”‘Gary?’ I thought and looked between them.“Honey, I know. I’m sorry I was late,” he said affectionately to Anya, leaning in and kissing her. “You are never going to believe this, but this is Kathy.”“Holy shit, the Kathy?” she asked looking me over again like we hadn’t just been prepared to fuck at this bar.“You two know each other?” I asked softly, feeling confused, but afraid I knew what the response would be.“Kathy this is my wife Anya. We’ve been married about four years now.”“Oh my God.”Garrett’s hand moved comfortingly up and down my arm. It wasn’t comforting. It turned me on and that made me angry. He had just left me at that party and I never heard from him again.Anya stepped forward kissing on my neck again. “She is so fucking hot.” Her hands gripped my hips as she was pressing into me.I moaned and my fingers went back under her shirt. Garrett stepped in closer but I moved away from him and closer to his wife. “No,” I hissed at him. “You don’t get to touch me.”Garrett looked shocked and Anya laughed. Her hands slid down and cupped my ass. “It seems she is still pissed at you.”“It appears so,” he said softly. “But darling, you two should move away from the bar, it seems people would like to drink.” He smiled at the few people standing close by with empty glasses, bent down, picked up my dress and walked into the dining room.Anya took my hand and I followed her into the empty room.
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