Introduction to Swinging 3

"Oh, hi, Honey," Peggy said as she recovered her balance. "Eric, this is my husband, Sam."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sam said as we shook hands. "I heard about what you did with Maggie so Cassie could win this week."

"Likewise," I muttered. Cassie held his left hand outstretched toward the bedroom Peggy and I had just left. She was completely naked.

"How was he?" Sam asked Peggy.

"He's fabulous," she said. "I'm tempted to take him home."

"Let me know if you do," he replied.

"Are you having a good time?" Cassie asked me.

"Yeah," I stammered. "Yeah, it's a great party."

I couldn't imagine a more bizarre situation. I had just fucked a married woman, and she was calmly introducing me to her husband as if I was an old friend. And that husband was about to sleep with my date. Granted, Cassie and I scarcely knew each other. I had no claim to her affection, but shouldn't she have been spending her time getting acquainted with me on our first real date? I had hopped into bed with her within minutes of meeting her just as I had done with Peggy, but Cassie was single, and Peggy was married. I couldn't remember knowingly sleeping with another man's wife before, and I sincerely doubted I would be alive if I had. Sam had just wanted to know if I was a good fuck! Nothing else.

Cassie kissed me on the cheek. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," she said. "Let's go, Sam. I've been waiting a month to get my hands on you." Sam kissed Peggy as Cassie led him into the bedroom.

Peggy took my hand and led me away from the door. "Come on," she said. "I'll help you clean up, then I'll take you down to the hot tub and we can find someone else to play with." She guided me to a bathroom and closed the door. "You seemed a little nervous back there," she said as she filled the sink. "Is this your first time? At a swing party, I mean."

"Yes, it is," I said. She took my towel off my waist and started cleaning my cock and balls with a soapy cloth.

"I was scared stiff my first time. Sam was too. We were both certain that the other would find a better lover to run away with. When we got home, we were more committed to each other and to our marriage than ever. That was five years ago."

"You mean you just decided one day to be swingers?"

"No, no. We both had been fooling around at our jobs. I caught him first at a Christmas party. I didn't say anything. Instead I found the husband of the woman he had been with and fucked him. When we got home I told him what I had seen and what I had done in the same sentence. He was shocked into silence. When we went to bed, we were both so horny that we didn't get any sleep for twenty-four hours. That was the hottest night we'd ever had."

"So what was there to be nervous about? It seems to me you had the jealousy beast well tamed."

"That had been spontaneous. Joining the club was planned. We were deliberately sleeping with other people right under each other's noses. It took us four hours to make our first swap. We went to different rooms, but, believe me, I was terrified. I was sure we'd be filing for divorce."

"Obviously you didn't."

She smiled as she dried my genitals with my towel. "When we got home, we talked about what we had done and with whom. He'd been with two women, but I had only done the one guy. Then he told me all about his affairs, and I confessed to mine. We realized we had nothing to worry about. We always came home to each other."

"I think it's great that you can trust each other like that."

"Swinging isn't for everybody. Neither is bowling, although they serve the function." I had to laugh. "I'm serious. They are just different forms of recreation. Speaking of recreation, Cassie says you're a pretty good softball player." I was shocked that she knew I played. "Our club has been challenged to a game by another club, and we need a shortstop, not to mention someone who can hit the ball,"

"It sounds like a high-stakes game."

"It is and it isn't. The losing club hosts the winners at a party that night, plus they have to be sex slaves for a week. How about it? Would you like to be on our team?"

"What's in it for me?"

"If we win, you can have as many of the other club's women as your slaves as you want."

"And if we lose?"

"Then you will be their slave. Either way you will get all the sex you can handle, and then some."

"When is it?"

"Next Saturday."

"I'm already playing for my company's team."

"This would only be one time. Couldn't you miss just one game?"

"Let me think about it."

Realistically what did I have to lose? No matter which team won, I'd get laid all the next week. I'd be assured of seeing Cassie during the game, unless, of course, Maggie won their contest Friday night. It would be easy enough to line up a bunch of guy to distract Maggie so Cassie would win. True, that would be cheating, but all's fair in love and war. Why was I thinking about love? I had just met Cassie. I still didn't know her last name.

Peggy finished her wash-up and took me down to the hot tub.

Three other couples were already in it. When we approached they all moved around to make space for us. Peggy introduced me to the others. Only one of the couples was a husband and wife. Although the others were also married, their respective spouses were elsewhere. I struck up a conversation with the woman with her husband. Our hands immediately began roaming about each other's bodies. I was a bit nervous about making out with her in front of her husband. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was busy with one of the other women. Fifteen minutes later, Heather suggested she and I go upstairs which I assumed was a code for "Let's fuck."

We got out of the hot tub and dried each other off. Before we left the hot tub area, she put her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. Her tongue lightly brushed my lips as we kissed while she ground her hairless pussy against my cock producing the standard male reaction: a hard-on. She led me dick in hand upstairs. Cassie was coming down with Sam as Heather and I went up. His cum leaked from her pussy down her thigh. "Looks like you're getting ahead of me," Cassie said. I smiled. I was starting to like the recreational sex idea.

Heather laid me down on the nearest mattress and immediately began sucking on my dick. I had never before experienced the amount of suction she applied. In a matter of seconds, I had a tent pole sticking up from my crotch. She swung her legs over my face and sat her pussy down on my mouth. I certainly didn't need to be told what to do. Her vaginal nectar was honey to my taste buds. Greedily, I lapped up every drop. My tongue traced the edge of her slit. As it passed her clit, her entire body trembled. I wrapped my lips around her little tent peg and gently sucked on it. She let my pecker slip out of her mouth as she gasped for air. Her rasping breath developed bits of meowing followed by short shrieks that grew longer and longer until her entire body convulsed with passion.

As she came down from her orgasm, she turned around and seated herself on my solid post. Her vaginal muscles were so cramped that she had to force me inside her. Once I was completely inside her she relaxed a bit and paused to catch her breath. Patiently I waited for her to make the next move. "Damn, you're good," she said between breaths. "No man, not even my husband, has ever made me cum like that. You should give lessons in pussy eating."

"You mean like those seminars on cable tv?"

"Exactly. So, are you going to play on our team?"

"This is hardly the time to discuss softball."

"I think it's the perfect time. You haven't cum yet. You're ripe for a case of blue balls. If you don't play for us, none of the women here will get you off. Even Cassie is on our side."

"Can't I think it over first? I do have an obligation to my team from work."

Heather sat upright on my cock and folded her arms across her chest. "Think all you want," she said. "I have no place to go."