Standing in the middle of the swingers club, Jazz could barely contain her excitement. She had brought/ dragged her husband Kris along, despite always hating the dark room, bright lights and loud music, but had always strove to make his wife happy.
They were waiting for their friends to arrive, having spoken to them a handful of times about rules and hard limits, they were anxious to begin their open relationship with a new couple. They had already dipped their toes into polygamy with threesomes and cucking for each side, but Jazz has been especially waiting for this day.
Standing at about 5'8", her heels brought her up to 5'10", her short black skirt barely covering her hour glass figure. Her breasts were large and displayed the confidence of the gothic black woman she had always carried herself as.
Kris, not use to night clubbing, wore a simple button down dress shirt and jeans, his feet a glossy black pair of dress shoes. Standing at 5'10" (without heels), his Hispanic heritage has always been sexy to his much better looking wife in a "DILF" type of way. The salt and pepper ponytail only seemed to concrete the sex appeal in her eyes.
"There they are," she called out over the loud music, pointing to the 6'4" man walking through the doors, clearly visible over the heads of the passerby. The woman on his arm a stark contrast to the giant, standing at about 5'5", her blond hair almost seeming to glow in the UV lights of the room.
Lucas wore the gothic modern black baggy pants, his hair let loose around his face, but slicked back behind his ears, showing the shoulder length black hair for what it was. His arms were covered in tribal tattoos and only became more intimidating by the sheer size of his biceps.
The young woman on his arms, Jane, took the school girl approach in her clothing, wearing a plaid skirt that came down to her upper thighs. Her large breasts bore no restraint of a bra, and proudly showcased the pierced nipples underneath the thin fabric of her sheer white shirt. Her left arm had a long sleeve of tattoos of her own, seeming to be one of the only ways to match her date.
The moment they spotted Jazz and Kris, the ladies pointed and dragged their men over, apologizing to passerby as they made their way through the crowd. When they finally got to each other, the ladies immediately hugged one another closely, wide smiles on their faces. The men gave each other a simple "Bro hug", Kris desperately trying not to be crushed by the sheer power of the man.
After exchanging greetings with each other, they decided to go out onto the patio area where they could actually hear each other, rather than yell. Sitting at a campfire table, they shared a few drinks and caught up with each other.
They had been entirely honest when they spoke beforehand what the other wanted in all this. While Jazz was happy with the rough, often times even bruising sex that her husband was able to give, just the thought of what a large man with the muscles of Lucas could do had excited her.
While Jane loved her spouse, her body missed the soft touch of someone who didn't have to treat her like paper, trying not to hurt her in the throws of sex. And after the stories she's heard from Jazz, she at least knows that Kris could satisfy more than just that. She watched several videos of his and her sexual conquests, a few of which were with others, and despite the constant shower of attention the women he was with needed, he was always able to oblige them in one way or another.
Turning to one another, Jazz bit her lip before placing her hand on Jane's thigh. "Should we find a few beds to enjoy ourselves with?" She asks, a mischevious, yet slightly bashful look on her face alcohol sometimes brings out of her. Jane giggled girlishly and bounced in her seat, her large breasts matching her movements. Before they could move though, they leaned into each other, and the men couldn't help but watch as the two beautiful women kissed.
It was slow at first, but as the seconds passed, they watched their embrace get deeper, more wanting and hungry. Jazz had lifted her hand up to Jane's breasts and fully groped her barely contained chest. Jane had explored deeper though, sliding a single hand between Jazz's legs and slowly rubbing her sex in teasing motions.
