Author's Note: Let's wrap up this swinging good time! There's plenty of sex in the first half of the chapter, but stick around for some key plot developments on the back end. We're getting toward the culmination of this book, but don't worry -- there is a lot of fun left for our friends.
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"Oh my god, oh my god!" Juliet said, finally piercing the silence that had fallen over the bedroom. "Can you give me like two minutes because I have to find Melanie. Like, right now. Is that okay?"
Juliet was giddy. She hopped off the bed.
"Of course," Carly said. "Take some time to think about it. Talk to Melanie. I'll send over the script next week. But I really want to get this moving."
"I won't need long," Juliet said and disappeared out the door.
"Thank you," Carly said, turning to me.
"I really didn't do anything, but if someone has to take the credit? I'll jump on it," I said with a laugh.
"And thanks for the fuck," she said. "I hadn't had a good dick in a year."
"You're joking," I said incredulously.
"I'm not," she said. "It's been a drought."
"It didn't feel like a drought," I joked.
"I'm going to make a lap," Carly said. "This is a pretty sexy crowd you've put together here. I'm sure I'll find something interesting to watch."
"You might even find something interesting to do," I said with a smile.
Carly smiled back and walked out of the bedroom. I lay there for a couple minutes, recycling the scenes that had already unfolded over the course of the night. This had turned into one hell of a swingers party. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It wasn't even eleven o'clock. The party may not have even peaked yet. The coke next to the clock caught my eye. I set up a couple lines and snorted them, the rush washing over me and giving me a fresh feeling of confidence. I was ready for the long-haul, whatever the night may have had in store.
It would have a lot.
Freshly wired, I walked toward the staircase. Sounds from an open bedroom door drew my attention briefly. Jimmy, the Daydream star, was in there with Christy. Jimmy was notorious for his rough sex scenes, and Christy might have been the perfect partner for him. I watched them for maybe two minutes, and it was like a window into a porn production. Christy was vocal and compliant, begging Jimmy to be his most degrading to her. She let him smack his cock ferociously on her face. She taunted him for not slapping her harder, so he did. She squealed with delight. He violently fucked her throat, and she only asked for more. He slapped her tits, and she nearly had an orgasm while he choked her as he gagged her with his cock.
I strolled downstairs, and it was a feast for the eyes. The pairings and groupings had changed dramatically since Kat's anal tryst with Ryan and my unexpected threesome with Juliet and Carly. It was pretty clear that cocaine and molly were calling the shots now. In a chair near the bottom of the stairs, Katie slowly undulated on Petey's cock. Their fucking seemed secondary to Petey's eager attention sucking, biting, licking, and all manner of playing with Katie's tits. Just around the corner from them, Kelly was backed against the wall by Johnny. She had a leg up around his shoulder, and he pile-drived in and out of her pussy while keeping a strong hand firmly around her neck.
On a loveseat inside the great room, his muscular body barely able to squish onto it, Ryan lay on his back. In front of him kneeled Rita, who was about to snort a huge line of cocaine from his chiseled torso. He cupped her tits adoringly as she addressed the blow, and she playfully swatted them away. On an adjacent couch, Alix sat sandwiched between Vic and Bryce, stroking their cocks openly with each of her hands. Bryce kissed her neck, while Vic buried his face in Alix's prodigious tits, delighting in playing with her nipple piercings.
One surprise was seeing Jess and Carly deep in conversation with Jamie near the patio doors. Jess twirled a thick, pre-rolled joint in her hand. I watched them for a few moments, and then Carly gestured at the joint, and the three of them went outside to smoke it. I saw Nicole sitting on one of the counters in the kitchen, Patrick in front of her. I knew the look in Nicole's eyes. She was on the hunt for cock and wouldn't stop until she got it. When I walked past the kitchen, I realized she had already found it. Patrick's cock had pushed through the slit in the front of his toga, and Nicole was lovingly stroking it with both her hands. I couldn't get over his size. Ryan was an impressive cock, but Patrick had him beat in the length and girth departments. There would always be a lingering touch of jealousy when it came to Patrick because of that, although it helped that he had turned out to be a chill, cool dude.
Next to the kitchen, Kat caught my eye. She stood in a circle with Jason and Crystal. Her loving eyes lit up when she saw me.
"Daddy! Come here!" Kat said, beckoning me excitedly.
I joined them, and Kat pulled me into a passionate kiss, her tongue eagerly flicking against mine.
"Everybody having fun?" I said rhetorically.
"Uh, I think I'm managing," Crystal said, chewing gum as usual. Her tits were half out of her toga, and her eyes were lit up, surely from the obvious remnants of coke that ringed her nose.
"It's okay," Jason joked.
"So, daddy," Kat said, nude since she hadn't bothered to put clothes back on after her romp with Ryan. "We just took some molly, and we were saying it might be fun for the four of us to do a straight up swap. Like real swingers. What do you think?"
"That sounds like fun," I said, glancing at Jason, who was obviously into it. Crystal licked her lips as she smacked her gum. Her eyes were glued on me. "Let's do it."
"Yay!" Crystal said.
"Do you want some molly, daddy?" Kat said.
"That would be awesome," I said.
She passed me the tablet emblazoned with a smiley face that had its tongue sticking out. We went to the kitchen, where Nicole now splayed her legs on the counter, and Patrick was fucking her mercilessly with his monster sword. I snuck behind them to fill up glasses of Champagne for us.
"Brycey is going to cum so hard when he feels how used my pussy is," Nicole moaned. "I'll never say no to this huge dick."
"That's something I love about you sluts," Patrick grunted. "You want it and you take all of it."
He put a large hand around Nicole's delicate neck and squeezed hard. It made her cum. I washed down the molly with a swig of Champagne. Jason helped me carry the glasses to the girls, and I took the bottle. As we made our way upstairs, I passed Rita and Ryan again. He had obviously just done lines off her tits and was sucking on them to clean up. Aggressively clean up.
"Ah-ah, naughty boy," Rita admonished him. "You know the rule. Only get rid of the excess."
She saw me walking past and looked over her shoulder. She smiled and mouthed, "I love you." Ryan stood up and said, "You know I play by the rules!" He walked over to the kitchen, where he paused to watch Patrick impaling Nicole. Rita walked past him outside, searching out Jess.
"Come on, daddy," Kat urged me, pulling me along with her up the stairs.
The four of us found the bedroom I'd occupied until recently still empty. The girls told us to sit on the bed. Jason took the edge of the bed at the foot. I took the adjacent, longer side, but nearer the headboard. Kat closed the door behind us and shook her hair with her hand. She carried herself with an easy, comfortable manner. I expected her to walk to me, but instead she walked up behind Crystal. She tugged at the already loose tie of her toga, undoing it fully, and the wispy white fabric fell to the floor. Jason and I both kept our eyes riveted on his girlfriend's body. I admired her nipple and navel rings. It had been a long time since I thought about the blue infinity symbol tattooed below her right breast. The memory of the day when I'd taken her to get it rushed back. Crystal had come a long way.
"So, boys," Kat said, letting her hand caress Crystal's arm. "Crystal and I were talking and thought that, if we're going to make these swingers parties a regular thing, that we should have a real, honest-to-goodness swap."
"And Kat and I thought the four of us would be a really perfect way to do it," Crystal said, licking her lips. "Since we have such a really special connection."
"Are you both agreeable to this?" Kat asked.
She made clear she assumed what the answer would be by taking a couple small steps toward Jason.
"Fuck yeah," my best friend said.
Crystal looked at me expectantly, playing with the dangling navel ring, her dimples lighting up her smile. Fresh lip gloss shimmered on her lips.
"An incredible idea," I said. "This will be a lot of fun."
Crystal smiled even more widely and walked over to me quickly. She straddled my thighs and climbed on top of me, perching her dangling, slick pussy lips close to my proud, firm cock. I held my erection by the base with my left hand, then put downward pressure on Crystal's thigh with my right, encouraging her to impale herself.
"I've been wanting this," she said.
"Me, too," I said and moved my right hand behind her head to pull her in for a kiss as her thighs gave way to her desire.
"Fuck yes!" Crystal cried out, filling the room, as my cock bottomed out inside her with one smooth stroke.
She swished her hips in an infinity-symbol motion with such incredible ease and skill, I marveled at what a true whore she had become. She threw her head back in enjoyment and thrust her tits into my face. It would have been rude not to play with them. I sucked on her nipples, then gave them some light bites. It drove her crazy. She arched her back even higher, and I moved up higher and kissed her neck. We instantly had escalated this to a level of intensity that burned hot and bright.
"You're so fucking tight and wet," I told Crystal.
"I was just thinking about how you used to fuck me in my ex-husband's bed," she said, never slowing her rhythm. "I'm a slut because that's what you made me, and every time I fuck you, I want to thank you properly for what you've done for me."
"Good girl," I said and attacked her tits again with my mouth.
At the top of the bed, Kat and Jason were moving more slowly. It was understandable, given that they had never been together much -- and always within the context of Kat being an escort, even when I had brought her over to his house as a punishment. But I could tell Kat really wanted to set a tone that our life with a swingers group was distinctly different from the sexual experimentation we had engaged in previously. Most of that had been indulgent hedonism, taking whatever came our way and felt good. Or it revolved around the Infinity parties and its often delicious recklessness.
