"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 houses. 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.
I was not 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 was. How much power was 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, but most of the time 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 to think 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 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, which said he was calm and confident, but I saw a 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 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 thrust 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 heavily."
"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 a 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 at my drink, I sighed loudly and went to the bar to fix it. Tim always made them strong.
"Was that your first time?"
