CHAPTER ONE
It was eight o'clock and the party was officially underway. MaryAnn turned to the bar to fill her glass one more time. It was a BYOB party and her bottle was Liebfraumilch, her favorite. White wine put her in a mellow mood and made everything seem pleasant.
As she reached for the bottle, she felt an arm go around her waist and pull her gently backwards. She looked down and saw it was a black arm, and a muscular one to boot. Then she felt something hard and big rubbing against her back, an erection.
"Hey lovely blond lady, like to have some fun" the man asked?
MaryAnn was not a prude -- but being fondled in front of people! At an ordinary party she would have been offended to the point of throwing a royal fit. But this wasn't an ordinary party. This was MaryAnn's and Ron's night to host their group's aperiodic swinging party. They were a good couple for it. Both were mid-forties, both good looking, and both worked hard to stay that way.
MaryAnn was 5'3" 123 lbs and had a pair of 32C breasts which still defied gravity. Ron was a six footer and in top-notch shape. He had been a an enthusiastic but mediocre basketball player at a small, intellectual Eastern university. They lived in a condo on the beach and both were avid runners and ocean swimmers. MaryAnn was one of the best boogie board surfers on the beach. She got as many looks for how she could shoot the curl in a big wave as for her tight wet suit.
Now the talented lady was being challenged to another sort of athletic contest. It was eight o'clock and that was when the fondling was supposed to start. The arm belonged to Roger, the newest member of their small swinging group. Roger was a linebacker with the Chargers. He was often touted as the biggest, baddest defensive player in the league. In his own words he was the meanest motherfucker as well.
MaryAnn thought he was the strongest, sexiest man in the Golden State, perhaps the universe.
Inviting Roger had been Ron's idea. Ron was almost always the innovator in such things, but MaryAnn found she nearly always enjoyed his innovations. Her husband had long wanted to make the parties interracial, and he had the enthusiastic approval of all the wives. The little group of four couples finally agreed to expand by one couple and Roger and his wife broke another color barrier. Now, MaryAnn was firmly in his grasp.
She turned to him, looked up at his smiling face and said, "Hello you big fucker. What you going to do with me?"
Discretion was set aside when the party started. "Fuck" and all other vulgarisms were de rigueur when the bell rang. Roger certainly wasn't reticent about using any words, "I'm going to stick a big black cock into your pink pussy and fuck you until you scream with yo pretty ass off."
She looked up at Roger's rugged face looming over her by a foot, smiled, and pulled it to hers. He put his lips on hers and they kissed. It was a sweet kiss at first then she felt his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth. Mismatched or not he was a hunk, surely the strongest man she had ever touched, let alone French kissed.
As in a cheap novel she melted into his arms, partly because she loved to show off and the others at the party were watching, partly because she had little choice, and partly because she wanted to. Roger wasn't just exciting on the gridiron. His body seemed to be made of steel. She never felt so many muscles in her life. As for the others watching, were they shocked? jealous? It didn't matter because before the night was over the footballer would have satisfied the fantasies of four horny, middle-aged, white women,
But for the time being he was hers alone. As she and her man of the moment kissed, his hand went to her ass. He got a good feel. Her derriere was covered only by a thin negligee and a sheer pair of panties, the approved female uniform of the day for their swinging parties. Men were expected to either be naked or to be wearing only a pair of shorts.
