Megan Taylor was a little hesitant at first, but her husband's enthusiasm for the idea had eventually won her over. Even though the couple had openly spoke to each other about the fantasy of being with other lovers, when Paul told her about the swingers party she was quite nervous about the idea.
They had been married for just under five years and by all accounts were very happy. Their sex life was vibrant and fulfilling and they were both very open to trying new things whenever either suggested it. In the past they had shared with each other the fantasy of having sex with other people, both as part of a threesome as well as in the form of swinging or swapping partners with another couple. The idea was a turn-on for both of them, but until now they had never actively pursued it.
Paul had heard about the party from a casual acquaintance at his work who informed him that another guy in their office had once told him that he frequented such events. While he did not particularly care for the guy, Paul had heard the rumours of Jake's notorious sexual reputation and was certain that he was the type of guy who would definitely go to something like that. He discreetly had his friend find out the details of the next party from Jake to set about arranging for him and Megan to score an invitation.
To his chagrin, he found out that the only way to snag the coveted invite was via a personal reference by someone already attending. Despite his dislike for Jake, he would have to ask him to get them into the party. Paul knew that his co-worker would revel in his needing his help, especially for something of such a personal and taboo nature, and was not surprised when Jake questioned whether he and his wife were up to the standards of the regular party-goers. To support their request for an invitation, as well as to further embarrass Paul, he had him provide photos of himself and Megan for review. Finally, after scrutinizing the pictures and making several lewd comments to him about his wife's assets, Jake agreed to recommend an invite for the couple.
So, with the arrangements in place, they were on their way to their first swingers party. They had been told of the agenda for the evening and it seemed straightforward enough. Ten couples would arrive and mingle over cocktails for about 45 minutes at which time the men would be directed to one of the bedrooms. The hostess would then randomly assign the women to the numbered rooms and the fun would begin. None of the participants would have any advance knowledge of who they would be paired with and significant others would have no way of knowing who their partner had drawn for the swap.
Upon arriving, they quickly grabbed drinks to take the nervous edge off and then began the somewhat awkward act of mingling amongst the group, not knowing which of the other guests they would soon be having sex with.
They had both dressed sharply for the occasion, self-consciously not wanting to appear like they did not belong at such an event. As the socialized, they quickly became very aware that, as newcomers, a lot of eyes were frequently on them, no doubt judging and evaluating their appearance and behaviour.
Megan tried to act casually and flirty, hoping to convey an ease about the evening's festivities that was totally an act. There was no doubt in her mind that she looked good, as she had no shortage of confidence in her 36-year-old shape and natural good looks. She was wearing a simple, chocolate coloured, slim fitting little jersey dress that featured a plunging v-neck that nicely showed off her pushed-up cleavage, while a pair of burgundy leather platform sandals with five inch heels nicely complimented the short, above-the-knee cut of the dress. Her dirty blonde hair was styled into a unique mix of texture with varied curl sizes through its length, giving her a big, messy look.
Paul looked the part as well, dressed in an expensive black sports jacket overtop of a stylish grey button down shirt with a pair of designer blue jeans on the bottom. At 38, he had a very slim, athletic build, and the well tailored outfit definitely was cut to show off his slender frame. His dark brown hair only had a hint of grey, and gave his shaggy style a distinguished look, nicely complimented by his two day old stubble.
The couple chatted with the other guests, returning the appraising glances and doing some judging of their own as well. When Jake greeted them, he too took stock of the couple's appearance, and made a point of taking his time doing so with her, enjoying Paul's uneasiness with his lingering evaluation of his wife.
Megan found his gaze unsettling as well, knowing of her husband's distaste for the man and his clear gratification in making him feel uncomfortable. Regardless of their personal dislike for him, she nonetheless assessed his appearance just like everyone else.
Despite his objectionable attitude, she had to admit that Jake was a good looking man. Somewhere in his mid-forties, he was in very good shape as his tight fitting navy sweater was clearly meant to showcase. His salt and pepper hair was cut short and gave him an almost military look, while the small soul patch facial hair beneath his lower lip made him seem like an aging hipster artist.
Not long after the last of the guests arrived, the men were rounded up and swept away to their respective bedrooms. As she said goodbye to her husband, Megan's heart began to speed up, her earlier nervousness now joined by feelings of excitement and anticipation. When the hostess assigned her to room number four, she could feel her knees wobbling as she strode down the hallway, seconds away from finding out the identity of her new lover.
She turned the handle and slowly pushed open the door to room number four. The shaking in her knees immediately ceased and was replaced by a giant lump in her throat and a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Hello Megan. Come on in." Jake said with a mischievous grin.
As she shut the door behind her and entered the room she could feel her hands trembling. There was no doubt in her mind that he had somehow engineered their pairing, but she also knew that there was likely nothing she could do to change the situation -- short of walking out. It was not as if there was someone to complain to. He could tell by the look on her face that she was not impressed by the turn of events.
"Is something the matter my dear?" He asked, once again revelling in the uneasiness he was causing.
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. There was no way she was going to let him control the situation.
"Not at all," she snapped back as she tossed her purse onto the chair by the window. "Should there be?"
"I dunno," he replied with a slight chuckle. "By the look on your face I thought maybe you were thinking about backing out. Maybe all this is just too much for you. Maybe you and Paul are in over your heads."
She stared daggers at him as he spoke. He was trying to get a rise out of her by insulting both she and her husband. She had no intention of giving him the satisfaction.
"Shall we get started then?" She asked, ignoring his words as she stepped towards him.
Jake smiled devilishly, impressed at the game she was playing. His cock had been hard for her since he first saw her that night and he was even more aroused now that she was there and challenging him so.
"Absolutely." He replied as he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
Megan was not ready for the aggressiveness of his kiss, nor that of his hands as they slid around her back and waist and down onto her firm ass. His tongue pushed through her lips and swirled against hers as his hands groped at her body. She had no choice but to reciprocate his kiss and her body almost involuntarily sunk into his embrace as he pressed into her. When he finally pulled his lips from hers, she was short of breath and her head was spinning as a result of the sudden onslaught.
"Let's get a little more comfortable." He recommended as he swiftly pulled off his sweater, unveiling a toned and chiselled chest underneath. "Let me give you a hand."
She could feel her whole body quivering as he reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. As his eyes fixated on her body, she slowly and timidly began to lower the garment, gradually revealing a sassy, leopard print push-up bra that seemed to add at least two cup sizes and a maximum amount of cleavage.
"Very nice." He whistled as he took in the view.
As the dress slid down to her waist, Jake once again moved in. This time he placed both of his strong hands on either side of her face and pulled her in for another brief kiss. The dress fell to the floor just as his hands moved from her cheeks down to her shoulders and his lips left hers.
"On your knees." He ordered as his hands forcefully pushed down on her shoulders to force her action.
Megan could not believe the audacity of the sudden demand, nor how quickly he was able to undo his pants as she dropped down to her knees. Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock mere inches from her face. It was significantly larger than her husband's, both in length and thickness, and to her shame, she immediately found herself wondering if she would be able to take such a large specimen inside her pussy. He must have recognized the look in her eyes as he swiftly grabbed the back of her head and began directing her towards his manhood.
"Bigger than the old man's isn't it?" He remarked with a laugh. "Don't worry, you'll be able to take it."
She was unable to offer a reply as he pulled her face to face with his dick and she had no choice but to part her lips and accept it into her mouth. To her own amazement, there was no hesitation on her part and she immediately began bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked his cock. Her left hand quickly took hold of the base as she worked him with her mouth, and she was soon stroking him off in time with her sucking.
"That's it baby," he encouraged. "I knew you liked sucking cock."
While she did enjoy giving Paul a blow job, the comment was clearly meant to degrade her and she quickly glanced up at him with disapproving eyes as she continued pleasuring him orally.
"Oh yes baby," he continued. "Look up at me with those pretty eyes as you do it. Show me how much you like my cock in your mouth."
Jake's demeaning words appalled her to no end. Her husband never spoke to her like that during sex and she knew that this man meant them as the ultimate sign of disrespect towards her and as a symbol of his dominance. But despite her disgust at his attitude, she still refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her wilt before him, so she did just as he asked and stared up at him as she gave him a blow job, defiant in matching him in the battle for control.
She could feel his dick getting harder in her mouth the longer she pleasured him and she wondered to herself if the sexual servitude would be limited to the blow job and her taking his load down her throat. As he groaned in obvious satisfaction she thought that maybe he was already close to finishing, but she quickly realized that it was not the case. He reached down and intertwined one of his hands in the curls at the back of her head and began to dictate the pace of her movements.
"Rub your pussy while you do it." He told her as he began to pump his hips slightly back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head.
Megan's free hand immediately moved down in between her legs and slid inside her lace panties. She was amazed at how damp she already was. Her fingers twitched back and forth over her quickly swelling clit as she continued to glide her mouth back and forth on his shaft. She could feel the pace of his thrusting increasing and the grip he had on her hair tighten as his other hand made its way to the back of her head.
"Yes, that's it." He growled in pleasure. "Finger that dirty cunt while I fuck your face."
