Author's note: I haven't released anything in a while although I have a few stories written without endings and several concepts that I start writing and abandon. I think I've learnt more from it though and hope I can write something better in the future for it. So for now I'll release this, an older story that I got back to and gave an ending.
Everything starts off well for Lucy as she ventures into unexplored territory, before taking a nasty turn...
1.
Lucy adjusted herself in the dress she'd chosen for tonight, feeling a bit awkward and hoping that it didn't make her look too trashy. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was a whore. She also checked her makeup looked presentable in the passenger's mirror and fixed her ponytail, as her husband, Mark, turned the car into the street the address was on. She still couldn't believe that she had agreed to do this, let alone that it had been her who had suggested it. Well... that wasn't entirely true, her friend, Amy, had suggested it to her when she had told her about the troubles she was having with Mark. Lucy and Mark had been married for just over five years, but had gotten married when they were both way too young. She had been sixteen at the time and thought he was 'the one'. It was naive, passionate and young love that had slowly burned out over the years. But they still wanted to try and make it work.
It had been clear things weren't going in the right direction for a while, but it was when she found emails Mark had been receiving from a dating site where he had been chatting to other women, that they had finally confronted the issue. They had only ever been with each other and when Mark had asked her if she didn't ever wonder if there was something they could be missing out on, she had agreed that she had started to feel the same way too. They had tried counselling at first, but it was too expensive and didn't really seem to work for them. When Lucy had been chatting to Amy about their issues, she had suggested swinging to Lucy. At first Lucy had laughed the idea off as ridiculous. But the suggestion had stuck with her. If they both wanted to know what it was like with other people, but didn't want to get divorced, wasn't this the best choice? It'd just be sex and they could do it together, maybe it was just what their sex lives needed to spice things up.
She had read about it online some more before bringing it up with Mark, who after realising she was serious, had agreed that he would be up for it too. They had spoken about it and decided that they'd prefer an event with lots of other couples. That way if they wanted to they'd feel more able to change their mind, they could just watch if they wanted to and leave without feeling awkward. The only problem then was finding somewhere to do it. There were a few ads online, but she didn't want to show up and have everyone be overweight and middle aged. She was attractive, in her early twenties and in shape, as was Mark, surely there had to be people meeting up of a similar age and attractiveness that did this stuff too right?
They had begun to look for other couples online, but none seemed right and after rejecting the hundredth offer from a single guy to fuck Lucy while Mark watched she had almost given up hope. Until one day she had mentioned it to her friend, Amy again, the one who had originally suggested the idea. She'd given Lucy a knowing grin and written down an email address for her, telling her to mention Amy's name as a referee and had assured Lucy that it was
exactly
what her and Mark were looking for. She'd had to send a couple of photos of herself and Mark to the other person to prove that they were the right sort of clientele and agree to a bunch of terms, such as both of them going for a health check-up, that they'd both turn up clean, groomed and dressed well. After that he'd given them the address and told them a date and time.
They stepped out of the car and Lucy hesitated before closing the door. She looked at herself once more in the wing mirror; her dress was a strapless black number that showed off her subtle curves and slim figure. She was still obviously young, but had the face of someone clearly in her twenties, though it looked good on her, with her more define cheek bones and jaw line that would perhaps look a little severe if it didn't look so delicate on her. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and the only make up she wore that was obvious was mascara to draw attention to her long lashes and light blue eyes. It had been a long time since she'd dressed up to try and catch a man's attention and right now that was making her feel even more nervous. She had a sudden fear that everyone inside would be supermodels and she'd look completely ridiculous, even if she was hot, she couldn't compete with that, what if... she shook her train of thought off those tracks and took a deep breath. She took hold of Mark's hand and as they walked up to the door she gave a playful, nervous grin to Mark,
"How do I look?"
He grinned back and leaned in to kiss her softly,
"
Very
fuckable."
He said with a smirk. He didn't catch the look of slight annoyance from her though. She didn't like it when he was so vulgar, he could have said she was beautiful, or sexy. She pushed those feelings aside too though, it didn't really matter what words he used if it meant the same thing, did it? Besides, that
was
what they were there for after all, so wasn't that how she wanted to look? He rang the bell and Lucy felt her heart skip a few beats, this was insane, what was she thinking?
2.
Mark and her had been welcomed in by the wife of the man who owned the house, she was a bit older than either her or Mark, but had a look of wealth about her that made Lucy wonder if perhaps money did a little to alleviate the requirements on looks she'd been told about. Not that the woman was unattractive, but until she'd seen several other guests walking around, she had been slightly worried that Amy had over sold the event. The other guests were fairly attractive too and looked to be a similar age to Lucy and Mark, which made Lucy relax, not supermodels, but definitely 'fuckable' as Mark would put it.
The woman was pleasant, explained some basic things, such as downstairs being for socialising and that anything else more serious should be taken upstairs, but that the top floor was off limit to guests this evening. She had left them then to welcome a couple she had obviously met before. So her and Mark made their way inside the house, into the living room area, she glanced at Mark and she was glad that he looked as nervous as she felt.