Finding a new couple to play with was intensely appealing, but these old pros never expected to fall for their new partners in passion.

We’d been swinging for nearly seven years when something amazing happened. Parrish and I had created the type of lifestyle where we could attend parties, pick up another couple, play with them, and move on. Then this magical thing occurred, something I could not have predicted. Something I never saw coming.

What remarkable thing took place? Simple.

We fell in love.

Of course, we were already in love with each other. Madly. I believe only two people who are extremely comfortable with one another, who care about each other’s feelings intimately, could maintain the type of fiery lifestyle we share. It takes a special type of love for me to be able to watch Parrish fuck another woman. It takes a certain kind of emotional understanding for Parrish to watch me spread my pussy lips wide open while another man goes down on me. I both understand and respect the bond we have.

But this was different. This was new.

I think we spotted Roger and Danielle at almost the same time. We’d come to the party to play, and we’d been surveying the scene together. That’s how we always began. There was no need to rush for us. We would take our time, check out the attendees, and make our decision together. Going slow was always part of the enjoyment for me. I liked taking the time to consider the women and men, how they interacted as a couple — and how I imagined them interacting with me and my man. Sometimes, it took a while for me to develop an attraction to someone. Other times, it was instantaneous.

When I saw Danielle, it was definitely the latter. I felt a powerful jolt throughout my body. I was suddenly hyperaware of her every move, her every gesture. I was utterly captivated by her. She was dressed simply, wearing a strapless gown made of the palest pink fabric — a hue that was the color of clouds at sunset. Most of the other women in the room were wearing black — myself included. I’m not sure what it is about swingers parties that leads people to choose hipster black attire. But Danielle had definitely not gotten that particular memo. She wore her long, tawny hair up in an elegant French twist, and a dainty choker made of pearls was around her neck. In a word, she was stunning.

“I sighed as my nipples hardened under his tentative caress.”

In fact, she looked almost too perfect, too sweet, for a party like this. While the evening began with a sense of casual decorum, that vibe did not last long. And by the time I’d spotted Danielle, the evening had already taken a turn for the dirty. Off in one corner, two couples were already going at it, hands roaming as each pair kissed wildly. By the fireplace, two other couples overlapped in such a fashion that I could not immediately decipher who was doing what to whom, but all parties seemed infinitely pleased with the direction the evening was headed. Whatever those lovers were up to, the sounds of ecstasy emanating from their little heavenly corner of the party were mesmerizing. Their soft vocalizations were creating a delicious soundtrack to the decadent thoughts that were swirling within my mind.

While all of these carnal machinations were gearing up, Danielle stood with a punch glass in her hand. I saw her sweep her head slowly back and forth to take in her surroundings. She looked as if she’d jump a mile if you touched her. I knew I’d have to approach her carefully. I tried to see what she was seeing, tried to imagine the party from a newbie’s point of view. In between furtive glances at Danielle, I looked around, myself.

There were couples talking on the sofas, gathered by the buffet table, and moving in and out of the large, open kitchen. The most noticeable were the four lovers fucking by the fireplace, and when Danielle’s eyes widened as she watched them, I looked their way, as well.

I stared at them, even tilting my head to figure it all out — oh, yes, the blonde pixie had her mouth on the pussy of a redhead, who in turn was blowing a handsome brunet while the final member of the party seemed to be stroking all the different players at once.

Then there was Danielle, sipping from her punch cup, looking as if she might be about to speak at a ladies’ tea but at the same time seeming riveted by the erotic entanglements that were unfolding before her. I glanced to her left and spied her man. They were quite obviously together. He was right at her side, and he seemed to be in both a protective stance and a proud frame of mind. He had a reason to be proud to be with a woman as gorgeous as she was, but he was something to behold, as well. My eyes had been focused on his partner, but now I turned my attention to him, wondering what it would be like to kiss him and if his cock was as handsome as the rest of him.

It was at that moment that Parrish let me know he’d noticed the couple, too. He whispered to me, “You’ve already picked your prey, haven’t you?”

He asked this because when we go to parties, Parrish likes me to make the first move. He lets me survey the crowd and says he can tell in an instant when I’ve set my sights on my target. Once we’re in agreement, he sets me loose. It turns him on to see me on the prowl, using my charm, my wiles, to flirt with and seal the deal with a new set of lovers. But I have to say that I had a feeling right then, a feeling already, that this experience was going to be something new, something different. That this night was going to end in a totally different fashion from previous sex parties we’d attended.

While her mate was attractive, I wanted to touch Danielle. That was my first instinct. I wanted to go to her and take the cup from her hands, then put those hands around my waist, so that our bodies were pressed together. I didn’t care about the rest of the scene. I didn’t have to look for anyone else. I wanted Danielle, and I wanted her man, and I wanted…

“Go on,” Parrish urged. “Work your magic, baby.”

I took a deep breath, needing courage for some strange reason. At all the other parties, I’ve been amped up with excitement and anticipation, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Previously, I’d always had the feeling that if one connection didn’t take, there would be another one right around the corner — in the next room or on the next bed. Parrish and I have never gone home unsatisfied.

But I felt different now, oddly shy — scared of being shot down, in fact. I wanted this couple like I’d wanted no one else. As I approached them, I recognized the emotions I was feeling. This was the exact way I’d felt when I’d met Parrish for the first time. The butterfly nerves, the jangling in my head. I had seen him at a friend’s party — not a swingers party, not then — and I had felt an instant connection. I’d been drawn to him, to his winning smile and cobalt eyes, to the way he seemed to light up the room with his gestures and his baritone laugh. I’d had the worry — the crazy fear — that he might not understand. That he might not realize we were supposed to be together.

Luckily, he had felt the same spark I had. I hoped that lightning would strike twice, that the couple would feel the same way I did.

At the punch bowl, I stood next to Danielle and forced myself to make the first parry. I said, “I love your necklace. It’s so beautiful. Are those freshwater pearls?”

Danielle looked grateful that I was talking to her. From the look she gave me, I realized I’d been correct in my initial assessment — she had dressed like that, she was standing like that, she was flushed like that, because this was her first time. I didn’t know this for certain, of course, but I had a solid feeling that she was a newcomer to the lifestyle.

“Yes,” she said. “My husband, Roger, gave it to me for my birthday.”

Her hand went instinctively to her throat, and she traced the baubles with her fingertips. I took a risk. I brought my own hand to her slender throat, and I followed after her fingers, touching each pearl, letting my hand graze the soft skin beneath, as well. Danielle shivered, and I kissed her. I didn’t even think about it. I pressed my lips to her lips. I tasted the fruity punch and breathed in to sample her delicate perfume.

“He gripped me and pumped forward. My body enveloped him.”

This wasn’t something strange to do at a party like this. Obviously, other couples were getting up to much naughtier antics than a mere peck by the punch bowl. But the kiss felt bold and transgressive, and the gesture turned me on in a way that made me feel as if I were the newbie. Her mouth on mine somehow had made me the innocent. Our tongues tangled for only a second or two, but I felt my heart pounding, my pussy growing wetter.

When we parted, I saw her husband staring at me. His eyes glittered in the dim light. He seemed more than pleased to have witnessed what I guessed was his wife’s first girl-girl kiss. He extended his hand, and I shook it, introducing Parrish and myself.

“First-timers?” Parrish asked, having easily summed up the situation himself.

“That obvious?” Roger asked. He looked abashed.

“You’re a little overdressed,” I said, “and you’re lurking by the punch table. You’re either new or watchers — no harm in either case. We can go sit on the sofa and talk if you’d like to go slow.”

“I don’t want to go slow,” Danielle said in a shocking outburst of emotion that won a surprised laugh from her husband and a coy grin from me. “I don’t,” she said emphatically. To me, she added, “We’ve talked about doing something like this for more than two years. We’re finally here. We’re really doing it! I don’t want to go slow at all! I want to go fast.”

Parrish took charge then. Since we’d been to parties at this location before, he knew the lay of the land. With his hand on Roger’s shoulder, he led us down a hall toward the wing of guest rooms. I knew he was taking us to the largest bedroom at the end. Nobody had made it this far yet, to this portion of the house. The real party was only just starting. Danielle talked to me as we walked.

“I saw you when you came in,” she said, her voice quavering with undeniable excitement. “I was hoping you’d come over.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” I said, feeling similarly aroused. “You looked so pretty. So perfect.”

“Well, that’s the whole thing,” she said, and I thought I caught a hint of an accent to her voice. A lazy, almost indistinct drawl. I wanted to close my eyes and listen to her speak for hours, hear her tell me all of her fantasies, all of her secrets. “What does one wear to a swinger party?” she continued. “You look perfect.” She indicated the black sheath dress I was wearing. “But I didn’t know what was expected. That’s what I spent all afternoon trying to figure out. I couldn’t call any of my friends for advice. Roger said to wear something kinky, but I don’t own anything kinky. At least, I think. I don’t even know what that means! Anyway, I chose my favorite dress. I thought that would work out best. But then I got here and I stood out like…”

“A flower,” I said, before she could put herself down. “You stood out like a rose in a field of wheat.”

We were at the bedroom, and I realized that Roger and Parrish had been talking while we ladies chatted. Once in the room, Roger cleared his throat and said, “We’ve never done anything like this. I told your husband. But we are totally game. So if you don’t mind leading the way…”

“Parrish loves to lead,” I said quickly.

Parrish gave me his trademark smirk. Then he said, “There are many different ways to swing. Some couples like to split up, and then they share what happened with each other afterward. Others make sure they’re always in the same room at the same time. Then there are couples who do a little of both — just to keep things interesting.”

“And you?” Danielle asked. “What do you like to do?”

“Everything,” I said. And I kissed her again. I kissed her because this was taking too long. I wanted her naked. I wanted to be between her legs, sucking on her clit. Then I wanted to watch my husband fuck her. While he was fucking her, I wanted her husband to fuck me… merely the thoughts of what we were going to do, how we might play, had gotten me hot all over.

So hot that I pulled the zipper on my black dress and disrobed without any warning.

Roger sucked in his breath. I had the feeling that although he and his wife had decided they were going to make this fantasy of theirs come true, he hadn’t thought it would actually happen until right this second. There I was, standing in my shiny leather boots, sheer stockings and panties, one hand on my hip, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up. I enjoyed the feeling of those eyes on me. I knew my man was pleased I’d taken the leap.

Danielle was next. She managed to surprise me with her moxie. At my lead, she undid her pink pouf of a dress, and then she let the garment fall away. I almost giggled when I saw that she wore a strapless bra-and-panty set that was nearly the same exact pink of her dress. She had really planned the whole event.

Roger looked at me, and I took pity on him and came forward. I helped him out of his clothes, all the way down to his red silk boxers, and then I put his hands on my naked breasts.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You’re allowed to touch. You’re allowed to lick, to nibble, to even bite gently. That’s why we’re all here.”

Eyes ablaze, Roger did what I said. He stroked my breasts, and I sighed as my nipples hardened under his tentative caress. I still wanted to get between his wife’s luscious thighs, but I had no problem playing with Roger first. While he touched me, I did a little touching myself. I cradled his cock through his boxers, and I was delighted to find the length and hefty girth that awaited me. There was a growing wet spot on the front of the fabric. He was leaking pre-come.

“Danielle bought me these,” he told me, his voice almost a moan. “Last Valentine’s Day. I’ve never worn them before.” He was indicating the boxers, and I thought that he’d chosen his sexiest pair of undershorts for this special night. And now they were growing all sticky. He didn’t seem to mind, though. Especially when I pulled his boxers down and went on my knees. I bobbed my head up and down his cock with great interest, happily learning the way his dick felt between my lips, growing accustomed to the length of him, to the way he tasted.

There was a flavor there, a deliciousness that made me curious. I started to wonder.

A desperate sigh behind me made me release Roger and turn. Parrish had Danielle on the bed. He’d pulled her panties down, and he was about to do the very thing I’d been dreaming of. In a rush, I urged him out of the way, eliciting a surprised gasp from Danielle as I was the one to lick her pouty pussy.

Roger seemed to appreciate my enthusiasm for his wife’s split. He took his boxers all the way off and then got next to me on the bed. In a conspiratorial tone he said, “She tastes like nectar. I could eat her for hours.”

After my first sip of her, I knew what he meant. I pressed my face to her, and I began to lap up her abundant juices. I also realized what I’d noticed on Roger’s dick was the taste of Danielle. That made sense to me. The couple hadn’t been able to wait for the party before engaging in a little erotic play.

“I got so turned on today,” she confessed as I worked her. “I made myself come three times while imagining what might happen when we got here.”

“You did, huh?” That was Parrish asking, desiring more detail.

“Yeah,” she said, sounding excited and embarrassed at the same time. “I was trying on dresses all day long, and when I couldn’t come up with the right outfit, I just lay on the bed and touched myself while imagining…”

“What?” Parrish said, and his voice was husky. The two men were on either side of us. I could bet that Danielle’s husband was as eager to learn about her fantasies as my man was. “What did you imagine, Danielle?” Parrish asked my pretty new plaything.

“When we’ve talked about swinging in the past,” Danielle whispered, “it’s only been this fantasy, a make-believe scenario. But I was thinking of what would happen. Actually making love to another man or woman… or both. The realness of what we were going to do turned me on so much that I…”

“Fucked your husband before you even got here,” I said, coming up for air. Both Roger and Danielle looked shocked that I knew. I let them in on my secret right away. “His dick tastes of your pussy,” I said, and I resumed my oral onslaught while my husband instructed Roger what to do next.

It was a turn-on to hear the men talk. I listened as Parrish said, “Fuck her while she’s licking your wife. Stick your dick in her now. It will make her come. I promise.”

He was right. I was already so turned on, but my poor pussy was desperate for attention. Roger got behind me and slid my panties to the side. His dick was wet from my mouth — and even wetter when it met the juices awaiting him. He gripped me around the waist and pumped fiercely forward. My body enveloped him, welcoming him inside. I heard him talk to his wife, and I could guess he was looking into her eyes as he fucked me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to Danielle.

“You look so lovely, sweetheart. But you’d look even better with his dick in your mouth.” And that’s when Danielle turned to take in Parrish’s meat. I didn’t have to watch to know what was going on right now. Danielle was blowing my husband. I was sucking on Danielle’s split. And Roger was buried balls-deep in my own pussy. I continued to lap at Danielle’s aromatic pussy while Roger plowed me. Then suddenly, Danielle came. It was unexpected because I did not know the key to her body yet. I didn’t anticipate what would happen. She clenched her thighs tight against me, and she bucked up to meet my tongue. Then she was coming, her whole body shaking, her cries muffled by the thickness of Parrish’s cock.

She pulled away from me, unable to take any more stimulation, but she didn’t let go of my husband’s rod. I watched as she anchored his cock with her fist around the base of his shaft, and she bestowed a beautiful blowjob upon him.

Roger witnessed the whole thing, and when Danielle moved aside and said, “Parrish, I want you to come all over me — come on my tits and on my face,” both men went off like rockets. I felt Roger shooting inside me as I witnessed Parrish climaxing all over Danielle.

I was the last holdout. The last hurrah. Danielle, new to this world, but clearly not new to the concept of pleasure, reached one hand under my body and used the tip of her pointer to stroke my clit. That sweet, satiny touch sent me into my own personal stratosphere. I cried out my bliss and then settled down on the bed, feeling Roger pulling out of me, sensing the heat and desire in the ambiance of the room.

“I want you to come all over me — come on my tits and on my face.”

We’d finished round one. That was all. There were so many more ways we could connect. So many different positions to try. Danielle wiped her face and said, “This was what I wanted. This was my ultimate fantasy.”

Parrish kissed her gently on one cheek. Roger kissed her other.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curled up by her toes, ready for more — ready for a whole lifetime of more.

“I wanted to play,” she said. “I wanted to find another couple who would want to fuck us. But I wanted it to be just like this.” She moved then, so she could kiss me — really kiss me — and then she said what I was feeling, “Love at first swing.”

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