A few weeks ago, my husband and I attended a dinner party hosted by his boss, Jordan, and his sexy wife, Nina. I thought there would be more people from the office in attendance, but to my surprise, Martin and I were the only guests that evening. I should have guessed because I’d heard all about their propensity for seduction and swinging.

One bottle of wine turned into two, and suddenly I found myself giggling while I used a napkin to dab at a red wine stain I’d accidentally created on Jordan’s slacks.

While I was distracted, Nina returned with yet another bottle.

“Oh, Angie,” Nina said with a throaty laugh. “If you wanted to touch my husband’s dick, you only had to ask.” She strode to where I sat on their luxe sofa and perched on the arm alongside me. “I should warn you, though,” she said, trailing one perfectly manicured fingernail along my jawline. “Jordan likes me to warm up his ladies before he takes the helm.”

Then the shameless flirt winked at my husband before adding, “Yeah, Martin knows.”

She looked at me intently, her hazel eyes sparkling as she said, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To let go and entrust your pleasure to me and my husband.”

She slid into the open seat next to me and rested her hand dangerously high on my thigh.

I looked back at Martin, who offered me a reassuring wink. We had swapped with other couples before, and he knew I loved my playtime with other wives.

With Martin on board, I unleashed my inner vixen and flirted back.

The plunging V-neck of Nina’s cocktail dress had called to me all evening. It barely contained her pert, perky breasts, and I admit I’d wished for the fabric to slip during dinner. I traced the edge of the shimmering material with my finger, gently tugging at the fabric in a few strategic places.

I looked up at Nina adoringly and promised, “I’m all yours.”

“And yours,” I added, looking at Jordan.

“But first, mine,” Nina reminded us.

She used the tip of her finger to tilt my chin up and swept her lips over my own. At first her kisses were chaste and sweet — quick little flutters that heightened my senses. Then she dove in deeper, using her tongue to tease the gap between my lips and urging me to welcome her inside.

“Your wife is splendid, Martin,” I heard Jordan say in the background. “I can’t wait to try her out myself.”

Normally, his presumptuous remark would have annoyed me, but that night I was far too caught up in Nina and her intoxicating aura to care. She was bold and elegant in an effortless way. She was vibrant and daring — and one hell of a fucking kisser. While her lips and tongue were busy putting me into a trance, her hands managed to remove my dress and expose my body.

I arched my back and shoved my breasts into Nina’s waiting hands. Her agile fingers danced over my skin, caressing my sensitive flesh. She measured their weight in her palms and gently massaged their tender undersides, then she swooped back up to pinch my nipples. As she played with my nubs, they stiffened until they were as firm as pencil erasers.

“Oh, Nina,” I sighed.

I reached up and ran my hands through her flowing locks. The strands slipped between my fingers, feeling like spun silk.

As I stroked her hair, Nina took one of my nipples into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the bud, and while her tongue tapped it, she suckled me softly. After lavishing one breast with attention, Nina turned to the other. She cupped the globe in her hand, gently caressing it while she directed my nipple to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and dashed across my nub, making my skin slippery with her saliva. When my flesh was glistening, Nina pulled back, pursed her lips and blew a puff of air over my moist skin.

I moaned and arched my back, thrusting my breasts toward her once more. She took advantage of my position and continued to tongue and suck my erect nipples. I whimpered with delight as she tormented me so sweetly and gradually urged me onto my back.

Down I went, landing softly in Jordan’s lap with the back of my neck resting against his thigh. I could feel the strength of his sculpted muscles beneath his designer jeans, and a surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I remembered he would be my next conquest.

Martin also seemed very aware of the fact, judging by his groans of approval.

Nina didn’t allow me much time to ruminate on my thoughts, though. She replaced her mouth with her hands, which massaged my breasts while she slithered down my body. Her lips grazed my skin as she traveled over my abdomen, dotting soft kisses on my tummy as she moved. As her mouth stayed busy, she tweaked my nipples, then she skimmed her hands from my breasts to my mound, caressing me lovingly on her journey south.

Nina’s fingers got to my gash before her lips. I hadn’t bothered with underwear that evening, so there was nothing between her and my cunt. She stroked and parted my dewy folds.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she cooed.

Nina looked up just long enough to meet her husband’s eyes and said, “Juicy and pink — just the way you like it, Jordan.”

She dipped her head and swiped her tongue from my asshole to just below my clit. When she neared my swollen button, she skirted around it. The minx was careful not to toy with it just yet. Then she sank several fingers inside of my snatch and sucked my clit between her lips.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. Her lips buzzed against my clit, creating a vibrating sensation that made my toes curl.

Jordan cleared his throat and asked, “How does she taste, my darling?”

Nina removed her lips from my slit just long enough to say, “Like ambrosia. Sweet, tart and decadent.”

Then she lowered her head again and continued to feast.

While Nina made a meal out of my pussy, her horny husband stroked my hair and my hubby whispered dirty encouragements. When things escalated to a fever pitch and my muscles began to twitch, Jordan moved a little lower and massaged my breasts.

The results were explosive. Thanks to Nina and Jordan’s joint effort, an orgasm was already roaring toward me like a freight train. They were an incredible team.

My fingers curled into the upholstery, and my ass lifted off of the cushion. The earth seemed to shift beneath me, setting me adrift in a churning sea of sensations. Throughout the whole experience, Nina’s lips never left my body. She steered me through the rolling waves of pleasure, keeping me on course until my breathing steadied and my limbs grew still.

Nina lifted her head and licked her lips, cleaning the remnants of my juice off of them.

“She’s ready for you,” she said to Jordan.

Nina stood and crossed the room to join Martin on the facing couch. She slipped into the seat next to him and immediately busied herself loosening his tie.

While Nina was busy undressing my husband, her spouse pulled me into his lap.

Jordan gently kissed my lips, then my neck. He moaned and softly murmured, “I can smell Nina on you.”

He peppered me with kisses, occasionally trading the soft expression of passion for tantalizing nibbles. Behind me, I heard his wife vocally admiring the girth of my husband’s cock. I was content to give myself over to Jordan, while Nina enjoyed Martin and his magic wand.

But Jordan didn’t want me to miss their show. His strong hands encircled my waist and swiveled my body. With my back to my lover, I could also watch Nina and Martin grope each other and make out. And while I enjoyed the sight, Jordan nipped my neck and manhandled my tits.

Jordan’s hands eventually wandered between my legs. Inch by inch, he crept closer to my slit as he stroked my thighs. He teased my pussy with the tips of his fingers, while his mouth roamed over my neck and shoulders.

“Yes, touch me,” I moaned encouragingly. I opened my legs wider and felt my body melt into Jordan’s lap. “Show me how a big boss takes charge.”

“You wanna to be my intern, little girl?” he joked in a throaty whisper.

“Yes,” I said in my most breathy voice. “Teach me how to climb your corporate ladder.”

I scooted my ass forward as I spoke, making my pussy collide with Jordan’s hand.

“I love an employee who shows initiative,” he said teasingly. He laid his digits over my slit and rested the heel of his palm on my clit. “So, so wet,” he muttered.

He played with my pussy, and I shivered as he fingered me. I nestled myself up against Jordan’s strong physique. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me close, then he drove two thick fingers deep inside my pussy.

“Oh yes,” he hissed. “Just perfect.” He pumped his fingers in and out of me and rocked his palm against my clit. “That’s right, open up for me.”

Jordan pistoned his digits into me harder, then he nudged me off his lap so he could open his jeans. Once his hard cock was free, he urged me to impale myself on his rod. I cried out as I sank down onto his erection, feeling his dick penetrate me deeply.

The second Jordan’s cock was fully seated inside me, he began bouncing me on his lap. He took control like any good leader would. Before long, we were both falling to pieces as we fell prey to our pleasure.

Watching Nina and Martin do the same only made it better. My husband was on top of his boss’s wife and nailing her good while she wailed. As they barreled toward their own releases, I was already thinking about who I was going to fuck next. I was craving some pussy, and I knew exactly who I wanted to taste.