Chapter 1: The Interview

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Wife Watching, BDSM, Spanking, Light Bond, Humiliation, Swinging, Group Sex, Polygamy/Polyamory, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Fisting, Sex Toys, Enema, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Interview - About six months after we got married, Jason and I decided we wanted to try swinging. When I saw the ad for the club, I felt I'd struck gold. They had rules, and all the swinging was done at organized parties'"no phone numbers or last names exchanged. It seemed like the perfect situation. But was this the opportunity of a lifetime, or a disaster waiting to happen?

About six months after we got married, Jason and I decided we wanted to try swinging. I think it was originally his idea, but I was the one who pursued it. I picked up swinger magazines and perused the personals in the paper, hoping to find a couple like us who wanted to swap, or maybe a bisexual woman to join us in our bed. But when I saw the ad for the club, I felt I'd struck gold. They had rules, the ad said, that were strictly enforced, and an even ratio of men to women. Single people were permitted to join only if they brought a friend of the opposite sex along with them. Members were required to provide proof of a negative HIV test every six months, condoms were mandatory, and all the swinging was done at organized parties—no phone numbers or last names exchanged. It seemed like the perfect situation.

I called the local number on a Tuesday and arranged an interview with the organizers that Thursday evening, and Jason and I could hardly wait to meet them.

When we arrived at their office, a small, tastefully decorated storefront space, we weren't even sure we'd found the right place. The lettering on the glass door read simply, "SC Productions — By Appointment Only." I was getting cold feet and suggested we just go home and forget about it, but Jason insisted we keep our appointment. If we had any misgivings after meeting Kiera and her husband, he said, we didn't have to join their club. On the other hand, we might just be standing at the door to the most exciting opportunity of our lives.

Inside, a nicely dressed thirty-ish woman sat behind a large cherry wood desk. She was beautiful, with long red hair, alabaster skin, and catlike green eyes that looked stunning with the burgundy silk blouse she wore. She looked up as we came through the door, then smiled warmly and stood up. "You must be Dani," she said to me, extending her hand. I accepted it, nodding agreement, and marveled at the softness of her fingertips as they lightly brushed my palm. "I'm Kiera," she said. "And this is Jason?"

"Hi," Jason said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Very nice to meet both of you," she returned. "Ryan's waiting for us in the conference room. Can I get either of you a drink before we go in? We have fresh coffee and a full bar."

"Coffee, please," Jason said. "I don't drink." I wanted something a little stronger to calm my nerves. Kiera poured a cup of coffee for him and mixed a screwdriver for me at the counter behind her desk, then led us down a narrow hallway to a closed door. She smiled again and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be nervous," she told me. "Ryan doesn't bite ... unless you ask nicely."

"What about you?" Jason wanted to know.

She let her eyes wander over him and licked her lips. "I might."

He raised an eyebrow at me and touched my hand as Kiera opened the door. The "conference room" looked more like an expensive hotel room (minus the ugly art). There was a king size canopy bed directly opposite the door, draped with sheer burgundy veils. On either side was a glossy black nightstand with three drawers, and on each of those was a tall burgundy taper candle, already lit. In the corner to the left of the door was a cozy arrangement of black leather furniture—two loveseats positioned adjacent to each other, with a glass-topped end table at the junction. On the table was a thick burgundy pillar candle and a glass tumbler half full of what could be whiskey.

On the loveseat that faced us sat a tall, slender man dressed in black slacks and a charcoal grey sweater. His bare feet rested on the round glass coffee table in front of him. His tousled brown hair was cut short in back with longer layers on top, his bangs hanging seductively over large dark-chocolate eyes. I had to catch my breath when I saw him, and Jason glanced curiously at me.

"Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet Jason and Dani," Kiera told him, then turned back to us. "This is my husband, Ryan."

He regarded us coolly for a few seconds, then stood and walked over to stand beside his wife, towering over all of us. At roughly six-foot-two, he was easily six or seven inches taller than both Jason and myself, and we were no more than an inch shorter than Kiera. He shook hands with Jason first, then turned to me and took my right hand in his. "I'm very pleased to meet both of you," he said in a soft, smoky voice, and raised my hand to his lips. He kissed the back of it as I expected, but then he rolled it over and kissed my palm, too, touching it lightly with the tip of his tongue. I shivered, and he let go and finally smiled, which made me shiver again.

Kiera cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows at her husband. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you, baby?" she said mildly.

Ryan turned his killer smile on her. "Maybe a little."

I looked at Jason, but he didn't seem the least disturbed. He was busy checking out our hostess. I smiled to myself, thinking he'd been right about keeping this appointment.

"We do have some paperwork to do," Kiera told us, and Ryan groaned. She laughed at him. "Relax, babe, it's the part you like. Dani and I did the boring part over the phone."

"Oh, good." He took my hand again and led me to the loveseat he'd occupied a few minutes before, dropping into his former position and patting the cushion beside him. I sat down, and he looked up at his wife. "Well?"

Kiera rolled her eyes and smiled apologetically at Jason. "Forgive him," she said. "Subtlety is not his strong suit. Have a seat, and I'll join you in a second."

Jason watched her walk toward the desk in the other corner and ran a hand through his black hair, making some of his long bangs stick out at odd angles, then went to the empty loveseat and started to sit down at the end nearest the table. Ryan quickly seized his arm. "No," he said firmly. "Sorry, sweets, you have to sit over there."

Glancing at me, Jason asked, "Why?"

"That's the rule," our host told him. "We can't have you copying each other's answers."

"Answers to what?"

Ryan flashed his smile again. "You'll see."

When Kiera returned with two clipboards, Ryan took one from her and handed it to me, then let his hand come to rest on my right knee. His wife gave the other board to Jason as she sat down beside him, and he raised an eyebrow at her when she slid her arm around his shoulders. "Are you ready to be honest?" she asked close to his ear.

"Sure," he said warily. "What is this?"

"Our questionnaire," she explained. "We use this to determine which parties you'll be interested in, so nobody winds up where they don't want to be."

Now he turned his head and looked at her directly. "What do you mean, which parties?"

"Well, it takes all kinds," she said, smiling, "so we have all kinds of parties. Some are fairly tame, and some can get pretty wild. We need to know what you like—"

"And what you might like," Ryan interjected.

She glanced sideways at him and continued, "Yes, that too. So we can invite you to the parties you'll really enjoy."

"That's what it's all about," her husband added, turning to look at me. "Everybody really enjoying themselves." His hand slid a few inches up my thigh and then back to my knee while his eyes held mine. I couldn't look away.

"Okay," I heard Jason say. "So why can't we see each other's answers?"

"Because people lie to their partners," Ryan whispered, lowering his gaze to my mouth.

"We find that people are more open about their fantasies," Kiera said, "when they know their partners won't find out how kinky they really are."

I heard Jason draw in a sharp breath and wondered fleetingly what she might have done to him, but Ryan kissed me then, and my attention was fully refocused on him. His lips felt as soft and full as they looked, and his fingertips played lightly over my cheek and down the side of my neck before returning to my thigh—a little higher than before. He touched my upper lip with the tip of his tongue for only a second, then pulled back and smiled. "Unless they end up at all the same parties," he said then.

"What?" Jason demanded. "Are you saying we won't be going to these things together?"

"Well, that's up to you," Ryan said, turning to look at him. "You're certainly not required to attend any of them, so you can choose not to go if your partner's not invited. However..." he took a sip of his drink, "you're not allowed to go if you're not invited."

I leaned forward enough to see Jason, and his deep green eyes narrowed a little as he studied our host thoughtfully. "I see," he said after a moment.


Kiera played with the back of Jason's hair where it touched his collar. She had turned toward him and now sat with her right leg bent over his left. He seemed not to notice while the two men regarded each other. Finally, he said, "You're planning to fuck my wife, aren't you?"

"Not tonight," Ryan told him. "And you're not fucking mine tonight either."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't have your tests." He swallowed the rest of his whiskey and set the tumbler back on the end table. "We don't fuck anybody without a test."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Kiera crooned, kissing Jason's neck. "You'll get to see ours, too."

"So," Ryan went on, cocking his head slightly, "are you going to fill out the questionnaires, or have you changed your minds already?"

Jason looked at me. "What do you think?"

I felt Ryan's fingertips lightly stroking the seam of my slacks about halfway up my inner thigh. Trying to appear nonchalant, I shrugged. "I don't see any reason not to," I said. "I mean, we don't have to go to any of the parties if we don't want to."

"Exactly," Ryan agreed and moved his hand a little higher. "But you won't get a chance if you don't fill those out."

Nodding slowly, Jason licked his lips and gave his attention back to our hostess, who was still kissing his neck. He reached up into the back of her hair and turned his face toward hers, then kissed her passionately on the mouth, obviously using his tongue. I glanced at her husband, but he only smiled knowingly and then ignored them. To me, he said, "There are no right or wrong answers here, so you don't have to worry about making a mistake." "What?" I said blankly, preoccupied with the scene on the other couch.

Ryan tapped the clipboard I was still holding and pressed his lips close to my ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered. "I promise you won't shock me."

At last, I looked at the questionnaire, which consisted of several pages. On the first was a long list of sexual activities and fetishes, each preceded by a short blank line. The instructions advised me to mark each blank with a number—0, 1, or 2—to identify my level of interest in that activity. Zeros would indicate no interest, while ones were meant to imply curiosity. I skimmed the list, very aware of his eyes on me, then reached for the pencil that was tucked behind the clip. He laid his right hand on top of mine as I slid the pencil out, and he gently pushed it back. I swallowed hard, and he pulled it out again. "I'm sorry," he murmured, releasing me. "Go ahead."

He watched in silence for a few moments while I marked the lines, and then he ran his finger about two-thirds of the way down the middle column and stopped. "I want to do that to you," he breathed in my ear. "Do you know what that is?" I wasn't sure I understood the term, so I shook my head, expecting him to explain it to me. Instead, he said, "You'll like it—especially if I do it."

I had a strong suspicion that he was right, whatever it was, so I asked instead, "Do you do it to your wife?"

"Baby, I do it to everybody." He licked the side of my neck, just below my ear. "And they all love it." I wrote a two on the line, and he smiled and kissed me, then asked, "See anything you want to do to me?"

This time, I decided to leave him guessing, so I just smiled and went back to the list. He laughed softly but said nothing. I heard Kiera giggle and wondered what was happening over there, but it seemed unfair to ask, since Ryan and I were having our own private party.

"Seriously," Jason said, "I think you should add that to the list."

She shushed him, and he laughed.

Ryan rolled his brown eyes. "I need a refill," he announced, standing. "Anyone else?" He looked at my drink, still mostly full on the coffee table, and shook his head. "You do," he told me, handing me the glass. "Finish it quick, and I'll get you another one."

Although I don't normally respond well to orders, something about him made me want to do as he said. I took the glass from him and drained it quickly, and he leaned down to kiss me when he took it back. "Don't go away," he whispered.

When he left the room, I looked over and saw that Kiera's left hand had wandered far into Jason's lap, and she was rubbing him through his tight black jeans. It seemed as though they hadn't noticed Ryan at all, either when he spoke or when he left. I considered following him out to the front office, wondering if they'd notice me, but I still had a questionnaire to finish. Turning the page, I found a number of multiple choice questions concerning such things as how many orgasms I might reasonably be expected to have and what kind of undergarments I wore (if any). Contemplating what Ryan's answers might be, I marked mine and turned to the next page.

More multiple choice, the first having to do with visual stimuli—"I would be aroused by watching (blank) have (blank) sex. (Circle all that apply.)" My options for the first variable were: (a) a straight couple; (b) two men;© two women; (d) an interracial couple; (e) a group of three or more. For the second blank, I could choose from missionary, doggie-style, manual, oral, or anal. I decided to come back to that one.

After several questions about masturbation as well as various other stimuli, I reached the last page, where I discovered only three questions. The first was open response, asking me to describe any fantasy I might have that was not covered in the previous three pages; I left it blank. The second question was far simpler, although it had two parts. I was asked first to circle yes or no to the proposition of having sex with Kiera, and then the same with Ryan. I answered yes to the second part without hesitation, then looked over at our hostess again. She really was gorgeous, and Jason appeared to be enjoying her immensely. I watched her undo the last button on his shirt, then brush it aside and lick his left nipple while she continued to rub his jeans. When he looked up and caught me watching, he smiled sheepishly for a second before his eyes rolled back.

When Ryan returned with our glasses, he pushed the door closed and stood still, watching his wife with an unreadable expression. After a moment, he looked at me, pressed a finger to his lips, and set the tumblers on the floor, then moved to the end of the loveseat. Kiera took her right hand from Jason's hair and used it instead to cover his eyes, while Ryan reached down and smoothly replaced her left hand with his own, stroking the bulge in my husband's jeans. My jaw dropped, and Ryan winked at me. A few seconds later, he let her go back to stroking while he took over licking Jason's chest. Kiera smiled over her shoulder and blew me a kiss, then gently pushed Ryan away.

He picked up the drinks again and returned to his seat with a wicked smile. Setting the glasses on the coffee table, he turned and kissed me, this time easing his tongue into my mouth. So far, I'd been simply playing along, too nervous to let go. But now I couldn't hold back. I reached up with both hands and ran my fingers through his silky brown hair, then pulled him closer, sucking hungrily at his tongue. He wrapped his arms around me, caressing my back while my right hand explored the front of his sweater. Beneath the ultra-soft velour, the muscles in his chest and abdomen were hard and well defined, and I longed to feel them against me. I wanted him like I hadn't wanted anybody since I met Jason.

Perhaps sensing my thoughts, Ryan suddenly reached between us and tugged the bottom of his sweater up to his chest. I tried to touch his belly, but he seized my wrist and pulled his head back. "No," he whispered, gazing into my eyes. "Take it off me." I nodded, and he let me go. He cooperated, raising his arms above his head while I peeled his shirt off, then abruptly pulled me onto his lap and embraced me once more. He let me touch him now while he dipped his head to lick my neck, and I caressed his smooth, bare chest with enthusiasm.

Pushing his strong fingers up into the back of my hair, he held my head still and pressed his lips to my ear. "Did you answer all the questions?" he murmured.

"Almost," I said, nearly panting.

"Mm, almost doesn't count," he admonished. "Can I help you finish?"

I nodded, and he managed to reposition me with such a fluid series of movements that I barely had time to register what was happening. Then I sat with my back to his chest, his arms encircling my waist, and I could feel his erection against my ass. He lightly brushed the back of my neck with his lips and slid his hands upward until his thumbs grazed the undersides of my breasts. "Show me what you've got," he directed. It took me just a second to realize what he meant, and then I retrieved the clipboard from the arm of the sofa. Rather than take it from me, he let me hold it while he perused my responses, stopping when he reached the last page. "What's this? No fantasies?" he whispered then. "I'm very disappointed, Dani. How can I fulfill them if you won't share them with me?"

"I will," I promised, though I had no idea what I'd tell him.

"Of course you will," he agreed. "Next time you come here, I want at least one in writing. Okay?"


He rewarded me with a lingering kiss behind my right ear, then another just above my shirt collar as he pointed to the circled "Yes" beside his name. "Good girl," he crooned. "Now look over there."

He didn't need to tell me where. I looked at the other loveseat and saw Jason on his back with Kiera sitting on top of him, straddling his pelvis. His black button-down shirt was gone, and her blouse hung open, revealing a lacy white bra that gently supported her firm breasts and fully camouflaged only her nipples. Jason's pale hands were at rest on her hips while she rocked them back and forth, and he gazed up at her pretty face with blatant desire.

"Now that's beautiful," Ryan breathed against my neck. He ran the backs of his first two fingers slowly under my chin and asked, "Can you honestly tell me you don't want some of that?" While he awaited my response, his fingers changed direction, trailing ever so lightly downward to my sternum, where my bra was fastened. There he stopped and pivoted his hand, cradling my right breast. I took a deep breath as he brought it up to cover the entire mound, then exhaled sharply when he began to squeeze. A few seconds later, his left hand mirrored his right, and he kneaded my flesh urgently.

As if on cue, Kiera turned her feline eyes to me and licked her lips.

"You do, don't you?" Ryan said, and now he started to roll his hips beneath me, pushing his hard cock against my ass while he poured his hot breath down my chest. He wasn't really asking me, though; he was telling me. "Yes," he continued, his right hand gliding down to rest between my thighs. Through my grey slacks and red thong, he found my clit and teased it with the tip of his middle finger. "You want to fuck her," he said in a low voice, "because I want you to fuck her."

By this time, I had begun to acknowledge the hypnotic power of his sultry voice, and I realized that he could direct me to kiss my own ass, and I'd probably break my back trying. "Tell me you will," he commanded, tapping the clipboard. I circled the answer he wanted, and he whispered, "I can't wait to watch."

Finally, I read the last item on the questionnaire. It was not a question but a statement: "A minimum of one hour of orientation is required before initiates are granted membership and permitted free participation in party activities. Organizers will accompany initiates to said orientation and will remain on standby until such time as both initiates complete or opt out of orientation. Initiates who opt out must attend an interview with the organizers in order to be reconsidered for membership in the future. Signature below indicates understanding and acceptance of these terms."

I turned my head toward his. "What's orientation?" I asked quietly.

He smiled. "Fun."

I bit my lip for a second, wondering if he planned to keep me in the dark until it happened. But I couldn't very well indicate my understanding if I had none. "Seriously," I said. "What is it?"

Before he replied, he laid his hand flat between my thighs and began to rub my crotch. "It's sort of a trial run," he explained, "to see if you're really ready for swinging."

"Okay," I said, then caught my breath as he applied a little more pressure. "So what happens?"

Now he closed his eyes and nuzzled my ear. "Anything you said you were into on the first page."

I quickly flipped back to the beginning and re-read the list. "I'm not sure I understand," I told him. "Are we just supposed to watch for the first hour?"

He chuckled at that, then kissed my cheek and whispered, "No."

"Then how does it work?"

Drawing his hand back, he gently patted my right hip. "Turn around and face me," he said softly. I set down the clipboard, stood and turned around, and crawled back onto the short couch, straddling his lap. Ryan grasped my hips and pulled me closer, planting me squarely on top of his cock. He looked up into my eyes while his large hands moved up my sides to my shoulders, then down my arms to my wrists. He wrapped his fingers around them and pulled them together at the back of his neck. "Don't move," he said, letting go. Then he put his arms around me again and pressed his face between my breasts, raising his pelvis at the same time to remind me of his erection. Tilting his head, he leaned slightly and opened his mouth against my right breast. His tongue found its way to my nipple, sending a tingle from there to my groin, and I exhaled sharply. He looked up at me again and moved to my left breast, where he repeated the trick and achieved the same result. Finally, he slid his hands up to my shoulders and pulled me toward him once more. I opened my mouth a little, anticipating his kiss, and he licked my lips and tongue. His hips resumed their rolling motion, fucking me through our clothes, and at last he said softly, "Orientation is a special party ... where you and Jason will be the entertainment."

I pulled my head back and looked at him. "Entertainment?" I repeated. "Meaning what? We have to fuck in front of everybody?"

He smiled. "Not exactly."

"What does that mean?"

"Come here," he said, and pulled me closer, pressing his right cheek to mine so he could speak quietly into my ear. "It means you'll be in front of everybody," he told me. "But you won't be fucking each other."

I stiffened. "Then who—?"

"Everybody," he said before I could finish the question. This time, he didn't let me pull back to look at him. He held me still and went on, "You'll be naked in the middle of the room, and everybody there can do whatever they want to you—as long as it's on your happy list."

"Are you serious?" I asked, hoping he was just teasing me.

But he wasn't. "Yes," he whispered. "But don't worry; you'll be safe. I'll be right there to supervise and make sure you don't get anything you don't want."

Now I was freaking out a little. I had assumed we'd be able to choose our own partners, but Ryan was saying we'd be an open buffet for the whole party.

"You won't even know who's touching you," he told me, "because you have to wear a blindfold."

"Ryan..." I said.


"I don't think I can do it."

"Yes, you can," he insisted and kissed my neck. "You can and you will, because you have to."


Abruptly, he drew back and looked at me, holding my face in his hands. "You have to," he said again, "because I'm not allowed to fuck non-members. And I have to fuck you."

I stared at him. Finally, I asked, "Why?"

He kissed me then, probing my mouth with his tongue while his hands caressed me everywhere. There was an urgency in his kiss, in his touch, that I'd never felt before. He seemed to need me in a way I couldn't begin to fathom. But why? He was married to one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met, and he obviously got more sex—with more partners—than most people could even handle. What could he possibly see in me that he couldn't get somewhere else?

"I want you so bad," he breathed in my ear when he broke the kiss. "I want to fuck you right now. I don't even care about the fucking test."

"Whoa," I said, taken aback. "You can't mean that."

"I do mean it," he assured me. "I'd die to fuck you. Right now. In front of your husband."

"And your wife," I reminded him.


"No," I said flatly, pushing him back. "Are you crazy?" I was too loud. They heard me.

"Everything okay over there?" Kiera asked.

"Yeah," I told her, keeping my eyes on Ryan.

"You sure?" Jason pressed. He sounded suspicious, and I hoped he wouldn't persist. I didn't want to have to tell Kiera that her husband was willing to risk his life to have sex with me. Of course, I was sure I didn't have anything, but there was no way he could be without the test.

I turned and smiled at Jason. "I'm sure," I said. We're fine."

He nodded, and Kiera told me, "By the way, since you asked, he is crazy. But he's so sexy, I just have to keep him around."

"He is sexy," I agreed, and I definitely wanted him. His yearning for me frightened me a little, but I can't deny that I was flattered by it. Had we both been single and met in a bar, I probably would have taken him home. Of course, I would have insisted he wear a condom—which would have been sufficient for me that night in their office, but their own rules precluded that possibility.

"I like yours, too," Kiera said and licked the corner of Jason's mouth. "He's very pretty."

'No argument there," I said honestly. I think Jason is beautiful. Pale skin; high cheekbones; heavy, dark eyebrows over emerald eyes with long, dark lashes; a perfectly straight nose that turns up ever so slightly at the end; naturally pink lips; an easy smile complete with adorable dimples ... I fell in love with his face the first time I saw him. It's one of those rare faces that is perpetually young and sweet, yet somehow grownup and sexy at the same time. His jet-black hair accentuates his features and gives him just a touch of badness to offset the innocence of his smile. If he'd only been a head, I would have loved him no less. Fortunately, he has an amazing body to go with it.

"Fuck me," Ryan whispered, kissing my neck.

I turned my head and caught his mouth with mine—mostly to shut him up—and he ran his hands up into my hair again. He kissed me passionately, then moved back to my neck and breathed, "I need to be inside you.'

"You can't," I said, careful to keep my voice low.

"Why can't I?"

"The rules—"

"Fuck the rules."

"They're your rules," I pointed out.

"Exactly," he said. "They're mine, so I can break them if I want to." With that, he grabbed my ass with both hands and thrust his pelvis upward, driving his erection into my crotch to make his point.

"What about your wife?" I asked, trying desperately not to give in.

"What about her?" he returned as if the subject didn't interest him. "Let her fuck Jason. She clearly wants to."

I tried to look again, to see what was happening on the other loveseat, but Ryan quickly wrapped his right arm around my shoulders to stop me. "You want to watch her fuck him? That's fine. I'll wait till they're finished, and then there'll be no reason why I can't have you."

"But you said—"

"What?" he cut me off. "Not tonight? I changed my mind."

"No, you said you don't fuck anybody without—"

"I'll make an exception."

My mind was reeling. I felt as though I'd had much too much to drink, although I hadn't even touched my second screwdriver. "Wait," I said firmly, surprising myself as much as him. "Just fucking hold on a minute."

Ryan closed his eyes and waited.

"Hey, Kiera," I said over my shoulder. "Can you come over here for a second, please?"

She sounded mildly perturbed when she said, "Sure," but she climbed off of my husband and came to sit beside her own. "What's up?" she asked.

"Me," Ryan answered before I could say anything.

She smiled and lovingly brushed his bangs away from his eyes. "Yes, my love. You always are." To me, she said, "He's insatiable."

"So I gathered," I told her. "He's suggesting a change of plans."

She looked sideways at him. "Such as?"

He seemed to hesitate, as if he was afraid of upsetting her, but he told her the truth: "I don't want to wait for the test results. I want her tonight."

Kiera smiled again and kissed his lips. "Mm, you want to live dangerously."


"Why the sudden urgency?" she asked him. "What is it about this time that makes you want to forget the rules we always follow?"

Instead of answering her question, he glanced over at Jason and said, "I know you want him."

"I do," she admitted. "But I'm not the one asking for an exception."

"I'll give you one anyway," he told her. "Go ahead and fuck him."

She lowered her gaze and bit her lip, considering the idea, I assumed. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry."

Ryan frowned. "What?"

When she raised her eyes again, she looked at me instead of him. "I'm sorry," she said again. "My answer is no."

Her husband said nothing, but he glared at her.

"It's okay," I said to both of them. "How long does it take to get the results?"

Kiera answered, "Usually about three weeks. You'll get a letter in the mail."

"Okay." I looked over at Jason, who was on his side now, propped up on one elbow. He gave me a quizzical look, and I shrugged.

"Is that it, then?" he wanted to know. "Are we done here?"

"No," Ryan said, and we all looked at him. "I still need your signature," he told me, squeezing my ass.

I nodded and scooted backwards, off his lap. Kiera handed me the clipboard, and I scrawled my signature on the last page of the questionnaire. As I handed it back, Ryan looked up at me and shook his head. "You're not done. You skipped a question on page three." I looked at the third page and saw that he was right. The question regarding visual stimuli was still waiting. After a moment of contemplation, I took out the pencil and circled the entire paragraph. This time, when I gave it to Kiera, he only smiled.

"Is yours done?" Ryan directed the question at Jason.

The latter eyed him coolly. "Yeah," he said. "Mine's been done for a while."

"Good boy."

Jason's eyes narrowed.

"Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yeah," Jason said again, but I honestly couldn't tell if he meant it.

"Good." Ryan stood up and unbuttoned his pants. "Call when you get your results, and we'll get together again." Now he unzipped them and reached inside. "Or maybe you'd like to stay and watch right now."

I saw Jason's eyebrow go up. "Watch what? You jerking off?"

"Ha ha." Ryan leaned down and kissed his wife, reaching into her bra to massage her right breast, and then he stood and pulled out his cock. Kiera took it into her mouth and sucked greedily, grasping his hips and bobbing up and down the length of his erection. For a minute or so, he stood with his eyes closed, reveling in the attention. Then he caught and held my gaze while he seized her hair and fucked her mouth.

"You okay?" Jason said behind me, and I jumped. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. "Do you like watching?" I nodded absently, and he kissed the nape of my neck, knowing what that would do to me. As always, my knees went weak, and he had to hold me up for a moment. "Did you like watching me with Kiera?" he whispered.

I hadn't seen a lot of what they'd done, because I'd been too preoccupied with Ryan's ploy to get into my pants. Still, what I'd seen had been nice. "Yes," I told him. "I want to watch you fuck her."

"That's good," he said. "I was worried you wouldn't want to."

"You like it when I watch?"

"Yeah, I do." He pressed his face into the side of my hair and murmured, "I like watching you, too."

"Even with Ryan?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, he's the only one I've seen you with," he said. "So yeah. Why did you put it that way?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I guess I got the impression you didn't really like him."

"Hmm..." He watched our hosts in silence for a few minutes, perhaps still undecided.

Ryan abruptly withdrew from Kiera's mouth and hauled her to her feet in front of him. He kissed her deeply, stroking her long red hair with his left hand while his right slid slowly down her body. He deftly unfastened her pants and pushed them down from her hips, revealing lacy white panties that matched her bra. With his middle finger, he gently stroked her through the material, and she moaned softly. His mouth left hers and moved to her neck. Kiera threw her head back, giving him access to her throat, and he drew a line with his tongue to the base of it, where he kissed her. Now his fingers burrowed under the elastic of her panties, pushing them to one side, and I saw that she was shaved. Jason saw too and remarked, "Mm, doesn't that make you want to taste her?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He brought his left hand up to massage my right breast. "Me too." We watched Ryan's long fingers spread her lips and gently tease her clit. Kiera moaned again, and he slipped his middle finger between the lips and down until he reached her hole. As his finger disappeared inside her, Jason kissed my neck again and quickly unfastened my pants, reaching down into them in the next instant. I felt his warm fingers between my thighs, and then he brushed my thong aside and pushed two of his fingers up into my pussy. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and sucked in a deep breath. "Oh my god," he breathed in my ear. "You're so fucking wet."

I heard Kiera moan again and looked to see that Ryan now had two fingers in her as well. She arched her back, her shoulders supported by Ryan's left arm, and began to rock her pelvis against his hand.

Reaching up over my shoulder, I grabbed a handful of Jason's sexy black hair as he pushed a third finger into me. "Oh god," I whispered. "Jason..."

As he slid down his wife's body, Ryan looked over at us and smiled. When he was on his knees in front of her, he kissed her clit and began to lick the crevice between her swollen lips. She pushed her fingers into his hair and moaned louder than before. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, then reached up and inserted them into her mouth. Kiera sucked them clean while he pushed his tongue deeper into her slit, and when she was done, he helped her step out of her pants and made her turn around. She spread her legs and bent over, resting her elbows on the leather loveseat. Her ass looked incredible in those lacy panties, and, although we were only a few feet away, I found myself wanting to move closer, wanting to lick her.

Gently, I pulled Jason's hand out of my pants and brought it to my lips, so I could taste myself on his fingers, and I wondered how different Kiera would taste. I'd never been with a woman, but the thought had occasionally crossed my mind.

Ryan pressed his lips against the lace that covered the crack of Kiera's ass. Then, gripping her panties with both hands at her right hip, he ripped them apart at the seam and let them fall down her left leg.

"Damn," Jason said. He sounded impressed.

Glancing at us again, Ryan kneaded his wife's ass with both hands for a minute or so, and then abruptly spanked her—hard. Kiera cried out in surprise but made no attempt to shrink from him, and a moment later, he smacked her again.

"Oh my god," I said. "Does she really like that?"

"Yes," Kiera answered breathlessly. "She really likes that a lot."

Ryan smiled and winked at me while he gave her another. This time, though, he spread her cheeks apart and buried his face between them. Kiera gasped, then cried, "Oh god!" I saw his jaw working and realized he must be licking her asshole, and I pushed Jason's hand toward my crotch again. He took the hint and shoved it back into my pants, eagerly fingering my pussy. He used three fingers again, but then he pulled out the middle and quickly stuck it up my ass. It hurt at first, but as he moved it in and out—along with the two in my cunt—it started to feel really good. His cock was rock hard when he pressed it against my ass, and I desperately wished we were naked. I wanted him inside me. Now.

"Do you want to go home?" Jason whispered. I shook my head, and he said, "Good. Me either." With his left hand, he unfastened my pants and pushed them down, letting them gather at my knees. I let go of his hair and reached back with both hands to grasp his hips and pull him tight against my ass. I turned my head, and he kissed my mouth while he continued to fuck me with one hand, using the other now to unbutton my shirt and massage my breasts.

I heard Kiera start moaning, but Jason's mouth held more appeal for me than did seeing what our hosts were doing. Still, the sounds she made excited me further, and I reached back to find the button on Jason's jeans. He held still while I unfastened it and unzipped his fly, and then he pushed his jeans down. Without any underwear to restrain it, his erection fell forward, and I caught it in my right hand. As I began to stroke it, I grabbed his hair again, and he inhaled deeply and hummed his appreciation.

After a few minutes, his mouth traveled away from mine, down the side of my neck. When I opened my eyes, I found Ryan and Kiera both watching us with rapt attention while he fucked her slowly from behind, using long, smooth strokes. They were both completely naked now. She met my gaze and licked her lips; his eyes were fixed on my crotch, observing Jason's fingers. His scrutiny was a little unnerving, but having them watch was exciting nonetheless.

Jason looked up a few seconds later, and Ryan finally tore his eyes away from my thong to address my husband. "Come closer," he said. "We don't want to miss the action."

Carefully removing his hand from inside me, Jason kissed the corner of my mouth. I let go of his cock, and he finished taking off his jeans, then helped me out of my slacks. We moved to the front of the loveseat, and Jason asked, "Was there something in particular you wanted to see?"

"Yes," Ryan told him. "I want to see you eat her."

I didn't know why he was offering a show, but I supposed it didn't matter. I sat on the front edge of the cushion and leaned back while Jason removed my thong and laid it aside. I spread my legs wide apart, and he knelt between them, laying a trail of hot, wet kisses along my inner thigh from my knee to my pussy. When he reached it, he opened the lips with the first two fingers of each hand and licked between them, flicking the tip of his tongue lightly across my clit. I gasped and then held my breath while he moved farther down and teased my hole, then exhaled sharply when he plunged his tongue inside. Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted my hips and licked me deeper, first drawing wide circles around the wall of my pussy and then repeatedly dragging his tongue down the front of the canal toward the opening. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, urging his head still closer. Finally, he shoved his face into my crotch and stretched his tongue as far inside me as he could reach.

"Oh god," I breathed, and Kiera reached over to tease my breast, pinching my nipple between her fingers.

"Let me hear you," she crooned. "You can be as loud as you want in here."

Jason looked up at me from between my legs, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief behind his dark bangs, and then he suddenly dropped lower and thrust his tongue up my ass. "Oh!" I nearly screamed. "Oh god, Jason!" The sensation was incredible—so hot and wet and deliciously dirty. He'd never done this to me before. I wondered if he'd ever done it to anyone before.

"Yes," Kiera whispered. "We like it when you make noise, baby."

"Bet we can still turn it up," Ryan remarked, wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifted her feet off the floor and carried her—still impaled on his cock—behind our side of the loveseat, and set her down again. Now she leaned over me, he full breasts swinging above me each time he thrust into her. "Help Jason out, baby," he told her.

She reached over me and got hold of my ankles, then pulled them up to her shoulders and instructed me to bend my knees. When I did, my ass rose a little higher, opened a little wider, and Jason pushed his tongue deeper inside me. This time, I did scream but was unable to form a coherent thought, much less a word, as I rocketed toward a record-shattering climax. I still held Jason's hair, and I must have pulled it pretty hard, but he didn't seem to notice. My excitement fed his, and, instead of getting tired, he actually quickened his pace. I started to come within the next minute, and he didn't stop until I did. Then he moved up quickly to lick the juice from inside me.

My orgasm seemed to trigger Kiera's, and I reached up to fondle her breasts just as it started. She held fast to my ankles, squeezed her eyes shut, and cried, "Yes!" each time Ryan thrust into her. He leaned over her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tenderly (much more so than I would have expected from him) until she finally finished shaking.

As her tremors subsided, Jason got to his feet and leaned over to kiss her, giving her a taste of me on his tongue. I saw Ryan reach for him, watched him stroke Jason's hair, and then Jason surprised me by kissing him next. It didn't last as long, but he definitely used his tongue at least a little.

"Mm," Ryan hummed when he pulled away. "That was nice."

Jason glanced at him and smiled while he took my legs back from Kiera and turned me sideways on the loveseat so I could stretch out. "You okay, babe?" he asked me.

My hips felt a bit stiff, but I nodded and touched his face. "You kissed Ryan," I observed.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Now I'm going to kiss you." He knelt in front of the short couch and planted his lips on mine, urging them apart with his tongue while he gently caressed my breasts.

I felt another hand touch my knee and glide along my inner thigh, and I remembered the softness of Kiera's fingertips in my palm earlier. Now they grazed the small patch of closely trimmed brown hair at my groin and barely touched the swollen lips below. I trembled with anticipation and held my breath, and a lone finger began to make light strokes along my slit.

Jason's hand traveled down my belly and found hers, and he drew back his head to smile at me. I looked down, and he turned his head to watch for a moment, then gently pressed her finger into the crevice and guided it to my hole. He met her gaze then and said quietly, "What are you waiting for? Stick it in there, Kiera."

While she pushed it into me, I watched her pretty face, and she licked her lips as if she could still taste me from Jason's kiss. Her finger felt good inside me, but I wanted to feel her mouth on me, wanted to see those cats' eyes staring back at me from between my legs. I knew I wouldn't get that tonight, but it didn't stop me from wishing for it.

"Oh yeah," Jason breathed, watching her finger me.

Ryan was watching, too, and he pushed her head toward mine. "Kiss her," he commanded.

Kiera did as he said, and I let my tongue meet hers. A few seconds later, Jason joined the kiss, and I was immediately struck by the difference. His lips are soft, but hers were softer. Both had agile tongues, but hers explored while his was more of a hunter. Since I'd never kissed a woman before, I had no basis for comparison there, but, having kissed my share of men, I suspected it was fair to generalize that women were simply softer all around. I'd have to kiss a few more to be sure.

Not to be left out, Ryan rounded the end of the loveseat and knelt at Jason's side, facing him. I caught the movement in my peripheral vision but didn't have a clear view until my husband sat up and eyed him curiously. Then it was obvious where his interest was focused. I turned my head to watch the two men, and Kiera—who had undoubtedly seen this all before—moved on to kiss my neck and breasts, her long red hair sweeping pleasantly across my skin.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked after a moment.

"Relax," Ryan said soothingly. "I just want to touch you."


He rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm not going to fuck you in the ass."

"Damn right you're not," Jason told him.

"Look, just trust me, all right?" our host said, holding up both hands in surrender. "I promise I'll only use my hands, and your asshole is completely safe. You have my word."

"Uh huh." Jason sounded unconvinced.

Ryan sighed heavily. "How about I swear on my dick?" he asked. "You've got to know how important that is to me."

Jason nodded and half-laughed, "Yeah, I think I have some idea."

"Okay, so you know I'm not going to hurt you." Ryan touched his right shoulder and let his fingertips trail down Jason's arm. "Besides," he added, "if I wanted to, I could have done it earlier. I had my hand on your cock once tonight already."

"I know," Jason said, surprising me again. "I knew it when you did it, and I let you do it. But you thought you were getting by with something, so maybe that's why I don't completely trust you."

Nodding an acknowledgement, Ryan said, "You're right. I was out of line."

"Way out," Jason corrected. "But I'll let you touch me on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You get out of line again, I'll shove that fucking candle up your ass and see how you like that." He jerked his head toward the large pillar candle on the end table. "And I won't even blow it out first."

I almost laughed, but I could see he was dead serious.

Ryan nodded again. "Fine," he said. "But since there are such dire consequences for misbehaving, could I maybe get you to do something for me?"


"Close your eyes."

Jason sat there looking at him for a moment, considering, and finally closed his eyes.

Kiera raised her head and looked at me with a wicked smile. "This will be great," she whispered. "Ryan really loves this shit."

"What?" I asked.

"Satisfying curiosity."

I raised my eyebrows. "What makes him so sure Jason's curious?"

"Well, he must be, sweetie," she told me. "He kissed him on the mouth, and he did that on his own."

True. Still, a kiss was a far cry from being fondled. Then again, he'd just admitted to letting Ryan do that, too.

"So," she said quietly, withdrawing her finger from my pussy, "have you ever been with a woman before?"


"I didn't think so." She climbed over the back of the loveseat to lie behind me. "But it seems like you like it so far."

"I do," I said and kissed her cheek, then whispered close to her ear, "I can't wait to lick you."

"Mm, I'm looking forward to it, too, baby. You tasted so good on Jason's tongue." Now she slipped her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds. When she finished, she remarked, "Ooh, even better."

I licked my lips. "I want to taste yours, too," I said.

Kiera smiled and reached between her legs. "Watch the boys," she whispered.

Turning my face away from her, I saw that Jason's eyes were still closed. Ryan caressed his back with his left hand, his chest with his right. "How does that feel?" he asked eventually.

"Good," Jason replied without hesitation. "Your hands are warm."

"That's because your body is so hot."

He smiled but said nothing.

"I'm going to move lower now," Ryan warned.


I watched him slide his hand down to Jason's belly as Kiera brought her middle finger to my lips. It was wet. "There you go, baby," she murmured against my neck. "Now you can taste it."

I stuck out my tongue and tentatively touched the tip to her finger. The flavor of her pussy excited me more than I might have imagined it would, and I sucked her finger into my mouth and savored it. Now more than ever, I wanted to eat her.

Ryan's left hand moved slowly up and down Jason's back, reaching a little lower on every downward stroke. Finally, it slid across his ass, and Jason tensed visibly. "It's okay," our host whispered. "Just the cheeks." He leaned over a little and studied my husband's backside for a few seconds, smiled, and commented, "And they are beautiful."

"Thanks," Jason said without much interest.

"Feel my heartbeat," Ryan said, bringing Jason's hand to his chest. Jason spread his fingers and pressed his palm over Ryan's heart. "Feel how fast it is? That's because of you."

Jason licked his lips.

"You can touch me anywhere you like," Ryan invited.

He left his hand where it was while Ryan resumed caressing him, but he seemed to relax a bit more. He breathed deeply, eyes still closed, and I wondered if he was imagining someone else's hands on him.

Kiera propped her head on her elbow behind me and laid her arm across my middle, absently stroking my breast while she watched the men. "I don't know about you," she said, "but I need a rest."

"Yeah, me too," I agreed.

"Besides, I don't want to miss this."

I smiled. I didn't want to miss it either.

At last, Ryan's right hand sank low enough to brush the head of Jason's cock—which was still hard. Jason inhaled sharply and held his breath for a few seconds, then slowly blew it out. I recognized that; he did it whenever he needed to calm down. A few seconds later, Ryan touched his cock again, this time deliberately pulling his fingertips along the shaft. Jason's breathing sped up and got a bit louder. When our host touched him for the third time, Jason moved his hand to Ryan's shoulder and started breathing through his mouth. Ryan smiled but said nothing as he gingerly wrapped his fingers around the base of Jason's erection and started to stroke him. Jason leaned his head back and let his respiration fall into rhythm with Ryan's strokes.

Turning his head, Ryan gently kissed Jason's hand, then took hold of it and moved it from his shoulder to the back of his neck. He bent forward and nuzzled Jason's shoulder. "I want to kiss your mouth," he murmured. To my surprise, Jason immediately turned his face toward Ryan's and opened his mouth, letting their tongues meet before their lips. And as they kissed, he pulled him closer and slipped his fingers into the back of his hair.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss. "Oh god," he breathed, a pained expression on his face. But he wasn't in pain. He held onto Ryan's hair and threw his head back. "Oh god!" An instant later, he came, spilling his semen over Ryan's fingers and onto the plush burgundy rug beneath his knees.

"Wow," Kiera remarked. "I think he liked it."

"Oh, he liked it," Ryan said smugly, petting Jason's hair. "He liked it a lot."

Jason glanced sideways at him, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pulled away. He said nothing as he got to his feet and found his clothes.

"You okay, Jason?" I asked him, sitting up.

"Yeah, fine." He pulled on his jeans, then sat down on the arm of the other loveseat and put on his black running shoes. "Can you get dressed, please?"

I got up and went to him, but when I tried to touch his face, he jerked away. "Jason," I said, "what's wrong?"

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Please just get dressed."

When I went to gather my clothes, Kiera stood up and put her arm around me. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Just give him time to think. He'll be okay."

By the time I got my clothes on, Jason had left the room.

I looked at Ryan, who was still on his knees on the rug. "I'm sorry," I told him.

He waved away my apology. "Forget it," he said. "I'm fine."

Not knowing what else to say, I shrugged and headed for the front office.

Jason stood outside the door, staring at the darkening sky. As soon as I came out the door, he said, "Let's go home. I need a shower." He handed me the car keys. "You drive."

We drove several blocks in silence while he gazed out the window. Finally, I said, "I love you, Jason."

"I love you, too," he returned without looking at me.

Neither of us spoke again on the ride home.

For the rest of this story, you need to Log In or Register