The key to a swinging time - part 3

The evening began politely and pleasantly enough. Gentle yet sexy background music, a plethora of candles and wine that just kept flowing lubricated our senses and drowned out any thoughts, doubts or inhibitions. Eventually we got to the main point of the evening – the casual sex with a stranger, another woman's husband, another man's wife and all under the same roof.

Each woman in turn approached the jug and reached in and took out a set of keys. When it was my turn my heart was racing. I hope for James but would settle for Brad. I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't get Rob...

Of course, life's a bitch and I pulled Rob's keys to his Porsche. He looked across at me, all lust and expectation. My husband Steven hit the jackpot when twenty one year old Sophie lifted our car keys from the jug. Sophie was as nubile, slim and sexy as they come. Her pouting lips would have given Angelina Jolie a run for her money and a pang of jealousy raced across my heart. She was wearing very little, a short white dress which was low cut at the front and sides giving a clear view of Sophie's fabulous breasts, the only thing concealed being her nipples. I realised that very soon my husband would be enjoying those breasts and kissing those nipples...

Brad had got Helena as his prize leaving young James to enjoy the delights of delicious Sylvie.

“Right, now that we have the couples sorted, we need to agree on the rooms” uttered Rob. “I will have the jacuzzi...” (inwardly I groaned, could this get any worse...?), “Brad you can have the master bedroom, Steve the living room and that leaves James who can have the run of the rest of the house – kitchen, conservatory, bathroom, you like it, you name it!”

Rob led me out into the back garden and I could almost see the saliva dripping from his mouth in anticipation. I knew that I had no choice but to go through with it, it was the name of the game. I steeled myself for what was to come. I imagined I was a glamorous busty escort to give me more confidence.

Standing near the spa tub Rob approached me and pretty soon was kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. Expertly he unzipped my dress and unclasped my bra, letting both fall to the floor. Then he slid my panties down around my ankles and I kicked them off before losing my shoes and undoing my suspender belt and sliding my stockings down off my legs.

To be continued.

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