Swing - Episode 2

Daniel gripped Amanda’s wrist as the limo stopped outside the Swing House. They had agreed to watch only. Just the first night, nothing more. She kissed his jaw and promised she would follow every rule. Inside, naked bodies moved in every direction. Amber lights kissed every curve and ridge. Amanda’s breath caught when she saw a woman bent over the marble bar, her mouth full, while a man pounded into her from behind. Daniel’s palm slid down his wife’s spine, stopping at the zipper of her dress. The couple from the couch noticed them watching and waved them closer, thighs already open. Amanda’s nipples pressed against her silk. Daniel leaned into her ear. “We said no.” She answered by taking his hand and guiding it between her legs, where she was already wet. The couple smiled. One man reached for Amanda’s zipper. Her dress hit the floor. Daniel’s cock hardened fast. He watched another man slide two fingers into his wife and heard her moan his name like a question. The promise they made was gone. Amanda turned, mouth parted, and reached for Daniel’s belt. “We’re doing this,” she whispered. He pulled her hips to him and kissed her hard while a stranger’s tongue licked the inside of her thigh.