Swing - Episode 2

Heather and Dan met chopping onions and burning fingers in a Nebraska kitchen. They got married two years later. Now they want someone else between their sheets. Their nights back home end in the usual way. Lights out. Her back to him. Him staring at the ceiling while his hand works under the sheets. They started talking about it during Sunday dishes. A stranger's mouth on her breast. Another cock in his hand. The words made them both hard. So they booked the flight to Vegas. The Swing house sits in a gated neighborhood, curtains open, music low. Heather wears her red dress with nothing underneath. Dan keeps glancing at her legs as they pull into the driveway. They walk in and the host hands them each a drink. Heather swallows half in one go. Her nipples push against the fabric. Dan sees the couple on the couch and feels his cock twitch. The woman has one hand around her partner's balls, stroking slow. Heather leans into Dan's ear and says she wants to watch first. He nods, but his fingers already work at his zipper. They find an empty couch near the window. She spreads her legs just enough to show the edge of her cunt. Someone notices. The couple from the couch walks over. Dan feels his pulse in his throat. Heather smiles with her whole mouth. The other woman kneels between Heather's knees and pulls the red dress up over her hips. Dan watches as the stranger's tongue slides across his wife's slit, wet and slow. Heather's hand finds his cock. She strokes him with the same rhythm the woman's tongue makes against her clit. A man behind them leans in and kisses Dan's neck. Dan doesn't pull away. Instead he reaches back and wraps his fingers around the stranger's thick shaft. Heather moans louder. The woman on her knees sucks Heather's clit between her lips and holds it there, humming. Dan feels his balls tighten. The man behind him pushes closer, his cock hot against Dan's palm. Heather looks over. Her eyes are glassy. She whispers, 'Don't come yet.' Dan breathes through his teeth. He keeps stroking. The night is only beginning.