Eve and Ryan's First Swing

While Eve stood transfixed, her pulse quickened as the combination of the alcohol coursing through her blood stream and the sight before her moistened her panties. She had her back turned to where Corey was still seated at the bar, and snapped out of her trance when she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back until her ass pressed against his raging erection.

"She's not the only one with a gorgeous ass, baby," he spoke into her ear. Every caress of his hands sent fire coursing across her skin. "I want to see what's under this dress. Let's go upstairs."

The men settled the bar tabs while the women paid a quick visit to the restroom. A short while later the two couples made their way to the second floor. Corey took the prize bag from Stephanie and sat it on a table near the top of the staircase to find the room key.

Eve felt Ryan grasp her elbow, and paused before reaching the top of the stairs. His eyes met hers in a questioning glance, wanting to make sure that she still felt comfortable with their plans now that this was really happening.

"You're sure about this, right, babe?" he asked in a low voice, now that the music had faded below them.

She thought it was so sweet that he was worried she might have second-thoughts. "I'm in if you're in, sweetheart."

"Found it. You two ready for your initiation?" Stephanie called.

Ryan grinned at his girlfriend, giving her hand a squeeze. "Let's go have some fun."

Corey unlocked the door to their room, and they took a moment to take in their surroundings. The room was dimly lit by wall sconces. The walls were a khaki color, the soft carpet beneath them a deep red. The wall across from them boasted a large canvas, a simple painting of bold strokes suggesting the outline of a sensuous female form. There were several couches with mocha-colored slipcovers arranged centrally around a small coffee table. There was a small bar with a sink in the far corner, two bottles of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice next to half a dozen glasses on the counter.

With the door closed, it was nearly impossible to detect the sounds of the dance floor below them. There was quiet music playing softly over a couple of speakers mounted in the room's walls.

"Show us what you won for us, Steph," Eve requested. They seated themselves on the couches while she upturned the bag over the table. Out spilled a couple of blindfolds, two pairs of faux fur-lined handcuffs, a selection of condoms, and various small bottles of flavored massage oils and lubricants.

"Why don't we tease the men a bit?" Stephanie asked, picking up the blindfolds and handing one to Eve. "Things will be more exciting if they can't see what's coming." She stepped over to where Ryan was seated, and slipped the mask over his eyes, a wide smile on his handsome face.

Eve was doing the same to Corey. He reached out and placed his hands at her hips to draw her nearer, and she gave him a playful slap on the side of his face before taking his hands in her own, moving them away from her body. "You touch what I want you to touch, when I want you touch it."

"Ooh, he likes to be slapped around a little," his wife laughed from where she stood behind Ryan. She began to knead his shoulders, then worked her small hands slowly down his arms. He relaxed, letting his head fall back against the couch. Stephanie exchanged a smile with Eve before leaning in to kiss Ryan's neck.

"That feels amazing," he murmured, her hands traveling back to his shoulders and neck, then swooping down to his chest. She maintained a light touch on his shoulder as she walked back around to the front of the couch, deliberating over her next move.

"Does she get rough with you sometimes?" Stephanie asked, her voice low and throaty.

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes I make Corey pleasure me for hours before I even think about touching his aching cock." Long ago, she had learned the value of being assertive. She thrived on the control she felt when men turned to puddles in her hands; the power of deciding when and how a man would finally erupt under her skilled attentions.

"God, don't make me wait hours."

Climbing onto his lap, she ran her fingernails over his scalp and brushed her lips across his. He pressed his face forward to meet hers, and she pulled away, smiling at his frustrated frown. "I prefer goddess."

She took his hands in hers, guiding them up her thighs, hiking up her dress, rocking her hips gently and enjoying the feel of his erection pressing against her through his pants.

She began to moan, and pulled her dress off over her head, exposing her smooth skin to Ryan's wandering hands. His palms caressed her backside, and he grinned when his fingers traced the thin line of her g-string around to the front of her body, his fingertips brushing across her flat tummy. Stephanie once again guided his hands over her lithe form until they rested where she wanted them, cupping her breasts.

While she continued her hands-on lapdance, she was vaguely aware of her husband's low murmurs from the other couch.

Eve had slowly unbuttoned his shirt and run her hands over every inch of exposed skin, tracing the lines of his well-defined stomach, bending to run her tongue and lips over the muscles of his arms. She was standing, leaning over him, her mouth the only part of her body that was in contact with his. He felt her lick his neck along his jugular, then the line of his jaw, then nip at his ear lobe.

Corey turned his head slightly, trying to find her mouth with his, and gasped in surprise as his head was jerked back, the fingers of her right hand suddenly gripping his hair painfully. He grew harder.

Her breath brushed against his face. "I told you not to touch me unless I asked for it. Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

She touched her nose to his and their lips were nearly touching as she asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck, yes," he murmured, bringing his lips millimeters closer, skimming over hers before she tugged roughly on his hair again.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?"

He groaned, feeling like he was going to break the zipper on his pants. Her mouth pressed against his, her teeth nipped at his lips, and their tongues probed. She pulled his face away again, tugging at his roots, and raked her teeth over the skin of his neck. He ached for her to touch him.

On the other couch, Ryan had pulled Stephanie's panties off, and she had placed his hand between her legs, rubbing herself against him. His arousal was heightened by the sounds she was making and the sensation of his slick fingers sliding inside of her.

Stephanie slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands along Ryan's smooth chest. She lightly teased his nipples, which quickly became erect from the cool air and her soft touches. Leaning down, Stephanie flicked at them with her tongue. Ryan drew in his breath at the surprising move, since the blindfold made it difficult to anticipate her actions.

"Don't stop, baby," he stated in a pleading voice.

"Oh, this is only the begining." She laid feathery kisses along his muscled chest, and felt Ryan's cock becoming more aroused as she moved down his abdomen. Her hand had undone his belt and pants. Lowering his pants gave her an appreciation of his manhood. It was begging for attention behind his boxers. Stephanie planned to keep his cock behind the cotton curtain a bit longer. She started rubbing him through the boxers.

Instinctively, Ryan arched his hips. "You are such a tease."

Smiling wickedly, taking it as a compliment, Stephanie thought that he'd had enough torture. Kneeling at his feet, she lowered his boxers. His seven inch cock stood at attention. Stephanie wrapped her manicured hands around its girth. She licked up the entire length with her hungry tongue.

Ryan's swollen tip started leaking precum, which Stephanie lapped up with slow strokes of her warm tongue. "Mmm." She slid her tongue over her lips. "You taste better than Corey," she whispered into his ear.

Before he could respond, Stephanie went to work on Ryan's cock. She loved oral sex because it made the man so vulnerable, giving her total control. She sucked up and down Ryan slowly. She went back down until it had completely disappeared inside her mouth.

Stephanie moved up and down his cock with more gusto. He grabbed her hair, and she slapped his hand away. The pace of everything was hers to dictate.

Pulling off his cock, Stephanie came up for air. Her flushed face looked intently at Ryan. "I'm so fucking wet. You are so fucking hard."

He groaned, and her hands put his cock in a vice grip. Her other hand cupped his balls. Squeezing and tugging on them a bit made Ryan almost jump in the air because he wasn't used to being handled so roughly. The grip loosened a bit. She continued to stroke his cock with both hands while her tongue flicked at his balls.

"I need to taste you." Not sure what to expect, Ryan nodded meekly. She rubbed right behind his balls with two fingers. His cock was throbbing.

Stephanie lowered her mouth fully onto his cock as she reached behind towards the table, grabbing a bottle of flavored lubricant. As her head bobbed slowly up and down, prolonging his pleasure, she spread the lube across her palms to warm it. She withdrew her mouth and her hand then worked his cock at a feverish pace.

Moaning loudly, Ryan started to spurt ropes of white cum all over Stephanie's hands. She put her mouth back on his cock to swallow the rest of it.

While Stephanie had her way with Ryan, Eve had continued her own teasing lapdance. After their passionate kiss, she had turned her back to Corey and placed his hands at her hips, allowing him to explore her body. He carressed her ass and thighs, then ran his hands up her dress to find her zipper. After he opened the back of her dress, she turned and straddled Corey's thighs, causing her dress to hike up around her hips.

He brought his face forward to nuzzle at her breasts and he felt a thrill as her fingers wrapped around his throat, pushing him away.

"I'm beginning to think you want to be punished, boy." He could feel the heat of her breath, which smelled sweet and fruity like her last cocktail. Her hand left his neck. A surprised grunt escaped his throat as she pinched his nipples, hard, then licked them tenderly.

"Do you want me to punish you?" Her question was a low growl in his ear. He smiled, and she slapped his cheek again - hard, this time - before pressing her mouth against his. While they kissed, she shrugged out of the top of her dress, exposing her red and black lace plunge bra.

Her fingers ran down his arms and grabbed his hands, bringing them up to her sides, granting him permission to touch. She brought her hands back up to his face and neck, caressing softly. Her hands settled on his shoulders and her thumbnails pressed into the skin near his collarbone as he stimulated her nipples through lace.

"You like that, huh, baby," he murmured. She pulled his face to her neck and he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin, drawing moans from Eve.

"Good boys get rewarded," she gasped, her head thrown back. Eve climbed off of Corey, kneeling on the couch beside him. To his relief, she finally pulled his cock free of his clothing. She teased him with her tongue, encouraged by his groans of pleasure. As she finally took his rigid length into her mouth and down her throat, he began curling his hips towards her, matching the pace of her up-and-down motions.

It was at this point that Stephanie had allowed Ryan his release, and was licking him clean. Resting his head against the back of the couch, Ryan pulled the mask off and wiped the beads of perspiration from his brow with the back of his wrist. Stephanie kissed his panting mouth, then snuggled next to him on the couch to watch her husband get serviced by Ryan's woman.

He caught his breath and let his eyes focus on the couch opposite him, the source of the wet sounds of oral sex filling the room, making him forget the soft music that was playing. If he were a few years younger, the sight before him would have made him instantly hard again, but he needed a little time to recharge his batteries.

Eve knelt across from him, her dress around her waist, exposing her red and black bra and matching g-string. His eyes traced the curve of her breasts, her ass cheek, down her thighs, and finally to the sexy 4" pumps on her feet.

"Look at her go," Stephanie murmured, squeezing Ryan's thigh. He obiediently turned his attention to the other man's cock disappearing into Eve's face. He watched as Corey pulled his blindfold up onto his forehead, his dark gaze settling on Eve as his fingers ran through her hair.

Corey thrust more vigorously into Eve's willing mouth. With a satisfied grunt, he filled her throat. She drained him of every drop she could coax out of him while he gently stroked her hair and her back.

Stephanie clapped softly, and Eve made eye contact. "I'm not the only one who can put on a show, young lady," Steph smiled.

Eve grinned at the pair across from her, her face flushed from exertion. She gave Corey a peck on the lips before standing to shed herself of the dress.

Holding her hand out to Ryan, she asked him to help her with the champagne, and they stepped over to the bar area.

Stephanie snuggled up to her husband, who was still breathing heavily. She stroked his left cheek, which was still rosy from Eve's playful abuse.

Eve stood behind Ryan as he pulled a chilled bottle out of the ice, and wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "This is so much fun, isn't it, baby?" she murmured before kissing his neck.

Ryan handed his girlfriend two of the glasses, then grabbed two more and the the bottle of champagne. Turning to face her, he gave her an appraising look. "You look so gorgeous tonight, Eve." They kissed, and rejoined their company. Corey had just finished undressing, and Stephanie was also nude, except for her shoes.

"Well I feel overdressed," Eve remarked as she sat on the arm of a couch, next to Stephanie. She passed the woman one of the champagne glasses and Ryan filled them.

"Leave it for a little while, I like it." Smiling coyly, Stephanie ran a hand over Eve's nylon-clad calf.

"I'm very happy to hear that," Eve responded suggestively.

Corey stood to take a glass from Ryan, and sat on one of the other couches to give the women some room, since Eve had expressed interest in his wife a couple of hours ago at the bar. Ryan positioned himself on the third couch, directly across from the women, hoping to get an eyeful.

Butterflies had settled in the younger woman's tummy when Stephanie caressed her leg. Eve stood and tilted her head back, swallowing the rest of her drink for fortification. As bold and assertive as she usually was, she had never been with a woman, and she felt a little nervous.

She winked at her man, smiling as she traded her empty glass for the nearly empty champagne bottle on the table. She took Stephanie's glass and set it down with her empty one, then knelt on the couch facing her.

"Would you let me kiss you?" she asked, staring at the woman's lips.

"I was hoping you would ask," Stephanie purred.

Careful not to tip the wine bottle, Eve leaned in and suddenly her mouth was burning against Stephanie's soft lips. The thought that this woman's mouth had been wrapped around her boyfriend's cock made her feel slight disappointment that the flavor of wine prevented her from tasting him on Stephanie's tongue. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, like a soft breeze carrying the scent of lilacs into the room.

Eve pulled herself away, rising from the couch. "I want you to lay back," she murmured. Stephanie complied, reclining on the cushions, curling one arm up so that the back of her neck was supported by her wrist and forearm. Straddling the smaller woman's thighs, Eve's lustful gaze took in every line and curve of her sensual form, her eyes roving slowly over her toned arms and small, shapely breasts, and she wanted to taste them.

The lower portion of the champagne bottle was still chilled, beads of condensation dotting the glass. Eve lightly touched the smooth surface to one of Stephanie's nipples, wetting it with the cool moisture, drawing a gasp from the woman as the already erect peak became achingly taut.

Ryan's attention was focused on his girlfriend's mouth as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around Stephanie's nipple before closing her mouth over it, suckling gently. Eve turned her face enough to make eye contact with her man while she kissed the smooth skin below her, and they exchanged a wicked smile.

Corey had relocated to the opposite end of the couch that Ryan was seated on to get a better view. Ryan glanced at him as he sat down, but his gaze was quickly drawn back to the girls. He had a fleeting thought that under normal circumstances, sharing a couch with a completely nude man while he himself was also naked, would have made for a very uncomfortable situation. But nothing could detract from the erotic scene unfolding several feet away.

"Better than porn," Corey murmured, drinking from his glass.

Comingling perfumes mixed with the heady smell of sex in the room. Definitely not something that could be conveyed through a television screen. Ryan also thought that seeing his girl on top of another woman instead of two anonymous females made it vastly more arousing as well. The contrast of her voluptuous, lingerie-clad form hovering over the creamy delicate body of the other man's wife was causing a stirring in his groin.

"God, I want her," Ryan whispered.

"Which one?"

"Mine," he replied, his eyes remaining on the women.

Corey smiled knowingly, realizing the other couple wasn't ready for a full swap just yet. Maybe next time, he thought, hoping they would get together again.

Eve was soaking through her panties as she sprinkled champagne on Stephanie's abdomen and slowly removed it with her tongue, spurred on by the blonde's moans of pleasure. Finally, she positioned herself between Stephanie's thighs, which were spread wide in anticipation.

Stephanie gasped as she felt cool liquid spill over her clean-shaven pussy. "Oh, God," she groaned as Eve's tongue lapped at the champagne which had mixed with her own secretions.

Eve was inspired by what she liked Ryan to do to her. She used her fingers to part Stephanie's glistening folds and ran her tongue in teasing circles around her clitoris until the woman was begging for more. She drew the hard nub into her mouth, and found Stephanie's reaction to be thrilling. As she explored every inch of her intimate skin, the woman writhed and bucked and tugged at Eve's hair. When thighs squeezed around Eve's ears, she realized how much she enjoyed hearing the other woman and tried to urge her legs apart.

As she drove Stephanie closer to the brink, she felt a mouth planting kisses over her ass cheeks and up her spine, and thought that it felt like Ryan. When warm hands caressed her skin and dipped between her legs, a finger sliding over her clit, she knew that it was her man, and she moaned at the pleasure he gave her. Stephanie pulled Eve's face closer, crying out in response to the humming sensation, so Eve continued to voice her pleasure into the hot flesh before her.

Ryan's hands slid across Eve's skin and he explored her familiar curves with his mouth, encouraged by her low moans, muffled between Stephanie's legs. He didn't think he had ever been so hard in his life. He raised his head to watch as Stephanie threw her head back and screamed obscenities, coming in Eve's mouth, and he slid his fingers into her folds, feeling how sopping wet she had become from the other woman's climax.

He gently kissed the back of Eve's neck while she licked Stephanie clean. "You were amazing," he spoke into her ear.