'What's the matter? You don't like the new people,' Sam teased.
'Just a little something Bob and I have been planning for a while. You know how I like to play games sometimes.'
'Uh huh.'
Several more times, the door bell rang, and each time, Tina thought it might be the Temples. It was starting to get a little late, and both Bob and Tina knew that they couldn't begin until the new couple arrived. Just thinking about having Sam's thick cock between her legs was making Tina's vagina seep a warm, sticky fluid, and she could tell that Bob was getting a little anxious about fucking Kate. The lovely black-haired wife was about to call Owen and Rita when they finally showed up.
'About time the two of you got here,' Tina said as she took their coats and hung them up. 'I was beginning to think that you weren't coming. And we had such a good time planned.'
As she spoke, she gave a little wink to Owen, who was looking only at her. Rita was letting her eyes wander about the room, noticing that the general noise of the party had come to something of a halt and all the men were staring at her. She began to feel a little self-conscious, as though she had underdressed, especially when she heard one man of the far side of the room give a very definite whistle.
She turned to him, disliking him right away. There was something about the way he carried his slight paunch that turned Rita off… and his thinning hair added to a general aura about him that made Rita feel as though she was little more than a pretty object for him to look at. He had been standing next to a red-head, but even as Rita watched him, he ignored that woman.
'Well, lovely lady,' he said, leering at her, 'you must be the new member Tina was talking about.'
As he spoke, he ran his eyes up and down Rita's lovely form, dwelling long and hard at the generous swell of her breasts and the deep-clefted valley between them. Rita had only worn the outfit she had a couple of times before, and she had never felt funny about it then. Now, though, she couldn't help but feel that the man was stripping her with his eyes. She could almost feel his gaze burning through her garment, and it took her several moments to realize what he had said, so distracting was his presence.
'New members?' she questioned, and then looked to Tina.
'Oh, I guess I didn't tell you,' the lovely dark haired woman said. 'This is a… neighborhood club. You and Owen are attending one of our twice a month meetings.'
Rita turned to her husband and tried to smile. She hadn't expected something as formal as a meeting, though she didn't seem to notice that there was really nothing formal about the gathering. The silence that had pervaded when she first walked into the house had ended as people once again began their conversations. The clinking of ice in glasses filled the room, and she felt a little ill at ease, especially with the middle aged man leering at her still.
'Excuse me,' Tina said, distracted for a moment. 'Rita, I'd like to introduce you to Jack Garner.'
'No introductions needed with this one, Tina love,' Jack leered, giving Rita a deliberate wink. 'This cute little blonde knows what's coming off, don't you?'
Reflexively, Rita smiled, though she really didn't know what was coming off. She did know that she didn't like the way Jack was looking at her though, and she turned to her husband.
The red-head who Jack had been talking to had sauntered across the room and was now looking at Owen the same way Jack was leering at her. Owen was trying hard to make conversation with Tina, and Rita assumed that it was merely because he didn't want to have anything to do with the red-head who was acting a little drunk.
'Well, Owen,' Tina said with a suggestive smile and turn of her head, 'I see you're making some headway with Jack's wife, Kelly.'
Owen turned to the young dark-haired woman with a lost expression on his face.
Tina, though, was eager for the party to begin, and the only way that was going to happen was for her and her husband, as hostess and host, to give the signal.
'All right, everyone,' she said, totally ignoring the new-comers, 'you all know who to go with, so suppose we start. Everyone here is familiar with the house, so let's get started.'
There was something of a cheer, and both Rita and Owen watched as people began pairing off and traveling to various places in me huge home. Owen started to say something to Tina, who was walking away from him, but the red-headed Kelly put her arm around Owen's neck.
'Come on, handsome,' she said in a voice that was loud enough for Rita to hear, 'suppose you let me show you around the house.'
Owen opened his mouth to toll her to get lost, but she was demandingly pulling him away. Giving his wife a hopeless glance, he let the older woman lead him through the living room, leaving Rita alone with Jack at the front door.
The young blonde wife strained her neck, trying to avoid the presence of lack Kelly as she looked for Bob Reed. She could see him, busy talking with another woman, and even though she knew she had no right, she felt a strange pang of jealously. Bob Reed was leaning very close to the auburn-haired woman, and every now and then he would say something that made the lovely girl giggle.
'Hey, baby,' Jack said, positioning himself in front of Rita's view. 'What ya looking for? Everything you could possibly want is standing right in front of you.'
'I beg your pardon?'
'I'm talking about me, lover. Tina and Bob have assigned Kelly and me to bring you into the little group we have here.'
His words brought Rita to an instant awareness about what was going on. She snapped her head around to look directly at Jack, both anger and fear flushing her face. Why would Tina do something like that? Certainly Jack was little more than a boisterous drunk. Could Tina have learned something about what Bob and she had done last week? Could this be Tina's way of getting back at her?
But that was silly, she thought. Tina couldn't possibly know what had happened. Jack took Rita by the hand and led her through the room, to the other side from where Kelly and Owen were talking, their bodies looking just a little too close for Rita's comfort.
'Have a drink, lovely lady,' Jack said, pressing an already poured glass into Rita's hand before she had a chance to protest. 'I can tell that the two of us are going to have some good times ahead.'
Automatically, Rita began sipping on the drink, wishing that she could somehow get away from Jack, but not seeing any way she could.
The lights of the entire house began to get dimmer, until it was nearly impossible for Rita to see anything. She could feel Jack's powerful hand tugging on her arm, and she slowly sank to a sitting position. She was trying to be brave, but she had the overwhelming sensation that something was going to happen… something she knew she wouldn't like.
'Suppose you and I talk a little… get to know each other a little better,' she heard Jack whisper in her ear. 'Though I can tell right now, I've seen enough of you to knows that I'm going to like spending the evening with you.'
Rita was having some trouble figuring out what was going on. As her eyes grew more accustomed to the near darkness, she could see that some people were hugging and kissing, their hands wandering over each other's bodies, squeezing and massaging here and there. She found where her husband was, and over the bodies of people sitting on the floor and couch, she could see Kelly with her arm around Owen's waist, pulling him tightly against her. Her mouth hung open as she saw that Owen wasn't making the slightest move to resist. Far from it, in fact. Owen was moving his arm around Kelly's waist now, drawing the loud red-head tightly against his powerful frame.
A shiver of hatred, fear and frustration rippled through Rita's entire body, and she wanted to walk across me room and ask Owen just what the hell he thought he was doing, but her attention was arrested by the sensation of Jack drawing up against her, his buttocks pressing tightly, urgently against hers.
'What's the matter, baby?' he breathed into her ear. 'Don't you like what you've got?'
'Just what is this anyway?' Rita asked, her voice as angry as she could make it, though she whispered, not wanting to disturb the strange, forbidding hush that had taken over when the lights had been dimmed.
'You mean you really don't know?' Jack asked, drawing his broad face away in mock surprise. 'I find it hard to believe that Tina and Bob didn't tell you. This is a wife-swapping club. You and that hubby of yours are the
