He wondered as they walked the moonlit paths, passing anoccasional couple engaged in some pre-party activities, what thisgrand party could be like. W...y had Mike insisted that they mustgo? As they walked along Pines Boulevard they could see the brightglow of the lights coming from their destination. They turned onthe boardwalk and proceeded towards a large house built on theedge of the Great South Bay. The lights grew brighter and Stevecould distinguish a line of uniquely dressed guests. What I felt was my blood coming from my just ripped apart asshole. After he held his huge, hard cock deep inside of me for a few seconds he slowly began to pull it out of me. He then slid back into my ass slowly, as if to prolong the pain of him being the first in my tight ass. He did this over and over for about 5 minutes. I felt myself get weak from all the pain. No matter how much I screamed he just kept owning my ass with his cock. It wasn't until I became quiet that he stopped fucking me. And be honest.’ He said. ‘What is it?’ She asked, already knowing, blushing, equal parts shame and exhilaration in her heart, dueling. Her answer danced on her lips, awaiting freedom. ‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ He asked. He sat, looking at her, waiting. Expectant. Eyes, greedy for her reaction, the minutiae, searched her face. Her shame diminished, heart racing, skin prickling, she nodded slowly. A spark went off inside her, warmth spreading between her legs, up her spine as she admitted her. I was afraid of being judged, especially about how I might be judged, having just given both of their husbands blow jobs a little more than an hour earlier. Of course since they were in on the original ruse, and if what Peter said about it being their idea was true, I was the one already judging them as evil bitches.I justified that my agreeing to go was in fairness to Peter, but the truth was that after overcoming the initial shocking prospect of the sordid act of swinging with two other.