Swapped by Brynn Paulin, Keaton Quist Page B

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    “You know that TV show,” Tom said. “Wife Swap? The guys in the firm created their own version of it. They run their own wife swap for one three-day weekend every month.”
    “What the fuck, Tom!” I exclaimed, not caring at this point if anyone else heard. Despite my arousal, reality pummeled into me. For lack of a better term, Jayson Newman and his associates were swingers. And apparently, my husband wanted to join the club. Why he thought that gave him carte blanche to incorporate the alternative lifestyle into our marriage, I’d never know. I’d been faithful to him for the ten years we’d been married, and as far as I knew, he’d never strayed outside our bed either. Maybe I’d been a fool to believe that. He seemed to have no problem with the idea of swapping me and grabbing someone else’s wife.
    I’d felt like crap before over his lack of interest; now, I felt worthless. My bottom lip quivered as the emotion hit me, and I bit it to keep from showing my hurt. Tom was an asshole, and I’d been brought to a den of lust to drive home the point.
    “Bad form, Tom,” Jayson said, coming up behind us. His hands slid over my hips with more familiarity than he should have had. “You were supposed to tell her before you got here.”
    “I never would have gotten her into the car,” Tom replied with a shrug. “Everyone’s paired up. Does that mean Sizzy’s mine?”
    “Oh yeah, all yours, baby,” Sizzy answered. The stunning, light-skinned black woman sidled up to him then laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down for her kiss. My stomach dropping to my feet, I watched him hungrily devour her lips, growling as he closed his eyes and consumed her.
    Anger and despair slashed through me. This couldn’t be happening!
    “Never been to a swinger’s party?” Jayson asked, his hand creeping farther along my hip. I was too distracted to push it away as I speechlessly stared wide-eyed at my husband and Jayson’s wife.
    Stepping back from Tom, Sizzy stripped off her thin jersey dress and let it fall to the foyer floor. Tom jerked her to him and opened his mouth on her breast while he fingered her cunt.
    “Tom!” I gasped, but both of them ignored me. Jayson’s fingers tightened on me.+ar">“Noear
    While Tom sucked, Sizzy reached her hand to his pants and kneaded his cock through the fabric of his khakis. He thrust into her fingers. She turned and grinned triumphantly at Jayson then put her lips to Tom’s ear and whispered something.
    After a moment, they disengaged and walked hand-in-hand into the large living room. I watched them go then I realized there were more people here than I’d originally thought. My husband’s secretary was going down on some guy I didn’t recognize. His cock thrust into her mouth while another man pushed up her skirt. He shoved his hand between her thighs. As I watched his fingers sink into her pussy, my own thighs shook. My cunt flooded with my slick juice when I wondered what it would be like to experience sex with even one man I didn’t know.
    My breathing grew ragged as I saw the secretary’s cream making the guy’s fingers shiny while he rapidly pumped them into the woman’s cunt. Her hips shook as she worked with him, fucking his fingers. All of a sudden, he shoved at his pants and without any pause drove his dick into her. She screamed her pleasure around the shaft in her mouth.
    Jayson bumped closer to me, his cock pressing to my ass as his body pressed flush to me. His hand was flat on my tummy now, his fingers splaying dangerously close to my pussy. Only the thin fabric of my dress separated him from my throbbing vagina. His fingers curled, barely cupping me, and a tremor rocked through me.
    “Quite a show, isn’t it?” he murmured.
    “Did Tom know what this party was about?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. I just couldn’t accept that my husband would do this to me.
    “About the sex? Yeah. That he’d