A Different Kind of Party

 

 

A Different Kind of Party

 

By Fanlon

 

 

Copyright

The Windy Pines

Copyright © 2025, Fanlon. All rights reserved.

 

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

Product names, brands, and other trademarks referred to within this book are the property of their respective trademark holders. Unless otherwise specified, no association between the author and any trademark holder is expressed or implied. Nor does it express any endorsement by them, or of them. Use of a term in this book should not be regarded as affecting the validity of any trademark, registered trademark, or service mark.

 

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Acknowledgements

 

 

 

Chapter One

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. The fact that I agreed to this was way out of character for me, and now that I was mid-stroke in someone that wasn’t my girlfriend…holy shit!

Okay, let me back up a bit.

My name’s Thomas Williams, but everyone just calls me Tom. I am an average guy in almost every way you can measure – medium-length brown hair, just under six feet tall, athletic build, but not cut by any stretch. I don’t have one of those ten-inch cocks people like to write about as if they’re normal. Mine’s average, and I like it that way because I am not limited on where I can put it, if you know what I mean.

I’m just decently in shape, you know, average. I’m not a virgin or some late bloomer that’s helpless when it comes to sex. I know my way around a woman and even had a nice little reputation by the time I graduated from high school, and I maintained it in college that I was one of the “good guys” for girls to experiment with.

There are a lot of reputations you don’t want when it comes to girls while you’re in high school. This one, however, was the one everyone would have wanted. Trust me. I basically had a license for girls to let their inner freak out with me, and let me tell you, there were some shocking things some of those girls were curious about, but that’s a different story for another time.

Anyways…

I graduated from college last year and was just getting settled into the daily grind of post-college life. Not to mention all the responsibilities that come with officially being an adult. I have a girlfriend, Mandy. The two of us have been dating for a little over a year now. She was still in college and was set to graduate with a degree in psychology this year.

Mandy also happened to be one of my little sister’s best friends. Dating Mandy wasn’t planned on my part. I hadn’t secretly lusted after her since puberty or any such nonsense. No, it was nothing like that. To be honest, I hardly even knew she existed. Sure, I knew who she was, but that was only in passing. I would have been hard-pressed to pick her out of a police lineup if I’d needed to.

Still, here I was, fresh out of college and dating my little sister’s best friend, and let me tell you, that took some getting used to.

Here’s the thing…my sister, Stephanie, we weren’t all that close when we were kids. It’s not like we fought all the time or anything like that. We just ran in different circles and had different interests. We didn’t have any mutual acquaintances to bring us together at parties or anything. To put it bluntly, I didn’t want her around me and my friends, and she didn’t either. Aside from the rare late-night phone call where she needed a ride home from a house party, our lives were completely separate.

Things took a hard left turn during my summer break before my senior year in college. I was back at home, trying to save whatever money I could, when Mandy had apparently approached my little sister, asking if I was single.

I was shocked when Stephanie came to me to tell me about her friend. I probably should have reacted better at the time, but hindsight being twenty-twenty, that’s easy to say now.

“Hey, um, Tom?” I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I was already open, so I spun in my desk chair to find my little sister poking her head in my room, grinning like a lunatic. “You got a second?”

“What are you doing? No, wait!” I heard another panicked feminine voice hissing from out in the hallway, out of sight. I saw a pair of hands grab onto my sister’s shoulders, trying to yank her away from my door, but Stephanie held onto the door frame, giggling as she held off her attacker. “Stop! Please, you can’t, not right now—"

“What, you wanted to know.” Stephanie’s cheeks reddened as she smiled at me and quickly turned, batting away the strange hands desperately pulling at her tank top. “Trust me. It’s going to be fine.”

“Oh, God!” the strange voice whined, and then there was a strangled yelp as my sister freed herself from her attacker, and she turned to face me again.

It was crystal clear that whoever was in the hallway did not want my sister talking to me. That much was painfully obvious, but my sister thrived in those types of awkward moments. She loved to put people on their heels and call them on their bluffs or embarrass them in general.

Stephanie's a lot of things, most of which were directly related to annoying. Though I had to give her credit for one thing, she was fearless and always had been. She wasn’t exactly a rebel, but she wasn’t afraid to paint outside the lines either.

I sighed and rolled my eyes at my sister’s antics. 

“What do you want?” I deadpanned, not having a clue what was coming next.

“Oh, it’s not what I want, not exactly,” Stephanie grinned evilly. “It’s what my friend wants.”

“Steph, oh shit!” I saw a head peek around my door frame. Whoever it was, she was so quick I almost didn’t see her before she retreated back into the safety and seclusion of the hallway. 

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” I groaned, sitting back in my desk chair with my arms folded across my chest. “What does your friend want then?”

“You.” Stephanie grinned.

My eyes widened in shock before reality set in, and my defenses were brought to bear. My brow furrowed, and I glared at my sister.

“Me?” I asked, giving her a questioning look as if I didn’t believe her. My sister had never been the most reliable when it came to answering questions or just giving you all of the information you needed.

“Yup, you,” she nodded, her eyes dancing with unbridled mirth as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down suggestively. “She wants to know if you’re single.”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit games, Steph.” I groaned and spun my chair around and putting my back to the doorway, thinking they would just go away.

I was wrong.

As it turns out, my sister wasn’t full of shit, much to her amusement. Her friend really was interested in me, and the next thing I knew, Mandy and I were regularly going out on dates. Even more shocking, we hit it off almost immediately. We were virtually inseparable from that point on.

###

There was one major unforeseen consequence to having a relationship with Mandy that I never really stopped to think about before I was already in neck-deep. That problem was my little sister. Now that I was romantically attached to one of her best friends, Stephanie knew more about me than I had ever intended. In hindsight, I should have assumed that with me dating her best friend, that would be the case, and frankly, I should have expected it, but I didn’t.

I know I underestimated the level of detail girls shared when it came to talking about their relationships. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was left off the table, especially when it came to sex. It was bad enough to hear Mandy talking on the phone to Stephanie about such things. It was something completely different when they were together, in person, talking about it like I wasn’t there. That was something I just couldn’t wrap my head around. Even stranger was the fact that Stephanie wanted to know all the gritty details. To make things even more awkward, she was … proud of me, and my sexual prowess.

I wasn’t naive enough to think some of those bedroom secrets wouldn’t be shared. It was the level of detail that truly shocked me. It wasn’t a one-way street either. Mandy learned all kinds of things about my sister and who she was dating or had flings with, and Mandy loved trying to tell me all about it.

Thankfully, Stephanie didn’t seem to date guys longer than one or twice. That meant that I was never thrust into the delicate situation of having to meet one of those…guys. From the way Mandy and my sister talked, it was for the best.

Still, I learned early on that it was wise to make myself scarce when Mandy and Stephanie talked. Honestly, as long as I didn’t hear them talking about me and some of those ‘sexy details,’ it really didn’t bother me all that much. I would still cringe if I thought about it for too long, but for the most part, I loved being around Mandy, and if my little sister knowing certain, extremely intimate things about me was the price I had to pay to be with her, then fine by me. Mandy was worth it.

###

Alright, back to my beautiful girlfriend Mandy, and how I ended up in the surreal situation where I was fucking a girl I’d never met before, right in front of her.

Mandy was a small thing. Loosely curled blonde hair, big blue-green eyes, full lips, and a little button nose. She had been huge in gymnastics ever since she was a little girl but had given up the dream of going to the Olympics due to an injury while she was in high school. The nice thing that came from that was her body started to really fill out once she slowed down on all the intense training. Since then, her tits had blossomed into perfect handfuls, and the firm, fullness of her ass was mesmerizing. She was a shade over five feet tall, what she playfully liked to call “fun sized.” 

Still, this was my first, true, long-term relationship, and I was starting to think she might be the one. Then, she said my sister had extended us a rare invite to a party, a special… couples-only kind of party. That wasn’t exactly true. Single guys weren’t allowed. Single girls were, but whoever heard of a party where single girls weren’t allowed? Exactly, that was almost universally encouraged!

Getting an invite to a party like this from my sister was weird, to say the least. Mandy and I had talked and even honestly joked about trying to get into a group of people like this many times before. We’d even had some pretty deep conversations about what it would be like and how to go about finding couples that were swingers.

The first time Mandy brought up the subject with Stephanie was while she was over visiting for dinner and just to hang out. The two girls were chatting away at the kitchen table while I was making dinner in the kitchen, only feet away, finishing off the layers of the lasagna I was preparing. I felt like a fish out of water the whole time. Not because of the subject matter, though that was part of it if I was honest. No, the bigger issue was that it was my sister whom she was talking to.

Stephanie immediately latched onto the idea, thinking it would be “so cool” if we started swinging or even just brought in a third for an occasional threesome.

“God, it would be so hot to pick up some random person and bring them home and fuck their brains out all night,” Stephanie said, her eyes alight and wild at the idea.

She’d been on her third glass of wine at that point and wasn’t exactly drunk, but she was deeper in than just “tipsy.” When she got to this stage, there was no holding her back. She didn’t have an ounce of shame or concern for what the people around her might think of whatever came out of her mouth.

“Yeah, it would!” Mandy immediately agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically before taking another sip of her own glass.

“Would you want to find another guy so you could … you know?” Stephanie paused, letting the unfinished question hang in the air. “Two hard cocks would be SOOO much fun!”

“You’re such a slut,” Mandy teased.

“What’s wrong with that?” Stephanie fired right back, completely unfazed at Mandy’s comment. It almost seemed like she was proud of that label and wore it as a badge of honor.

“Nothing, just stating a fact.”

I rolled my eyes at the two women’s play-by-play. This wasn’t anything new for me. I’d heard it all before, but that didn’t change the awkwardness of my hearing it each time. Thinking of my little sister as a slut was not something I enjoyed nor even wanted to think about.

“We’ve talked about it.”

“You have?” Stephanie gasped, and I looked over to see her craning her neck to look in my direction, eyes wide in shock. “You’d let her bring home another guy?”

Thankfully, I didn’t need to answer that question because Mandy did it for me.

“I think it would be more fun with another hot girl,” Mandy explained. “The idea of two guys all over me sounds like fun, but I really want to watch Tom with another woman.”

“Oh my! You just want to watch, or are you going to join in?”

“What kind of question is that! Of course, I am going to join in, I want her face buried between my legs while Tom is taking her from behind.”

I could feel the heat in my face rising by the second as they talked about me like I wasn’t standing right here. Luckily, I could blame the flushed look on my face on the heat of the oven right next to me and the previously boiling pasta water on the stove.

The idea of fucking a chick from behind while she was going down on Mandy was amazing, and my mind started racing through all the potential women I had met over the years in college, even some of those really fun ones from high school.

“I like it!” Stephanie replied, her voice suddenly sounding dangerous. Like she knew something we didn’t. “There is only one problem with that idea, though.”

“And what’s that?” Mandy asked defiantly.

“You won’t be able to see Tom in action, if you know what I mean.”

“Hmm, that’s a good point. I really do want to watch his hard cock as he works it in another girl’s pussy.”

“Mandy!” Stephanie shouted, sounding shocked at her friend’s words and how blunt she was being about it.

“I’m just saying.”

“Oh, I’m not judging. I get it.”

There was a weird feeling in the air just then that sent a shiver down my spine. I shook it off, doing my best to keep my attention and focus on what I was doing and not what my sister had just said.

“So, what if you could join a swingers’ party, would you go?”

“Hell yes!” Mandy agreed, and the two women fell into a fit of giggles.

###

It was about a week later when the three of us were gathered at my place for another night of drinks and good food, when the conversation inevitably drifted to the topic of sex. It was really strange how interested Stephanie was in our sex life. It made me feel kind of dirty…if I was honest. I was her older brother, not just some dude her best friend was dating. She wasn’t supposed to be asking questions. Pointed questions about me and what I liked in bed.

“So, when are you going to pick up some chick at the bar and bring her home and ravage her unsuspecting body?”

“Steph!” Mandy gasped, giggling shyly.

“What?” Stephanie shrugged off Mandy’s exclamation. “It’s just a question.”

“I don’t know,” Mandy answered, sounding unsure. “I mean, we’ve talked about it a lot while we’re in bed.”

“You mean while my brother is fucking you senseless?”

“Come on, Stephanie!” I growled, rolling my eyes at her as Stephanie spun on me.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Stephanie said. “It’s just sex. What’s the big deal?”

“Seriously? You’re my sister.”

“So? What’s that go to do with it?”

I was at a loss for words. I just shook my head and went back to putting the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink for Mandy to wash after Stephanie went home.

“You’re such a big baby, you know that?”

“Whatever—”

“Okay, okay. Leave him alone,” Mandy jumped in, redirecting Stephanie’s attention back onto her and away from me. 

“I have one more question and then I’ll stop talking about it for the rest of the night, deal?”

“Okay,” Mandy smiled, and they both turned to me. I gave them both a look, sighed, and nodded my own agreement.

“Great!” Stephanie cheered, excited again. “So, you remember Bruce, the guy I was telling you about a couple nights ago?” Mandy nodded eagerly, shifting forward in her seat, obviously interested in what Stephanie was about to say. “What if I could get you two an invite to one of those parties. Bruce is going to host the next one.”

“Holy shit, seriously?” Mandy’s eyes went round, and her jaw dropped.

I looked over to see my little sister grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“I’m not saying I can, but if I could, would you two come if I could get permission to invite you two?”

“Are you going to be there?” Mandy asked in a rush, reaching out and grasping Stephanie’s hands in hers and getting to her feet.

“Yup,” Stephanie nodded.

“Tom, do you want to go?” I looked over and saw the hopeful, excited look on my girlfriend’s face, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was so eager and anxious that I couldn’t say no to her.

“Sure, if you really want to.”

“Yesss!!!” Mandy jerked my sister to her feet, and the two started jumping up and down and spinning in circles.

“If you two would get ahold of yourselves, can we go watch a movie or something now?” I said, drying my hands off and handing the kitchen towel on the handle of the stove.

“Oh, I could find something to hold onto…” Stephanie teased and grabbed for Mandy’s breasts.

“Eek!” Mandy squeaked and took off running towards the living room with Stephanie in hot pursuit.

This is going to be a disaster, I just know it. 

###

 

Stephanie called the following evening with the good news. Mandy was over the moon ecstatic, and she wasn’t the only one. I was pretty damned excited myself. We were going to go to a swingers' party!

I just didn’t think my sister was going to be the one who would give us the chance to explore that world.

So, my long-time girlfriend and I were supposed to go to this “party,” and we were supposed to dress up. Let me rephrase that, I was supposed to dress up. This was a formal party, and by formal, I mean the black-tie kind. The girls apparently didn’t have any kind of dress code, but again, who would enforce a dress code for girls, and when did you ever see a girl not get all dolled up for a party, regardless?

Mandy was wearing a brand-new dress. It was a stunning “little black dress” that left her shoulders bare aside from two tiny straps that ran over her shoulders. The front plunged so deeply in the front that you could see the under-curve of her breasts. The look really accentuated her natural cleavage, and I could just make out the little bumps to indicate her nipples through the thin fabric, leaving zero doubt about her lack of a bra.

The bottom of the dress looked insanely tight around her hips and barely made it past the bottom curve of her ass. Her amazingly toned and tanned legs were on full display. Last but not least was a pair of black, four-inch heels.

My jaw hit the ground when she first showed off her new outfit, turning slowly and allowing me to leer at her for as long as I wanted to.

“No panties?” I raised an eyebrow in question. I knew she wasn’t wearing any, or if she were, they were impossibly small.

“Nope,” Mandy grinned. “I didn’t want panty lines to ruin the look of the dress.”

“You look stunning.”

“Thanks, babe.” She blushed, rushing to wrap me in a tight hug.

The only problem she had with her new dress, and her lack of underwear, was the fact that she had to keep pulling the hem of it down every two seconds so that it didn’t ride up. When she tried to slide into my arms, she wasn’t careful in how she moved, and her dress slipped upwards, exposing all her delectable ass.

“Oh, shit!” Mandy panicked, her hands reaching for the bottom of her dress that was now bunched up around her waist.

“Oh, shit is right,” I agreed, chuckling as I let my hands slide down over the smooth skin of her butt.

“Hey, stop that!” She swatted the hand on her ass playfully.

“What? I can’t enjoy what you’ve put on display?”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Fine,” I sighed, putting on a show of being so thoroughly put out. “You’re going to have to keep that dress of yours under control or else you’re going to end up giving every Tom, Dick, and Harry a free show tonight.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” The smirk on her face was telling, but she still pulled the garment down, covering her perfect ass. “Such a shame—” I sighed, as I shook my head. “Come on, let’s get going.”

###

Being the chivalrous boyfriend I was, I opened the passenger door of my truck for her.

“Do you think trying to act all gentlemanly is going to get you lucky or something?” Mandy teased, smiling brightly, and she took my offered hand for help as she climbed into the truck.

“Obviously! Is it working?” I smirked.

“You have no idea,” her voice came out as almost a guttural growl. “If I hadn’t promised Steph that we were coming to this party, I would ride you right here in the driveway in your truck!”

“I should have bent you over the couch inside…” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that!”

I laughed, and as soon as I saw her feet were tucked in away from the door, I closed it and hurried around and jumped into the driver’s seat.

“I’m serious, Tom,” Mandy said, her voice full of passion and desire. “You look so handsome right now in that suit. God, I would probably let you do anything you wanted to me right now.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, and she waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

I immediately threw open my door and hopped out.

“Tom, No!” Amanda screeched. I opened the passenger door and made like I was going to dive after her seat belt. “We can’t!” Mandy started laughing as I acted like I was frantically trying to free her from the passenger seat. “Tom, please, I promised your sister!” I paused and looked up at her, and our eyes met. “I promise, later, everything you ever dreamed, we’ll do it.”

“Anything?” I questioned, and she nodded. “You promise?”

“Get in the truck and you’ll find out later.” She growled, and I grinned evilly. Her smile was all the promise I needed. “After the party.”

###

The party didn’t start until 9:00, so we decided to go have dinner and maybe a couple of drinks to loosen up, so to speak. We went to one of our favorite bar and grill, where most of the waitresses and bartenders knew who we were. There is something about walking into a place like that where people know you, greeting you with a smile, and asking if we want the usual.

Cheers was right, “You want to go where everyone knows your name.”

“Oh my, what’s going on tonight?” Amy asked. She was a fiery girl in her early to mid-twenties and our usual waitress. She was cute, but not at all my type. Still, the three of us got along great, and she always made me and Mandy laugh. From the way she gave us the once-over when she walked up to our table, she was trying to figure out exactly why we were so dressed up. “Whatever it is, it must be important.”

“Just a party,” Mandy replied, grinning, and she leaned into my side.

Amy gave me an inquisitive look, and I just shrugged, grinning.

“Must be some kind of party.” That comment was an obvious question, but neither of us took the bait. A big cheesy smile split across my face, and Mandy started snickering. Amy waited for us to tell her more, but neither of us was going to offer up anything important. “Fine, don’t tell me. I see how it is.”

“Oh, come on, Amy,” Mandy whined dramatically. Her reaction was all for show; the three of us knew it, but everyone else around us didn’t, and that’s kind of how we rolled. Mandy and I were dangerous together, and when we added Amy into the mix, watch out.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Amy guffawed. “The usual?”

“That’d be great, thanks,” I quickly answered, cutting off the chance for any more theatrics.

Mandy and I ate a light meal along with a couple of drinks each. The idea in the first place was to loosen up, and a couple of drinks did that perfectly.

We left a hefty tip like we always did and hurried out to the truck before Amy could stop us and try to wheedle out more information on what was really going on. The crazy thing I realized as the two of us raced through the parking lot was that I was just as excited to get to the party as Mandy was. She noticed it too.

“Someone’s excited to get to the party,” Mandy teased, leaning over the center console and kissing my cheek before nipping at my ear. The way she leaned forced her sweet chest forward, and the cut of her dress threatened to open and spill her tits out right then and there.

“Hey!” I hissed, my shoulders coming up to protect my ear as a shiver ran down my spine from the touch of her lips on my skin. She knew every time she did that I would flinch, and she relished in her ability to make me react like that whenever she wanted.

“Oh, don’t try to act like you aren’t.” Mandy grinned in a not so friendly way.

“I’m excited, okay? Happy now?” I grumbled. “I still can’t believe Stephanie was the one who invited us.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know your little sister has a wild side.”

“Ignorance is bliss!” I replied. That was true. I knew she was a bit crazy from growing up around her, and even more so when Mandy started telling me about her exploits.

“Oh, knock it off. It’s not that big of a deal.” Mandy waved off my reply as unimportant.

“It’s my little sister!” I snapped.

“I know!” Mandy giggled.

“This is going to be crazy.” I just shook my head.

“Yup!” she started giggling. “What time is it?”

I looked at my phone, “Almost 8:30.”

“Oh shit, let’s go!” She quickly twisted away from me and fell into the passenger seat. Once there, she reached to pull the seatbelt over her shoulder and buckle in. “I’ll text Steph and let her know we’re on our way.”

“Here we go…” I groaned, rolling my eyes as I started the truck.

“Here we go, what?”

“The minute you two start texting, it doesn’t stop,” I answered as I looked over my shoulder to check for traffic, and seeing no one, I started to back up and then headed towards the main street.

“We don’t talk that much.” She fired back, her thumbs flying across the screen so fast it was like she was getting paid by the letter. She didn’t even bother to look up at me.

“Yes…you do,” I replied, matter-of-factly. I was right, though, as much as Mandy didn’t want to admit it. She and my little sister were attached at the hip. Those two could talk all night long if you let them. I had learned long ago that their closeness was part of the deal when it came to dating her. She was going to talk to my sister. If I tried to get in the middle of that…let’s just say I only made that mistake once and thoroughly learned my lesson.

“You still love me,” Mandy said, putting her phone down for a second as she leaned over the console and kissed me on my cheek before turning her focus back to her phone.

“You’re damned right.” I agreed. Knowing it wasn’t worth it to try to deny what was going on, I finished, “Let me know what she says.”

###

I stopped the truck at the edge of the driveway in front of a large home in one of the nicer sections of town. I was hoping there was going to be somewhere for me to park close by, but as luck would have it, the sides of the residential street were packed bumper to bumper. I was going to have to park around the corner…if I was lucky.

“She says she’s coming!” Mandy was fidgeting like crazy in her seat while she waited for my sister to come out of the house. “There she is!”

I looked out towards the front door and sure enough, there was Stephanie, hurrying out the front door in a black dress that made Mandy’s look like she was in a nun’s habit.

“Holy shit, what is she wearing?”

“She looks hot, right? It’s times like this when I really wish I had tits like hers.”

“You’re talking about my sister,” I complained.

“That doesn’t make her tits any less fantastic, I mean, look at those things.”

“For God’s sake, Mandy. My sister looks like she is one bad sneeze away from being naked in the front yard!” I turned my head away, looking out the driver’s door and away from my approaching sister. “I don’t need to see that.”

“Quit being such a prude,” Mandy gave me a playful shove, but I still didn’t look in her direction. “You know she looks hot even if you don’t want to admit it.” Before I had the chance to tell her she was wrong, she yelled out the window, “Hey, Steph!”

“You guys made it!” I heard the unmistakable sound of joy and happiness in Stephanie’s voice. “Holy shit, girlfriend, is that the dress?”

“Yeah,” Mandy giggled. “Wait until you see me when I get out of the truck.”

“I told you it was perfect.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing compared to that!” I knew what Mandy was referring to; I didn’t need to look to verify it. “I can’t believe you’re wearing it outside.”

“It’s dark, and no one can really see me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far; we saw you.”

There was a rapid-fire whispered conversation that I couldn’t make out, which ended with both girls giggling. Great.

“Well, come on. Hurry up and get out of the truck. We should get inside.” My sister said before I heard the passenger door open. “Go find a place to park, Tom. Your girlfriend and I will be waiting for you inside.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I waved them away as I kept my eyes forward. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as I heard the door slam shut, I pulled away, resisting the temptation to see Amanda as she walked toward the house. If she were walking with any of her other friends, I would have been drooling over the sight I had been doing my best to forget. The simple fact, she was walking with Steph kept my eyes forward.

###

Finding a place to park took far longer than I had hoped. It wasn’t like the streets were completely filled with bumper-to-bumper cars. There were a lot of vehicles, sure, but it was the way they were all parked. All of them seemed to be just close enough together that I couldn’t get my truck in between them. It was frustrating.

“People need to learn how to fucking park!” I muttered as I passed yet another space that was almost big enough but not quite.

Finally, I managed to find a spot almost two blocks away from the party and jogged back to the house in hopes that Mandy was still waiting for me. The chances of that were slim. Steph wasn’t exactly considerate of me when she and Mandy were together. I was always the third wheel in the group whenever we went out. It was annoying, but my girlfriend always made sure I wasn’t far away, regardless of what her best friend had planned for the two of them.

So, when I made it back to the house and found the front porch empty, it wasn’t a surprise to me. “Steph and Mandy had already gone inside…great!”

I walked up to steps on the front stoop, knocked heavily on the front door to announce my presence. The door swung open almost as soon as I pulled my knuckles away to find Mandy standing there, smiling excitedly, with my sister just behind her, talking to a guy I didn’t recognize.

“Took you long enough,” Mandy chastised me softly, pitching her voice low enough that no one else could hear her comments.

“It’s not my fault people don’t understand how to park around here.”

There was a moment there as Mandy’s and my eyes met. That’s when I saw how flushed her cheeks were, and not only that, that same blush was radiating down her neck and stopping just at the tops of her exposed cleavage. She was breathing hard, and I could see the way her dress dug into those perfect mounds each time she took a deep breath. Then her eyes flicked towards her right, as if trying to point out a secret she didn’t want anyone else to see.

I glanced in the same direction, the doorway opened into the living room, and there were two other couples.

“Holy shit!” I hissed when I saw what was going on with those two couples.

“Shh!” Mandy’s stepping in close to me, placing her hand over my mouth.

One of the guys was sitting on the couch, making out with a good-looking blonde while another brunette was on her knees between his legs. From the way her head was moving, it was obvious what she was doing. The other guy was sitting on the other end of the couch, casually stroking his cock as he watched the show.

“Are they going to…” I left the rest of the question unasked, and Mandy’s eyes danced as she smiled shyly and nodded. “Holy shit!”

“You already said that!” Mandy giggled.

The purpose of this get-together really hit home in that instant. It’s one thing to talk about what it would be like to go to a swingers’ party: it’s another entirely to go to one. I had to blink to ensure that my eyes weren’t about to pop out of my head.

I knew what kind of party this was from the beginning. Like I said, I’m not clueless. The thing was, my sister was here, at a swingers’ party, the same one Mandy and I were at. It was strange to say the least. I didn’t have any desire whatsoever to see my sister naked, let alone having sex! An awkward nervousness washed over me.

My attention was snapped back to the present when Steph turned, noticing me standing there.

“Oh, you’re back,” Steph announced, like she was surprised I hadn’t just gone home after dropping Mandy off at the house.

“Shocking, I know…” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

The fact that two people were about to fuck not twenty feet away, and my sister didn’t even blink an eye at it, was crazy to me.

“Let me introduce you to my friend,” Steph drew the man she was just talking to, towards me. “Bruce, this is my older brother, Thomas.” Bruce nodded his head and reached out a hand in greeting. He looked to be in his early thirties and had a quick smile. “Thomas, this is Bruce.”

“How’s it going?” I asked, not really caring how his evening was going. I only asked because it was polite, and something you do when you first meet someone.

“This is Bruce’s house. He’s hosting tonight’s festivities.” My sister smiled proudly.

“I’m pretty sure Thomas figured that detail out already,” Bruce smirked, and I grinned. I liked him already. Anyone who was willing to give my sister shit, right in front of me, was alright in my book.

My sister’s brow furrowed as she glared at Bruce. “Don’t be a jerk!” Stephanie huffed, slapping his shoulder. Mandy snickered next to me at the little display.

The smirk didn’t leave Bruce’s face, and if my sister’s little assault had affected him at all, you couldn’t tell from the way he reacted, or in this instance, didn’t.

“First time at one of our events?” Bruce asked, his tone made it clear he knew the answer, and I had to guess the way I had reacted to what was going down, or more aptly put, who was going down in the living room, was telling.

I tried to play it cool, smirking and offering a shrug of indifference.

“Ha! You’ll get used to it.” The smile on his face made me relax a fraction.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that,” Mandy replied, her grip on my arm tightening as she pressed against me.

“Why don’t we get you all a drink, and afterwards, I can show you around and introduce you to some folks,” Bruce waved for us to follow him as he turned to walk further into the house. “Cold beer, or would you like something a bit stiffer, Thomas?”

“Just call me Tom, and a beer sounds great.”

“My kind of guy, follow me.”

 

Chapter Two

Bruce, with Stephanie on his arm, led the way to what I assumed was the kitchen, with Mandy and me following a step or two behind.

“I can’t believe the dude was getting a blowjob right there on the couch!” Mandy whispered in my ear. What was shocking was how Mandy said it; she sounded excited and borderline eager.

“Do you want me to find another couch?” I teased, knowing she was going to give me a good reaction.

“Don’t be gross!” I chuckled, and she blushed before looking up at me. “Maybe later.”

We walked into the kitchen to find another couple already there. A gorgeous blonde was sitting at a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen while her husband or date was digging through the fridge.

“Sam, grab me a beer and one for our new friend,” Bruce announced.

“Coming right up,” the guy, apparently Sam, replied before grabbing two more Coronas from the fridge. “Lime?”

Doug looked at me questioningly.

“No thanks,” I shook my head. “As long as it’s ice cold, I don’t need any training wheels.”

“You’re more of a man than me,” Sam chuckled and opened the three bottles of Corona.

“Bruce, whose fault is it that the wine is already gone?” the blonde asked from her perch on her stool.

“I told Laura to pick up a few bottles on her way home,” Bruce grumbled. “Did you check the pantry cabinet over there?” Bruce pointed at a pair of tall cabinets on the other side of the fridge.

“I’ll look,” Stephanie offered, separating herself from Bruce's side.

“Tom, Mandy, I want you to meet two of my closest friends, Sam and Jenny.”

Sam smiled and handed me a beer, and Jenny gave us a little wave in greeting.

“So, you’re the friend Stephanie has been talking about nonstop,” Jenny said, looking right at Mandy.

“Probably, I hope she didn’t say anything bad about me,” my girlfriend replied reluctantly, suddenly shyer than I had ever seen her.

“Come and sit down,” Jenny smiled, patting the stool on her left. “Let’s talk.”

Mandy turned to me, and I just nodded. She reached up on her tiptoes for a kiss. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and subtly pushed her towards the stool. 

“Why don’t the three of us go out on the back deck and let the girls talk?” Bruce suggested.

“That’s probably a good idea,” Sam chuckled, and the three of us headed out the back door, leaving the girls to their gossip, or whatever it was they were going to talk about.

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“So, let me guess,” Sam said the moment we were outside, and the patio door was closed. “This is your first swingers’ party, right?”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

Sam and Bruce shared a look and then started chuckling.

“It’s obvious for those of us who know what to look for,” Bruce replied, and Sam nodded his agreement.

“Don’t take it like it’s a bad thing, though,” Sam quickly added. “The fact that you’re even here is a big step.”

“Mandy and I have joked about what it would be like to go to a swingers’ party, but I didn’t really think it would ever happen,” I flushed and smiled. “It was more just a fantasy we would talk about during sex and stuff.”

“Yeah, that’s what a lot of people say when they first show up at one of these types of parties,” Bruce replied. “Sam’s been in this world for a long time. I haven’t been involved quite as long as he has, but both of us are seasoned veterans. We have both seen and done just about everything there is to see and do.”

“How did you two get into…”

“Into swinging?” Sam asked, “That’s a long story, and honestly, you probably won’t like what I have to say. It’s safe to say I have been in and around it since I was a teenager.”

“Holy shit!” My jaw dropped. Sam gave me a strange smile. It reached his eyes if barely, but there was a pain or something he was hiding there. I knew instinctively that it wasn’t something I needed to know and didn’t ask any more about his history.

“Let me give you a bit of advice,” Bruce cut in quickly, seeing the look on his old friend’s face.

“First, if you’re going to do this, do it because you want to do it. Not because Mandy wants to.” I nodded; that made sense in my mind without the need for further explanation. “I don’t think I need to explain how you need to make sure Mandy is truly okay with this as well.”

“Oh, she’s really excited—”

“I’m sure she is,” Sam cut me off. “You need to talk to her, really talk, about everything. There can’t be any secrets, none. Trust me.”

“Exactly,” Bruce nodded. “That was going to be my second point. Don’t just blindly dive into this thing headfirst. You'll find out quickly that the water might not be as deep or warm as you’re expecting.”

That got my attention.

“What he means is, this isn’t a race,” Sam paused, looking at me, his eyes intense, making sure he had my full attention. “There are going to be so many things that both she and you will want to experience right away. Most will be amazing, but not all of them. That’s where people tend to get in trouble. They bite off far more than they can chew, and then it’s too late.” Sam took a drink from her beer, as if he needed the time to formulate what he was going to say next. “If there is anything I have learned from my own experiences and watching other people like yourselves stepping into it for the first time, it’s have restraint and be patient. This all falls back on open communication. The two of you need to be a team in everything you do, or don’t do.”

“Are you saying we shouldn’t do anything tonight?” I started to worry about how I was supposed to explain to Mandy that we were supposed to look but not touch. Treat it like window shopping and not a buffet.

“That’s not what we are saying at all,” Sam replied. “Just go slow. This is a time for exploration for the two of you. Have fun and explore! Just make sure you both are working together and neither of you is putting the other in an untenable situation.”

“The last thing I wanted to tell you was that assumptions in this lifestyle will be the death of more relationships than anything else you could do. Assuming what your partner wants or is okay with almost always ends in disaster. Especially early on. Now, if you’ve been doing this for as long as we have…” Bruce threw his arm around Sam, who smiled but playfully pushed Bruce away. “We have a good basis to know what will and won’t piss off our other halves. The old saying, ‘happy wife, happy life,’ is as true as it gets.”

I never thought I would show up at a party like this and then be told to hold back. If anything, I thought I would be told to, more or less, go nuts. What Bruce and Sam told me made total and complete sense, though. I just wasn’t expecting it.

Honestly, I thought all the guys here would try to get me to swap with them so they could fuck Mandy. I think I am pretty secure in myself and think I can handle seeing another guy or even a girl with Mandy. Now…it’s not like I am second-guessing everything, but I am thinking about it a lot more.