Swingers World Ch. 01

"I think they might be swingers."

"What?" Theo turned and stared at the side of her face but Mia did not look away from the traffic. A good thing; she was driving. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, I guess what I mean is... they are swingers. She told me so."

"What? When?" Theo heard how ridiculously flummoxed he sounded, but his mouth was moving faster than his brain and both were trying to catch up with this conversation.

"Oh, on that drive to the conference. The backup from the accident, remember I told you we were just sitting still forever? At first, we had hardly talked, she was on her phone. But after a while, there was nothing else to do. We started to chat. Work stuff at first. But that only lasts so long. It started getting personal. You know how when you're stuck with someone, you sort of become fast friends? I don't know, it was like that."

"Okay..." Theo offered. When Mia did not immediately continue, he rushed in again. "But somehow she told you they're swingers? Aimi and Davis? While you were just... chatting."

"Well, it was quite a chat. Like I said." Theo thought Mia seemed rather blase about the whole thing. As if it were more amazing they had chatted than that their new friends were swingers.

Everyone was new friends for Theo and Mia. It was only a matter of months since they had moved here. The flight from their old home to their new one was only a few hours, but at times the couple felt as if they were in a new country. They were not country hicks, both had grown up in the city and considered themselves current, progressive, metropolitan. But they had talked often, in the wee hours of the night since the move, about how foreign they felt at times.

This couple, Aimi and Davis Martin, had been their first inroad into social life here. Mia worked with Aimi, software implementation for lots of big clients out here. That was the reason for the move.

"I'm sure you're not going to drop that bomb and leave it at that. Give some fucking details," Theo said in exasperation, and his wife laughed, taking a quick smiling glance at him in the passenger seat.

"We were talking about... well, sex. Like I said, things had got personal. I'm not going to walk you through it all. Girl stuff. But she was telling me that things got stale for them years ago, when their daughter Sarah was young, and they had tried all sorts of things to get the spark back."

Theo was frowning at this, looking at the side of Mia's face. Of course he knew why the two women had been talking about that. Mia was always talking about "the spark" and that now that the girls were grown, they had no excuse not to find it again. The whole subject made Theo uncomfortable. Not as much as imagining Mia telling Aimi, who was a gorgeous sexy woman, that Theo wasn't getting it done for her. He felt vaguely ill.

"They did romantic dates, and roleplaying, and kinky stuff. She said the kinky stuff helped. But what really got the two of them excited was swinging. Or 'opening up the marriage', I guess she called it. Sounded like swinging though. Meeting up with other couples. She said it was super common out here, Theo." Mia turned and gave him a weighty look before turning back to traffic. "So, like probably some of our other friends do too."

"Jesus," Theo muttered. He looked out the side window. He was shocked. He was also turned on. And trying not to imagine Aimi fucking. But when you heard this, you kind of had to, right? Mia must have imagined Davis... "Shit, well what are we going to do? We were going to bring the girls with us." They had been on the way to get Alexandra and Joey from home and take them over to the Martins for a frigging dinner party.

Mia laughed, then glanced at Theo. "Oh, you're serious? We can bring the kids still. We've been there a dozen times." Mia shook her head. "You sound like my parents. This isn't some Satanic cult. They just fool around. Doesn't mean they do it at *dinner*, Theo." She laughed again.

"I guess." It was awkward though. He kept imagining those two fucking. Trying to imagine who out of the crowd they fuck around with. Imagined his daughters, sitting around the Martins' pool, not knowing anything about this. Hell, he hadn't know anything about this. And now that he did he felt sure it was going to show on his face. "Didn't it weird you out, to find out though? I mean, you just sprung this on me now. Do you think she was trying to get you to, you know, join up?"

Mia smiled, but kindly. "No, you're right, I was a bit freaked out. I've never met a swinger, or didn't know if I had. And they are not who I would have picked. I mean, I guess that's dumb, maybe they should be. They're both super fit and energetic, and kind of youthful, right? I don't know, I never pictured such put-together, attractive people doing it. But why not? They haven't given up on sex, is all."

Mia chewed on the corner of her lip. Theo knew she was thinking about the two of them again. "But no, I don't think she was propositioning me. It didn't even come up for like an hour. And I don't think it would have if we hadn't been stuck." She reached out and squeezed his forearm, bringing his attention back to her. "But they should want us to join, right? I mean, look at us."

Theo found himself matching her grin. Mia looked fantastic. They were both pushing 45, but Mia could easily pass for 35, nothing but a few lines around the eyes to give it away. Her breasts remained amazing, as he told her whenever they had sex. And he didn't think he was a catch, but he stayed really fit. He was in better shape than he had been 10 years ago, having gotten into cycling and watching his diet.

"There's certainly worse options out there. I just don't think we have the, I don't know, confidence? Chutzpah? I can't imagine going around propositioning folks. Man, that's the best part of being married. Not worrying about that anymore."

"Well, maybe you don't worry as much about rejection. You've already got a partner, and it's just a bit of fun on the side, so who cares." Mia gave a shrug. Theo looked at her carefully. Was she thinking about this?

"Are you wishing she had asked you?" he asked, trying to keep it light. But he saw from her face that she heard the familiar worry in the edge of his voice.

"It would be a nice compliment," she answered off hand. But she met his glance and added, "You know how I feel about *our* sex life. I'm not jumping in bed with these folks, but the fact that someone solved this issue for themselves means something. We had two girls, they only have one, took us a bit longer to get our act back together. But I'd like to think we could. They sound happy. Maybe some of their energy will rub off on us."

Theo ran his fingers along the side of his face. He was having a hard time not thinking about Aimi 'rubbing off' on him. "Well, hopefully it doesn't rub off on the girls. I promised them a good start out here. Do you think everyone at their parties is a swinger?"

Mia laughed. "I think we would have noticed if so. We'd be the only ones left out. And do you think Patti and Max are swingers?" They both laughed. That was not a possibility. "I'm sure they have regular friends too. I shouldn't have told you until we got home. Don't make things weird tonight, Theo!"

He gave her a mini salute, glancing out the window. "I'll forget you ever told me."

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Theo could not stop thinking about Aimi and Davis swinging. He had managed to smile, and chat, and take part in the general conviviality of the party that evening. But every time there was a moment of respite, a break in the action, where he did not need to attend to anything, he found himself picturing it.

How could he not? Davis was standing there, an arm around Aimi's waist, and Theo of course had to imagine how things got started. Would the two couples trade and head off to separate rooms, separate houses? Did they all go at it at once? Two guys on Aimi? Jesus Christ, did Aimi and the other wife get at it?

He had idly envisioned Aimi having sex before. She was a gorgeous woman, who wouldn't? She was shorter and slighter than his wife, dark-haired, dark complexioned, her family Japanese. She always dressed fashionably, skirts and dresses that showed off her toned legs, or pants that suggested the curve of a perfect ass. He'd always wondered what her breasts were like, but she tended to bare her back more than her chest. She obviously kept in fantastic shape. It was easy to imagine her being an active, enthusiastic lover.

Theo had always imagined her with her similarly athletic husband. Or himself. But now Mia had opened up a whole new world of possibilities in his imagination. The Aimi he pictured now was voracious, adventurous... horny? Theo had to shake himself out of this thought train multiple times during the evening. Particularly when chatting with Aimi herself.

"Theo, Mia tells me you've got yourself a big break." Aimi's well-manicured fingers were just resting on his elbow, pulling his attention to her. Not realizing that it had already been on her, all night.

"Well, that might be an exaggeration, but it's a project I'm really excited about. A book proposal was accepted." He couldn't help but notice how solid her gaze was, Aimi's dark-brown eyes giving him unblinking attention. Was she paying him more attention than usual? Was this all part of a plan?

"A book is new, no? I know you write a lot of articles." She had left her fingers there, resting lightly on his arm. Had she ever done that before?

"Yes, you're right. I've published a number of papers. Have to, really, in academia. But I took this sabbatical with the hope of putting together a book - well and because of Mia's work of course, your work. But it wasn't a sure thing. Now I'll actually have something to be working on."

She smiled widely at him, her hand squeezing his bicep now. Theo found himself tensing his arm. Davis was so freaking fit. "That's wonderful. You'll have to drop the girls off then, so you can get some work done. You work from home, no?" She paused and he nodded. Why did she want to know that? "I can drop Sarah off sometimes too, keep your girls occupied. Would that be good?"

Theo's girls were plenty old enough to keep themselves occupied. But that wasn't a polite response. And what if she was asking because... "Oh wonderful, yes. I'll need to hole up in my room for sure." Oh Christ, why had he said that. Was he coming on to her now? Theo broke his gaze, looking around for Mia. Was she getting cornered by Davis right now?

"Then let's get together before your project starts. And school for the girls starts. And Mia's project gets intense. You all come for dinner next week." She gave his arm another squeeze. He tensed again. Was she testing him for something? Was dinner a pretense?

"Sure, sounds great." He hoped his smile wasn't as weak as it felt.

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At that moment, Mia was indeed cornered, but not by Davis. A friend of Davis's, Gary, had offered to get her a drink and then commandeered her attention. He was detailing, quite interestingly, a trip he'd made to Greece. And Mia was quite riveted, she'd been wanting to go, and Gary was a great storyteller, whether she believed all the details or not.

But she was also keenly aware of the way his gaze liked to drift down her face, pause on her lips, and then linger on her chest. Mia could admit she was wearing a dress that invited the gaze, with a deep V-cut and a push-up bra that created quite a lot of cleavage. But most professional men were able to be more discreet. She wasn't entirely sure that Gary cared to try.

Mia hadn't worn the dress for Gary though. Gary was at least 15 years older than her and presumably happily married, though with his roving eye maybe not. But Mia had been thinking of someone with a much more nuanced view of marriage when she had picked out her outfit tonight.

And as if summoned by her thought, there he was.

"Gary, you are always trying to hide away our most gorgeous guest." Davis strolled out onto the patio. Mia felt her breath hitch. She wasn't sure if it was surprise, the feeling of somehow being caught, or his intense eyes.

Davis gave Mia a wink, as he grabbed Gary by the shoulder and collegially pulled him towards the patio doors. "Mingle, my friend. If she decides you're the most interesting guest, she'll come back to you."

The older man willingly went along with the host's nudge, lifting his glass to Mia on his way back inside. "I'll have to hope I intrigued her a little. I can't compete with the young thoroughbreds around here like Davis, but sometimes experience wins out." He patted Davis on the shoulder and gave Mia one more intense lookover before wandering happily inside.

Was he part of this swinging thing, Mia wondered, watching him go. Was that flirting? It hadn't occurred to her to think of the man that way, he was 65 and grizzled and bearded, with a pot belly. But she supposed that didn't mean he'd lost interest. But who would swap with him?

"When I couldn't find you, I knew Gary must have cornered you somewhere. He has impeccable taste and the tenacity of a bulldog." Davis rested an elbow on the high table and unlike Gary, his gaze never left her eyes. It was a bit intimidating.

Mia replied, "Maybe I'm a fool, but I didn't take anything from it. He has some wonderful stories. He seemed just eager to talk." She was flushing a bit, whether because of Gary or from Davis's attention, she wasn't quite sure. Davis had an intensity around him that she found a bit off-putting. It paired well with Aimi, who was so immeasurably self-assured. But Mia found herself lacking in that department when with Davis. She could remember each time they'd been left alone together.

"I'd never call you a fool. I suppose Gary flies under the radar, if you just see an affable old man. But men don't change, no matter how much they age."

Okay, this seemed like flirting. Which would have been unnerving already, she found Davis so coolly intimidating. But it was even worse given what Mia had told her of the two of them. Had he always flirted like this? Or did he now know that she knew? She wasn't about to give him anything. "It was nice of you to come look for me, no matter how much I was enjoying Gary's story. You're a good host." Mia gave him a smile she hoped was friendly but nothing more. "I should find Theo."

"I saw him cornering Aimi in the other room. Let's go see what they're up to." Davis gave Mia a broad smile.

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"So. We're going to dinner."

Theo and Mia stood side by side at the bathroom sink, each immersed in their bedtime routine.

"You weren't there, Mia, she just invited us, in a normal way. It would have been weird for me to refuse!"

Mia met his eyes in the mirror, toothbrush in her hand. "And it didn't occur to you that she might be... recruiting us?"

"I have no idea!" Theo sputtered. "You're the one who told me about this, didn't you say they must have regular friends too? I don't know how to tell if it's a normal invite or an... invite invite."

"Seemed like you were hoping it was an invite invite. She was flirting with you all night." Mia was scowling in the mirror.

Theo saw the rattled look on his own face. He had also thought Aimi might be flirting, but he didn't want to admit that. Didn't know if it was true or just paranoia. "It was just a normal night, a normal invite to a normal dinner, we're just spooked because of this swinging thing."

"But you'd like it, wouldn't you, if she was." Mia was barely brushing her teeth. She was watching him.

"Not any more than you'd like it if Davis was. You've said before how hot he is."

"That was before I knew this!" Mia protested. "And hot's just hot. When he seemed to be flirting with me, I just got away from him. He scares me. He's too... strong."

"Too strong," Theo repeated drily. "Uh-huh."

"He comes on too strong. And he is too strong, so built that it's intimidating. Anyway, you're dodging the question. She was flirting with you, you liked it, she invited us over, you hoped it was to get in your pants and so you said yes."

Theo rolled his eyes. "Maybe I'm adding that 'spice' you've been asking me for." Mia narrowed her eyes. "Just relax, I'm not interested in swinging, you're not interested in swinging. By the end of the perfectly boring dinner we have over there, to which she invited the kids, I'll remind you, we'll be so relieved when we escape and get home that we'll have the best sex of our lives, just glad to be alive. Spice."

Mia tried to give him a stare but her face broke and she laughed, laughing again as she saw how she had sprayed toothpaste on the mirror. "All right, let's move on," she said, or so it seemed, her mouth full of toothpaste.

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Mia did think Theo liked it, the flirting.

The evening with the Martins had started in the late afternoon sun at poolside, then drifted into the large kitchen to chat while the four of them contributed to getting dinner ready. The kids, well all young adults really, had drifted in and out, and Mia felt the room change every time they left. Aimi's eyes were always finding Theo's, as were her fingers, her smile. And Mia could see Theo preening, as if he'd never been paid the slightest bit of attention before.

Mia might have sat and stewed, if she wasn't busy dealing with Davis. She couldn't pretend she wasn't also being targeted. Throughout the night she felt his green eyes on her, and any time she glanced in his direction she found a tiny sly grin hovering at the corner of his lips. Mia had purposefully not dressed up for this dinner, which Theo kept repeating was just a normal dinner. But even in her plain top and shorts, she felt exposed to that gaze. Unlike Aimi with Theo, Davis wasn't always standing next to her, touching. Instead, he was like a leopard lounging at a distance, hardly moving, but his hungry eyes tracking her every step.

"Theo, come help me with the grill. Davis is useless at it." Aimi was smiling again in Theo's direction, a tray of food in her arms, one foot out the screen door.

Could she be more obvious, Mia thought. She watched him with a steady gaze, holding her face expressionless, to see how Theo responded. It was with a smile, and an eager offering to take the tray, and never a glance backward.

The young women had all drifted upstairs to Sara's room, waiting for dinner. And so it was Mia and Davis left in the kitchen. As she was sure was Aimi's intent. Mia could feel his gaze on her, waiting for her to turn away from the screen door and seek out his gaze.

She gave a small sigh, watching the back of Theo's dark head disappear out onto the patio, following the delicate beauty. Mia didn't turn her head. "Useless at it, huh? Big guy like you can't grill?" She heard his snicker. He was standing in the corner, off to her right.

"I can grill just fine," he responded, but he wasn't rising to her bait, Mia could hear that. He knew she knew. "You're a little worried. But you don't need to be."

Now he had her attention. Mia turned in her stool, at the counter where she'd been helping snap green beans. "Your wife tells me you two are swingers. And she's out flirting with my husband. I think I'm entitled to a bit of worry." Davis was leaning in the corner by the refrigerator. He still had the slight grin.

"And my wife tells me you two have been wanting to get some excitement back in the marriage," he countered. "So it seems to me what you have is an opportunity, not a worry. You didn't start refusing our invites once you knew about us, so you at least enjoyed toying with the idea. You're just mad he is enjoying it. But there's always got to be one of the couple who warms up to the idea quicker."

Mia tried to give him a cold stare with her blue eyes. "And you think I'm going to warm up to you?"

Davis laughed, a genuine laugh, not a smirk, and for the first time Mia caught herself liking him. "Oh, I don't know, but warmth isn't everything. Sometimes there's as much fun with a bit of ice." Davis allowed himself to enjoy her frosty look a bit longer, then stood himself up.

"But honestly, Mia, this whole thing isn't about you falling in love, or lust with me, him falling for Aimi. It's about the two of you. I'll tell you what happened for Aimi and I, if you're interested. Because it's obvious you're the one who's going to make this decision for you and Theo. And I'll tell you something important: I don't enjoy drama. I'm not looking for something messy, so I'd rather you make a good decision."

Mia was surprised at the shift in his tone, his energy. He stood up and walked to the other side of the counter. She had to admit he looked good, just wearing a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved button-up, but he was tall, built, and those eyes. But he wasn't letting them crawl all over her, he wasn't looming over the counter. He put both hands down and met her eyes. "Okay, tell me," she acquiesced.

"I think we were a lot like you two. Connected, loving, focused on our kid, ambitious in our work lives. And just not finding time for that physical spark. It gets hard after a kid, it starts to feel like you have to schedule fucking, and a scheduled fuck doesn't really appeal that much. We tried making it spicy with the toys and roleplay and all that, but it mostly just made it weird. We're already struggling to feel sexy and feel excited about this person we see all the time, we've seen get puked on, we depend on for everything. It's hard."

His voice was a bit mesmerizing. Mia remembered that Aimi had said he did presentations or trainings or something at work. He was not so much polished as roughly engaging. And she had to admit, he was speaking her experience to life.

"When we started swinging, it really changed everything." He grinned again at the reaction she knew she had failed to prevent on her face. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But it was undoubtedly the 'something new' we were looking for. We have no desire to ever break up or even have a polycule or whatever, but for the first time in decades we got to feel another person's body in bed - that's something. It's great. But it's not even the big thing, and that's what I want you to hear, Mia."

Davis leaned down on his elbows, really meeting her gaze now. The counter was large enough that even if she did the same they couldn't kiss. But it felt intimate. "Because at first the draw was, wow, look at these other people. But once that blush faded, I watched Aimi off enjoying herself with someone else, and what really hit me was, holy shit, I can't possibly lose her. Look at how fucking amazing she is. And look at these fucking guys lining up to be with her. The real eye-opener was, if we're going to be open, then goddamn I had better improve my game. Because I can't just rely on cruise control anymore. I can't just assume she won't leave because it would be a chore. If I don't make myself someone she wants to spend her time with, she might just stop doing it."

Davis dipped his head to really look up into Mia's eyes. "It was the same for her too. And so when I say, maybe you might want to try this out, it's not so you guys get to go fuck around. It's because now every fucking day Aimi and I are putting in the fucking work to wow each other, to compete with all these other potential partners out there. And there's nothing hotter, nothing more exciting, nothing more wonderful than having a partner who's treating you like something they've just gotta fucking have, and a partner who is doing whatever it takes to get ya. Every day."

He tilted his head, as if to watch and see if his message was received. "Theo might be out there grinning right now because my sexy fucking wife is giving him eyes, but what he will eventually realize is that his sexy fucking wife could go get any dick she wants in town, because she's that fucking hot." He gave her a sly grin again, and Mia felt her cheeks blush. "Maybe Theo's not really putting in the effort right now, but believe me, that fucking egghead is going to have his face between your legs 24/7 once he realizes he's got to earn that shit." He gave a wide grin now, and Mia rolled her eyes. The crass one was back, but she realized now there was something more than that behind the pretty face.

"It's a pretty good little speech. Before you got nasty. How many times have you given it?" She crossed her arms over her chest, but Mia truly felt more comfortable with Davis now than she ever had. And maybe more comfortable with this crazy fucking idea.

Davis shrugged, standing back up and popping a nut in his mouth. "Repeating the truth doesn't make it less true," was his answer. He chewed thoughtfully, looking Mia over again. The leopard gaze was back. "And you don't know nasty, do you, Mia? Theo is a polite little man. But I see it in your eyes. You'd like a little dirty talk. Someone not to treat you quite so sweet. And someone to eat that honeypot." He grinned broadly and waggled his eyebrows and Mia laughed despite herself. "How many times you think you can cum in a row, darling?" he asked.

"Davis!" she looked over at the doorway, frightened she'd seen one of her daughters there. The last thing she needed was the girls hearing anything like that.

"That's not an answer. But it's okay, I enjoy solving a mystery." He gave her a wink, and took the bowl of snap beans from her.

Mia felt something inside of her relax. Despite the fact that Davis had just propositioned her in the most overt way, she no longer quite feared him. She wondered why -- he still physically intimidated her, and sexually too. Mia suspected if she gave him a go he would be on her like a tiger, but she saw in him now, as he tossed the beans in olive oil and turned on the stove, that he was a man with self-discipline. It truly was going to be up to her. Assuming Theo hadn't had a sudden change of mind.

"Your little speech will be useless if I walk out there and find her in his pants," Mia warned him, with a bit of a grin, but a bit of worry too.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," Davis answered casually, not even glancing at her, or out the patio doors. "Aimi has no interest in messes either. Not that kind I should say. She's probably got him desperate to eat out of her hand, but they're behaving themselves. I don't know Theo well, but I can see he's too smart to shoot himself in the foot like that. And we would never do anything with the kids around. You're safe for now." He gave her a knowing wolfish grin. "But next time, there will be no kids."

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The kids were there tonight though. Mia sat between her husband and her girls at the dinner table. She passed Joey the vegetables and asked Alex to sit up straight and tried to act like it was yet another normal dinner. And surprisingly it was.

The Davis from the kitchen earlier didn't seem to be here. This Davis, sitting next to his daughter Sara, was a bit corny and didn't seem like he could flirt himself out of a paper bag. And Aimi, on Sara's other side, didn't make an eye or a double entendre at Theo, but instead quizzed Joey about her college plans and swapped debate club stories with Alex. Davis was telling the truth when he said nothing in front of the kids.

Mia watched her daughters. They were growing up, and that was part of the reason she was in this predicament, she supposed. For years, they'd been her everything. Now, Joey, her firstborn, was heading off to community college in a month. Alex was still in high school but already had a college resume to put most kids to shame. They wouldn't need her much longer, if they did still at all.

It wasn't really that there was empty time. There should be, Mia thought, when she considered all the hours she had once spent getting Joey and Alex to school and fed and dressed and bathed every day. But Mia had a busy career, one that had moved them here from across the country, and that career used up any stray moments that showed themselves in her schedule.

Maybe that was the issue, where once those moments had been full of giggles and touch and deep conversation, now they were filled with spreadsheets, board meetings, and performance reviews.

She had been like these two, Mia remembered, watching Joey and Alex. Two beautiful young women with the whole world at their feet. Joey was a sun-bleached blonde like her mother who didn't mind showing herself off. She had a zest for life, loved making friends, connecting, having fun. Alexandra was more a loner, but she had ambition and talent in spades. The world was her oyster. And she was a beauty herself, though she hid her feminine curves away, with a dark complexion like her father's, his intense eyes.

That's all she wanted back, Mia thought to herself, looking over at Theo. To feel those intense eyes on her again, to feel desirable and desired, to feel like there was more out there than work, binge, and sleep. She didn't want someone other than him. But she wanted them to have something more than that.

"We're happy you made this big move," Aimi was saying to her, and her family. Mia's beautiful colleague was smiling, holding up her glass of wine. Mia raised hers. She met Davis's smiling eyes as Aimi called out her toast, "To new places and new connections."

"New connections," Mia murmured in response.

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Davis had been right. When Theo and Mia received an invite to the Martins, with an addendum that maybe Sara could sleep over with Mia's girls that same night, it was Theo who looked to Mia with an expectant expression. He was waiting for her to tell him what they would answer.

"It's just another dinner together. We can leave whenever we want," is what she told him. But Mia knew, and she imagined Theo knew, that if they didn't want to get involved with the other two, the thing to do would be to stay home. Or go with the kids. Keep things normal.

"Yeah, and the girls want to hang out with Sara, not with us," Theo answered, as if there was nothing else afoot. The two of them stared at each other for a long, lingering moment though, too long for two people deciding to have dinner with friends.

They didn't say anything to hint at what they were readying themselves for, but there were signs. The way they worried over their outfits, asking each other, "how do I look?" The way they caught each other checking the time a dozen times in the hour before they left. The way they each flushed when Alex questioned why Sara was staying over.

"Sara was desperate to get out the house, her mom said," Mia answered quickly. Too quickly? "Guess you two aren't the only ones sick of your parents." The girls both rolled their eyes, but they dropped the subject.

It was only on the car ride over, as the turn to the Martins' house grew nearer and nearer, that the subject was broached.

"You sure about this?" Theo was driving, so had an excuse to keep his eyes on the road, not Mia.

Mia was looking at him, however. "Sure doesn't seem the right word. It's a risk, and I have no idea if we'll be happy or sorry. But I guess that's what we're looking for, right? Something a little riskier than just getting old and dying."

That got a laugh out of Theo. "Jesus, that's a bit crooked."

Mia laughed too. "You know what I mean. And worst case scenario, we never go back, we never talk about it again, and I have some awkward board meetings. I can live with that." She tried to catch Theo's eyes. "Because we're not going to get mad at each other, for something we each agreed to. Okay?"

He felt her attention, glanced sideways. Nodded solemnly. "Of course not. I love you and no weird little Eyes Wide Shut shit is going to change that."

Mia snorted. "No one would put up with the two of us for long anyway. We're stuck with each other."

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Of course the Martins would have two couches, facing each other, Theo thought. He had never noticed that about the Martins' living room, but now he was perched on one with his wife, staring at the other couple directly opposite them, and putting two and two together.

Mia held his hand in hers. They both had a wine glass in their other hands. And they both set them down on the end tables simultaneously as they both realized their hands were shaking.

On the other side of a throw rug, Aimi and Davis were beginning the festivities, Theo recognized. The two couples had wined and dined, traded some entrendres, made some meaningful eye contact. And now the hosts were playing tonsil hockey.

It was much more erotic than that. But Theo was desperately trying to find some way to take the heat out of the moment in front of him. Because he could feel himself stiffening at the sight. Aimi had turned her husband's face to hers and they were kissing passionately, his hands in her hair. Theo found it so hot, the sight of her little tongue darting out from between those perfect lips. Her dress riding up her legs as she twisted sideways.

Mia took his hand and moved it to her thigh. Theo tore his attention away from the couple opposite to notice his wife. Her blue eyes were wide, and aroused. He spread his hand on her upper thigh, slid beneath her black dress. She didn't look at him, but she pressed her hand over his, encouraging him. She was watching the two of them.

And she was gorgeous. Theo was turned on to think he might see Aimi's body in the next few minutes. But now, staring at his wife, her lips unknowingly parting as her chest rose and fell, her blonde curls, her bright eyes, he felt as aroused by her as he had in years. Turning her chin slightly, he leaned in and kissed her, hard.

For the next few moments, he was unaware of the other couple. His hands were on Mia, his tongue in her mouth, his eyes locked on hers. He couldn't tell if the sounds he was hearing were from them or from the Martins. That was surprisingly exciting.

But Mia tore away, catching her breath, and looked to the other couch. Theo did the same. While they had been kissing, Aimi had pushed Davis back until he was nearly prone, his head on the armrest. His shirt was unbuttoned and Theo could only imagine Mia was soaking in the sight of the guy's well-formed chest, covered in light hair. Theo felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought. But then again, there was plenty for him to admire too. Aimi had straddled her husband and her tight green dress had nowhere to go but up. He could see her dark smooth thighs, and the fabric desperately clinging to her shapely ass.

"This is wild," Mia breathed. Theo nodded. It was. It wasn't since college that he had seen some other couple going at it right in front of him. It was hard to look away.

Aimi was moving her lips slowly down her husband's chest. Theo was mesmerized by the sight of her tongue darting between those cupid lips, tasting the bare flesh. He looked guiltily at Mia, but she was staring too. At what exactly, he probably didn't want to know.

But he wanted Mia to feel like an object of desire too. Because she was fucking gorgeous. Theo leaned in and kissed her neck, the soft spot at the side he knew made her tremble. He let his hands roam her body. Aimi was exotic and new, but Mia was a goddess he'd been worshipping for many years.

Her big blue eyes were what drew you in, her crooked smile. But every inch of her looked delectable today. Her little black dress was not skin tight like Aimi's, but it cut snugly around her chest. It had to. Mia had an amazing set of breasts that stood out on her slim body. Tonight, they were pressed together in the scoop neck and Theo couldn't resist cupping them through the fabric, dropping his lips to the cleavage and tasting her.

Her hand stroked the back of his head. The other had reached between them and was feeling for his hardness. Another hand stroked his back, his side. Theo lurched away from Mia's breasts to look behind him.

There they were.

"We don't need to stay so far apart." Aimi was standing next to him, her dark-painted nails trailing down his back. Davis was looming behind her, smiling towards Mia.

Theo sat up straight, while Mia scrabbled back upright as well. It created the space the other couple were looking for. Aimi slid onto the couch at Theo's right. Davis seated himself casually at the other end of the couch, lounging next to Mia. Theo met Mia's eyes. He wondered if his were as wide as hers.

"It's nice to watch you two. But we were hoping you'd share." Aimi was the one who spoke for them, Theo noticed. Did she call the shots, or was that supposed to be disarming for him? Half of him was telling him to keep his eyes on Davis, to worry about what was happening with Mia. The other half was focused on Aimi's body pressed against his side.

A hand turned his chin and he met Aimi's alluring gaze. She was shorter than Mia. Her lips were fuller. She looked up at him with undisguised lust. "Just a kiss, Theo. Let's try that." Her slender hand was behind his head, pulling him down. He was kissing her, kissing this strange woman, his wife's coworker, kissing someone who was not his wife for the first time since... well, college again.

Theo let his eyes drift closed. Even without looking the mouth pressed against his was so clearly not Mia's. The lips felt different. She tasted different. Her tongue pressed into his mouth in a way that was... different. Theo let his tongue touch hers. It felt so erotically charged, his eyes flew open again. Aimi met his gaze and broke the kiss.

"Now, you get to decide if you want to keep going." She had a sly smile, but she leaned back, giving him the space. Theo felt his head turning inexorably towards his wife. This was it. This was when he would see his wife kissing another man, and know if this was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

Mia and Davis were sitting primly, like two prudish teenagers on a date. Davis had his hands carefully away from Mia's body. He bent over her only as much as necessary. But their mouths were pressed together. Mia's eyes were closed and her mouth open as the two kissed passionately.

Theo felt a lurch in his stomach. It was equal parts concern and arousal. It was hot to see her kissing Davis, an objectively good looking guy. And it was worrisome. Theo reached out and grasped Mia's hand, reminding her he was here, silently asking her for her reaction. Mia squeezed back. She turned away from Davis, and the two spouses locked gazes.

"Hot, isn't it?" Aimi asked, to the room in general it seemed. However, as Mia watched, she took Theo's chin in hand and turned his lips to hers. Aimi kissed him, and he kissed her back, feeling Mia watching from the corner of his vision. Wondering how Mia would react. Knowing Aimi needed to know that too. That they all needed to know: could they handle this?

Aimi let him go and Theo returned, like a magnet, to face his wife. To face her judgment.

The judgment wasn't immediately clear. She seemed to be searching his face just as he was searching hers. Did he look different, did he feel different now? Did she? She was flushed, aroused, alive. She was smiling, shyly, at him.

"Do it again," Mia told Theo. And they did.

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The night was like a tide, sweeping them away. Sweeping Mia and Theo, at least. Mia knew in the back of her mind that the Martins were carefully orchestrating the evening, making sure no hesitation, awkwardness or indecision lasted long enough to stop the momentum. But for Mia, it was like she didn't have to make another decision after telling her husband to kiss Aimi Martin again. The rest just happened.

Mia had watched Aimi and Theo clasped together at one end of the couch, as Davis's lips caressed her ear. He didn't pull her to him, pull her attention away. That was a test, she thought later. He wanted to know, they wanted to know, what the new couple could handle. If there was a point that they would freak out.

No one freaked out. Somehow, beat by beat, the night went on. The two couples -- swapped, swinging, mixed-up couples -- made out side by side on the couch, energetically, like teen lovers. Davis kissed her gentle and Davis kissed her hard, she felt the gentle sweep of his lips and the hard crush of his mouth. She experienced long, passionate kisses like she hadn't had in decades, until her lips were numb and tingling and she couldn't catch her breath.

It was in that moment Davis took her hand and pulled her away. Not her decision. She found herself across the room, on the other couch, Davis looming over her. She couldn't look away from his gaze. He was a leopard again, pouncing now, her body collapsing into the couch beneath him. He was no longer holding back, his two strong hands sliding up her legs beneath her dress. His tongue was in her mouth and she bit at it, wanting to be a leopard too.

With an ease that made her suddenly aware of his strength, Davis moved her, lifting her and dropping himself down on the couch spooned against her. "Don't want you to miss anything," he murmured behind her. She was lying on her side now, facing the other couch, Davis's body pressed behind hers. She could see Aimi and Theo, sprawled across their own couch, going at each other.

"I like to watch her." Davis's lips were at her ear, his tongue rimming it. Mia felt her body involuntarily arch. Did he know about that spot somehow? Or was it the same with all women? She had a hard time concentrating on his words. His hands were under her dress. His hardness was pressing against her. "I like to watch how excited she gets."

She was excited, Davis's wife, Mia could see that. Excitedly climbing on top of Mia's husband. Excitedly rubbing her slender hand on his crotch. Excitedly sliding a hand under Theo's shirt. And Theo was excited, judging by his open panting mouth, by the swell of his cock through his pants. for a moment Mia felt what she thought Davis might feel, a kind of double vision, excitedly watching her husband enjoy himself while her own body thrummed with its own, distinct passion.

But maybe it was all too new for Mia, she couldn't hold on to it, couldn't keep it all straight. Davis's hand went between her thighs, rubbed at her panties, as his mouth moved down her neck and her head twisted and she was staring at the ceiling. Panting as Theo was panting, across the way.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Davis growled, his lips having reached the crook of her neck, his fingers having found the flesh beneath her panties. Mia's eyes closed. She was a live wire now, between his fingers and his lips, her whole body trembling and arching. She could feel how his fingers moved against her, slippery, and knew she must be soaking wet. He used her wetness against her, spreading her own slipperiness against her own flesh so that his fingers glided, barely touching yet producing so much sensation.

Mia found her mouth seeking his, her tongue on his teeth, while her body still faced forward, caught between Davis's arm and body. She thought about what Theo would see, her thighs exposed, a strange man's hand between them as she urged him on. Would Theo find it exciting, as Davis did? Or nauseating?

As if he knew her thoughts, and moved to prevent any hesitation, Davis broke the kiss and pressed his mouth against her ear. "Come with me," he told her, and again Mia felt like no decision was required. He somehow untangled them and guided her upright. As she stood, Mia felt her dress fall back into place, approximately. Davis had her hand and led her away from the couch.

"We're going to give you a little privacy," Davis intoned to the room, calm as if they were back at dinner. Mia wondered if she had raised his heart rate at all, and found herself bristling at the challenge.

Aimi was straddling Theo on the other couch, his face in her cleavage, but she urged him apart with a gentle push. "Let me give you a goodbye," she answered Davis, and as neatly as he had, she extricated herself from her coupling and rose to her feet.

The four of them met at the living room doorway, Davis apparently intending to lead Mia further into the house. He held on to Mia's hand even as he leaned down and kissed his wife, the two of them furiously meeting for just a moment. Theo looked at Mia and then met her in a kiss too, his face in a daze. There was no more questioning looks between them though. And before one might surface, the other couple had guided them apart. The last thing Mia saw of them was Aimi pulling Theo to her in the doorway, her hands on his ass. And then Mia turned a corner, and she and Davis were alone.

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They had truly swapped now, Mia thought, as the tall handsome near-stranger put a hand to the small of her back and guided her into his bedroom. Davis didn't close the door behind them, but Theo felt a mile away, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be heard. Davis had brought her upstairs to his room, as if it were the end of a successful date night. But it had been decades since Mia had dated.

It made sense then that she felt nervous, Mia told herself. Davis had his hands on her hips and was walking her forward, toward the bed. Mia glanced around the room but didn't take anything in. She was too aware of where they were going. A bed. Someone else's marriage bed. "Davis, hold on," she told him.

"Take it easy," he laughed. His voice was so deep. He held her hips still but he slowed their movement. They stopped at the foot of the bed. "We just needed a little more privacy. This is your chance to focus on your pleasure, Mia. No distractions."

Davis stood behind her, but she saw movement from the corner of her eye and turned to see a mirror at Aimi's dresser. Mia saw herself in profile, her hair askew, her dress askew. Davis a head taller than her, his hands on her hips. She could see, and feel, him slowly bunching up the skirt of her dress.

Davis saw her gaze and he turned and met it in the mirror. His eyes gleamed. "That's it, honey. Just watch." With a sly grin he sank to his knees behind her.

She could see it, could feel it, as he pushed her skirt up to her waist, showing off her rear in her tiny lace panties. Davis gave a whistle, and his free hand slid across one cheek and then the other, lightly teasing her skin. His finger dipped between, rubbing her now soaked panties into her swollen labia. Mia was shaking in anticipation.

She didn't have long to wait. Davis took in the scene before his eyes, and then went to work. He had soon tugged the panties down, the thin material stretched taut between her knees but out of his way. His tongue laved the flesh of her ass, raising goosebumps as he left behind trails of wet skin on his journey to her center. His fingers stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs and teased apart her lips until his tongue met them there.

Davis was no novice. Mia's knees soon were shaking as he stroked her ready inner core with fingers and tongue. She had to lean into the footboard for support, grab onto the mattress with her hands, soon was bent over the bed. She kept her head turned, left side pressed against the duvet cover, so that she could see herself in the mirror -- her body bent, bisected in the image by the bed post, Davis's wolfish face between her ass cheeks, pressed tight to her flesh. He worked her until she could feel her wetness dripping in rivulets down her thighs. Though what was her own and what was his saliva she couldn't really say.

The next few moments were a blur. In the mirror, he worshipped at her sex. She felt it as his tongue worked its way into the wet entrance of her pussy, plunging in out with increasing intensity. At the same time his fingers found Mia's clit, softly squeezing the flesh around it, strumming over it lightly, working her wet lips against each other in a beautiful friction. He brought her toa peak she had been building towards the whole day.

When she came, Mia's legs shook until they were jelly, all her weight now in Davis's hands. He eased off, sensing her orgasm, letting her throbbing, soaking sex recover. When Mia was able to push herself up on her elbows, he stood, his fingers giving a last lingering stroke of her pussy.

"Let's get this out of the way." Mia almost jumped at the sudden sound of Davis's voice. He had been busy with his tongue, but not in that way, Mia thought to herself. Now she was reminded of his deep baritone.

He was working the zipper of her black dress down. Mia stood and let him strip it off her. She appreciated how he carefully laid it across a dresser so it wouldn't wrinkle. But when he turned back and gazed at her, Mia was suddenly aware of her state of undress. Nothing but her black lace panties, and matching bra, to keep her from his ravenous gaze.

"Am I the only one who's going to be undressed here?" Mia asked. Perhaps it was a bit of a distraction from the intensity of that look, but it was an honest question. Other than folding the sleeves of his shirt back, Davis was still fully dressed. And he wasn't the only one feeling a bit hungry.

Davis smiled, raked his eyes down her figure one more time, and raised his hands to his collar. He was a gorgeous man, and fit, and as he began to strip for her, it was clear he knew it. Knew that Mia would be raking her eyes over him just as ravenously as he peeled open his shirt and revealed his built chest, covered with a light dusting of hair.

Mia found herself moving forward, without any thought, as he stripped his shirt off. A figure like his, it didn't just want to be seen, it needed to be touched. She ran her hands over his hard chest, stroked the contour of his abs, ran her fingers up his muscled arms. Davis stood, still as a mannequin, and allowed her to explore.

Soon though they were kissing again. When Mia's hands roamed up his bare back, Davis let his hands move, sliding them up the space between them to find her breasts. She could feel his excitement now, in the way he fondled her through the thin lace of her bra. His tongue in her mouth, lashing her teeth, as he squeezed her breasts.

Mia smiled inwardly -- Aimi was a sex goddess, but one thing Mia had on her was her chest. While Aimi was lush and curvy, her breasts were much more in proportion, while Mia's stood out on her slim frame, spilled out the sides of Davis's hands. It was a difference Davis was clearly enamored with, as he bent his head to kiss along her jaw, her neck, to her cleavage.

"On the bed," he told her, clearly eager to get a better angle. But Mia had other thoughts.

"Not so fast." One hand cupped the back of his head and kept his lips there on her breasts. The other reached between them and gripped his belt. "You're still half-dressed."

Mia's hands were adept. She had the belt unclasped and slid it from his waist, tossing it aside. Working at his button and fly she thought to herself that this was the first man other than her husband she had undressed in decades. It was intoxicating, she had to admit, to have a first again. The first time he touched her breast. The first time she undressed him. The first groan he gave when her hand reached inside his pants.

And this would be the first cock Mia saw since she met her husband. That fact alone gave her a thrill that traveled through her body, down her arm, to her hand, where she gripped his shaft through his boxers and jerked at it. She felt his excitement communicated in turn, kneading her breast, stroking it, pulling it free from the cup of her bra. When he had both her breasts spilling out and exposed, Davis put one hand on her sternum and easily pushed Mia backwards onto the bed.

His eyes locked on hers, Davis stripped the boxers off his hips and let them drop. He was naked, and he must have seen how Mia's eyes dropped to devour the sight of him. Maybe saw the nervousness too that come from seeing his raging erection, his muscled body looming over hers. As if to answer it, he spoke: "We're not going to fuck tonight, Mia."

Davis did clamber up onto his bed though, his hands gripping Mia's hips and easily pushing her along the mattress. He gripped her knees and spread them wide. Her wetness was exposed to him again. She was aware of his erection bobbing over her body has he knelt on the bed between her thighs.

"I think we are all agreed so far that we're happy with all of this," Davis intoned as he pushed her further into the middle of the bed and crouched over her sex. "But we find it's best not to rush too far, too fast."

Mia was trying to process the words, and her mixed emotions about them. He was gorgeous and her body wanted that dick inside of her. But she felt it too, the momentum of it all and the question of how she would feel once they landed. He did not wait for her answer though, or seem to expect one. Davis leaned down and latched his mouth on her mound, sucked the flesh of her labia inside his mouth and ran his nimble tongue along them. Words fled her mind.

Mia was unsure how long it went, the delirious climb to another orgasm. His lips and tongue were insistent. His hands applied their strong grip to her hips and pinned her to the bed as he almost forcefully brought her to a screaming peak. By the time her vision cleared he was on top of her now, his mouth on her breasts. Mia felt the wet patch on the sheet beneath her.

He had given her so much pleasure, in her daze, Mia needed to return the favor. She didn't need to ask him how. Crushing her breasts together, his mouth on both nipples at once, Davis gazed up at Mia's wide eyes and grinned. She watched as he lapped each throbbing bud with his tongue. And then he rose and straddled her chest. Mia felt his hard cock land on her chest.

"You do it," was all he told her. She didn't wonder what he meant. Her breasts were coated in his saliva and the hum of his touch. Mia gathered her breasts in her hands and pressed them tight around his shaft. She was pleased at the way his eyes half-closed as she rubbed the slick flesh back and forth. She stared up at his clenched face as she surrounded his cock with her warm wet breasts and worked them up and down, tighter and tighter.

Soon he was thrusting his hips as well. She felt it as his erection twitched and throbbed against her soft flesh. Mia felt it as he flooded the flesh of her throat and chest with his warm cum. She felt it as her body thrummed with the satisfaction of satisfying another, his gasping breath and open mouth signaling that he had given himself over.

They collapsed, side by side, on the large bed. The sound of their panting breaths brought them both to grins and then laughter as they met each other's stares. In the wake of it, sitting in their own sweat, wet, and cum, Mia couldn't help but see the ridiculousness of it all -- both the acts themselves, and the worry all wrapped up with it. They'd simply done something that felt good until they were tired. Her husband had undoubtedly done the same.

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Theo felt exposed, standing, naked now, in the middle of the living room rug. He couldn't exactly complain, with the stunning Aimi Martin kneeling and running her tongue all over his body. But it wasn't quite comfortable, standing at attention rather than embracing on the couch, or even down on the floor. Yet Aimi had instructed him to stand there, where she stripped him, and he wasn't about to interrupt her now. He did glance awkwardly at the doorway though, feeling so exposed.

"I can tell you're a cyclist." Aimi's voice jolted him back to her presence. Her nails, not too long but perfectly manicured, were raking down his thighs. He felt the muscles there clench, involuntarily, but she smiled up at him as if he was showing off. "Cyclists have the best cardio, and endurance. That's important." Her smile was crooked, her eyes gleaming darkly.

"Thanks," Theo replied, feeling foolish even as he said it. But he did believe her admiration, she had taken in his body as she stripped him as if she was unwrapping a gift. And he appreciated it. Mia had mentioned a few too many times how well-built Davis was, and Theo realized he had expected Aimi to be a bit disappointed with him.

As if his thoughts had stirred hers, Aimi asked him, "What do you think they're doing right now?"

Theo licked his lips nervously, looking down at the woman crouching at his feet. Her tight dress was back down over her hips, but he knew she was naked beneath it. He'd just brought her to an orgasm against that doorway, after she'd tossed her panties away. They hadn't wasted a moment once the others left the room. He had to assume Mia and Davis had acted likewise. He felt his gut clench.

Whether it was from the image in his mind, or from the nails that had just raked down his shaft, he couldn't say. But he realized he hadn't answered her. "Something like this, I guess," he stammered. He felt his cock jerk as Aimi wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked its length. It had wilted a bit as he stood exposed in front of her but it was quickly pulsing back to full hardness as the gorgeous wife, Davis's wife, jerked her hand back and forth.

"Oh, hopefully not just like this," Aimi answered him. Her other hand had stroked his inner thighs and now came to cup his balls, those lacquered nails pressing into him. "It would be a bit disappointing if your first night with another woman turned out to be just like every night with Mia, wouldn't it?"

The fingers of her right hand were wrapped in a perfect circle around his shaft. Just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of frictionless dryness on his skin and hers, helping her to slip it back and forth rapidly. Her left hand gripped his scrotum and tugged on it. Not painfully, but as if jerking it off as well, in the other direction.

"Well, you're nothing like Mia," Theo laughed. The sultry Japanese woman at his feet, who had helped seduce the two of them into this swinging lifestyle, who had just cum all over his hand until the liquid dripped to his elbow, did not remind him of his wife in any way. Other than how hard she made him. Aimi cocked one eyebrow at Theo, and he stumbled to continue. "I mean you're both gorgeous, but in different ways. And there's not much about tonight that's like staying at home."

"I hope not." Aimi's fingers had spread out to stroke the sensitive skin behind his scrotum and Theo felt his hips buck at the touch. He stood, fists clenched at his side and watched her toy with his body. Leaning forward, Aimi's broad tongue came out and ran up one hairy thigh, and then the other, her cheek brushing his straining cock, and her tongue working everywhere but there. His cock felt gigantic, as hard as it had ever been, in her slim little hand.

"There's nothing like a new cock." Aimi breathed on his cock, her lips that close, before she passed it by, her tongue finding his balls. Two fingers were stroking his taint, one tongue lapping his balls, one hand jerking up and down his shaft. Aimi made a desperate, sexual sound as she mouthed Theo's balls, nose and cheeks against his cock as she held it straight up and stroked it. He felt a finger move deeper, part his ass--

"Whoa, whoa, a little too far," Theo gasped, feeling her probing and automatically pulling his hips away from the little hotwife. But her left hand followed, staying lodged between his legs as he took a stutter step backwards.

"Relax, Theo. I see it's a bit new to you. But you just said you wanted something different. I'm not Mia. I may know a few new tricks." He was squirming away but her finger was finding its way back there. Her right hand wrapped around the head of his cock. Her tongue stroked its base.

"I... I didn't clean back there, I don't... " Theo's whole body was tense, though he had to admit the pressure felt... interesting.

"I'm sure you're fine. You're a good boy." She worked the head of his cock, reassuring him as her finger pressed towards his clenched asshole. "Next time I'm sure you'll be clean as a whistle." Aimi's lips went back to work. He felt like his whole scrotum was hoovered into her hot wet mouth.

"Oh fuck... " Theo could not process the multiple sensations he was experiencing. He felt worried about her finger, but she was insistent, physically and verbally. And she was right, there was something seductive about how different she was than Mia. Mia would never think of doing this, in a million years. Mia would never insist on anything in the bedroom. He always took the lead. And now here he was, a toy for this beautiful, sexy, dirty woman.

He looked down to see his cock jutting out over Aimi's head, her dark hair, her face hidden beneath it as she pressed into his crotch. He let his muscles relax, starting with his toes that had curled tight. His thighs. Finally, finally, he stopped holding his glutes so tight. And he felt her inside of him.

"Oh my." Theo barely got the words out, he was holding his breath in tight. He needed to relax further. He let himself drop back down on his heels, and in the motion felt Aimi's finger slip deeper inside.

"I can't believe you've never tried this." Her voice was muffled, coming from between his legs. He knew exactly where it was coming from when he felt her teeth, gently closing on the soft flesh of his scrotum. He didn't dare move as she lightly slid across his shaved balls. She was jerking his cock, starting to massage him inside, and yet biting his balls. Theo did not know if he was coming or going.

Aimi's hand was working his shaft now tighter, squeezing and twisting as she jerked it. He felt his hips moving rhythmically, fucking her hand.

Aimi's finger was searching inside of him, stroking, and he knew she had found what she was looking for when he jumped forward, almost knocking the crouching woman over. "Easy tiger," she laughed, and she pressed again. "Feel that?" She took her hand from his cock briefly, he watched her lick her palm, and she wrapped it up again.

There was no finesse now. She was just jerking him off, the way he had done when he was a teenager, a wet sweaty fist punching his pubic bone with each arc of her arm. The finesse now was in her finger, working in and out in a tiny circular motion, touching something inside of him that was making him see stars.

"I'm going to make you cum like you never have before." He could believe it. Theo felt like she had her hands on some internal controls to his body. It was reacting purely on its own. He floated here six feet above the rug and watched it happen. His hips were bucking forward with the press of her finger, until her fist reached the root of his cock. And then she stroked her finger backward, deep in his ass, and pulled her greasy hand back towards his cock head and his hips followed suit.

Forward. Back. He was a machine she was working. His balls were in her mouth and he felt them jerk somehow, move on her tongue. And now she held her fist just below the head of his cock and made short quick jerks where the skin was so sensitive. He felt a familiar surge. But she was transforming it into something else.

Quick presses of her finger inside of him and the surge was growing. She was turned into something quite unlike a normal orgasm. Theo grew scared at the sensations. His muscles were clenching again, his abs tight, his thighs rocks, his ass gripping her finger but still it moved inside.

It moved. Theo felt himself start to cum and then Aimi pressed deep inside of him and the cum felt like an avalanche. He heard himself crying out, and he looked down expecting to see his cock somehow grown twice as large, that was the feeling of what was coming. But he saw his cock, her fist, her hair and then he didn't really see anything. His vision blacked out and he swayed on his feet. And Theo came.

When he could see again it came in focus. Saw his cock red and swollen and dripping. He saw the spray of cum in her black hair like stars in the sky. Saw his cum dripping from her slender hand. He watched, dazed, as Aimi lifted her head, dripping, and took his cock in her mouth in one easy smooth move to the base. He felt her tongue and teeth on his sensitive skin. And the next thing he knew he had staggered back onto the couch. He felt like he'd cum for days.

Aimi looked at him, crouching on her heels in her tight little dress. She grinned a crooked grin and licked her hand.

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The car ride home was quiet. Not nervous or tense, simply quiet. Mia thought Theo seemed as drained and empty as she did. The incredible anticipation and arousal that had built for days had been met with action and now that it was done, she simply felt... resolved.

They crept into the house. Mia wasn't sure where Sara was spending the night -- in Joey's room, or the guest room, or maybe all three of them were in the living room. She just knew she didn't really want the girls to wonder why they were coming home at three in the morning. She looked at Theo and they both grinned, aware they were creeping up the stairs like teenagers. The roles had been reversed.

That grin told Mia everything she needed to know. It was back. They were back. It was all right.