My FWB and Her Swingers Group

As I sat in the coffee shop, just outside Piccadilly Station in Manchester, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Lisa and Tom, my FWB couple, had invited me to meet their swingers group at an Aparthotel nearby. I had been warned to dress slutty and leave little to the imagination, so I wore a skin-tight brown dress that came halfway down my thighs, black knee-high stiletto boots, and a big Paddington coat.

I had even put on makeup, which I rarely do, and made sure to leave my underwear at home. The weather was typical Manchester – rainy, windy, and cold – but I was too focused on the excitement of what was to come.

“Hope your coffee is nice, your nipples are hard and that pussy is wet,” Lisa’s text read. “Please come to the hotel now, the guys will meet you in the reception.” I finished my coffee, slid off the stool, fixed my dress, and headed to the hotel.

The hotel was an old converted rail warehouse, and the rain and wind were still blowing, but not as harshly as when I left home an hour ago. I could feel my wetness on my thighs as I walked. Tom and the guys were waiting at the bar just off the entrance, and I walked over, my boots clicking on the stone flooring.

Tom, being the gent, came over and asked to help me off with my wet coat. I unbuttoned it, and he helped it off my shoulders. The guys eyed me up and down, and I shook hands with them all, feeling a bit awkward about the fact that my fingers had been in my pussy less than two hours before.

Tom led me over to the lift, and we got in, with five guys and me squished together in the tiny space. It was a glass-fronted lift, and I felt like a slut getting in with all these guys. But Tom’s hand on my ass as we exited the lift made me feel a little more at ease.

When we got to the room, one of the guys offered me to go in first. The room had a lounge and three bedrooms, and the girls, all five of them, were sat on the couch, dressed casually. Lisa shouted, “Here she is, girls, doesn’t she look good enough to eat?” and came over to collect me.

She gave me a quick peck and guided me over to an empty couch. “Claire, do a twirl so everyone can see how sexy you look from behind in that dress,” she said, and I did. “Claire, I didn’t say you could sit,” she said, and I stopped, looking at her.

“Claire, the dress is so lovely, the boots amazing,” Lisa said, “but take the dress off now.” I looked at her, feeling a bit shy, but she just glared back at me. “Tut, she can be like this, girls and boys,” she said, “a bit shy, at first, and I’m also guessing that she has forgotten her underwear.”

Lisa walked over to me, gave me another peck, and quickly pulled my dress off my shoulders and popped out my tits for everyone to see. My nipples were erect, like bullets, and everyone could see. “Doesn’t she have the perkiest little tits?” the room agreed.

“Do you need my help with the rest, Claire?” Lisa asked, and I just stood there, feeling silly. She turned and walked back to me, kissed me gently, and caressed my right tit as she did. Then she pulled my dress down over my hips to my thighs and pushed me back onto the couch.

“You can manage the rest, Claire,” she said, “while Tom gets you a drink. Get her a beer, Tom.” Tom came over with my beer and sat on the other side of me, putting his hand on my thigh. “So everyone, what do you think,” he said, “isn’t she a beautiful little doll?”

“Claire likes questions,” Lisa said, “so feel free to ask her anything you want now while Tom and I help get her comfortable.” She leaned in, licked my ear, and ran her hand over my tits and nipples. Tom stroked and squeezed my thigh, and despite my situation, a little moan escaped me.

“Claire, do you like anal?” the brunette asked, and I looked at her and then at Lisa. Lisa nodded, and I wasn’t expecting this. “Yes,” I murmured.

“Speak up, Claire,” Lisa said, giving me a slap on my tit. It stung. “Yes, I like anal,” I added, jokingly, “but it’s not a first date thing.” Lisa gave me another playful slap, and Tom tried to work his hand between my thighs.

“Claire, will you open your legs for us, please, we’ve heard you have a gorgeous pussy?” the brunette’s partner asked. Again, I looked at Lisa, and she shrugged. I took a sip of my drink, calmed myself, and unfolded my legs.

Lisa and Tom quickly pushed me back onto the couch and lifted one of my legs, so they were straddling them over theirs. My freshly shaven and very wet pussy was exposed for all to see, and I felt so vulnerable but, god, so turned on too.

The brunette said, “You are right, Lisa, it is so pretty, it looks so smooth, and her pussy lips are all so red and swollen.” The brunette’s husband got up and had a closer look at my displayed pussy. “Claire, will you touch it for us?” he asked.

“Do you want to touch it, Claire?” Lisa asked, “do you want to play with your beautiful little cunt for my nice friends, let them see the real you?” She ran her hand up my inner thigh and across my pussy, pulling my lips apart and resting her hand over my mound.

“She is so wet everyone,” Lisa said. “Does anyone want to taste her on from my finger?” The brunette quickly nodded, bent down, and Lisa removed her hand from my pussy and let her taste my juices from her fingers.

While looking at me, the brunette licked her lips and said, “Mmm, that’s so nice, Claire. You taste and smell so nice.” Lisa replaced her hand over my pussy and pushed a finger in me. I slouched further on the couch, trying to get her finger deeper into me.

Lisa bent her head down and took my left nipple in her mouth and began to work my pussy with her fingers. “How many fingers can she take in that pussy, Lisa?” a guy on the other couch asked. “Would she like to take two cocks in it later or can three of us seal her shut for you?” Lisa looked up from my tit, smiled, and replied, “She can take four of my fingers, easily, she can probably take my fist but she won’t ever let me try because of my nails.”

Lisa moved her hand position, so she could slip another two fingers into my tight but sopping hole. “What happens later is up to, Claire,” she said, “but I don’t think it will involve more than one cock fucking her, not this time.”

The couples around the room were all still watching me, naked, legs spread wide, and getting fingered by Lisa. A couple were kissing and fondling each other, and the brunette had her top down exposing her tits for me and her husband was already wanking his cock.

Tom had also opened his trousers and had his hard cock out. I grabbed it and started to play with his foreskin and the pre-cum on its head. Lisa continued to finger-fuck my pussy while nibbling on my nipples. I was lost in the moment, and I orgasmed quickly.

As the night went on, I spent the next hour drinking, watching, talking, and helping the other couples in the lounge and bedroom areas. I remained naked, except for my boots, and felt exhilarated and turned on by the whole experience.

To be continued…