Standing in the middle of the swingers club, Jazz could barely contain her excitement. She had brought/ dragged her husband Kris along, despite always hating the dark room, bright lights and loud music, but had always strove to make his wife happy.

They were waiting for their friends to arrive, having spoken to them a handful of times about rules and hard limits, they were anxious to begin their open relationship with a new couple. They had already dipped their toes into polygamy with threesomes and cucking for each side, but Jazz has been especially waiting for this day.

Standing at about 5'8", her heels brought her up to 5'10", her short black skirt barely covering her hour glass figure. Her breasts were large and displayed the confidence of thr gothic black woman she had always carried herself as.

Kris, not use to night clubbing, wore a simple button down dress shirt and jeans, his feet a glossy black pair of dress shoes. Standing at 5'10" (without heels), his Hispanic heritage has always been sexy to his much better looking wife in a "DILF" type of way. The salt and pepper ponytail only seemed to concrete the sex appeal in her eyes.

"There they are," she called out over the loud music, pointing to the 6'4" man walking through the doors, clearly visible over the heads of the passerby. The woman on his arm a stark contrast to the giant, standing at about 5'5", her blond hair almost seeming to glow in the UV lights of the room.

Lucas wore the gothic modern black baggy pants, his hair let loose around his face, but slicked back behind his ears, showing the shoulder length black hair for what it was. His arms were covered in tribal tattoos and only became more intimidating by the sheer size of his biceps.

The young woman on his arms, Jane, took the school girl approach in her clothing, wearing a plaid skirt that came down to her upper thighs. Her large breasts bore no restraint of a bra, and proudly showcased the pierced nipples underneath the thin fabric of her sheer white shirt. Her left arm had a long sleeve of tattoos of her own, seeming to be one of the only ways to match her date.

The moment they spotted Jazz and Kris, the ladies pointed and dragged their men over, apologizing to passerby as they made their way through the crowd. When they finally got to each other, the ladies immediately hugged one another closely, wide smiles on their faces. The men gave each other a simple "Bro hug", Kris desperately trying not to be crushed by the sheer power of the man.

After exchanging greetings with each other, they decided to go out onto the patio area where they could actually hear each other, rather than yell. Sitting at a campfire table, they shared a few drinks and caught up with each other.

They had been entirely honest when they spoke beforehand what the other wanted in all this. While Jazz was happy with the rough, often times even bruising sex that her husband was able to give, just the thought of what a large man with the muscles of Lucas could do had excited her.

While Jane loved her spouse, her body missed the soft touch of someone who didn't have to treat her like paper, trying not to hurt her in the throws of sex. And after the stories she's heard from Jazz, she at least knows that Kris could satisfy more than just that. She watched several videos of his and her sexual conquests, a few of which were with others, and despite the constant shower of attention the women he was with needed, he was always able to oblige them in one way or another.

Turning to one another, Jazz bit her lip before placing her hand on Jane's thigh. "Should we find a few beds to enjoy ourselves with?" She asks, a mischevious, yet slightly bashful look on her face alcohol sometimes brings out of her. Jane giggled girlishly and bounced in her seat, her large breasts matching her movements. Before they could move though, they leaned into each other, and the men couldn't help but watch as the two beautiful women kissed.

It was slow at first, but as the seconds passed, they watched their embrace get deeper, more wanting and hungry. Jazz had lifted her hand up to Jane's breasts and fully groped her barely contained chest. Jane had explored deeper though, sliding a single hand between Jazz's legs and slowly rubbing her sex in teasing motions.

Before they could go further, they pulled away and grinned devilishly to each other and then turned to the one they were to swap with. Jazz had gotten up and sat down on Lucas's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in for a deep kiss. Jane, on the other hand, sat next to Kris, her knees in the seat and leaned her entire form into him, almost pushing him backwards as she tasted him.

They stayed like that for 2 or 3 minutes, their hands traveling each other's bodies before they all realized that they had drawn a full crowd of on lookers. Jazz reached over, swatting Jane on the ass playfully and mentioned, "we have a few beds inside that would be a lot more comfortable."

Jane wiped her mouth, her lipstick now all over Kris's face and bashfully nodded. Standing up, she took Kris by the hand and nearly dragged him through the crowd, followed closely behind by the other two. As they got inside, they made their way to the open viewing room. A large bed, enough room for 4 or 5 people, surrounded by windows for everyone to watch them with.

Jazz spared no time, hopping onto the bed and removing her clothes in a rush, a large, sexy and happy grin on her face as she eye fucked Lucas, who was busy removing his shirt. His body was covered in not just tattoos, but the sheer amount of his work out training was obvious. His abs...his arms...even his sides were covered in thick muscles the size of her arms.

The soft moans from next to her had indicated that her husband spared no time in pleasuring Jane. Looking over, she watched as her hands were pinned to the bed, her breasts bare for the gathering crowd and his head between her legs. The moans and tensing of her body had obviously been enough to tell that she was enjoying herself.

Lucas, on the other hand, reached up to Jazz and took her by the wrist, pulling her down to his waist where she could see the huge tent in his pants. The way she licked her lips told everyone what she wanted most in that moment as her hands began to release his length. As he was finally revealed, she felt her face get smacked by the sheer weight of it before she got the roughness she wanted.

Opening her mouth wide, she felt the large man push himself to the back of her throat and begin to use her. The sounds of her gasps and slurping filled the room, matched only by the moans and squeals of Jane as she wracked her first orgasm. Jazz had no time to focus on that now though as Lucas was quite literally using her throat as a fuck toy.

He would allow her to breathe every so often, pulling himself free to allow her to take a deep, desperate breath, and then roughly forced down his length once more. The feeling of his strength, the length of his shaft and the way he was able to control her with no real issue. This is what she needed.

She gasped for air once more as pulled out and let go of her hair. The reprieve was short lived though as he picked her up almost too easily and pinned her to the wall. She now had a full view over his shoulder at everyone, including the on lookers and the mass of squirming Jane, who was on all fours on the bed as her husband continued to eat her out from behind and finger fuck both of her holes.

Jazz wrapped her arms around Lucas, breathing deeply as she waited for him. Her legs dangled in place, so she spread them wide and wrapped them around his large, intimidating figure. His body was so firm and muscular, she felt like she was hanging onto more of a machine than a man. But as she felt his, now fully lubricated, cock push up into her, she immediately lost her train of thought.

Each time he rammed into her, she could feel her body lifting higher and higher. Her fingers couldn't find purchase in the hardened skin of this statue, so she dug her nails into his back instead. The comments from the audience about how she was going to break on his cock were falling into more white noise as the feeling of him within her took all her attention. Everything changed when he began to move faster, rather than harder though, hitting her womb in softer, yet still pounding rhythms.

She tried to tell him as her orgasm built up faster than she expected it to. The pressure within her growing as he kept fucking her in the same piston movement, slamming into her from below. But what seemed like, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to fucking cum," was just incoherent babbling to everyone around her.

It wasn't until she stiffened completey in his grasp, shaking and scratching into Lucas like a wild, wet cat, did he slow down. It took her a few seconds of this before she could even breathe, taking an even deeper gasp than when she was being throat fucked. This was truly the rough fucking that she needed.

Pulling out though, he turned around and easily pushed her to the bed, giving her a rough spanking and saying, "get that ass up in the air. Show me what I have to play with."

She quickly obliged, getting onto all fours and spreading her legs for him. She watched Jane kissing and licking Kris as he had begun to push himself into his partner at the same time, but in a way that she could wrap her legs around his waist, hold him tightly and hug him closely as he rocked back and forth within her.

Jazz had just enough time to take in the look of pure bliss on Jane's face before her hips were gripped firmly and her pussy pierced through, hitting her womb without mercy. She never knew this amount of ruthlessness. The way he gripped her body and began to ram her from behind, slamming her cushioned ass against him and making them clap unintentionally.

She fell forward on the bed, her face in the pillows as he took her, fucking her from behind and swatting her ass to leave hand prints even her dark skin wouldn't be able to hide. The seconds turned into minutes which felt like hours as she watched her husband switching positions several times, each more intimate than the next with Jane.

She felt her orgasm building again, but her mind couldn't seem to respond, her speech turning into more jarbled non sense. Her nails raking through the sheets. The way his cock defied her anatomy and beat on her sex told her she was going to feel every thrust tomorrow. And yet the feeling of being fucked, not made love to, not being just dominated, but truly being roughly and harshly FUCKED...this was her dream come true.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, ripping through her like the flood from a dam as she screamed in pleasure and pain alike. Her mind was gone, her motor functions failed her, and yet, he kept going. Her body began to respond a moment later to the fact that he hadn't finished yet, and that she was continuously being used.

She tried to tell him to slow down, to give her a moment to breathe, but her words came out as mumbling and incoherent. She felt the sensitivity going into over drive as he pounded into her so fast that her ass was stinging from the power of clapping against him. And before she could stop it, she rolled in a squirming, spasming heap as she screamed in orgasm again. This time, a single word reached the ears of everyone around.

"FUUUUUUUCK." It was during this outburst, this final, primal scream of painful delight that she could feel his crescendo. The way he pounded into her faster and deeper with each spasm milked his cock and finally gave him the final step. The feeling of each shot of his cum hit her deepest depths. She revelled in the feeling of his seed filling her pussy and as he stayed in place, he made sure that his balls were properly drained of every drop he had.

As he pulled out, she could feel his cum leaking from her sex, but her attention was now on Jane. Her mouth was slackjawed and yet gasping for breath, her eyes vacant and yet full of joy at the same time. Her body seemed to spasm inconsistently, but she had her legs spread wide for the entire group to see the cum dripping from her as well.

Kris was laying next to her, his member still fully erect, but now coated in Jane's juices and some of his own that followed him on the way out. Before she could process further, she felt her body being lifted and her mouth being filled once more

The taste of cum and her own juices filled her mouth as he began to thrust into her throat in slow strokes. He was using her to clean himself, which she obliged. Her eyes found Jane, who had gotten up of her own accord and was bouncing on Kris's dick with her mouth, licking up his length with the same hungry look in her eyes as the kiss that started this entire night.

She had just finished swallowing when the next group walked in, but before they could leave, they heard a quick cough from one of the staff. They all turned to find a giant wet stain where the women were laying, completely soaking through to the mattress underneath.

"Lucas, " sighed Kris, grabbing one end and pulling it free, "grab the other side. Least we can do after a show is clean up the stage." The ladies, on the other hand, showed their first signs of true embarrassment and hid their faces with their hands.

(Part 2 will be from Jane's vantage.)