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Jongho nervously tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel as he drove through the dark suburban streets. “And you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right? If you even kind of feel uncomfortable we can leave. No questions asked.”
“Yes, I know,” Yeosang chuckled, putting a hand on his arm. “I’m fine. Are you?”
Jongho glanced at his husband, admiring his beautiful face even while covered in shadow and backlit by streetlights. They’d already had a thousand conversations about this. Yeosang had read a book about swingers and had become absolutely fascinated by the idea. He’d nervously brought it up at breakfast one day and Jongho had agreed on the spot. Not that he was particularly interested in having sex with anyone else, he just was not capable of denying his husband anything his heart desired. And the idea had grown on him the more they talked about it. Seeing Yeosang all embarrassed and flushed as he described what about it appealed to him while he tried to hide his erection he always got just from thinking about it. It had driven him wild. But now it was real. They were really going. They were really about to do this.
“I’m fine,” Jongho shrugged off his concern, diverting his eyes back to the road. Neither of them had wanted to ask any of their couple friends they knew for fear of making things weird or potentially causing relationship problems for other people. So they went to an online forum. They found a group with three other couples, none of which had met before either. It seemed perfect. They wouldn’t be the new ones in an established dynamic. Everyone was meeting for the first time. This could either be great or a disaster.
They pulled up the long driveway to a very nice house, double checking the address to make sure they were in the right place. It would be very awkward if they were wrong. “Ok,” Jongho took a deep breath. He took Yeosang’s hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Yeosang smiled blindingly, leaning over the center console to kiss him. “Thank you for trying this for me.”
They got out of the car and walked up to the front door. There was a subtle upside down pineapple design etched into the heavy oak. Yeah they were at the right place. He knocked.
The door opened to reveal a gorgeous man with sparkling eyes and plush lips curved up into a stunning smile holding a martini glass in one hand. “Oh you must be Jongho and Yeosang,” he said stepping aside and ushering them in. “I’m so glad you decided to come. Leave your keys in the dish there.”
Jongho swallowed as he dropped his car keys in the bowl. Whoever grabbed his keys at the end of the night, he would be going home with. His heart suddenly hammered with excitement. It felt so exciting. So taboo. It finally clicked why Yeosang was so enamored by it.
“My name is Seonghwa,” their host said as he lead them into the living room. “My husband Hongjoong is over there,” he pointed to a smaller man leaning back on a plush couch flirting with the person sitting next to him. “Would you like a drink? We have wine and beer or I can make you a cocktail.”
“I’ll have a cocktail,” Yeosang said, an excited smile on his lips. Jongho had to fight back his flaring cute aggression. He could squeeze him as hard as he could later.
“Oh aren’t you just cute as a button,” Seonghwa chuckled, turning to the minibar in the corner as he mixed his drink.
Jongho looked around the room as he took the beer Seonghwa offered him, his nerves eased instantly. Everyone here was hot. Extremely hot. How did they luck out like this? He also noticed the subtle pineapple décor all over the smartly furnished home. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had clearly been doing this a while. That made him feel better.
A tall, handsome man with dusty blonde hair approached him, clinking their bottles together in greeting. “Your profile said this is your first time?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Yunho by the way.”
“Oh hi. Jongho. Nice to meet you,” Jongho nodded to the stranger, sizing him up. He noticed he wasn’t checking anyone out for himself, rather if they would be good enough for his husband. Yunho looked like he could do the job. “Yeah, it’s our first time. You?”
“Me and Mingi have done this a few times,” Yunho nodded to his equally tall and handsome husband across the room who was blushing and giggling as Hongjoong put a hand on his thigh. Yunho’s sharp eyes were watching them closely, but his posture was relaxed. “It’s fun. First time here, though. Hongjoong and Seonghwa have an amazing home.”
“They really do,” Jongho looked up at the high ceilings. It was hard not to feel a bit awkward. What were they supposed to talk about? What was off the table? He needed some kind of rulebook. “So what made you guys start?”
“It’s a long story,” Yunho said with a crooked grin. “Short version is we had a threesome and I realized I liked watching him have sex with other people. One thing lead to another and now we’re here.”
“Sounds like a lot was skipped over,” Jongho raised an eyebrow.
“Someone got clingy, blackmail, restraining order, long story,” Yunho said casually, finishing his beer. “Neither of us are as bisexual as we thought we were and swinging is fun.”
Jongho tried to process the whiplash of this conversation but was left in stunned silence. “Oh, uh, we just read a book.”
“Oh it’s way more fun than the books make it sound,” Yunho laughed, patting him on the back. He went to get another beer and Jongho wandered over to where a couple were fawning over Yeosang.
“This is Jongho,” Yeosang introduced him, hugging his bicep as he got close. “Baby, this is San and Wooyoung.”
“Jongho, you lucky bastard,” San slapped him on the back. “How’d you end up with such a charming husband?”
“Oh, uh,” Jongho kissed Yeosang on the temple right next to his birthmark. “We were gym buddies.”
“Oh good. Another couple who works out,” Wooyoung smirked. “Please take this one off my hands.”
“You love working out with me,” San pouted.
“I have never once said that,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “I do it because I love spending time with you and that’s all you do with your time.”
“You love that you have abs now,” San teased, pulling up his shirt to reveal them.
Wooyoung ran his hand over his stomach muscles before pulling his tight t-shirt back down. “But at what cost,” he said dramatically.
“I’d love to go to the gym with you,” Yeosang said enthusiastically. “What’s your regimen?”
“Walk with me,” Wooyoung pulled Jongho away as their husbands fell into a passionate conversation about their workout routines. “I’m tired of hearing about this.”
“Yeah, Yeosang’s more into it than I am,” Jongho said, the image of Wooyoung’s abs still fresh in his mind. They were just as nice as Yeosang’s. “I just like being strong.”
“What do you do with all that strength?” Wooyoung not so subtly squeezed Jongho’s bicep.
“Maybe you’ll find out,” Jongho teased, flexing for him.
“I hope I do,” Wooyoung purred into his ear giving Jongho goosebumps. Wooyoung smirked at his reaction, pulling back. “Honestly, I’d be lucky to go home with anyone here. We really lucked out.”
“Are key parties usually this attractive?” Jongho asked, genuinely curious.
“Never been to one,” Wooyoung shrugged. “We just have like a lot of threesomes and wanted to try something new. Who are you hoping you go home with?”
Jongho considered all of the gorgeous men around him. “Really anyone,” he shook his head, disbelieving.
“You top? You seem like a top,” Wooyoung pried.
“Usually,” Jongho tried not to puff up with pride at Wooyoung’s observation.
“Usually?” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows.
“We’ve tried it the other way around a couple times. I prefer to do all the work,” Jongho said, amazed that he was having this conversation with a complete stranger.
“How about me?” Wooyoung nudged him cheekily.
“What about you?” Jongho asked, not taking the bait.
“Guess what I am.”
“No.” Whether he was a top or a bottom he was certainly a brat.
“He’s a switch,” Hongjoong strolled up to them with a wink.
“How do you know?” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him.
“I recognize my own kind,” Hongjoong chuckled, sipping his cocktail. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” Wooyoung moved to attach himself to Hongjoong.
Jongho removed himself as the two of them started flirting, sitting on the couch next to Mingi. “So what happened with the restraining order?”
“What did he tell you?” Mingi jumped, narrowing his eyes at his husband across the room.
“Almost nothing,” Jongho laughed at his reaction. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m just curious.”
“A girl we were having regular threesomes with really wanted to have our babies. She showed up at Yunho’s job drunk after we told her no. It was messy,” Mingi shrugged, willing to divulge the details. “She had pictures.”
“Sorry to hear it,” Jongho said, taking in that information. “How long have you guys been married?”
“Almost five years,” Mingi said with a sparkle in his eyes, his sweet smile lighting up his face. It warmed Jongho’s heart to see a man so in love. “I proposed to him on Valentine’s Day and he walked me right over to the courthouse to get married right then.”
“Oh wow,” Jongho’s eyes went wide. “Quite the day.”
“Best day of my whole life,” Mingi said dreamily. “And night.” He sighed, reminiscing. “How about you?”
“We got married two years ago, but we were engaged for a couple years,” Jongho said, wishing he had an equally romantic story.
“That’s more normal,” Mingi chuckled. “Which one is yours?” Jongho pointed him out. Mingi looked him up and down, unconsciously licking his lips. “He’s pretty.”
“Yes he is,” Jongho agreed, both of them falling into silence as they checked his husband out. His ass looked amazing in those slacks. It warmed his heart to no end to see him being appreciated by everyone in the room. He was having a good time. That was all that mattered.
The tension in the room built and built as they mingled, all of them anticipating what came next. They all quickly turned when Seonghwa entered the room carrying the bowl with their car keys. They all gathered around, the air charged with sexual tension. Jongho put an arm around Yeosang to stop him from bouncing with excitement. He pressed an endeared kiss on his cheek.
“Is there anyone here who is a strict top?” Seonghwa asked, holding the bowl under his arm. Yeosang nudged him so Jongho raised his hand. He wasn’t a strict top. He just preferred it. Yunho raised his hand as well.
“I assume you drove here?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.
“Hey that’s a stereotype,” Wooyoung complained.
“Did you?” Seonghwa pressed. Jongho and Yunho nodded. Wooyoung crossed his arms, unable to argue. “So you two won’t pick. Everyone else is flexible?” Everyone nodded. “Perfect.”
Seonghwa held the bowl out to San who gave a sweet, dimpled smile as he reached in without looking. He pulled out a key and looked around to see who would claim it. “That’s mine,” Yunho grinned widely.
Wooyoung reached in and picked the next one while his husband excitedly giggled next to him. He pulled out a key fob for a luxury car. “That would be mine,” Hongjoong said, leveling Wooyoung with a look so intense it effected Jongho even from across the circle.
“You didn’t even drive here,” Wooyoung said, trying not to melt under his gaze.
“No, but I’m driving to your place,” Hongjoong said, his confident swagger unbeatable. Jongho took some mental notes.
Mingi reached in next and pulled out Jongho’s keys. Their eyes locked. It took everything in Jongho not to take him right there.
“And that leaves us,” Seonghwa said, putting a finger under Yeosang’s chin and tilting his face up. Jongho saw his husband’s knees shake. “I hope that’s ok.”
“Y-yeah,” was all Yeosang could say.
Goodbyes were swift as everyone was eager to get to the main event. Jongho pulled Yeosang in for a passionate kiss. “I’ll pick you up in the morning, ok?”
“Ok,” Yeosang smiled against his mouth. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Jongho grabbed a handful of his plush ass. “Have fun.”
“You too,” Yeosang kissed him hard before letting him go.
“No road head,” Seonghwa said next to them as he said goodbye to his husband.
“It was one time,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “And it was you who did it.”
“And you almost crashed. You can’t multitask. Wait until you’re parked.”
“Ok,” Hongjoong chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll drive safe.”
“Hey,” Yunho pulled Jongho aside. “He can get pretty… excitable. If that happens, pin him down, put your weight on him. It’ll ground him.”
“Oh, uh, thanks for the tip,” Jongho said, putting on his jacket.
“And take pictures if you don’t mind,” Yunho smirked.
“For sure,” Jongho agreed easily. He had quite a lot of experience with taking pictures of his own husband.
“Good man,” Yunho clapped him on the back. “Wear him out for me, ok?”
“Will do,” Jongho nodded, taking Mingi’s hand and walking out the door.