This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Maintenance Request”
She said her name was “Blue.” Not something more poetic like “azure” or “sky”… just Blue. A slim and sexy Chinese student from the university, she had come to the party by herself. My husband and I had already been sizing up the crowd, trying to figure out, between sips of whiskey, who we’d try to get with that night. There were a few hot couples there but we were pretty undecided. We knew, of course, that we would get lucky somehow, with someone or ones—we have the swing scene down to a science and emit a smoldering seductive vibe with ease. But Blue took me by surprise. She came up to me while my husband was refilling his drink and introduced herself. In somewhat broken English, she explained that she was new at the university and was looking for an adventure. She offered me a beer from the 6-pack she’d brought. To be polite (and because I do so enjoy a good beer), I accepted and we began talking. Blue had been in the US for about two months and saw this as her opportunity to, as she put it, to try something she’d never tried at home. I told her, “Well, you’ve come to the right place, but don’t feel like you have to do anything… we all respect the right of someone to say no.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes, nearly whispering, “I have never kissed a girl before. I think I’m scared to.”
I was about to reassure her that I actually had rather kissable lips if she’d like a try when my husband came up beside us. I introduced them to each other. I could tell by the look in her eyes, that she was trying to hide that she found my husband sexy and intriguing. We sipped and made small talk for about 5 minutes before we took her on a tour of the club. We passed couples, threesomes and foursomes who had already found rooms in which to fuck. There was one room at the end of the hall that, during the day, served as a massage parlor, complete with a massage table all set up. My husband caught my eye and cocked one eyebrow; I gave a small nod.
“Why don’t we stay here for a bit and finish our drinks?” I suggested, knowing full well that we were hoping for more than a chance to drain our glasses. After a minute or two, I asked, “So, Blue, did you want to try kissing a girl? I’m really rather gentle…”
Again, she lowered her eyes and stared into her beer. Then, with a “Hold this, please,” she passed her bottle to my husband and leaned in, kissing me delicately at first, then with more conviction. She stopped. “Your lips are so soft…”
I told her, “You have a beautiful mouth. You know who also kisses nicely? Him,” pointing to my husband who was practically salivating by this point, watching the two of us kiss. She turned to him, stood on her tip-toes and kissed him softly. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. I whispered to her, “He has a luscious cock too and I love to share…”
She seemed nervous, so I told her that I would stay there and either watch or join, depending on how she felt about it. Her black eyes shifted from his gaze to mine. She said, “Well, this is why I came here, right?” and put her hand on his hardness, taking his hand and placing in on her tit. “I would like to fuck you,” she told him. To me, she said, “Please stay. Watch. I want to kiss you some more…”
“With pleasure,” I replied.