"If you love me, you'll do this for me."

Those had been his exact words. The truth was, Bella didn't love James anymore. He knew that. And she knew he hadn't loved her for the longest time. Maybe never had. Yet Bella had still agreed to go to this party to please him…or maybe to please herself. Heaven knows she hadn't been pleased in a long while, emotionally or sexually. And god, didn't she need that sexual gratification. Their sex life before and just after they had married had been ridiculous. Every night had been an adventure. Costuming, dirty talk, lots and lots of foreplay…they had left little untouched. And Bella, a girl who went to work and the grocery store and kept her mouth shyly shut most of the time, loved having that erotic outlet that was so different from her normal self.

Unfortunately, since she and James had begun growing apart, that erotic outlet was slowly…then abruptly…taken away. So when he suggested swinging to bring a new spark to their marriage, she had hesitated for a while, researched for a while, and then came to the conclusion that if her husband was allowing her to freely have an affair, she was going to take that opportunity. The though shocked her for a while. She, Bella Swan-Matthews, the twenty six year old with a crappy, boring, nine-to-five job filing paperwork at a research facility, was going to have an affair. With a stranger. Endorsed by her husband. Maybe even watched by her husband.

As much as it shocked her…it thrilled her even more.

It was seven sixteen on the night of the party, and Bella was currently easing her shock, thrill, and more than slight nerves by nursing a gin and tonic and thumbing through her lingerie. What sort of undergarments did people wear to a swingers party? Did they even wear any? Was she supposed to go commando? No, it was probably better to have that sensual moment when the clothes came off than to be shocking and have nothing on at all. Now, just to pick the perfect piece…

She settled on her black satin bra with the pale pink trim and matching ribbon-trimmed panties, a set James had bought her just after they had gotten engaged. Come to think of it, all of her lingerie had been bought by James. She wasn't the type of girl to go inside one of those sleazy stores, let alone buy something like demi-cup bustiers or crotchless panties.

But you're one of those girls who's going to a swingers party, aren't you?

Okay, so maybe her subconscious wasn't totally into the idea…but from the way she was already ruining the panties she had just put on, Bella could definitely say she was excited. She leaned down to shut the drawer and felt a pair of broad, rough hands encircle her waist.

"Almost ready to go, Bels?" James was standing behind her, dressed in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of darkwashed jeans. He looked dark, sinful, and ready to fuck, and Bella remembered why she had fallen for him in the first place (despite his occasional nasty attitude and his commitment issues so bad she had had to propose).

She made an affirmative little noise. "Mmmmm. But I don't know what I want to wear."

He looked her up and down with a wicked little grin. "You look just fine the way you are."

She felt a tinge come into her cheeks and smiled too. "Yeah, but I doubt people are going to be walking in there naked."

"You'd be surprised. Put your trench coat on. You'll look like a nasty flasher." He growled softly to himself at that, reaching down to grab her ass. "Come on, babe, let's go."

She slid her feet into the heels she didn't feel comfortable in and walked to the door, fussing at James when he opened it before she had her coat on even though the hall to their apartment was empty.

What a dumb thought. You're gonna be naked in front of a ton of strangers tonight and you freak about a door?

Again, she brushed her subconscious away, knowing that with a few more G&Ts she'd get rid of it entirely.

"You excited?" James asked as he pulled out of the apartment garage, his left hand on the wheel and his right on her bare thigh, rubbing her gently.

"Sure," she said breezily, knowing what James liked was the tease. He liked the chase, the catch-me-if-you-can…and would drop it as soon he got his hands on it (for example, see their marriage).

"Hmmm…" James's hand traced little circles up her thigh, forcing her legs apart, moving up and up…until his fingers found her panties, damp and sticking to her like a second skin. "Seems like you're more than excited, babe."

She whimpered and spread her legs wider, letting him get closer and making herself hotter. He found her slit easily, rubbing hard enough so that the damp satin was pushed inside her folds…then abruptly took his hand away. She groaned. He laughed.

"Tease."

"Slut."

The word stung…but at the same time carried a dirty connotation that sent a shiver down her spine.

They pulled up to a nondescript bar five minutes later, a simple black building with a painted glass door and a hanging sign that advertised it as Goldilocks'. She slid from the car, tightened her jacket around her body, and took a big deep breath before walking to the building after James. As they got closer, she could make out clearly the painting that obscured what lay behind the door, a mural of flowers and crashing beaches and naked couples, all done in hues of red and purple and blue, all insanely sexual symbols. It only made her more excited (and more nervous).

Bella could hear faint but slow music coming from inside the bar as James knocked sharply on the door, causing the glass to shake slightly. The curtained window next to the door twitched a little, too fast for her to glimpse whoever it was inside, and the door opened to reveal…no one. Until a beautiful female head poked out from behind it, blonde, a few years older than she, with expressive blue eyes that showed how happy…and turned on…she was to see them.

"James!" she exclaimed excitedly. James grinned and leaned forward. Bella watched and was surprised that she didn't feel a tinge of jealousy when James kissed the woman's lips. Or when his hand went up to caress her cheek. Or even when she could tell his tongue was sliding along hers. It was almost erotic, like watching a really good porno right in front of you, and Bella didn't even care that it was her husband standing in front of her kissing another woman. Whether this boded good or bad for her marriage she couldn't yet tell.

"Come in, come in," the blonde said excitedly motioning them in without stepping from behind the door. She did that once they were completely inside, and that was when Bella's jaw dropped a little. The blonde woman's body was every bit as gorgeous as her face, something both she and James could tell by looking at her completely naked form. She had one of those model figures, perfect without looking the least bit plastic. Her breasts were much bigger than Bella's but just as real, and her cunt was completely bare. Bella wondered for a second if she should have shaved hers entirely instead of leaving a landing strip…but then came back to the present when she heard her name.

"…my, um, wife. Bella." James was introducing her to the blonde.

"Ooooh, your wife?" She grinned. "I'm Rosalie. It's so good to meet you."

Bella was about to repeat her words with her mouth was crushed against Rosalie's. The modelesque woman was kissing her without a moment's though, her cherry red lips opening so that her tongue could come out to coax Bella open. Open she did, falling into the woman's erotic embrace, letting her coat open as her lips did, her tongue flicking against another woman's. She heard James groan appreciatively as they parted, and Rosalie smiled. Bella's head was spinning a little, especially as James took her coat off and hung it near the door.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Rosalie said, and her voice sounded genuine, something Bella was appreciative of. "My husband's been wanting a brunette. Most of the girls here are blondes. Bottle blondes. Not like you could check most of the carpets to see if they match the drapes, but it's still obvious. Emmett will be happy for a change. Come with me, I'll introduce you."

She took Bella by the hand and led her through the room, a large, empty, but well-kept bar. She wondered for a second where all the people were, how a party could be a party without all the swingers involved. Maybe this was one of those wifeswap things? For some reason, that seemed less appealing to Bella, but she wasn't sure why. Rosalie stopped to open a locked door that led to a staircase. The three of them went up, where Rosalie unlocked another door and pushed it open, gesturing them through it.

The room they were taken into was painted a deep red, and what little lighting there was dim and sporadic. It was dotted with couches, mattresses, and people. Naked people. People in various states of undress. People in costumes and latex. All of them in pairs or trios making our and touching and sucking and fucking. There had to be at least twenty. Again, Bella's head spun…and again she got wetter between her thighs.

"Come here, Bella." Rosalie pulled on her hand and brought her to a bed at the far end of the room. It was the only mattress raised up from the ground and the only one that still had the sheets on it. Also on it was a muscular man with dark hair shorn close to his scalp, an ornate 'R' tattooed on his right bicep. Must be Emmett, she thought to herself with a smile. Emmett. The man she was going to have an absolutely legitimized affair with. No, not even an affair. Just pure, animal fucking. She found herself unable to hold back a hungry grin.

"Emmett," Rosalie said sultrily, her fingertips tracing the tattoo on her husband's arm, "this is Bella. She's James' wife. She's new."

"New, huh?" Emmett grinned wickedly, and Bella shivered.

"Mmmhmm. Why do you take care of her while I play with James?"

Emmett's large hand reached up and Bella stuck her palm out to meet his. He ignored it and instead went straight to cupping her pussy. He dug a finger into her panties, the same as James had done, and grinned.

"Have fun," James murmured, kissing her neck before moving to a nearby mattress with Rosalie.

"Bella, baby," Emmett said slowly, "why don't we take these off? They seem to be getting in the way."

She pushed the panties down to her ankles and stepped outside of them, nearly tipping over in her tall heels. He grinned and pulled her down on top of him – letting her feel the long hard length pressing against her stomach.

"Well, what have we here?" Emmett asked.

Bella felt a stirring go through her…especially when he started slowly massaging her clit. "I could find out," she said, flashing him her dark eyes. He snarled and gyrated up into her, letting her feel again just how hard he was. She pounced them, pressing her lips to his as her hand eased into his pants and pulled his cock out – hard as fuck, just the right thickness for her hand, and the length she had always regretted James not having. Slowly, she rubbed her hand over his thick head, sliding her tongue against his as she did so. While his fingers began to enter her slick pussy, she started jerking him, working into a rhythm that matched his motions.

As Emmett broke their kiss to let out a deep moan, her eyes scanned the room, hoping to find James watching. The thought ran across her mind that maybe he'd be so jealous when he saw that he'd take her right away and give her his own good hard fucking and they could go back to the way they had been. But he was busy, it seemed, plowing into Rosalie from behind, her perfect ass raised in the air as his hips pistoned in and out.

She moved her gaze back to Emmett – but got caught somewhere between her husband and the man she was fucking. Only a few feet from the headboard of the bed, on a black velvet sofa, there was a man, possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, watching her. Something about him was almost familiar, in one of those I-must-know-you-from-somewhere kind of ways but also as though she knew him on a much deeper level. His unruly hair was not quite auburn, and his green eyes were boring into her with a lustful look. That look…and the moment when the man pulled his own cock out of his trousers and began stroking it while watching her…set her on fire, and she climbed on top of Emmett without a word of warning, sliding down on his cock quickly.

Emmett held onto her hips as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with her movement. Deep moans came from below her, but she was listening for the ones that were issuing from three feet away, from this mysterious man she couldn't take her eyes off of. Funny how she couldn't give a shit when James was having sex with the most gorgeous woman on the planet, but when a pretty redhead approached the bronze-haired man with a dirty grin and a sliding hand, she felt her eyes nearly turn green and rode Emmett's cock harder out of pure fury.

But the man turned the girl away, preferring to touch himself rather than surrender to a stranger's mouth. His eyes never left her, watching as Bella slid up and down, eyeing her breasts, her ass, her cunt stretched around Emmett's thick cock. Emmett reached up to pinch her nipples, hard, and the man licked his lips before sliding his eyes upwards, locking his gaze with hers. Something about those deep green eyes and that I-could-make-you-cum-harder-than-you-ever-came-before face did it; she orgasmed on the spot, shaking and twitching on top of Emmett, his big hands still moving her up and down. Her vision started to black out, it was so good…and even in the darkness she could hear the stranger moan, knew it was him, knew he was cumming too.

Emmett suddenly pulled her off, lying her on the bed and crouching on top of her, jerking his cock hard and fast and spraying her chest with his load. Still riding the last waves of her own orgasm, Bella closed her eyes and spread the hot jets over her breasts, rubbing it in like balm before glancing back over to the black sofa.

He was gone.