A/N Mature themes. Thanks to Wikipedia for all the swinging innuendo and K&K who give me inspiration.

Sansa was so excited to have a night out with Sandor and her friends. A double date, just what they needed. Dinner that night was a more subdued affair after the awkward vibrator incident of the day past. Sansa was explaining to Sandor that they were going to a party.

"What kind of party did you say it was?" Sandor asked

"Oh, it's going to be a swinging good time," Sansa gushed "It's a big band theme, you know Benny Goodman?"

Sandor agreed, a big band theme wouldn't be that bad. At least his Little Bird would enjoy herself.

Sandor sat at the bar, drinking a glass of red wine, watching his Little Bird dance with her friend. The two ladies came over to sit next to him, one on either side. Both ordered a fruity cocktail and then both turned to pay attention to Sandor. Sansa was on his scarred side, her pretty friend sat on his smooth side. She pressed her thigh into his. She had never met Sandor, Sansa had told her all about him, though. She was not put off by his face; he would have been a strikingly handsome man, had he not been disfigured. His body was another story; he was easily the largest, most well muscled man there. His body was rock hard and very attractive.

Sansa was looking around, people watching. She watched how physically attentive all the guests were to each other. "Must be the Braavosi way" Sansa thought to herself. She sipped her drink, listened to the music and felt Sandor's hand on her thigh.

Sandor felt the friends' hands on his arm. She was not only trying to get his attention, but she was surveying, taking in the muscles of his arm. He looked at her. She smiled coyly and moved her hands down to his thigh. That unexpected boldness caught Sandor off guard, he raised his eyebrow. He heard the Braavosi were different, but where was this going? Then he felt a hand rubbing his cock. He looked down, it was Sansa, and she grinned at him. Then he felt two hands on his thought to himself, "well at least there is plenty of room for all those hands". There was nothing about Sandor that was small or average. He looked at Sansa and her friend; they were smiling at each other. The friend seemed to be very impressed with his ample cock. Sansa giggled, and then got up, excusing herself to go to the ladies room. The friend did not remove her hand from Sandor's hard cock.

"What are you getting at?" He rasped

"You know you're at a swinging party, right?" the friend grinned

Sandor groaned, Sansa had no idea what she had signed them up for!

Fucking swinging.

The friend looked at his face, still hands rubbing his cock through his slacks. "She didn't tell you what you signed up for, did she?"

"Nope" Sandor grunted.

"Enjoy it, you've got the hottest body here, let me and Sansa enjoy it. Then maybe I'll let you watch while I enjoy Sansa."

"What about your boyfriend? He's not going to want to have a go with me is he?"

"Well," the friend smirked, "He probably wouldn't say no, but if you are happy to just watch or let us touch you and then you can watch us, that will still be a swinging evening." She moved closer, rubbing her breasts against his arm.

Sandor wasn't so sure about this, but the friend's tits were very different than Sansa's perky petite breasts. Sansa's breasts fit perfectly in his hand. Sandor could bury his head in this one's tits. He might even suffocate. He chuckled at that thought and reached up to squeeze them. The friend took that as a "go ahead" and went in for a kiss. Sandor gave in; it was interesting to be kissed differently, her hands felt different too.

Sansa came back, looking mildly confused, but accepting that her husband was kissing her friend.