Chapter 4 — Swing Party. - Part 1 (4)

My wife and I, along with Andrew Jung’s couple, went to the bathroom for a quick shower. There was a spa tub, and Andrew Jung turned on the switch.

Soaking in the warm water with four of us made our bodies feel languid, drowsy even. That deep comfort after sex—so soothing it almost pulled me into sleep.

I held my wife quietly in my arms. She seemed dazed too. Well, judging from earlier, she’d clearly enjoyed her time with Andrew Jung.

After drying off, we stepped into the living room. Moans and noises spilled from the bedroom—full-blown chaos. I peeked in slightly and saw partners entwined in sex.

Everyone was so absorbed they didn’t even notice us entering.

We quietly retreated to the living room, each taking a glass of wine, chatting. Now that we’d shared our bodies, we felt like old friends, completely at ease.

I sat with Claire Jung, my wife with Andrew Jung. We sipped wine while touching each other’s bodies casually.

Inside, the sex seemed to have ended, as people began heading to the bathroom one by one, or in couples, to shower.

After showering, everyone returned, naked, lounging comfortably, drinking wine and talking. I leaned close to Claire Jung and whispered:

“Is it over now?”

“We’re free now. You can go home if you want, or keep going. You can ask someone you like to go further. You don’t have to stick to swinging—orgies are allowed too.”

Indeed, there were no more rules—no need to pair up as couples. Everyone mingled freely, talking, touching, unrestrained.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael Choi’s cock—already the biggest and most impressive—rising again. My wife came over and asked me:

“Honey, can I suck Michael Choi’s cock one more time?”

“Of course. Do whatever you want, freely!”

She took her wine glass and walked over to Michael Choi, sitting beside him. They began chatting.

Next to me sat Nina Seo, and then Hannah Yoon.

Michael Choi was clearly the most popular man here. Everyone seemed to want a turn with him.

Hannah Yoon started sucking Michael Choi’s cock. Michael Choi, in turn, fondled my wife’s small breasts and sucked gently along her neck.

The room’s temperature began rising again, thick with desire.

I approached my wife. She whispered that she wanted to suck Michael Choi’s cock, but Hannah Yoon was still on it, making it hard.

Then Michael Choi winked at me—and silently signaled for me to go down on Hannah Yoon.

I slid between Hannah Yoon’s thighs while she sucked Michael Choi’s cock.

Hannah Yoon was over forty, but her pussy was immaculate. I began licking her eagerly, and soon she let out soft moans.

She released Michael Choi’s cock and reached down, stroking my head.

Now my wife could finally touch and suck Michael Choi’s cock. He seemed to like her—his attention clearly drawn to her.

She fondled his massive cock, and from her expression, she was thoroughly pleased.

A moment later, I saw my wife and Michael Choi slip into the side room. Hannah Yoon was too much for me to handle alone, so I shot Andrew Jung a desperate look for help.

Sharp as ever, Andrew Jung quickly came over and thrust his cock into Hannah Yoon’s mouth.

Hannah Yoon began sucking him like a sweet candy.

The women here were incredible at oral sex. Whether it was because they’d discovered sex early, or because they lived in a sexually open culture, their skill was extraordinary—putting even the best masseuses from Korea’s top parlors or steam rooms to shame.

And they could keep going for so long. Strangely, despite the prolonged oral stimulation, the men never came from it.

I quietly stood and peeked into the side room where my wife had gone. The air there was even hotter, thicker.

Thomas Park and Emma Choi were already inside—I hadn’t noticed when they came in.

The two couples were in 69 positions, as if by silent agreement, deeply engaged in mutual oral pleasure.

I moved close to my wife and whispered in her ear:

“Good?”

“So good. This man’s cock is amazing—big, thick, hard.”

Even I had to admit—Michael Choi’s cock was a premium specimen, top-tier.

Thomas Park glanced at me, then motioned for me to join. I’d been eyeing Emma Choi all evening, so I moved closer.

I touched Emma Choi’s breasts. Larger than my wife’s, but still modest for a Western woman.

She said she’d always been self-conscious about her small breasts.

I took one into my mouth and sucked. She continued sucking Thomas Park’s cock.

Thomas Park’s cock was smaller than Michael Choi’s, but still impressive.

I brought my mouth to Emma Choi’s pussy. Ah—so deliciously shaped.

Emma Choi was 34 this year, the youngest woman here, and even without that, her pussy was clean, tight, mouthwatering.

I began to lick her. She tasted sweet. I glanced sideways—my wife was climbing on top of Michael Choi’s body, rubbing his cock against her slit.

Even without penetration, she could feel pleasure just from rubbing his cock against her.

As she ground against him, moans began escaping her lips. She was clearly close, already trembling.

I slowly guided my cock toward Emma Choi’s pussy. Slipping on a condom, I eased inside.

Her warmth enveloped me.

Emma Choi kept sucking Thomas Park’s cock, clearly enjoying the intrusion of a stranger below.

My wife rolled a condom onto Michael Choi’s cock and then sank down hard.

A loud cry burst from her lips—so intense it sounded like her virginity was being torn open all over again, just as she had screamed the very first time I’d taken her.