“You have got to be kidding me, right?” I was ready to throw my company issued iPhone 15 at my editor’s face.

“Elisa, calm down, this is just another assignment, and I am sure that our readers will love it.” She was shifting around uncomfortably in her chair, doing her best to calm me down. 

But I was anything but calm. I have been wanting to for the newspaper ever since I started to study journalism. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I would be covering international affairs after three months on the job, but I never expected anything like this. 

“Is this 1950? Are you really asking me to attend a swinger’s party because I am female, young, and blonde?” The phone was still in my hand, and I hadn’t yet decided whether I was going to launch it at her after all. 

“Our readers want to read about something other than war, global warming, or the pandemic for a change. It may be a cliché, but sex sells and besides, I am asking you to go to the party, have a drink, talk to a few people and that’s it.” 

“If that is what you want, then give me your credit card. If I am going, I might as well look the part and Honey Birdette has just what I need.” 

She reluctantly handed me her credit card and stressed that she needed my story before 4am tomorrow morning to make it in time for the weekend edition of the newspaper. 

I left the office and went to get a manicure and a pedicure. As my nails were being done, I studied the invitation that my editor had sent me. The party was going to be held in an upscale part of town and only the elite was invited. I was still fuming, however somewhat curious as to what I might experience in just a few hours. 

My next stop was the lingerie store. My partner had been pestering me about getting some new lingerie and since the newspaper was paying, I settled on a black bodysuit with dark tulle and strapping on the body. Together with open-toed heels, this outfit was a winner! 

I knew that my partner was on call that night so I could get ready without sparking his suspicion. I texted him that I had some boring event to go to and that I would be home late, however that I had a surprise for him when he got home the next morning. 

As I was showering, I could feel a nervous sensation in my stomach. I wouldn’t describe myself as a prude, but I was vanilla when it came to sex. I wasn’t too keen on watching other people get it on, but if I wanted to land bigger stories, I had to start somewhere. Never did I think that it would be at a swinger’s party. 

Studying myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel sexy. The bodysuit fit perfectly and if nothing else, I would get me laid in the morning. I threw the invitation along with chewing gum into my clutch and called an Uber. 

Half an hour later, I was dropped off at an enormous mansion, and a hunky security guard let me in after I showed him my invitation. A hostess welcomed me and told me that the other guests were already enjoying a drink at the bar. She told me that I could leave my dress on if I wanted, but most of the other women were already in their lingerie. 

I might as well blend it, and I decided to leave my dress in a locker. Walking into the bar, I could feel different eyes on me. Lustful looks taking me in from head to toe. I smiled sheepishly at a few other guests before heading to the bar and downing two glasses of champagne in quick succession. Anything but classy, however effective to calm my nerves a little. I started to scan the room, and the invitation wasn’t joking when it mentioned that only the elite would attend. Everyone in the room looked amazing. 

“This is your first time at a party like this isn’t, it?” 

“Is it that obvious?” 

“Well, you look like a deer in headlights. A sexy deer for it is worth.” 

She introduced herself as Kate and her husband as Rick. Both of them were in their late thirties and with bodies to die for. Kate was wearing a dark blue baby doll with matching suspenders; Rick was sporting designer boxers that covered a sizeable bulge. 

I blushed as I stammered that I had never done anything like this before and that I had no idea what I was supposed to do. 

Kate told me that I should never do anything that I didn’t feel comfortable doing. No means no and people were very respectful of that. They had been to a few parties like this one before and always had a great time. Not that they had a lot of experience, but they knew that they enjoyed the company of others in the bedroom. 

“Why don’t you join us on one of the couches. We can have a drink together, talk, and just know that there are no expectations.” 

I nodded and Rick grabbed another three glasses of champagne before walking over to the nearest couch.  We raised our glasses to a fun night and for the next half hour, the conversation flowed easily. I felt comfortable in their company and started to relax more and more. Around us, people were getting into the mood and my eyes couldn’t help but wander. 

“If you two want to join the people that clearly more experienced, don’t stay here because of me. You both look too hot to be wasting your time with the new girl.” 

Kate smiled and caressed my thigh with her fingertips, “We are right where we want to be.”

Without saying another word, she leaned forward and kissed me. As her soft lip pressed against mine, time stopped. I don’t know exactly how long we kissed but when she pulled back, her lipstick was smeared, and Rick was smiling from ear to ear. 

“She has got the softest lips. You must feel them for yourself!” 

Rick turned my way and gently pulled my mouth towards his. I shivered as his tongue curled around mine. My head was telling me to break the kiss, but my body didn’t let me. Nor did Kate. While I was kissing her husband, she reached around to play with my breasts. My nipples reacted to her touch; I couldn’t help but gasp. 

When I joined in for a sensual three-way kiss, I glanced down to find her hand stroking Rick’s cock. 

“Can you hold that for me?” she giggled. I nodded and closed my fingers around his shaft. He groaned as I jerked him off while Kate expertly undressed me. Her tongue flicked at my nipples before sucking them into her warm mouth. 

She exclaimed that she had to taste me, and she pushed me back onto the couch. Rick knelt next to me, his cock inches away from my mouth. If there was a point of no return, this was it. When I thought that I was ready to get up and leave, I felt her tongue! She wasted no time exploring my pussy. I must have moaned rather loudly as a few heads turned our way. To hide my shame, I took Rick’s cock into my mouth. 

"Elisa, you taste incredible! And you look amazing with my husband’s cock in your mouth!” Kate was enjoying the view as she slid her middle finger inside me. My body tensed, then quickly relaxed. I was cupping Rick’s balls, kneading them as my mouth bobbed up and down his cock. Pre-cum coating my lips, I could feel an orgasm of my own start to rise. 

It wasn’t long before Kate’s tongue and fingers had my toes curling. She purred happily as my nectar coated her mouth and chin. She stood up and kissed Rick, wanting him to share in her spoils. She whispered something into his ear, and he pulled out of my mouth. 

Kate pulled her panties down and dropped them onto the floor. I had drunkenly licked a girl in college, but this wasn’t that. As she settled onto the couch, I leaned forward to kiss her mound. I opened my mouth, and the tip of my tongue tickled her clit. Encouraged by her moans, my tongue explored her velvet lips. Kate cupped her own breasts as the tip of my tongue slid inside her. “Fuck, Elisa, your tongue feels amazing. Whatever you do, don’t stop!” 

As I was getting lost in eating his wife’s pussy, Rick knelt behind me on the couch.  His hand on my hips, he pushed forward slowly. His cock slid in easily and when I turned to look at him, I could see the pleasure on his face. He reached for my ankles and lifted my feet up as he gathered pace. My moans vibrating against Kate’s clit, I lost all inhibitions. Her hands were in my hair, my tongue lashed against her wet lips. Sucking and nibbling on her clit, before sliding two fingers inside of her. My fingers followed the rhythm of her husband’s cock. 

“You are going to make me cum, Elisa! And judging by the look on Rick’s face, not just me.”

I curled my fingers inside of her and started to tap her spot. Her body started to shudder as she moaned my name loud enough for the entire mansion to hear. Watching his wife cum was the final push Rick needed. In one swift movement, he pulled out of me, got rid of the condom, and came all over my ass. 

All three of us collapsed in a sweaty mess onto the couch. High on endorphins, we kissed and giggled. Kate and Rick told me how amazing this was, when the reality of another man’s cum on my ass hit me. 

“This was amazing, you were both great, but I have to go.” 

Before they could respond, I had gathered my few belongings and raced upstairs to get dressed. I must have smelled like forbidden sex because the Uber driver couldn’t stop grinning during the ride home. 

After a shower, I started to write the article that my editor was so eagerly awaiting. Even though my mind was reliving what had just happened, my fingers were typing away. The result didn’t include anything of what had just happened, but it told the story of the elite living up it in a mansion with expensive champagne and no inhibitions. 

When I was called into my editor’s office five days later, the threesome was still on my mind. The memory of her tongue and his cock still made me shiver. 

“Elisa, you did it! Our readers are loving your story. I told you, sex sells. Now, for your next story. There is this exclusive club for women…”