Swapping at a Halloween Party – An Intro to Truth or Dare Ball [Group]

*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*

My wife and I have been together for 6 years. We’ve been open since the beginning. I had recently gotten out of a sexually unsatisfying 5 year relationship and knew I couldn’t do that for the rest of my life. I’d been reading up on swinging and polyamory, and not only did it sound rational, it got me rock hard every time I thought about it. That’s what I wanted. Luckily my now-wife agreed even though she’d always been monogamous before. Michelle is 28 years old, 5’4”, fit and hourglass curvy. Pale with long red hair down her back. She’s an avid pole-dancer so she’s strong, lithe, and confident. I’m Brian, nice to meet you. I’m 6′ even, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested. I’m a martial artist, so I can turn heads when I’m training hard. Right now I’m stuck in the office a lot, so I’ve got a bit of dad-bod going on, but I’m working on it I promise. Anyway.

For the first few years of our relationship, Michelle and I were primaries. We fucked constantly. Everywhere we could. She’d wear costumes, I’d tie her down. All the good stuff. I’d occasionally date other women as well. She’s bisexual (and hot. Did I mention pole-dancer?) but had never done much with girls, so I’d often end up bringing women home for both of us. Flings, short-term triads, all that good stuff. She liked it, but never really explored dating on her own. She’s gorgeous but has absolutely zero game (cute girls rarely do). That was fine, since I wasn’t sure how I would react to her hooking up with a guy anyway. I got turned on when I thought about it, but you never know with that sort of thing. I like when she gets slutty, but would I like it when the sluttiness wasn’t aimed at me? That’s why I began paying close attention when she started noticing Mark.

Mark is one of my best friends, we met in college. He’s a full time musician, the lead singer and guitarist of an unknown but really good band. I say this as a straight guy: If I’m handsome, Mark is fucking hot. He’s 5’11 with a swimmer’s body. Punk rock style: a nose ring, tattoos, leather bracelets, a mop of red-brown hair and stubble. Women threw themselves at him in college. They’d blatantly compete over him. The guys in our friend group were jealous and constantly talked shit on him. One day I got tired of it and told them “Get a life you assholes. Mark’s my friend and if you don’t like him, you don’t like me,” and I stormed out. Mark had overheard the whole thing, and standing up for him when I thought he wasn’t there meant we were friends forever. By the end of college, he began dating Winn. Winn is 5’3 and thin. Bright eyes and thick, shoulder-length curly blonde hair. Winn is *cute*. I never really had a crush on her because she was quiet (I go for brash, outgoing women) but I certainly wouldn’t kick her out of bed. They started dating before Michelle and I, and recently got married as well. We were in each others’ wedding parties. We’re adorable.

Every year, Mark and Winn throw a Halloween party at their place. Everyone dresses up, drinks, and has a good time. This year the theme was “Comics.” I dressed as Bruce Wayne (sharp suit with a black Batman-like eye mask) and Michelle was [Poison Ivy](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dcuo/images/f/fc/Load_Screen_Poison_Ivy.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/640?cb=20140909160751). And she did it *justice*. Throughout the night I noticed she was spending a lot of time near Mark. Touching his arm. Mark was sneaking peeks at her legs and chest. Our friends don’t know we’re open, so he was trying to be respectful and not stare. I obviously didn’t mind, so I began to hatch a plan. While my wife was getting some wine, I snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to fuck Mark?” She chuckled and was quiet for a second, and I’m pretty sure she blushed (her face was a light leaf-green so I can’t be sure). Then she looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes and nodded. “Good. Your job tonight is to do whatever it takes to make him hard. But be discreet.” She replied with my favorite answer: “Yes sir.” So the rest of the night, all I could do was circle the outskirts of the party and watch.

Despite being a graceful and competent dancer on only her second glass of wine, my wife became an instant drunk klutz. I’ve never seen her drop so many things in her life. Whoops, she dropped the napkins. Better bend (at the waist) and pick them up. There goes an empty cup, gotta bend down and get that. Whoops, knocked the stereo remote off the couch. And every time her short, leafy skirt lifted up, Mark’s eyes would find her. She’d move from one room to the next, brushing past people, making sure she rubbed her ass into Mark’s crotch whenever she scooted past him. “Whoops, excuse me!” By the end of the night, she’d had a few more glasses of wine and the drunk act stopped being an act. She stood too closely to Mark. She’d absently run her hands up and down his back while everyone told stories and joked around. When no one else was paying attention, she’d adjust her costume. “These leaves are itchy” she said, and pulled her velvet corset down a bit, giving Mark an eye-full of her DD cleavage. At one point he and I were standing next to each other discussing some nerdy book we both like, and he stopped mid-sentence. Michelle was across the room talking with Winn (dressed as [Zatanna](https://usercontent2.hubstatic.com/8267923_f520.jpg) and *also* succeeding wildly). She hiked the back of her skirt up, “adjusting it” and revealing her entire gorgeous ass in nothing but a green g-string. Mark stammered for a second, then looked over to see if I also saw what was happening. I leaned over and said “Get an eyeful brother. That ass shouldn’t go to waste.” Michelle turned around, saw us talking about her, and winked. Then she whispered something in Winn’s ear. Winn took a second, smiled, then shook her head “no.” I would later learn that my wife had said, “Your husband makes me wet. Does that bother you?”

Now this is the part where we magically go from 0 to 100 and have an amazing orgy, right? Well that’s not how the real world works. We had to have some quick conversations. The best pizza place in town doesn’t deliver, so Mark and I hopped in my car (I was Designated Driver that night) and I drove us to grab some more. He started with, “Michelle makes a great Poison Ivy.” I nodded, “Winn is an excellent Zatanna. Nice job picking the theme this year.” He laughed. “Yeah our wives are hot.” “That’s putting it mildly.” “Sorry if I was staring at Michelle when she was adjusting her costume. That wasn’t very gentlemanly.” “Don’t worry about it man, I take it as a compliment. Besides, I’m not the jealous type and she thinks you’re cute. You could do anything you wanted with her and it’d be cool by me. I’m not her keeper.” He thought for a second. “Cool.” We arrived at the pizza place, and I pulled up to the curb so he could run in. But he didn’t. For a full 30 seconds. Just as I was about to say something, he laughed. “Sorry man, I’ve got to tuck this thing up into my waistband. I was imagining Poison Ivy sucking my dick.” Then he tucked his hard cock up into his waistband and ran in for the pizza. I laughed. That was a good sign. And the thought of my wife blowing my friend got me pretty hard as well, which was also a good sign. He came back and buckled in with the pizzas sitting on his lap. I lightened the mood further with, “Good, you can’t jerk off to my wife with those pizzas in your lap.” He laughed. “Yeah, but you could jack it to Winn while you’re driving, and that wouldn’t be very safe.” Now I laughed. “If we’re being honest, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten off thinking about Winn. Is that alright?” He thought for a second. “Yeah man, I’m not jealous either. But you should know, she’s inexperienced. I’m the only guy she’s ever done anything with. So…I’m totally fine with the second guy being you, but you’d have to go at her speed. Whatever she wants, I’m all good.” That worked for me, so I said, “That works for me.” I’m complicated like that.

We arrived back at their place and brought the pizzas in. As we entered the kitchen, only Michelle and Winn were there, whispering. Their eyes lit up when they saw us. Winn walked up to me, Michelle walked up to my friend, and without a word they kissed us on the cheek. Mischievous scamps must have just finished a similar conversation. Excellent.

As the party wound down, about half of the guests had left and the rest of us were sitting around a bonfire out back, everyone (but me, the DD) was comfortably hammered. Mark was sitting on a camping chair with Michelle on his lap, I was across from them on and blanket with Winn’s legs resting on me. She had removed her tall black heels so I could rub her fishnetted calves and feet. She was making quiet moaning sounds as I worked her tight muscles, and I started getting a little hard. As our oblivious friends told knock knock jokes, I locked eyes with Michelle. She almost imperceptibly began rocking her ass from side to side. She kept laughing and talking, but Mark had gone silent. As I watched her slowly grind into my friend’s crotch, I moved my way up Winn’s legs to rub her thighs. I looked away from my wife to admire Winn’s costume. She wasn’t as busty as Zatanna in the comics, but she looked damn fine in that white corset. She caught me staring and whispered, “Od ouy Ekil?” Nerd. Zatanna casts spells by saying words backwards. I fucking love nerds. “If that’s a spell to make my cock rise, it just might work.” She giggled, but we were interrupted when my pants pocket buzzed. It was a text from Michelle. It said, “Mission accomplished. It’s like I’m sitting on a rock.” I looked up and she was smiling, still working Mark’s cock through their clothes. I turned the phone so Winn could see the message. “Oh.” She said, surprised. She processed for a second, then leaned close and whispered “Well I don’t want to be left out.” She motioned for me to take off my suit jacket, then covered my lap with it. She readjusted so she was leaning against me and snuck her hand under the coat. She felt around for a second until she found my half-hard dick. Her warm hand wrapped around it, and she began gently squeezing. Now I know a lot of people don’t go for handjobs, especially through clothes, but I’m crazy for them. And we were in public. And I was being felt up by Zatanna while my Poison Ivy wife was dry humping one of my best friends less than 10 feet from me. I was at full mast instantly. “Ooo, that was easy” Winn gloated. “I’ve got a thing for villains, what can I say?” She laughed, “I can see that. Our spouses are misbehaving over there.” I caught a slight bit of jealousy in her comment, so I asked “Are you okay with that?” “Yes. But it’s new, I need to ease into it.” “Of course, you set the pace,” I responded. That seems to satisfy her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder and began slowly stroking up and down my shaft. We’ve gone further and done a lot more since then, but this moment is what I find myself picturing most often during solo sessions. Watching Michelle grind on Mark while Winn strokes me through my pants, with friends around all dressed like superheros. My first Hollywood crush was [Drew Barrymore in Batman Forever](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/batman/images/7/75/SugarTwofaceSpice2.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20101025011645), and that must have made an impact.

Everyone else got tired and began leaving, some alone, some in pairs, walking home or calling for Lyft. The four of us stayed where we were. Once we were the only ones left, Michelle made her move: “I don’t know if it’s the wine or what, but I’m horny as fuck. Anyone else?” We laughed. She went on, “I know *you* are” she said to Mark approvingly, gyrating her hips into his lap. “What can I say?” he said, “You’ve been teasing me all night.” She turned to face Mark better, and laid one on him. They began making out, and I turned to Winn to see if she wanted to do the same. I could see she was content to just take the situation in, so I let her continue stroking me over my pants while we watched our spouses make out. Mark slid his hand under the top of Michelle’s costume to squeeze her tits. She loves having her breasts played with, so it wasn’t a surprise when she wiggled them free of the corset, giving him easier access. He tweaked a nipple, and she squeaked in approval. Mark slid his hand up Michelles leg and under her skirt. I couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but I’m guessing he was rubbing her mound over her thong. He looked over at us to see if Winn was still okay. She didn’t respond, so he kept going. Michelle let out a moan that made my cock twitch. “*Someone* liked that,” Winn smirked, giving me a squeeze. “And what would *you* like?” I asked, sliding my hand up her body and feeling her breast through her corset. She hesitated, then brought her lips up to mine. She continued stroking me through my pants as we made out, and she folded the top of her corset down so I could play with her tits as well. Small moans came from both sides of the fire, then it was Winn’s turn to gasp a little when I made contact with her underwear. I let her get used to the pressure and warmth of my hand as we watched Michelle spread her legs, giving us a full view of what was happening under her skirt: Mark had slid her g-string to the side and was circling her clit with his fingers. She was clearly soaking wet, her pussy glistening in the firelight. “What do you think of that?” I whispered in Winn’s ear. She bit her lip and smiled. “Would you like the same?” I asked. She said nothing, but spread her legs in response. I slid her underwear over and mimicked what my wife and Winn’s husband were doing across the fire. Michelle was breathing heavily now, and Mark was whispering in her ear. She chuckled and moaned harder. Winn was breathing heavier as I teased her clit, and she stopped jerking me off as her pleasure peaked. Michelle whimpered, “Oh fuck!” as she began shuddering, cumming all over Mark’s fingers. My cock was so hard I thought it would explode right in my pants, so I focused one getting Winn where she needed to go. I kissed her neck and held her tight with my free hand, and she clenched onto my arms for dear life as she began shaking as well. “Yessss” she hissed as an orgasm took over her body. The women, breathing heavily, relaxed into our arms as they recovered. After about a minute, Winn stood up on shaky legs and grabbed her shoes. “That…was fun” she said, smiling. She leaned over and pecked me on the lips. “Text us when you get home safe,” she said, and sauntered into their house. “Welp, I guess that’s her limit for the night” Mark said. He and Michelle stood up, and like me he was practically bursting through his zipper. No fireside relief for the guys tonight, but we weren’t complaining. “I’m going to go fuck my wife. Happy Halloween you two,” he said. Michelle kissed him hard on the mouth and squeezed his cock one last time, and he went inside. She practically jumped into my arms and said “Get me home now. I need a cock inside me.”

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. We fucked for over an hour on the living room floor, the couch, up against the wall. She kept talking about all the things she wanted to do now that our friendship with Mark and Winn had been upgraded. I was looking forward to it as well. After we had cleaned up, we started talking less about fantasies and more about logistics. It became clear that Winn would need help. Everyone but her was game for everything: if it were up to Me, Michelle, and Mark, we would have all been fucking in a pile until morning. But Winn was the boss. We wanted her to be comfortable, we wanted to make it easy. She was in charge of the pace, but she wasn’t going to take the lead. How do you work around that? How do you give someone permission and agency who won’t necessarily embrace it? The idea of Truth or Dare came up and seemed like a good plan, with one problem: It’s usually lame. People can’t think of ideas. They chicken out, or they go too far too fast. People feel left out. That’s when Michelle landed on the best idea she’s ever had: Truth or Dare Ball. We started brainstorming.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jfd47/swapping_at_a_halloween_party_an_intro_to_truth