7:10 P.M.

"Honey, the Tullman's are here!"

Jack turned toward the foyer and his wife's voice, almost spilling the drink he'd been handing to Bert Trask. At last, all eight couples were here, and they'd be able to begin the festivities soon. An undercurrent of tension already crackled among the mingling couples, and Jack knew that it would quickly build to an unbearable level.

Dispensing drinks and appetizers from his tray, Jack walked through the living room towards his wife's laughter. Linda seemed to be enjoying herself, the frantic nervousness she'd displayed earlier almost completely under control. Of course, she'd worked long and hard to make sure everything was "just so," from the perfection of the food, to the open arrangement of the furniture, to the little wisp of hair hanging down in her face. She'd spent quite a bit of time working on her dress alone, which looked quite modest next to the "come hither" garments adorning most of the women. As usual, Jack couldn't help but stop and admire his wife: a five-foot-eight auburn-haired bombshell, with a 38-24-36 figure, a well-rounded bottom, a pert face you'd usually find on more petite women, and a hells-a-poppin' personality that could bowl you over like a mouth full of Sweetarts.

At the moment, Linda was conferencing with Ted Miller, with his wife Barbara "Bunny" Miller hovering discreetly nearby. Jack noticed that the rest of the guests had given them plenty of space, and surmised that they were talking about the night's activities. Ted looked eager; Linda, nervous but determined.

Jack caught Linda's eye, and she broke off the conversation to mouth at him, "Seven-forty-five." He checked his watch; just about half an hour to get everyone ready with one last drink.

7:20 PM

"Nervous?" Jack asked Linda, as they instructed two of their guests on the location of everything in the kitchen.

"Not too bad," she replied. "But he seems to know what he wants to do."

"They all do, honey," Geleesa piped in. A stunningly exotic mixture of Black and Hawaiian, Geleesa had been the hostess for the party twice before. "But don't worry about it. It'll all go smooth as silk. Ted'll take good care of you. And we're all here to make sure things don't get too crazy."

That was, in fact, the only thing that Jack was really worried about. The last time the group had gotten together, things had become, well, a little intense. Ted's wife, Bunny, had been the hostess, and Tony Burneki had been opposite her. The problem was, Tony and his wife Tiffany had been fighting, and everything Tony did that night had been a spiteful lashing out at his wife. Quite frankly, Jack was afraid that Ted would take his revenge on Linda, even though she had nothing to do with the whole episode.

To tell the truth, it was amazing that they didn't have more problems like that. Eight couples, joined together by the need to put some more sizzle into their lives. Sixteen people, putting their self-esteem, their posessiveness and their self-determination up for grabs, just to add a little more sexual pizzazz to their marriages.

The concept was quite simple, really. It didn't even have a name. Jack called it Orgy-Lite. Others called it the Swap Meet, or just The Party. Jack remembered what it had been like at the end of the last party. Linda, naked, panting and sweat-covered, snuggled in next to him, nervously fiddling with his limp cock. His own heart had been beating a mile a minute. They both watched intently as Bunny dipped her sticky, cum-spotted hand into the wooden bowl, and pulled out a name. All of their names were in there, even Bunny and Tony's, although only once had a person been chosen for service two times in a row. Bunny handed the slip of paper to Tony, who read with a curious smile, "Ted Miller." Joking cries of "Fix! Fix!" filled the air, as Bunny blushed.

Ted would be known as the "Master of Ceremonies" for the next party, the man who would have total sexual control over one woman, and almost total control over the rest of the guests. The Master of Ceremonies could be either a man or a woman. It was the luck of the draw.

As Bunny dipped her hand back into the bowl, Jack caught Ted looking lustfully at Linda. It was to be expected, as Linda was the only one in their group to never be selected. Additionally, she was a drop-dead knockout who was thought to give the best head of any woman in the group.

Bunny pulled another slip out. If it was a woman, she would be the "Mistress of the Night," and if she agreed to participate, she would be the complete slave of the Master of Ceremonies. If Bunny pulled another man's name, she would continue to draw until she got to a woman, since most of the group was still uncomfortable with true bi-sexuality. Jack had almost been wishing that a woman had been selected first. They made great Masters of Ceremonies, and it would've been nice to see another man go through the demeaning sexual acts he'd been forced into at a party not long ago. Involuntarily, he glanced over at his nemesis, Rene Granger, only to find her staring right at him, her smile displaying the gleaming white teeth that had so exquisitely tortured his cock.

When Tony read aloud, "Linda McNair," his wife had squeezed him so hard he thought his cock might burst. "So the party's finally coming to our house," he'd murmured, somewhat unsettled by the predatory gleam in Ted Miller's eyes. The way it worked, Linda would be the hostess, and all the couples would come to their house. After a little chit-chat and mingling, they'd all gather in one room for the festivities. Ted, as Master of Ceremonies, would have full control over Linda, and could fuck, suck or otherwise sexually use her anyway he wanted, for up to eight hours. He also had partial control over every woman and man in the room, and could order them to do anything to their partners. It could get quite exciting, and crazy, as that night's activities had proven.

Jack could still remember the look on his wife's face as she took the news, and beyond her, the image of Bunny, one hand stuffed deep inside her cunt, still masturbating as Tony had ordered her to do. Jack had long wanted to get between her legs, and now he'd have the chance, as the husband and wife of the Master and Mistress were also required to pair up.

He'd looked back at Linda to see what her answer would be. She could refuse, of course, but it was expected that the reason would be substantial. Although the Master was required to wear condoms anytime he fucked a woman, those couples trying to have a child would often opt out, just to be safe. Medical problems, operations and stubborn infections were also good excuses, though they most often just got you a postponement. And since there was no set interim between parties, most excuses could be worked around.

"I'd, I'd be honored," Linda had stammered, rising to her feet. "That is, if you'll have me," she said to Ted.

"I think that can be arranged," he replied, pulling himself free of Tiffany Burneki, Tony's wife. "No, I don't think you're gonna have to twist my arm on this one."