It remains just two couples fucking for a while. Just not fucking the people they came with.

John and Jazz continued to have sex, with him still holding her tight, and helping her move up and down on him. His face was buried in her large breasts as they fucked, they kept up a quick pace, as she was riding him pretty hard, and pretty fast.

Jennifer and her boss were going more slowly, with Steve embracing her tightly, and holding a kiss, even with her body facing away from him. This was a side of Steve John hadn't seen before, not thinking any sort of "gentle giant" side existed.

John then saw Steve stand and lift Jennifer off of his cock, holy crap he had some upper body and arm strength. Steve then put Jennifer over his shoulder and headed for the house, his big cock bouncing around as he did it. "Come on guys, let's get more comfortable inside," He said as he carried John's wife into the house.

Over Steve's shoulder, Jennifer smiled at her husband and waved playfully as she was carried inside by the very large Steve. Seriously, he looked to be taller than 6'4", and John could not guess his weight, but he was fucking jacked. Jennifer was 5'3 or so, she looked tiny over his shoulder.

Jazz lifted herself off of John and took his hand, leading him inside as well. John followed, not knowing where this party might end, but it looked like it was headed upstairs.

Jennifer was ecstatic as she was carried up the stairs of Steve's big house. She knew where she was being taken, she had been there before many times, but this time her husband was coming along with another woman. This could not be working out any better.

She didn't love Steve, she knew that, but he was amazing in bed, and she did love the life she was a part of. Jennifer loved sex and wasn't sure she could ever be satisfied by one lover, and she had not been raised in a traditional home by any definition.

The idea of monogamy seemed strange to her. Jennifer knew that exclusivity was almost nonexistent in nature,

Her mom and dad were swingers and had been for as long as she could remember. They went to a church, but other couples they swapped with went to the same church, it was all a part of the show of pretending to be a normal family.

She had seen things other kids didn't as she grew up, more affection around the house, more nudity than other kids saw, as Jennifer's parents might just be nudists, and she saw her mom kiss other men and women, and saw her dad do the same. She was sure both were bisexual.

Her parents had paid for her breast implants, as she had nice curves from her mom and from being athletic, wide hips and a nice round ass, this did not translate to cup size. She was popular in school, but was always flat-chested and wondered why her mom's tits were so big and hers were not.

That was when her mom showed Jennifer her scars. Not obvious scars, but the point was made, she had breast implants. "Guys love them Jennifer, a lot of girls too," her mom had told her while sitting before her topless.

So her parents paid for a nice set of implants, using their consent, and their bank account, to get them done a few months before Jennifer's 18th birthday. They got her c-cup implants, wanting her to grow into her body before she had bigger breast implants put in. And c-cups looked very good on her fit and curvaceous body.

Shortly after Jennifer got a job as a stripper, something her parents celebrated with her in a raucous birthday celebration, and here she was, still on a wild ride she had enjoyed every day of. She had it all.

A great job making really good money, making progress on a college degree that would help her to live a better life than her parents had. They weren't poor, but they sure were not wealthy. She also had an amazing sex life, having sex with lots of men and women, and she also had a loving husband at home. Everything her parents had, but making a better living.

She had told John her parents were worse off than they were, but instead of sending money back home to help every month, she was building a substantial savings account. Something for John and her to build their own business with perhaps, or a home, who knew at that point.

But Jennifer felt like she had it all. Being carried up the stairs to fuck her boss, which was a very pleasing event, but this time with her husband knowing about it and consenting to it. This time it would be free of guilt, this time it would not be cheating. She had finally brought her husband into the world of swinging, the world her parents had introduced her to.

John just saw a contented smile on his wife's face as she was carried up the stairs, and he saw a warm smile on Jazz's beautiful face as well. He didn't know how this would end, but he sure had enjoyed how it started.

Soon John got to the end of the hall, and he saw his wife on Steve's massive bed laying down with Steve between her legs eating her out, while gently caressing her breasts, with hands so big it actually made her breasts look smaller.

Jazz laid John beside his wife, and got down beside Steve, and started to suck John's cock gently. Jennifer reached over and held her husband's hand as her boss ate her out, "I love you, John," she said in a very soft voice," obviously enjoying what was happening.

John looked down and watched the beautiful Jazz suck his cock, he enjoyed it as well, this was going to be a hell of a party.