I can live with swinging. Hell, I'm just as guilty as anyone when it comes to enjoying the parties we've had. But I need something more concrete. Some... sort of commitment."He felt Arabella's slender frame shudder but he drove ahead."I've got to know that I'll have someone that's thinking of me, someone that gives a rat's ass if I come home in one piece. I want you to be that person. I'm not trying to monopolize you or chain you down. I just want the last few days to go on forever. Just you and. I was told to head into the back yard when I arrived. There were several guys around, some hanging out in the pool, some by a makeshift bar. I slowly wandered around looking for people to talk to trying to not let my nervousness show, but I wasn't very good at it obviously."First time at the party? Hey I'm Greg" He said as he introduced himself. Greg was probably in his early 30s, tan skin, thin but muscular, with short dark hair. "You're cute, don't be nervous. I'm sure a lot of guys will be. The waiters all seemed pleased that we had returned and seated us at the rear.My dirty wife had on the shortest dress you have ever seen and had left her knickers off. As we were being served, my wife was deliberately flashing her hairy pussy at the waiters at every chance she had. The waiters could not believe their eyes and were all trying to get a look.As the evening wore on, she told me that she was wetter than she had ever been before and thanked me for agreeing to her little plan. I was. Naked with my dick limp, I turned and faced my soon to be rapist, with a slight grin in his smile he examined me slowly. "Looks like you'll do just fine, alright now onto business, get on your knees" he whispered into my ear with a somewhat wicked tone. Fearing that the situation could become much worse I slowly, and reluctantly, got on my knees. Now smelling the faint smell of piss and the cold floor it went from being a nightmare into a reality. Looking some what pleased with me now showing.