~Brenna Wizewa~<br/><br/>She couldn't help glancing out of the corner of her as he shaved at his sink while she put on minimal make up at her own.  The years between Bren and Dan didn't cross her mind often and when they did she relished in them.  He was stable, steady and deliciously experienced.  Hesitant at first to date him it didn't take long for her to fall completely, utterly in love with him and it only seemed to grow as time passed.  Her mouth watered just thinking about nibbling along his strong jaw. Such thoughts distracted her through the entire process of getting ready, but that's why she'd begun long before she needed to.  In fact, from the moment Dan brought up the party with her she'd been distracted.<br/><br/>Fantasies began to form and shyly she agreed to go with him.  It wasn't infidelity if they were at the same party and agreed to the swinging right?  That had been her hang up after getting over the initial fear that somehow she was not enough for him.  A fear he assuaged right away.  She slid into a dark green dress (http://clubwear21.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/0/1/01112013IMG_0530.jpg) with deeply plunging neckline and matching heels.  Her long red hair was loose and wavy about her shoulders.  Bren took one last look in the mirrored sliding door of her closet inspecting herself from head to toe.  Giddy expectation settled in her stomach then.<br/><br/>She walked out of the bedroom to find her husband.  "Do you like?" She did a slow turn in the new dress, giving him time to feast on her with his eyes.  "I bought it special for tonight." She smiled.  The green brought out her eyes and she'd carefully made sure her hair looked tussled without looking messy so when Dan got his first look at her she would look like she did after he ravaged her.  When she faced him again she placed her hand over her stomach where it seemed a million butterflies took up residence. "I'm a bit nervous." She confessed.<br/><br/>Bren picked up her small clutch and held a hand out to Dan ready to make their way to the private ranch where the party was being held.  She was quiet in the car, her mind busy bouncing between fantasy and wanting to ask Dan to just take her home spend all night wringing every least ounce of pleasure from each other's bodies. In the end, the fantasies won.  She loved to see her husband happy and often found herself taking enjoyment from making him happy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>~Esmy Brown~<br/><br/>Her breathing hitched as his fingers probed.  She knew the look in his eyes as she'd approached him.  Part of her wanted to tack a note to the front door,<em>Come on in, make yourself at home</em>and let John bend her over a sofa, chair or just press her up against a wall.  She bit her lower lip and kept her moan quiet. "You're evil Mister Brown." She whispered before pulling his hand away from her sex and up to her mouth.  She cleaned his fingers by suckling them. "I thought I'd offer them a drink before sucking their cocks." She chuckled.<br/><br/>Esmy stepped out of her husband's strong arms, linked her fingers with his and led him to the door giving him time to enjoy the way the material of her dress flirted with the curve of her tight, shapely ass.  She opened the door with a smile. "Please come in, I'm Esmeralda but just call me Esmy and this is my husband John." She stepped back to allow the couple in before leaving her husband to greet new comers and leading those already arrived through the entry into the great room where she slipped behind the antique bar (http://www.artfactory.com/images/Custom-Wood-Bar-CBJ0519.jpg).  "Can I get you something to drink?"