Adultery A Swinging Odyssey by Pimanko-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

There was considerable applause throughout the room. The sensuality of their dance had attracted quite a few spectators. No one had ever seen a tango done in the nude. They would probably never see such a thing again.

Gerald saw 'Esmeralda' smile. Her eyes were glazing over with lust, confirming what his nose already told him.

"It's time for 'Quasimodo' to show you his hump," Gerald said, making a feeble attempt at a corny joke.

Gerald took her by the hand and led her to a private room. They closed the door.

'Esmeralda' reclined on the mattress, opening her legs. "I need you 'Quasimodo'. I want you. Come to me," she panted. "Hump in me. Cum in me."

Gerald put himself between her legs. He aligned his cock with her pussy hole and pushed in.

"Oh," she gasped as she held onto him tightly.

They kissed each other deeply. Their mouths and lips were as locked together as their loins. After a few a minutes, 'Esmeralda" screamed her ecstasy as Gerald emptied his seed into her willing womb.

* * *

Like many others in the room, Aiko watched her husband and his partner do their erotic dance. She was even envious of the woman for having danced the nude tango with her husband. Like many others in the room, she had been so intent on watching the naked couple's erotic performace that she had temporarily forgotten about her still missing randomly assigned lover.

"That was quite the dance," she heard a man's voice say.

"Yes, it was," she replied as she watched Gerald and his paramour leave for a private room.

"You know them?" he asked.

'Not her, just him," she replied. "He's my husband."

"Ah. You're not jealous, are you?"

"Not with the woman," she replied, "only with the fact he's never danced a nude tango with me."

The man chuckled.

Gerald disappeared through the door with his lover.

Aiko turned around to see whom the voice belonged to. He was a big man, not tall, but wide. His skin was pale. His hair was brown with flashes of grey. He was about Gerald's height but he looked much bigger and heavier.

She looked for his bracelet. There was none. "Your bracelet is missing."

He looked. "Oh, I didn't notice. It must have fallen off. I couldn't work it over my hand. So I left it dangling on my fingers."

"Shouldn't you be looking for your partner?" she asked.

"I found her," he said. "You're 'Pocahontas, aren't you?"

Her mouth went dry. "Yes," she croaked.

"I guess I'm not what you expected."

"No, you're not."

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. Hearing no objection, he sat down. "You're a beautiful woman," he continued. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Aiko felt a rush of guilt. He was being a perfect gentleman while she was almost giving him the cold shoulder.

"If all you want to do is talk, that's what we'll do to pass the time. After a decent interval, I'll release you from your obligation."

Aiko saw both sadness and gentleness in his eyes. Sympathy for the fat man soon replaced her initial repulsion. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude."

"It's okay. I understand."

"It's not okay," Aiko said. "Let's do a reset. "I'm 'Pocahontas. I'm pleased to meet you 'John Smith'. May I call you 'John' for short?" she asked.

"You may."

Because of her initial negative reaction, Aiko realized she had to take the initiative. She got off her seat and stood in front of him. "Give me your hand," she demanded.