I got off the plane at Dallas/Fort Worth airport and my first thought after glancing out the window at the view was, “Wow, Dallas sucks.”

Steve picked me up in his beat-up Ford F-350 and I joked about what a Texas redneck he was as I threw my carry-on into the back with the empty beer cans. I wondered if all trucks sold in Texas came with their own stock of beer cans and fast-food trash.

“Very funny,” Steve said and pulled out into the most insane traffic I had ever seen. After five minutes, I frantically snapped my seatbelt on, much to Steve’s amusement. I swear, we nearly died six times on the way to his house.
“How’s the dog?” Steve asked after I stowed my gear in his spare room. I laughed, because I know he hated my bulldog, Tyson. The feeling was mutual. Tyson had taken a chunk out of Steve’s ass the last time he came to visit.

“At the neighbor’s,” I said.

“Hope your neighbor has a stun gun.”

“Tyson’s a sweetheart. He just recognizes evil. What’s the plan for the weekend?”

“The plan is to get you laid buddy,” Steve said and tossed me a beer.

“That’s my kind of plan. Where do we start?”

We started at a couple of bars where they played country music and the women wore painted-on jeans and low-cut tops with lace covering their nipples—barely. The twangy Texas accents grated on my ears, but I wasn’t interested in conversation, anyway. I saw a couple of prospects at the second bar, but Steve dragged me out of there, claiming he knew where the pickings were better. I should have known the drunk bastard was full of shit—he just wanted to see some pussy. We ended up at a strip club. Hell, yes, it was nice looking at those huge Texas boobs and gyrating pussies, but I sure as hell wouldn’t be picking up any strippers. I told myself I wasn’t that hard up, but the truth was, those girls were pros. They either went home alone or charged heavily for their after-hours services.

I ended up back at Steve’s place, pouring his drunk ass into bed and laying on my own mattress, hornier than ever after a couple of lap dances at the club. I realized I hadn’t had sex in over a year. Hell, I had been burnt-out on female companionship after my eight year marriage went to hell in a hand basket. My wife had developed a meth addiction after some crazy girl’s night out and ended up draining our bank account and pawning her wedding ring to buy drugs.

I had freaked when I found out and booted her ass out, but hell, it was an addiction, right? I tried to help her on and off, but she was so fucking hooked she ended up walking the streets and was finally busted for forging checks. I hoped she would get clean during her three-year stint in the state pen, but either way I was out of it. My divorce was final and I was ready to put the past behind me. The hell of it was, I was faithful to the bitch through all of it—the marriage and the fallout.

Steve was apologetic the next morning and took me out for a huge Southern-style breakfast. That was one thing Texas got right. The food.

Saturday night, Dallas was hopping. Every redneck with a pickup truck was on the freeway, swerving in and out of the BMWs of the businessmen and the souped-up Asian jobbies of the twenty-somethings that thumped with loud rap music. Steve said we were going to Arlington, wherever the hell that was, to a hotel where a friend of his tended bar.

The Admiral Hotel seemed like a decent place when we went in. Steve was bitching about the temperature. I told him to stop being a pussy. His friend, the bartender, turned out to be a decently hot women without the characteristic accent and she set us up with free drinks, so I couldn’t complain, but she spent most of her time working like a dynamo behind the bar—the place was busy.

A huge group had parked themselves at a collection of tables in one corner and I found my eyes drawn time and again to a cute blond that seemed to be the only one unattached. After some strategic counting, I discovered there were four couples and the cute girl, who must have been waiting for her date to show. A couple of them checked their watches, so I figured the guy must be late. I found myself hoping he would stand her up.

After a couple of stiff drinks loosened me up, I decided what the hell and went over to talk to her. Steve gave me the thumbs up and started hitting on a young thing that looked like jailbait. I could tell from the girl’s expression that Steve had no chance, but he was undeterred.

“Waiting for your date?” I asked the cute blonde pleasantly. Her eyes measured me and when she smiled, I figured I had passed at least a few of her mental criteria. Enough to be invited to sit down, at least.

“He seems to be late. Have a seat—you can hang with us until he gets here. I’m Beth.”

“Kevin,” I said and held out my hand. Beth had a nice, firm grip and a direct gaze that I appreciated. She had the most beautiful brown eyes.

I sat down and noticed her friends looking at me with more interest than I was comfortable with.

“He’s cute, Beth,” a brunette woman said. “Maybe we should ditch John—he’s fucking late, anyway.”

“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers,” another girl said and I expected her date to be annoyed, but he just laughed.

“What are you guys doing tonight?” I asked, thinking they were all going to some show or sports event, or whatever people did in groups in Texas.

“We’re having sex,” the brunette said and giggled. I grinned, thinking she was joking.

“All together, eh?” I asked in amusement.

“Yes,” Beth replied. “We’re swingers. If my elusive date doesn’t show, do you want to take his place?”

I was shocked. I mean, I’d heard of this sort of thing, but I was a simple general contractor from a small town. I’d been monogamous for nine years. My eyes flicked over the group as I tried to take it in. Beth laughed.

“You’re freaked, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be scared,” the brunette said. “We don’t bite.” She giggled. “Unless you want us to.”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. I was nervous at the idea of joining a fricking orgy, but at the same time the idea started to turn me on. And Beth was hot.

“Ah… so how does it… work?” I asked, feeling like a small town hick suddenly out of his league.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Beth said. “You can stick with me, if you want. Why don’t you tell your friend that I’ll make sure you get home all right.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I went back to Steve, who clapped me on the shoulder. I didn’t tell him about the swinging thing, just in case he would request an invitation. Frankly, I didn’t want to see Steve naked, ever, and figured the others wouldn’t, either.

The group of us cleared out and I followed Beth to a room upstairs. The couples sort of broke up and went into three adjoining rooms. The brunette joined me and Beth in one room.

“I thought you might want to watch, first,” Beth said with a pretty smile. She and the brunette undressed each other and kissed a few times while I sat in a chair with my dick getting harder by the minute. The brunette fondled and sucked on Beth’s large breasts and then both girls fell on the bed.

I had never seen girl on girl action in person before, and God, was it fucking hot. When the brunette started licking Beth’s pussy, I thought my cock was going to explode out of my pants.

Beth said, “Why don’t you take your clothes off and join us?”

Fuck, I’ve never taken my clothes off faster in my life. I climbed onto the bed and found myself between Beth’s legs licking that sweet, sweet pussy and listening to her soft cries. And then her friend’s hand was on my cock, followed by her mouth and I nearly came right then, it felt so damned good.

Beth cried out when she came and I pulled away from the brunette’s lips to slam my cock into Beth’s wet pussy and then I did come—God, harder than I ever had before. Jacking off to magazines was no comparison.

“Sorry,” I said to Beth. “It’s been so long…”

She grinned. “Don’t worry, we’ve got all night.”

Another guy walked in and I was a bit self-conscious, but he sprawled on the bed and Beth turned me over until I lay next to the guy—but not touching, thank God. Beth climbed on top of me and the brunette straddled the other guy and I found myself instantly hard again. Beth took my cock and impaled herself on it. The brunette did the same to the other guy. Beth started sliding up and down and the sight of her and the brunette moving in tandem—large breasts bouncing and sweat slicking their bodies—fuck, it was erotic!

Once in awhile the girls would lean over and lock lips. Damn, I was the luckiest fucker alive. From feast to famine. I was close to coming again when I suddenly felt a hot, wet tongue touch my anus. The shock and thrill sent me over the edge and I vaguely hoped to hell it was one of the other girls, but at that point I didn’t really give a damn. We were surrounded by other bodies, then, and one of the other girls was sucking my dick back to hard while I had a mouthful of nipple. God, what a night.