They made their way to the bedroom where Henry removed Irena's bra, freeing her gloriously, perfect tits, which he suckled briefly before turning his attention to Emmerson.

He slowly removed her jeans and her bra, leaving her in nothing more than her flimsy underwear. Emmerson could feel Irena's hardened nipples grazing against her back, along with soft caresses up and down her arms. At the same time, Emmerson pressed her own erect nipples into Henry's chest as they kissed.

"Can I put my fingers inside you?" Henry asked.

She was momentarily subconscious of her bush because both of them seemed to shun pubic hair, but she shook off the thought and shuddered yes.

He slipped his hand between her legs and sighed, "Oh my god, you're already so wet."

She shifted her touch to Emmerson's hips and removed her panties.

Emmerson was completely naked, sandwiched in the middle of the two of them, and all their attention was focused on pleasing her.

They guided her to the bed, and each took a position on either side of her. They started off with gentle touches. Henry ran his hands over her torso, Irena lightly rubbed her legs. Emmerson felt like a greedy kid in a candy store. She used her hands to play with Irena's tits and Henry's cock, but so far, most the action had been between Emmerson and Henry.

Irena delicately licked Emmerson's nipples, as Henry rubbed her clit and lightly massaged her inner spans. Emmerson wanted to do more with Irena, but she didn't know what to do. She'd never been with a woman before, but she was curious. Cautiously, she flicked her tongue out to lick one of Irena's nipples, which was well received by both her partners. She experimentally dipped a finger between Irena's legs, it was so slippery and smooth.

Together, they were a mass of writhing, groaning flesh. Emmerson was in total ecstasy. She didn't know which of them was touching which part of her body and she didn't really care. She just knew it felt really good. All the rubbing and touching but no further action was driving her crazy. Emmerson was desperate to be penetrated, and apparently, she wasn't the only one.

"I want Henry to fuck you, do you think you can handle that?" Irena purred.

Emmerson nodded and Irena leaned forward and kissed her. Irena's lips were surprisingly soft. She was used to kissing stubbly men with dry lips, but this was different. Irena's lips were supple. Even her tongue felt velvety soft as she explored Emmerson's mouth, and she returned the favour.

Irena pushed Emmerson back and spread her legs. She reached to the side table and produced a bottle of lube.

"He's big," Irena said with a smirk as she poured the cool gel onto Emmerson's sensitive bits and began to work it in.

Henry eagerly observed from a position behind them. He was gently stroking himself, obviously turned on by the site of his wife massaging Emmerson's clit.

"I think she's ready for you," Irena said, rolling on her side, but she remained pressed against Emmerson's body, her hands playing with Emmerson's nipples.

Henry moved between her legs and pushed the head of his penis against her wetness which was now extra lubed up. She and Irena started kissing again as Henry began to enter her.

"I want you to feel how much this turns me on," Irena said, and she guided Emmerson's hand between her legs, showing her how to manipulate her fingers.

Henry leaned over the two of them and kissed Emmerson as he thrust in and out. His kisses were so satisfying, and he was screwing her so good, and all the while she was fingerfucking his wife. Emmerson tried to hold out as long as possible, but it was all too much stimulation, and she came vigorously.

Henry was still rock hard as he removed himself from her and switched his attention to Irena. Emmerson lay panting, trying to catch her breath.

Irena rolled onto her stomach and rose onto all fours. There, gleaming from between her perky ass checks was a rhinestone pink heart. Emmerson couldn't believe it. The whole time they'd been messing around, Irena had been wearing a butt plug just like the ones at the Jack and Jill.

"Em, will you be a good girl and grab the lube for me?" Irena asked.

Emmerson grabbed the bottle and held it out to her.

Irena shook her head. "I want you to do it," she said, wiggling her bedazzled ass in Emmerson's face.

Emmerson wasn't sure what to do, so she squeezed a little on her hands and rubbed it on Irena's pussy.

"Mmm, that's good. But he's going to fuck my ass, so you're going to need to remove the plug and rub it in a little higher, and help spread me darlin'," she said with a laugh.

Emmerson started slightly but tried to keep her cool. Emmerson ran her hands over Irena's smooth ass and experimentally pulled her cheeks apart to get better access to shiny red little heart. She looked over at Henry, he was still tugging away at his massive erection.

She grabbed hold of the heart shape and tried to tug on it, but it wasn't coming out easily.

"Jiggle it a little," Irena panted, sounded like she was on the brink of orgasm.

Emmerson began to wiggle the plug a little and sure enough, the main bulb of the plug neatly bobbed out of her ass. Emmerson surveyed the gaping hole and reached out experimentally to finger Irena's asshole.

Henry groaned and closed his eyes.

Irena laughed throatily, "you're going to make him cum. He's trying so hard to show you what a big man he his, but you are going to make him cream. Isn't she babe?"

A sly smile spread over his face. "Nope. I'm in control. I'm not going to cum before I want to."

Emmerson was enjoying this banter in the middle of their human pretzel session. She really wanted to make him cum, to show him she could be in control too. But what could she do? She whispered an idea in Irena's ear and Irena responded receptively.

Emmerson moved into position behind Irena and looked back over her shoulder to observe Henry's eyes growing wide. She thrust her bare ass up in the air to give him a good rearview as she dove headfirst into the soft folds of skin between Irena's legs.

She wasn't sure what she was doing, so she played around darting her tongue around the silky flesh. She got into a bit of a rhythm and figured out how to get her fingers involved, massaging Irena's clit while she licked and sucked.

Henry was groaning and rubbing himself at a rapid rate.

Irena was moaning with delight and laughing at her husband. "He's going to blow any second," she teased.

"Oh, that's it," he said dropping his cock and pushing Emmerson out of the way. Emmerson laughed and fell back on the bed.

"I'm sorry but this is a man's job," he said playfully, as he simultaneously lined himself up behind Irena, while stroking Emmerson's pubic area. "Thank you to my lovely assistant for getting her warmed up. Now watch and learn."

She couldn't believe his stamina and his skills. She was absolutely gushing and could feel another orgasm building as she watched Henry press the tip of his penis against Irena's asshole. She could see that he met with a bit of resistance at first, so he used his thumbs to expand the hole a bit more before he continued, and eventually was all the way in. Irena murmured with delight as he ravaged her ass, so she was obviously pleased.

"Em, grab my dildo will you?" Irena's muffled voice broke though the rising wave of ecstasy Emmerson was trying to delay. Henry chuckled as he kept pumping away.

Her dildo? What the heck? Emmerson looked where she's placed the butt plug beside the lube and sure enough, there was a large flesh-coloured dildo she didn't notice before.

"Yeah, that's it. Lube it up," Irena panted.

Emmerson did what she was told and attempted to pass the jiggly dildo to her.

"She loves double penetration," Henry said by way of explanation. "And without any bulls around, that is going to have to do," he said, punctuating his point by slapping her ass.

Emmerson was thankful Irena handled this one all on her own. She watched with amazement as Henry slowed his pace, and backed off a little so Irena could maneuver the fleshy fake penis between her legs, leaving just the fake balls sticking out.

Henry stepped up his vigorous thrusting again and his magic fingers returned to Emmerson's wetness where he brought her to climax. He came exuberantly, followed by Irena, and they collapsed onto the bed beside Emmerson, snuggling against her.

"So, what do you think?" Irena said sounding winded.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Henry asked at the same time.

Emmerson was speechless. She was still trying to catch her breath from the second orgasm, but she also didn't know how to put her feelings into words.

"I... I..." she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she prepared to admit the truth. "I thought it was fucking amazing."

"Oh, looks like we may have found ourselves a unicorn," Irena said.

Emmerson didn't know what that meant, but she had way more questions. "How often do you do this?"

"I don't know, I'd say at least twice a month. At a minimum," Henry replied.

"How do you find people?" Emmerson was fascinated.

"Back home, we've developed a network of like-minded people who enjoy the lifestyle, but travelling and these conferences have offered some of the most enjoyable experiences we've ever had," Irena said taking one of Emmerson's nipples between her fingers and gently playing with it.

"These conferences... wait... you mean, there are other people in the dental industry that are into... swinging?" Emmerson said with wide-eyed naivety.

They both laughed and Irena finally answered. "Em, these conferences have given me some of the hottest sex I've had in my entire life. There are a few parties going on tonight in fact, but I think this little adventure was well worth skipping out on it."

Emmerson's mind was racing thinking of all the people she knew at the conference, and didn't know, and wondering how many of them were into the swinging scene.

"I'm sure you've got a lot more questions," Henry said passing her a glass of water, which she gulped down.

"Thirsty work, isn't it?" Irena asked huskily and Emmerson nodded her head.

"I have SO many questions. I don't know where to start... ok, you talked about a bull? What is a bull."

"Mmm," Irena said closing her eyes and smiling. "A bull is a man who fucks me while Henry watches, or sometimes he joins in, or sometimes I go by myself and send naughty videos to him. I have a few favourite bulls. In fact, a few are at the conference."

"Ok, you called me a unicorn. Were you just being nice or is that a thing?"

They laughed good-naturedly.

"It's a thing," Irena answered. "It means a single female who's willing to play with swingers, the men and the women. We don't find too many of them. It's usually just swingers at the parties with a few bulls thrown in the mix, maybe a vixen or two. That's a woman who'll play with the hubby but not the wife," Irena said making a frowny face.

"Huh, so I'd be a unicorn if I went to a party?"

"Yup, that's right," Henry said.

"But it can be a lot, Em. If you're curious about exploring what it's like, you could come to a party with us this week."

Emmerson felt rush of excitement. "Neither of you get jealous?"

"I wouldn't say that..." Henry said trailing off for a second as he chose his words carefully. "I think it's fair to say that sometimes we both experience a little bit of jealousy, but we've been involved in the lifestyle for quite a while now and we've learned a lot along the way. For my part, I know that Irena is always going to be mine. Sure, she's going to screw some other guy, or play around with a sweet vixen. But at the end of the night, I know I'll have her all to myself and that's for the rest of our lives."

"Awe, I think that's one of the most romantic things I've ever heard you say," Irena cooed. "That about perfectly describes what it's like for me. Sometimes, I'll look over and see another woman bouncing away on him and feel so turned on, but other times, I'll feel that pang of jealously. But like Henry said, I know that at the end it all, he's going home with me."

Emmerson noticed Henry's erection starting to form again. "Seriously? What are you, superhuman?" she said in disbelief.

"Sorry, I just get turned on at the thought of having sex with my wife and it doesn't help now that I've seen what you can do too," he said brazenly.

Emmerson was exhausted. "I'm going to leave you two crazy kids alone," she said trying to lighten the mood. "Also... thank you for sharing this... experience with me."

Back in her room, Emmerson lay on her bed and stared up on the ceiling replaying the night's events in her head and feeling pleased with herself.