Swinging on the Yacht

As the cool breeze brushed past her face, Katrina clutched her champagne flute and glanced around the yacht party. Most of the guests were well-dressed, with a few scattered around the deck in an unusual state of undress. She noticed a group of men around the stern, huddled together while giggling.

Katrina approached them, squinting to get a better look. One of the men, a tall and broad-shouldered guy with a deep voice, leaned in and whispered, "We're playing a game called 'swinging.'" Katrina's eyes widened, but she tried to hide her curiosity. "What's swinging?" she asked, sipping her champagne.

The man smirked and replied, "It's when we swap partners for the night. Interested?" Katrina hesitated, then nodded. A short-haired girl with a slim figure and a wide grin approached her, her eyes scanning Katrina hungrily. "I'm Melissa," she said, taking Katrina's hand. "Wanna come play with us?"

Katrina gulped, then nodded again. As the group of strangers led her below deck, Katrina felt both apprehension and excitement course through her body. They arrived at a dimly lit room with a large bed in the center. The men began to undress, revealing toned muscles and stiff erections. Melissa grinned at Katrina, and they too began to strip.

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