Our First House Party

We met Hank and Nan on a swingers houseboat trip some years ago, and it turned out they lived only a couple miles from us.  They hosted a big swing party once a month at their home for about 50 couples, and we were invited on several occasions.  We particularly liked these parties because (a) they were close by, and (b) we discovered that some of our other friends attended this party as well.  

So one evening we got all dressed up in our sexy best; I tend to favor a bustier like the blue one I was wearing that night, 

along with a great pair of matching CFM shoes.  

Dean was wearing a deep blue silk shirt and nice black slacks.

Keep in mind, this is the first house party we've ever attended.

When we got to the neighborhood, we had to find a place to park ... the streets were jammed full and we had to park several blocks away and walk.  Yes, Dean could have dropped me off, but no, I didn't want to stand out front and wait for him, nor did I want to go into the party alone.  So we walked the several blocks to their home; fortunately it was winter, so the long coat I was wearing to cover up my almost nakedness didn't look odd.

When we got there, we were a bit surprised to see that they were expecting a $25 "donation" per couple; we have since learned that this isn't at all unusual.  It helps pay for the food and drink, not to mention the cleaning crew that has to come in both before and after the party.  Asking for $25 is very reasonable, but some will ask for $10 per couple, and others $50 on up to $100 or more per couple ... it just depends on what they are providing, the type of atmosphere, and frankly, the class of people attending.  And don't let the term "donation" fool you; the payment is expected.  But it's called a "donation" because that way they can't get in trouble for operating a "business" without a business license, or for not reporting income.  

So we walked inside, and Nan was at the door greeting the guests.  Nan was plain and simple, always very quiet and reserved, and we got feeling that she was just in the LifeSyle because Hank wanted it, but her heart didn't seem to be in it.  I don't think we've ever even seen her smile.  

Dean and I strolled through the house front to back, peeking into all the rooms, scoping out all the different guests, mostly an older crowd (older than us anyway, by 15 years or more).  We walked into the backyard where we discovered a pool and a jacuzzi, lounge chairs, and a banquet laid out for the taking.  Many of the ladies brought food to contribute; sometimes that's a requirement for single ladies at house parties. 

We felt a little bad; this being our first house party, we didn't know about the food or donation, so we didn't contribute, but we also didn't take any food or drinks either.  In any case, Hank and Nan seemed not to mind, and Hank was clearly very happy that we were there (fresh meat, no doubt!).  

While scoping out the guests, we passed one couple that had definite possibilities.  Near our own ages, he was tall, dark and handsome, (my favorite kind!) wearing beautiful, elegant clothes; we later learned that he was Persian.  And she was pretty, petite, and exotic looking ... (Chinese, we later discovered), wearing a pretty golden teddy.  This handsome, sensuous man and I were attracted immediately ... we could see it in each other's eyes, and our breathing rate visibly became more rapid.  I hoped that Dean would find the woman attractive.  We continued walking past each other, as if we had some place better to go, and I was fairly certain that we would see each other again, and soon. 

We also encountered another couple we knew (Rob & Wiggles), whom we had met on the same houseboat trip where we met Hank and Nan, and they also lived within a few miles of our home, so we were pleased to see them there as well.  We chatted with Rob & Wiggles for a few minutes, when the handsome man (Bruce) and exotic woman (Carmine) came up to us and the four of us began flirting.  Before long, Bruce took my arm, and giving Dean and Carmine a knowing look, escorted me to one of the bedrooms with Dean and Carmine following close behind.  

Bruce and I began to kiss, our tongues dancing, and touch, our bodies awakening.  And we could see that Dean and Carmine were doing the same.  I was concerned about Carmine, as she didn't seem to be fully involved (she was watching me and Bruce more than she was paying attention to Dean), but Bruce and I were enjoying ourselves immensely, and naughty wife that I am, I decided not to worry too much about Dean and Carmine.  

Bruce smelled good, like one of those sexy men's fragrances (I think it was Obsession for Men, one of the few that I love), and tasted sweet on my lips and tongue.  I personally smelled and tasted like honey and almond (I love Kama Sutra products and always wear them when I'm expecting a sexy encounter) from head to toe.  After all, it pays to be deliciously edible!  Bruce and I spent a good deal of time on intimate touching and tasting, and at one point he asked me if he could lick my asshole ... I responded very firmly, "NO".  Maybe that was a mistake, but no tongues there!  Anywhere, and everywhere else, YES!  But NOT in my ass!  I mean, how could I kiss the guy after that, right?  

By this time, Dean had already fucked Carmine ... I think he decided to get it over with since she just wasn't that into it (I've since decided that she prefers women ... I'll try to remember explain this comment later).  Dean thinks she was just doing it to please Bruce, and I think he's right. 

At this point, Bruce and I are now laying on a king-sized mattress (not a full-on bed, just a mattress with fresh sheets and some pillows).  I'm laying on my side with Bruce next to me, and we are still enjoying the titillation of foreplay.  Dean is sitting cross-legged at the head of our mattress, fully enjoying watching me and Bruce playing, and my head is almost resting in Deans naked lap, but not quite.  

The next thing I know, Bruce has already put a condom on, is kneeling above me, and is firmly grasping me by my hips.  He flips me over onto my hands and knees, presenting a clear picture of my exposed ass and glistening pussy.  I hear moans and gasps and groans coming from the darkness surrounding our mattress, and I now realize that we are the floor show, and all the single men (yes, this house party allowed single men, which doesn't always happen) know I'm about to get fucked, and they are all wishing it was there dicks that were going to plunge into my throbbing juiciness.  

Dean is still sitting cross-legged, and he is just inches in front of my face.  He, too, has a big, hard dick, and I'm close enough to him to see the naked lust in his eyes, how proud he is that I'm his woman, and that all the men want to fuck me, but I belong to him, and he knows it.  He's also pleased to know that I want to get fucked by Bruce, that I lust for it, that it gives me pleasure to get fucked and be lusted after by all these men.  He loves that he married a slut, his slut, who loves spreading her legs and taking it all in.  

Bruce again slides his fingers between my lips, gently pinching my clit, my juices coating his fingers, then sucks the juices off each finger one-by-one.  I feel the head of his cock, slowly sliding between my legs, spreading my lips, and when he is completely inside me, I go insane.  What a great cock!  What a fantastic cock!  It is bent slightly, not straight, and it is the perfect shape to hit my G-Spot with every plunge into my pussy.  Dean's dick is right in front of me, and I bend down to take it into my mouth as I'm being invaded from behind.  Oh my God!  This is a dream cum true!  I'm being fucked by one beautiful man ... fabulously fucked, that is, by this perfect cock, and going down on my husband, my lover, at the same time, all the while being worshiped from afar by all the single men watching, wishing they were in this picture.  

My mouth is full of cock, my pussy is full of cock, and I'm moaning, and writhing, and cumming, and cumming, and cumming, again and again.  I've never experienced anything like this, and I revel it!  Dean is loving it too ... loving my moans with him deep in my throat, feeling the deep vibrations in waves over his cock, watching Bruce plunge, again and again.  Oh, how I wish it would never end!  

But it does come to an end, and Dean gets up and goes to get me a tall glass of water to replenish my spent juices.  As Dean returns, I see that Rob and Wiggles are with him.  I think they may have been watching from the darkness, along with all the others, but I'm not sure.  I'm laying back in Bruce's arms, and I'm completely spent, unable to move, other than to down that tall drink of water that my body is so in need of.  

Bruce is rubbing now my body, stroking my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and I see that Wiggles and Dean are starting to play; I'm so glad, I've had my fun, and I want Dean to have some real fun with a real woman who really knows how to enjoy herself.  And as I'm leaning back against Bruce, and Dean and Wiggles are beginning to play, Rob kneels down and joins Bruce in rubbing and stroking my body.  I'm nothing but Jello now, putty in their hands, and under their tongues, as they both begin to explore my entire body from head to toe ... my ears, my neck, my shoulders, my hips, the backs of my knees, my feet, my nipples, and my pussy.  

Bruce is paying most of his attention to my upper half as I am leaning back into his body, while Rob is paying in-depth attention to my lower half, exploring the depths of Gabrielle with fingers and tongue as I begin again to purr.  I can feel the fire building once again in my thighs, the ache deepening in my groin, and my pussy is starting to glow again.  

Now Dean and Wiggles have joined in, and I am the center of the universe, I am a Goddess, and all are worshiping at the alter that is my body.  I'm lifted into the air by Bruce, and Rob planting my spread legs over his hips, plunges his cock into me while Bruce supports my body.  I'm floating in the air, fucking and being fucked, and someone slips a finger into my asshole, and I'm cumming again and again.  All the water I drank is being put to good use lubricating my orgasmic body.  

Dean is now helping to support me on one side as he fondles my breast while Rob is fucking me, and Wiggles is sucking on the nipple of my other breast.  I'm being carried over to a bed now, and set upon the bed, and Wiggles, well, she wiggles onto the bed next to me and, while Rob is still fucking me, Wiggles slips her fingers between my legs and slips her tongue between them and begins lavishing my clit and lips with affection.  Oh my God, this is amazing!  Then Rob cums, and he is replaced once again by Bruce between my legs, who after he cums, is now replaced by Dean.  

Everyone has cum, multiple times, but none as many as me, and I'm completely spent.  There are more cummers to this party, but I turn them away, or rather, Dean turns them away for me, as I literally cannot move.  What a perfectly fantastic evening!  I'm completely drained, spent, unable to move.  This is the evening that all other evenings shall forevermore be measured by.  

It's time to go home, and I cannot walk.  No, I cannot even stand.  Dean gathers my lingerie and slips it all into my bag, but he doesn't need to worry about my shoes, since they, and my silk thigh highs have never even come up my body.  Dean puts my coat on over my naked body, and picks me up in his strong arms (I do love a strong man).  Then we say goodnight, and he carries me back the several blocks to the car, places me in the seat, and takes me home, and puts me to bed. 

I can't wait to do this again!