Her Story...
Dear Ann & George ,
Here is the story about my (our) first party, for your reading pleasure and posting if you see fit. All of the names
have been changed.
And yes, I shall attend your soiree' on May 28th. Do let me know if there is anything I can do to assist you in
making it a spectacular evening for your guests.
Best Wishes,
xxx
Adult Night at the Library
March 12th, 2005
It was nothing like I imagined it would be, and everything like I wanted it to be.
All week leading up to last night’s swinger’s sex party, I envisioned what I thought it would be like. I knew that it
wouldn’t be a bunch of naked bodies writhing around on the floor; The Host had promised that would not be the
case. But I knew that there would be group sex, and that I would see things I had never seen before.
I was intrigued by the location ‘an historic home in the middle of the city’s downtown area, the type of area
where university presidents, medical doctors and captains of industry lived. I wondered if they had any idea what
was happening in the house around the corner?
I didn’t want to be the first to arrive, but I didn’t want to get there too late either. I wanted a chance to wander
around the house and get a lay of the land. I wanted to observe the other partygoers and get a sense of who
they were and why they were there. I expected to be asked similar questions “What’s your name? Where do you
live? What do you do? Why are you here? I didn’t give away too many details, but I found myself answering most
questions truthfully, and I found myself liking the couples that I chatted with.
Most of the people I talked to gave me props for coming by myself. “You’ve never been to a lifestyle party before?
And you came by yourself? I give you credit ‘ you’re brave.’ More than once I was told that as an unescorted
female, I was going to be popular that evening. There were other unattached women there, but other than the
starving artist with the pierced nipples, I didn’t talk to any of them.
Somehow I knew that if I was going to participate, it would be with The Host. Something about him ‘ even though
all the advance information came from The Host and The Hostess, somehow I felt a connection with The Host.
Maybe it was just a subconscious desire to walk into another woman’s house and fuck her partner. It’s an ego
thing. Of course that only lasts until he invites another woman to join you on the bed and he starts fucking her,
too.
Still, there was a connection. Even though he himself was late in joining the party, I caught his eye. And I knew I
had caught his. He took me on a tour when the night was still young and all of the bedrooms were unoccupied.
We stepped outside to admire the view.
The Russians were the first to arrive and unfortunately, I was the second. She was blonde and pretty; he was
good-looking with hazel eyes. They said it was their first time. The Hostess was busy trying to reheat the catered
hors d’oeuvres and answer the door. Soon Frankie and Johnny arrived, and they were even more good-looking
than the Russians. In the back of my mind, I anticipated that these two couples would end up spending some
time together that evening.
The next couple I chatted with were Dick and Jane; two normal, average, everyday people. It really wasn’t difficult
to strike up a conversation I’ve had more difficult times getting things going at a straight party! Maybe it was
because we all knew we had at least one thing in common - the interest in, or at least curiosity about, group
sex. And I learned that there is a code phrase among swingers (at least in Connecticut) “Do you know George?”
is really just code for, “Are you a swinger?” Good to know. I went on three cruises before I figured out that
“Friends of Bill W” was code for Alcoholics Anonymous.
I met Ken and Barbie somewhere between my second and third drink. I had switched to water to try to keep my
wits about me. They were eyeing the dining room, which was beginning to fill up. They told me that they had
been swinging for five years, since before they got married. They are both on their second marriage. Usually
they ‘play’ one-on-one with another couple. They were pretty sure that they had met another couple at a party, but
that they had given them phony names which they later discovered when they went out to dinner and the other
couple was approached by friends who obviously called them by their real names. Barbie grumbled a little but
then tossed it off.
Everyone was very good about giving me advice, the most common being don’t do anything you aren’t
comfortable with. In fact, since this is your first time, maybe you shouldn’t do anything at all. After all, that was
one of the guiding principals of the evening, wasn’t it? If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to do anything,
and if you aren’t enjoying yourself, you don’t have to stay.
As the night wore on, the arriving guests were more and more provocative. Two women in thigh highs and short
skirts and high, high heels came with a man who looked very much like a friend’s ex. That had been one of my
fears, that I would see someone I knew. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Chances are that if I had seen
someone I knew, they would be just as anxious as I was that no one know that we were there.
The Russian cornered me in the kitchen. “You are beautiful woman, why don’t you give me your phone
number?” I hadn’t given my phone number out to anyone, but The Host had prepared cards for everyone with
their first name and email address. I told the Russian I would give him my card but I didn’t have any on me. He
stuck with me as I went back into the dining room. The two women wearing thigh highs, short skirts and high,
high heels were there. I asked how they could wear them; they were SO high. One of the Doublemint Twins
offered to let me try on her shoe, and so I did with Kojak's help. (Kojak was married to one of the twins; the other
twin was her longtime friend and college roommate.)
The Russian was still by my side and we began to play a little game where he pretended that we were married.
I played along, but kept laughing. Eventually he drifted off and I was chatting with the college roommate. I can’t
remember specifics but she said this was only her second party and that her first had been just a month ago.
Her tight little sweater had been barely buttoned from the moment she walked through the door. She looked like
she was totally comfortable with the lifestyle.
I had a lesbian experience when I was in college, but I don’t recall it involving oral sex. Just kissing, fondling,
and feeling each other up. I knew that I would be okay if another woman went down on me, I just wasn’t sure I
wanted to reciprocate. And I certainly couldn’t imagine exchanging such favors with my friends ‘ that was one of
the reasons I went to the party. I wanted to be among strangers, that way if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have to face
them again.
Eventually, the real party began. Frankie was fondling the Russian’s wife, and they didn’t seem to mind that we
were watching. I don’t know what happened next. Did they leave the room before or after the woman came down
buck naked, yelling to get everyone’s attention? I don’t even know what she said, but the next thing I knew there
was a line as people headed up the stairs. Luckily, I was with The Host and he asked if I was ready to go
upstairs.
I said yes.
Since it was his house, he knew his way around and he quickly led me into his room. I had known that it was
his room as I toured the house earlier. It was the only one with personal touches, and, as I told him, it was the
room I would have chosen for myself. We kissed and The Host told me that he was really glad that I had come
to the party. I told him I was nervous, but I think we both knew that wasn’t totally true. I was as excited as I was
nervous. I wanted to be with him.
‘Do you want to see what else is happening?’ Sure, I said. In the back corner bedroom there were three women
on the bed, and three men sitting or standing back from the tableau before them. I heard moaning and the hum
of a vibrator. We quickly moved away. In the next room there was a closed door, and The Host knocked and
quickly opened the door. In the invitation, it had been stressed that there was an open door policy. “If you have
closed doors, you don’t know what’s going on, and you don’t want anyone hashing out any issues behind
closed doors.” Assured that there wasn’t a problem, The Host closed the door again and led me back to his
room.
As we moved about the room, edging closer to the bed, there was another couple standing and kissing and
fondling each other. I essentially led the way to the bed, to lay claim to it as much as anything. The other couple
got the hint and left fairly quickly. But the door was open and I was distracted knowing that at any moment,
someone might come in. The Host didn’t rush me, but barely three minutes went by before he reached over to
my left and unzipped my pants. I was pleasantly surprised that he knew that the zipper was on the side, and
said so. His reply?
‘I’ve been watching you all night, just waiting to get into your pants. Of course I knew where the zipper was.’
I was wearing black lace pants and a dressy white blouse. Underneath I wore a white bra with a demi-cup,
black tap pants and black thigh highs. My blouse was open, my pants were off. I didn’t want to take my
underwear off just yet, so The Host kissed my breasts through my bra and then moved the tap pants to the side
to taste me. I don’t usually shave down there, but I shaved the lower part of my pussy and did some serious
trimming up above. The host seemed to enjoy it and he spent several minutes pleasuring me with his tongue.
I could tell that people had come to the doorway, but I didn’t look, and after observing, they moved on. The Host
flipped me over onto my stomach and continued to lick me from behind. My head was turned toward the door
and my hair fell over my eyes, but I could still see. I’m not sure who it was, but at one point three people came in
and watched from a respectful distance. I couldn’t help it.
I smiled.
The Host came up for air and the blouse and underwear came off. We heard voices and he cocked his head to
identify who it was. “Annie, Cathy or Susie. All of them will like you”, he said. I recommend them all, especially
Cathy. She’s the one I had a date with last night.’ When we’d been chatting earlier, I mentioned the area from
which The Host had moved. He asked how I knew he was from that area, and I explained that I’d simply
Googled his cell phone number. He told me that he’d had a date the night before, and the woman’s co-workers
had Googled him, and she was able to ask specific questions about his family based on information she’d
found online. It’s something any single woman should do, don’t you think?
“You’re in luck. It’s Cathy. Join us. Taste her,” he directed.
The Host moved off to the side but still held me, and Cathy did as she was told.
I was a little stiff at first. This was my first experience with group sex, and a woman I didn’t even know had her
tongue in my most private places. I focused on kissing The Host, and he did a good job of keeping one hand on
me at all times. If he was kissing her, he was fingering me. Cathy took the lead and took off The Host’s silky
boxer shorts and started going down on him. I followed her lead and The Host invited Cathy to “sit on (his) face.”
This is where, in my advance fantasy, someone else would have joined in and started going down on me while
I was going down on him. Instead, Cathy and I traded places, and she sat on The Host’s cock. I was facing
away from her until The Host asked me to turn around. She was riding him and I was sitting on his face, looking
right at her tremendously huge breasts. I complimented her saying
You have beautiful breasts,” and without even thinking followed that with ”They’re real, aren’t they?” She laughed
and said, “Half of them are!”
The Host pushed me up off his face so he could inquire, “Which one is real and which one is fake?”
Cathy explained that after breast-feeding her children, her breasts were sagging and empty. She had implants
to refill them, but didn’t have them lifted so they didn’t look fake. The implants were behind a lot of breast tissue,
so you couldn’t feel any lumpy bumpy stuff. And yes, I know this because I did feel them. I didn’t see any scars
either, but then again, there weren’t too many lights on.
Cathy kept riding The Host, and she leaned over so that her shoulder was propped in my mid-section. The three
of us moved in unison. If anyone came in to watch, I wasn’t aware. By this time I’d given up any pretext of
shyness or hesitancy. Cathy left to get a drink and I was alone again with the host. By now I was completely
naked, and he was totally hard.
He slid in easily and I began to ride him. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “I want you to come.” I
tried to sit back up, but he kept his hand on the back of my head and we rocked back and forth. I knew that I
wouldn’t come (I usually don’t come unless I’m masturbating. But I sure do enjoy trying!)
The Host said “I’m going to have to flip you over,” and I smiled. “Look at that! I love seeing that big huge smile on
your face!” We moved into the missionary position, and I wrapped my legs up around his neck. The party
continued ‘ music playing, loud moaning, and occasionally I heard what sounded like a spank. I was thoroughly
enjoying myself.
Kojak and the Doublemint Twins wandered in. I must have been very proud of myself, because I called out a
hello, as if to say ‘Look at me! I’m having sex with a stranger in a strange house, surrounded by other strangers
having sex.’ Now I was back on top, and Kojak came over and reached out to touch my breast. I gasped as The
Host bottomed out. He kept bouncing me on his hips.
Kojak laid down next to The Host and reached over to touch me again. I felt hands on my back and knew it was
Kojak's wife. They had told me earlier that she was bi, and that he knew it before she did. She was taut and had
a flat stomach accented by a naval piercing of a butterfly. She leaned over to kiss The Host and then sat on his
face. I realized Kojak was no longer alone; the other half of the Doublemint Twins, his wife’s college roommate,
was straddling him and stroking his cock.
Kojak looked at me and smiled. His wife was emitting these low guttural moans, and just like Cathy before her,
she was bent so that her shoulder was in my mid-section. I ran my hand down her back and scratched her
lightly. I turned to the college roommate and gave her a tender kiss. I felt Kojak's hand on my clit, and I didn’t
even care when The Host popped out. I was so wet, and Kojak's hand felt nice.
I’m still imagining it ‘ five people, three woman and two men, all on the same bed, each man servicing two
women at the same time. I was, literally and figuratively, in the middle of it all, and I loved every minute of it.
When Kojak's wife got off The Host’s face, I bent over to kiss him. I thought he was sweating, but then I realized
it was her wetness. I wiped his brow and ran my fingers through his hair. I hadn’t gotten off, but I knew that I
wouldn’t, and I was very pleased with myself for having participated in my first orgy. I pulled on my bra and
panties and went downstairs to get a drink.
By this time, a number of people were just wandering around nude. Johnny came bounding down the stairs.
His pubic area was completely shaved except for a small rectangular area just above his cock. He asked me if I
wanted to come upstairs and ‘play’ but I politely declined. I had been as adventurous as I wanted to be. I just
didn’t feel like fucking anyone else that evening.
I did wander into another room and watch. Ken and Barbie were there, and Barbie was going to town with
another woman. She was going down on her, and a guy, let’s call him Herb, was standing behind her just
pounding her pussy with his cock. Light from the street lamp fell on his face and I could see that he’d worked up
quite a sweat. Ken stood in the corner, pants off, shirt on, watching.
‘That’s my wife,’ he said, gesturing toward Barbie. ‘She’s quite a woman, and I’m a very lucky guy.’ We talked
quietly, and he put his arm around me. ‘Is that okay? I don’t want to be pushy.’ I assured him it was fine, and we
even sang along to the song that was blaring from the stereo below. I liked Ken and Barbie, and I have a feeling
I’ll hear from them again sometime. I left the room and when I passed by later, Ken was sitting on the bed with
his back to the wall. Barbie was sucking him off, and behind her was Herb’s wife, Peaches, fingering Barbie
while Herb was again standing and pounding the shit out of the pussy in front of him.
Teamwork.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew it was late. There was an open invitation to spend the night, and plenty
of empty beds, but I’d decided earlier that I wanted to wake up in my own bed. I said goodnight to my host. He
asked his friend The Donald to walk me to my car. And then he went back up the stairs to fuck someone else…
What a night!
Here is the story about my (our) first party, for your reading pleasure and posting if you see fit. All of the names
have been changed.
And yes, I shall attend your soiree' on May 28th. Do let me know if there is anything I can do to assist you in
making it a spectacular evening for your guests.
Best Wishes,
xxx
Adult Night at the Library
March 12th, 2005
It was nothing like I imagined it would be, and everything like I wanted it to be.
All week leading up to last night’s swinger’s sex party, I envisioned what I thought it would be like. I knew that it
wouldn’t be a bunch of naked bodies writhing around on the floor; The Host had promised that would not be the
case. But I knew that there would be group sex, and that I would see things I had never seen before.
I was intrigued by the location ‘an historic home in the middle of the city’s downtown area, the type of area
where university presidents, medical doctors and captains of industry lived. I wondered if they had any idea what
was happening in the house around the corner?
I didn’t want to be the first to arrive, but I didn’t want to get there too late either. I wanted a chance to wander
around the house and get a lay of the land. I wanted to observe the other partygoers and get a sense of who
they were and why they were there. I expected to be asked similar questions “What’s your name? Where do you
live? What do you do? Why are you here? I didn’t give away too many details, but I found myself answering most
questions truthfully, and I found myself liking the couples that I chatted with.
Most of the people I talked to gave me props for coming by myself. “You’ve never been to a lifestyle party before?
And you came by yourself? I give you credit ‘ you’re brave.’ More than once I was told that as an unescorted
female, I was going to be popular that evening. There were other unattached women there, but other than the
starving artist with the pierced nipples, I didn’t talk to any of them.
Somehow I knew that if I was going to participate, it would be with The Host. Something about him ‘ even though
all the advance information came from The Host and The Hostess, somehow I felt a connection with The Host.
Maybe it was just a subconscious desire to walk into another woman’s house and fuck her partner. It’s an ego
thing. Of course that only lasts until he invites another woman to join you on the bed and he starts fucking her,
too.
Still, there was a connection. Even though he himself was late in joining the party, I caught his eye. And I knew I
had caught his. He took me on a tour when the night was still young and all of the bedrooms were unoccupied.
We stepped outside to admire the view.
The Russians were the first to arrive and unfortunately, I was the second. She was blonde and pretty; he was
good-looking with hazel eyes. They said it was their first time. The Hostess was busy trying to reheat the catered
hors d’oeuvres and answer the door. Soon Frankie and Johnny arrived, and they were even more good-looking
than the Russians. In the back of my mind, I anticipated that these two couples would end up spending some
time together that evening.
The next couple I chatted with were Dick and Jane; two normal, average, everyday people. It really wasn’t difficult
to strike up a conversation I’ve had more difficult times getting things going at a straight party! Maybe it was
because we all knew we had at least one thing in common - the interest in, or at least curiosity about, group
sex. And I learned that there is a code phrase among swingers (at least in Connecticut) “Do you know George?”
is really just code for, “Are you a swinger?” Good to know. I went on three cruises before I figured out that
“Friends of Bill W” was code for Alcoholics Anonymous.
I met Ken and Barbie somewhere between my second and third drink. I had switched to water to try to keep my
wits about me. They were eyeing the dining room, which was beginning to fill up. They told me that they had
been swinging for five years, since before they got married. They are both on their second marriage. Usually
they ‘play’ one-on-one with another couple. They were pretty sure that they had met another couple at a party, but
that they had given them phony names which they later discovered when they went out to dinner and the other
couple was approached by friends who obviously called them by their real names. Barbie grumbled a little but
then tossed it off.
Everyone was very good about giving me advice, the most common being don’t do anything you aren’t
comfortable with. In fact, since this is your first time, maybe you shouldn’t do anything at all. After all, that was
one of the guiding principals of the evening, wasn’t it? If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to do anything,
and if you aren’t enjoying yourself, you don’t have to stay.
As the night wore on, the arriving guests were more and more provocative. Two women in thigh highs and short
skirts and high, high heels came with a man who looked very much like a friend’s ex. That had been one of my
fears, that I would see someone I knew. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Chances are that if I had seen
someone I knew, they would be just as anxious as I was that no one know that we were there.
The Russian cornered me in the kitchen. “You are beautiful woman, why don’t you give me your phone
number?” I hadn’t given my phone number out to anyone, but The Host had prepared cards for everyone with
their first name and email address. I told the Russian I would give him my card but I didn’t have any on me. He
stuck with me as I went back into the dining room. The two women wearing thigh highs, short skirts and high,
high heels were there. I asked how they could wear them; they were SO high. One of the Doublemint Twins
offered to let me try on her shoe, and so I did with Kojak's help. (Kojak was married to one of the twins; the other
twin was her longtime friend and college roommate.)
The Russian was still by my side and we began to play a little game where he pretended that we were married.
I played along, but kept laughing. Eventually he drifted off and I was chatting with the college roommate. I can’t
remember specifics but she said this was only her second party and that her first had been just a month ago.
Her tight little sweater had been barely buttoned from the moment she walked through the door. She looked like
she was totally comfortable with the lifestyle.
I had a lesbian experience when I was in college, but I don’t recall it involving oral sex. Just kissing, fondling,
and feeling each other up. I knew that I would be okay if another woman went down on me, I just wasn’t sure I
wanted to reciprocate. And I certainly couldn’t imagine exchanging such favors with my friends ‘ that was one of
the reasons I went to the party. I wanted to be among strangers, that way if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have to face
them again.
Eventually, the real party began. Frankie was fondling the Russian’s wife, and they didn’t seem to mind that we
were watching. I don’t know what happened next. Did they leave the room before or after the woman came down
buck naked, yelling to get everyone’s attention? I don’t even know what she said, but the next thing I knew there
was a line as people headed up the stairs. Luckily, I was with The Host and he asked if I was ready to go
upstairs.
I said yes.
Since it was his house, he knew his way around and he quickly led me into his room. I had known that it was
his room as I toured the house earlier. It was the only one with personal touches, and, as I told him, it was the
room I would have chosen for myself. We kissed and The Host told me that he was really glad that I had come
to the party. I told him I was nervous, but I think we both knew that wasn’t totally true. I was as excited as I was
nervous. I wanted to be with him.
‘Do you want to see what else is happening?’ Sure, I said. In the back corner bedroom there were three women
on the bed, and three men sitting or standing back from the tableau before them. I heard moaning and the hum
of a vibrator. We quickly moved away. In the next room there was a closed door, and The Host knocked and
quickly opened the door. In the invitation, it had been stressed that there was an open door policy. “If you have
closed doors, you don’t know what’s going on, and you don’t want anyone hashing out any issues behind
closed doors.” Assured that there wasn’t a problem, The Host closed the door again and led me back to his
room.
As we moved about the room, edging closer to the bed, there was another couple standing and kissing and
fondling each other. I essentially led the way to the bed, to lay claim to it as much as anything. The other couple
got the hint and left fairly quickly. But the door was open and I was distracted knowing that at any moment,
someone might come in. The Host didn’t rush me, but barely three minutes went by before he reached over to
my left and unzipped my pants. I was pleasantly surprised that he knew that the zipper was on the side, and
said so. His reply?
‘I’ve been watching you all night, just waiting to get into your pants. Of course I knew where the zipper was.’
I was wearing black lace pants and a dressy white blouse. Underneath I wore a white bra with a demi-cup,
black tap pants and black thigh highs. My blouse was open, my pants were off. I didn’t want to take my
underwear off just yet, so The Host kissed my breasts through my bra and then moved the tap pants to the side
to taste me. I don’t usually shave down there, but I shaved the lower part of my pussy and did some serious
trimming up above. The host seemed to enjoy it and he spent several minutes pleasuring me with his tongue.
I could tell that people had come to the doorway, but I didn’t look, and after observing, they moved on. The Host
flipped me over onto my stomach and continued to lick me from behind. My head was turned toward the door
and my hair fell over my eyes, but I could still see. I’m not sure who it was, but at one point three people came in
and watched from a respectful distance. I couldn’t help it.
I smiled.
The Host came up for air and the blouse and underwear came off. We heard voices and he cocked his head to
identify who it was. “Annie, Cathy or Susie. All of them will like you”, he said. I recommend them all, especially
Cathy. She’s the one I had a date with last night.’ When we’d been chatting earlier, I mentioned the area from
which The Host had moved. He asked how I knew he was from that area, and I explained that I’d simply
Googled his cell phone number. He told me that he’d had a date the night before, and the woman’s co-workers
had Googled him, and she was able to ask specific questions about his family based on information she’d
found online. It’s something any single woman should do, don’t you think?
“You’re in luck. It’s Cathy. Join us. Taste her,” he directed.
The Host moved off to the side but still held me, and Cathy did as she was told.
I was a little stiff at first. This was my first experience with group sex, and a woman I didn’t even know had her
tongue in my most private places. I focused on kissing The Host, and he did a good job of keeping one hand on
me at all times. If he was kissing her, he was fingering me. Cathy took the lead and took off The Host’s silky
boxer shorts and started going down on him. I followed her lead and The Host invited Cathy to “sit on (his) face.”
This is where, in my advance fantasy, someone else would have joined in and started going down on me while
I was going down on him. Instead, Cathy and I traded places, and she sat on The Host’s cock. I was facing
away from her until The Host asked me to turn around. She was riding him and I was sitting on his face, looking
right at her tremendously huge breasts. I complimented her saying
You have beautiful breasts,” and without even thinking followed that with ”They’re real, aren’t they?” She laughed
and said, “Half of them are!”
The Host pushed me up off his face so he could inquire, “Which one is real and which one is fake?”
Cathy explained that after breast-feeding her children, her breasts were sagging and empty. She had implants
to refill them, but didn’t have them lifted so they didn’t look fake. The implants were behind a lot of breast tissue,
so you couldn’t feel any lumpy bumpy stuff. And yes, I know this because I did feel them. I didn’t see any scars
either, but then again, there weren’t too many lights on.
Cathy kept riding The Host, and she leaned over so that her shoulder was propped in my mid-section. The three
of us moved in unison. If anyone came in to watch, I wasn’t aware. By this time I’d given up any pretext of
shyness or hesitancy. Cathy left to get a drink and I was alone again with the host. By now I was completely
naked, and he was totally hard.
He slid in easily and I began to ride him. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “I want you to come.” I
tried to sit back up, but he kept his hand on the back of my head and we rocked back and forth. I knew that I
wouldn’t come (I usually don’t come unless I’m masturbating. But I sure do enjoy trying!)
The Host said “I’m going to have to flip you over,” and I smiled. “Look at that! I love seeing that big huge smile on
your face!” We moved into the missionary position, and I wrapped my legs up around his neck. The party
continued ‘ music playing, loud moaning, and occasionally I heard what sounded like a spank. I was thoroughly
enjoying myself.
Kojak and the Doublemint Twins wandered in. I must have been very proud of myself, because I called out a
hello, as if to say ‘Look at me! I’m having sex with a stranger in a strange house, surrounded by other strangers
having sex.’ Now I was back on top, and Kojak came over and reached out to touch my breast. I gasped as The
Host bottomed out. He kept bouncing me on his hips.
Kojak laid down next to The Host and reached over to touch me again. I felt hands on my back and knew it was
Kojak's wife. They had told me earlier that she was bi, and that he knew it before she did. She was taut and had
a flat stomach accented by a naval piercing of a butterfly. She leaned over to kiss The Host and then sat on his
face. I realized Kojak was no longer alone; the other half of the Doublemint Twins, his wife’s college roommate,
was straddling him and stroking his cock.
Kojak looked at me and smiled. His wife was emitting these low guttural moans, and just like Cathy before her,
she was bent so that her shoulder was in my mid-section. I ran my hand down her back and scratched her
lightly. I turned to the college roommate and gave her a tender kiss. I felt Kojak's hand on my clit, and I didn’t
even care when The Host popped out. I was so wet, and Kojak's hand felt nice.
I’m still imagining it ‘ five people, three woman and two men, all on the same bed, each man servicing two
women at the same time. I was, literally and figuratively, in the middle of it all, and I loved every minute of it.
When Kojak's wife got off The Host’s face, I bent over to kiss him. I thought he was sweating, but then I realized
it was her wetness. I wiped his brow and ran my fingers through his hair. I hadn’t gotten off, but I knew that I
wouldn’t, and I was very pleased with myself for having participated in my first orgy. I pulled on my bra and
panties and went downstairs to get a drink.
By this time, a number of people were just wandering around nude. Johnny came bounding down the stairs.
His pubic area was completely shaved except for a small rectangular area just above his cock. He asked me if I
wanted to come upstairs and ‘play’ but I politely declined. I had been as adventurous as I wanted to be. I just
didn’t feel like fucking anyone else that evening.
I did wander into another room and watch. Ken and Barbie were there, and Barbie was going to town with
another woman. She was going down on her, and a guy, let’s call him Herb, was standing behind her just
pounding her pussy with his cock. Light from the street lamp fell on his face and I could see that he’d worked up
quite a sweat. Ken stood in the corner, pants off, shirt on, watching.
‘That’s my wife,’ he said, gesturing toward Barbie. ‘She’s quite a woman, and I’m a very lucky guy.’ We talked
quietly, and he put his arm around me. ‘Is that okay? I don’t want to be pushy.’ I assured him it was fine, and we
even sang along to the song that was blaring from the stereo below. I liked Ken and Barbie, and I have a feeling
I’ll hear from them again sometime. I left the room and when I passed by later, Ken was sitting on the bed with
his back to the wall. Barbie was sucking him off, and behind her was Herb’s wife, Peaches, fingering Barbie
while Herb was again standing and pounding the shit out of the pussy in front of him.
Teamwork.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew it was late. There was an open invitation to spend the night, and plenty
of empty beds, but I’d decided earlier that I wanted to wake up in my own bed. I said goodnight to my host. He
asked his friend The Donald to walk me to my car. And then he went back up the stairs to fuck someone else…
What a night!
