Last night, Stripey and I went to our first ever swinger's party.
It was specifically for newbies, and for couples only.
We were the first to arrive. So much for being fashionably late. We had actually thought that our cab was a tad late, but we ended up arriving only five minutes after the appointed time.
We were greeted by the cheerful, buxom organiser, who answered the door in a little black see-through number that revealed her lingerie. We got a tour of the venue, which included a spa, several bedrooms with just normal double beds, and others which were practically bed landscapes, for the larger groups. It was a nice enough house, really, and nicely mood-lit.
Bit by bit, other couples started to file in, and the first two hours of the party were spent just mingling, chatting to various people, and so on. There were two or three couples that were of vague interest. Of course, they shall remain nameless, as I really can't be bothered to make up a fake name for six people just for the one single blog entry.
The first ones we chatted to were an attractive young pair, I'm guessing mid-twenties. They were nice enough, and I found myself looking at both of them and thinking, well yeah, I would. Amusingly, we also found that they had just celebrated their anniversary, and in fact had been together for only one day less than us. Still, I came to the conclusion that my attraction to the pair was purely physical, I didn't really feel any particular brain sparks. That, and their body language was kind of closed. I don't think they ever intended to have any sex that night. I suppose that's the problem with these newbie things: a lot of newbies are too shy to have sex the first time round, so I'm guessing that these parties end up a lot tamer than the ones chock-full of seasoned veterans.
The second couple were the most interesting in my eyes: a little bit older, I'm guessing early thirties. Attractive, friendly, and with a little common ground with us. Yeah, I thought, I definitely would. I thought I caught some appreciative glances from the fellow, and I noted that the girl was giving Stripey an open, relaxed smile as they talked. The signs would have all been good, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was clutching her drink close to her chest in a very protective gesture. Damn it, I thought, what the fuck are we going to do about that? How does one open up that kind of closed body language? She would occasionally drop her hands and open up a little, and by the end of the conversation, we were standing a little closer than at arms' length, but it just wasn't going to happen. Oh well.
The third couple we spoke to were a little older, and not really my cup of tea on a physical level, but they seemed like very nice people. The woman was a bit of an old hand at that scene, which was a nice contrast to all the shy newbies all over the place. We chatted for a bit, which was pleasant enough, and then drifted our seperate ways.
Of course, we met a whole lot of other people, but for the most part, names flew in one ear and out of the other. There were quite a few attractive people around, but few of them really out to get laid that night, by the looks of it.
A lot of us ended up congregating in the hidden TV room, up to twenty people crammed onto the huge couch, watching some very eighties-like porn. The young couple from earlier were sitting next to us, and we ended up deconstructing the porn, which was really pretty woeful. The scene involved a fairly normal slightly curvy brunette, and a very young-looking guy with a big dick and a terrible haircut. Ah, porn. We came to the conclusion that most men in porn aren't terribly attractive, so that the men who watch it don't feel superceded. I found myself wincing often at the way he tugged at her clit piercing, and it was obvious that she was dry upon the actual penetration, and occasionally he mask of "pleasure" would slip. It made me want to go out there and actually find some good porn. Something that was actually sexy, rather than just cheesy and cringeworthy. We eventually all got sick of that, and went for some lesbian porn instead. The girls in it were pretty hot, but I just wanted to groan at their repetitive fake orgasmic noises. Sheesh. I couldn't help but think, Shortbus was so much sexier than that.
That being said though, even when I think porn is absolutely shit, my body still does respond to it, I find. During the porn-viewing, a couple would occasionally get amorous and then wander off to find somewhere to fuck. Eventually, Stripey and I decided that actually having sex was preferable to watching a very woeful fake re-enactment of it. We went and claimed one of the smaller bedrooms, and canoodled for a bit. Stripey briefly wandered off to relieve himself, and I ended up in conversation with a fellow who happened to wander past the open door and spot me in my bra and jeans. When Stripey returned, the guy at the door asked if he and his lady could join in. I wasn't actually sure which one he had come with... I thought it might have been one of the slighly curvy thirty-something blondes I had spotted around the place. In any case, Stripey and I hadn't quite figured out how we felt about that, as we hadn't really spoken to this bloke before, and, seing our uncertainty, he backed off pretty quickly. It reminded me that in a setting like that, if you want it, you don't waste time about saying yes. I'm guessing if one of our first two couples had come a-knocking, we probably would have, though.
In any case, we left the door to our bedroom open, and I did occasionally notice someone hanging around outside, watching the action for a bit. We stripped down pretty quickly, and I kissed my way down Stripey's chest, heading for his cock. He was semi-hard, apparently still not quite warmed up to the setting, so I took him in my mouth and lovingly coaxed him to hardness. He wavered again as I put the condom on him, but still rose to the occasion enough to fuck me as raucously as we ever do. In fact, I think we attracted a bit of attention wih the noise we made, despite the fact that I made an effort to turn the volume down a bit. There were, after all, neighbours.
After Stripey withdrew, I ended up masturbating to another orgasm, for which I had an audience standing outside the door. It makes me wonder just how much of an exhibitionist streak I actually have.
Shortly afterwards, we got partially dressed again, and went to see what else was going on. The TV room was still crammed with porn watchers, which, post-coitus, I really couldn't fathom. Why watch it when you could be having it? Although we did go and watch some of the other less shy couples for a bit, including the third of the ones we had spent a reasonable amount of time talking to. They were going at it with quite a bit of gusto, though I found myself wondering just how obvious the average girl's orgasm is. I seem to really be unusually obvious.
We left the others to their coital activities, and wandered back to the spa, where one fo the male organisers was chilling for a bit. He left shortly afterwards, and I decided to go in for a bit. It's been a long time since I last submerged myself completely in nice warm water. Aaah, heaven. I really need a bathtub, I think. Stripey kept me company outside the spa, as he didn't feel like going in.
The party wrapped up pretty shortly after that, and after getting dressed, we called a taxi back home. It was actually really nice to be home again in our very friendly little place, which is a big contrast to how yuppie-ish the house of the party was.
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Interesting. Not a very exciting party. You could have done that at home. Except for the audience part. That sounds a little exciting. Thanks for sharing. :)
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