A very sexy new year

December was relatively quiet for us until the end of the month. We met a new couple, Mr. and Mrs. E, and had dinner with them mid-December. They are another couple new to swinging, so we shared stories about our experiences. It felt a little strange to be in sort of a reverse position from our initial meeting with Mr. and Mrs. B just a few months ago, since they were the experienced ones and we were the newbies. Anyway, dinner with Mr. and Mrs. E was nice, and we all said we’d have to get together again sometime. We saw them again a few weeks later on New Year’s Eve.

New Year’s Eve was quite an experience. We were out of town for Christmas but made sure to be back in town in order to be here for the New Year’s Eve party put on by the same people who arranged the Halloween party we’d attended. The party’s theme was completely opulent and hedonistic. It was Great Gatsby themed. Mr. X and I went all out for the event. Mr. X rented a gorgeous black tux, cummerbund and all. I bought a fringed flapper dress, long pearl necklace, and a feathered headband. We scheduled a babysitter for almost 24 baby-free hours. The party was at a gorgeous and fancy old hotel, so we booked a room for the night when we bought our party tickets. To get in the party spirit, we went to a meet and greet at the hotel the night before to meet, talk, and flirt with other couples, most of whom would be at the party the following night.

The meet and greet made for an enjoyable evening. There were a handful of couples we knew but none that we had been with. We were in the bar of the hotel, and it was so crowded by the end of the evening that you couldn’t walk from one part of the room to another without getting very up close and personal with other people, not that anyone minded. At first, an older couple approached us and very openly flirted. The wife kept finding excuses to touch me. I am not sure I will ever get used to such attention from women, but then again I never thought I would swing either. We moved to the other side of the room and stood by ourselves for a while. Conversations around us made it evident that most of the people there already knew each other. Mr. X noticed another couple standing off by themselves, and he told me he thought we should go talk to them. I will call this couple Mr. and Mrs. F. We hit it off right away. Mrs. F is stunning, and Mr. X was very attracted to her right away. She was the first example for me for the week of what a horrible judge of age I have become. I thought she was only a few years older than I am, but I believe she’s really 12 years older than I am and 10 years older than Mr. X. Normally that would have been outside the age range of people I thought I’d be ok with, but I’ve learned that age isn’t everything. We talked with them and flirted with them for hours. Mrs. F let us know that she is bi-sexual . As she put it, she loves everybody. I have found very few profiles on either swinger website where the woman is listed as being straight. I have added a note on my profile since New Year’s that says though I’m straight, I have very much enjoyed kissing some beautiful women lately. We left the hotel that night eager to see Mr. and Mrs. F again at the party in addition to all of our other friends who would be there.

New Year’s Eve, the night we’d been looking forward to for months finally came. We checked in at the hotel early and met up with Mr. and Mrs. B. The four of us explored the hotel a bit and got a peek at the play rooms for the after-party. The rooms were amazing. I was fascinated by the BDSM room set up with all kinds of 50 shades-like equipment. Unfortunately I was unable to experience any of the things I would have liked to in there. I know I would have loved being chained or tied to something and spanked or whipped. I had to laugh, the party planners thought of everything. All of the rooms had tables stocked with bottled of water, mints, towels, and bowls filled with condoms and packets of lube. After a tour of the rooms, we had a bite to eat in the hotel bar with Mr. and Mrs. B. I never eat much around Mr. B. I have a hard time thinking about anything other than jumping him when he’s around. 

After getting mostly ready but before slipping into my dress, Mr. X and I decided to take some sexy photos again. We did the same last time we stayed at a hotel and loved the results. We wanted to do it again. This time Mr. X was much more enthusiastic about giving direction. He seemed really into it and turned on. I’ll post part of one of our photos from the night at the bottom of this blog entry. Most of them were more revealing, though. Our photo session made us fashionably late to the party, but we didn’t mind.

The main party was set up between two rooms, one solely for dancing. The other room was set up with a casino, photo booth, tables, a bar, and an area for aerial performance acts. Everyone looked amazing. Most of the women were in flapper or period dresses, and men wore tuxes and 20’s style suits. We found Mr. and Mrs. E and Mr. and Mrs. F all gambling in the casino area. Later in the evening we were standing by the photo booth with Mr. and Mrs. E, and Mr. E turned and saw Mr. B across the room. He turned to us and said he had to go say hi to someone he thought he knew…no surprise, as I’ve mentioned, Mr. B really likes talking to new swingers, so of course he’d talked to them. I had told Mr. B about the couple we’d had dinner with earlier that month, but we hadn’t realized we both knew them. I decided to go for a little shock value, so while Mr. E was talking to Mr. B, I walked up, put my arm around Mr. B’s waist, and kissed him. Mr. E responded with, “oh, I guess you know each other.”

The night progressed, and we spent most of it talking in a group consisting of us, Mr. and Mrs. E, and Mr. and Mrs. F. We ran into Mr. and Mrs. A as well, and they looked stunning as ever. We lost sight of them after the midnight countdown and don’t know if they played at the after-party or not. Still, we are convinced that they aren’t real swingers. Anyway, shortly before midnight everyone packed into the dance hall for the countdown. Everyone was packed so close together. At the stroke of midnight, confetti rained down on everyone. It was beautiful. I received at least three midnight kisses, which was quite nice. The room started clearing out as everyone headed up to their rooms to change for the after-party. 

Mr. and Mrs. E did not have a room since they weren’t staying the night, so they came up to our room to change and store their party clothes. I changed into my lingerie in the bathroom while Mr. X stayed in the main part of our room with Mr. and Mrs. E. I am not sure how it started, since I was in the other room, but I heard Mr. E remark something about how his wife and my husband were making out. I came around the corner, and sure enough, they were. Mr. E expressed how unfair that was, and to make it even, he’d just have to kiss me…so he did. Mrs. E and I received approval from the men of our lingerie choices, and we all headed upstairs to the after-party. We started with a glass of champagne and a toast. We were soon joined by Mr. and Mrs. F and Mr. and Mrs. B. Mr. and Mrs. E and Mr. and Mrs. F went off to peek into all of the play rooms since they hadn’t seen them yet. Mr. B told his wife that I was ready for sex, so the four of us headed off to a room to shed some more clothes. The bedding on the floor of our play room was inflatable mattresses. There was some playful bouncing, but we got down to business rather quickly. Initially we had the room to ourselves, but more people joined us later. Mr. X and Mrs. B seemed to be having a great time together. Mr. B quickly had me on my knees sucking his cock into my mouth. It was delicious. I had missed him. It was a long two months between the two parties where I was able to play with him. After a while, he pulled me down onto the mattress and slid inside me. It was so good to have him inside me again. After the debacle with Mr. and Mrs. C, what I wanted from the night was to be fucked into oblivion, to just touch and be touched, to be pleasured and satisfied, and to do the same for someone else.  My time with Mr. B that evening ended in some pretty nice cuddling. It feels great to just lay naked with his arms around me. I’ve always loved cuddling. We parted ways in search of our other friends.

We met up with Mr. and Mrs. E. They had just been observing in the rooms and said they watched quite a show involving Mrs. F in the BDSM room. Unfortunately they were ready to leave, so we took them back to our room to collect their things and said goodnight. Back at the party, we found Mr. and Mrs. F. We wandered off to one of the playrooms with them. Mr. and Mrs. F were not used to on-premise parties, and I’ve heard for some men, it can be intimidating and affect performance to have other people watching when you’re not used to it. Anyway, when we got to the play room, it was very much implied that we would be swapping. Because I’m me and oblivious to men’s interest sometimes, I had to ask Mr. F if he was even attracted to me. He said of course. We started kissing, and after a minute, I remembered that I still didn’t know his last name. I hadn’t even known his first name when we’d said goodbye the night before…so I had to stop him and explain my rule. He looked at me incredulously but laughed and told me his name anyway and then jokingly asked if I needed anything else like his social security number. After that we were back to business. The mattresses in this room were nicer. They weren’t inflatable. Mrs. F and I laid side by side while my husband went down on her and hers went down on me. Mr. F was great. He certainly knew what he was doing. At one point, Mrs. F turned to me and apologized, saying that she wasn’t sure what to do with me, since she’s only used to being around “girly-girls” in situations like this. We ended up kissing while we laid there next to each other, our husbands otherwise occupied. Then she asked if she could do more. She caressed my breasts and eventually licked and lightly sucked them as well. That was very new to me. She was just so beautiful and sexy. Her lips were incredibly soft. It was no longer just a matter of not minding that a woman was kissing me, but I enjoyed it. She and Mr. F are both very good kissers. I also spend a good deal of time going down on Mr. F. Unfortunately we weren’t really able to have sex, but that seemed to make Mr. F determined to please me in other ways even more. Mr. X and Mrs. F had what looked like pretty amazing sex to me. Mr. X described some of the things she’d done as things he’d only ever seen in porn movies. He was extremely impressed. I still have the image in my head of one point during our play time where Mr. X had Mrs. F on her back and was fucking her. She contorted her body so that her head was below Mr. F’s cock in front of me, and she licked and sucked him while my husband fucked her. It was intense. After we were all finished, a man came up to us and said our group had inspired the entire room of people to play. That was flattering. We thanked Mr. and Mrs. F for a great time, wished them goodnight, and said we hoped to see them again sometime.

By this point, it was already 4 am, and the party was over. We headed back to our room. I was disappointed that I hadn’t fully gotten out of the evening what I wanted. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great evening, but I’d really wanted to feel a man cum in my mouth or inside me, to feel the satisfaction that always gives me. Mr. X was more than willing to go again and make me feel completely satisfied. We had some pretty fantastic shower sex later that morning before we checked out of the hotel as well. Another of my sex bucket list items had been to have sex standing up. The hotel room shower provided the perfect opportunity. The ledge in the shower gave me just enough leverage to ride him until he came and we were both gasping. Happy New Year!