To use a common cliché, we’re back in the saddle again! Last night (this entry was originally written at the end of October--I apologize for not posting it until December and for any confusion this may cause) we attended a lifestyle Halloween party at the end of October. Some friends there pointed out
that it was our one-year swinger anniversary since our first full swap was at
the same party last year. This was our first lifestyle event since May, so it
had been five months. Our baby daughter was now three months old. I went into
the night apprehensive and doubting I would do anything. To be honest, I
haven’t regained my confidence or self-esteem post-baby and probably won’t
until I’m back in the same shape I was this time last year. I will get there,
but I don’t know how long it will take. Despite Mr. X’s insistence that people
would want me at the party, I didn’t think they would and went into the night
with the idea that we wouldn’t play with anyone. I was wrong…I was propositioned by
multiple people, some wanted and some unwanted. In the end we did play, and it was great.
To recap 2014 thus far, pregnant swinging wasn’t too
successful for me. We attended two large parties, one small party, one meet and
greet, and hosted two couples in our home. From that, I experienced five
instances in which the man I was with was interested in having sex with me but
unable to do so…not good for a girl’s self-esteem. Last night made me feel
amazing. I wanted to feel sexy and have someone I found attractive just want to
fuck me.
We checked into our hotel early in the evening. We took
what felt like a 5-second nap, trying to rest and save our energy for the night
to come. We were invited to one pre-party and for a drink in another couple’s
room, so we did both. First we visited the room of a couple who had contacted
us through one of our lifestyle sites. I wasn’t very eager to meet
them, as I didn’t find their pictures or profile very enticing. However, my
initial impression of people online has been terribly wrong before, so I agreed
to say hi and have a drink. I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Scooby. When we arrived
in their room, they were already halfway through at least one bottle of wine. We
chatted for a while. I had half a glass of wine, and Mr. X had a full glass.
They kept trying to get us to drink more. They were nice enough and pleasant to
talk to, but I knew nothing was going to happen with them, as there was zero
attraction on my part. We politely excused ourselves and headed to the
pre-party.
At the pre-party, we chatted with a few couples we had
met before and one who recently contacted us online. The couple who contacted
us online were very attractive. The wife was beautiful and seemed very nice.
Mr. X told me later that they were certified by the same couple who has
certified us, the lovely couple from the meet and greet and New Year’s party at
the end of last year. I started thinking and wondering how much couples in this
lifestyle talk about and compare the same couples they have been with. I
suppose it’s pretty common for you and your friends to fuck the same people.
I’m sure there’s also a good amount of drama that can be involved.
We said our goodbyes and headed back to our room to get
ready for the party. Once we arrived, we explored the building and checked out the
play rooms. They were set up similarly to last year, several different distinct
areas walled off for either variety or some semblance of privacy…preventing the
play area from being just one huge orgy. We found Mr. and Mrs. H and the
friends they brought with them to the party, I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs.
Neighbors. We chatted for a while. Mrs. Neighbors seemed very friendly and
bubbly and quickly took to Mr. X. Mr. X loved the attention from a pretty
blonde and ate it up. I could tell right away that he wanted her. Mr. Neighbors stayed quiet and didn’t really participate in the dancing or
conversation. Mrs. Neighbors explained that he’d had a long day. Our group wandered off
and ended up near the play rooms. We took some pictures in a coffin and at an
altar, just having fun.
Back on the dance floor, we talked some more, laughed,
and danced. I only consumed one drink. I felt too guilty to drink more. We
enjoyed the party and its entertainment. We watched a skilled pole dancer perform
on a spinning pole, and I was terribly jealous. I want to be able to move like
that someday. Somehow Mr. X and I found ourselves surrounded by very
intoxicated Mr. and Mrs. Scooby. The next thing I knew, I looked over to see
Mr. X and Mrs. Scooby kissing. I think Mrs. Scooby would have ripped his clothes off right there on the dance floor if that had been allowed. It was clear she wanted to be all over him. Mr.
Scooby tried very hard to get me to go back to the play area with him. I tried
to politely turn him down, as there was no way in hell I was ever going to be
with him. I was almost beyond polite by the time I got away. First he asked if
Mr. X would be ok having sex with Mrs. Scooby while she was on her period. That
is not something I am alright with. I’m sure there are some guys and girls out there
that don’t care about that, but I care. It’s messy and gross. If it’s not
something I’m willing to do, I don’t want my husband doing it with someone
else. Once I shut him down on that front, he asked if we could go play alone,
to which I politely declined by saying “not tonight”. He kept leering at my
chest and making comments about how much he loves “nursing boobs”. I should
have been more forceful or at least conveyed that it was never going to happen,
but I haven’t learned how to do that nicely yet. Thankfully, my savior showed up. Mr. Neighbors came over, grabbed my hand, and said to Mr. Scooby, "I’m taking her", and he lead me away…as simple as that. I assumed from all of
the “get me out of here” looks I’d been shooting at my friends during my
conversation with Mr. Scooby that they’d convinced Mr. Neighbors to go rescue
me just to be a nice guy. However, that was only partially true. He was
apparently interested in me but didn’t think he should act on it, as he thought
I was supposed to be with Mr. H that evening. I didn’t find this out until
later. I looked up at my very tall savior all in black, and he smiled down at
me. The way the light caught his features, he looked so much like one of the
stars of the movie Inception, and I told him as much.
Our group continued talking and laughing and dancing. Mrs.
Neighbors was flirting quite heavily with Mr. X and making jokes about how
eager his cock felt dancing against her and how someone needed to take care of
him. A couple of minutes later, I was asked if I would be comfortable going
back to the play area. Mrs. Neighbors wanted Mr. X. It seemed Mr. Neighbors
wanted me as well, but I wasn’t really sure since we’d spent all of five
seconds talking to one another, which has never been enough time for me before
to agree to have sex with someone. My anxiety and self-consciousness came back
and smacked me in the face. Mrs. H, who was also standing there with us, said
she thought I might be more comfortable with Mr. H since I’d kind of been with
him before. I guess she was trying to hook me up with Mr. H so that she could
be the one to have sex with Mr. Neighbors. Well, Mrs. H went off, probably in
search of Mr. H, and before I knew it, my very self-conscious and sober self
was being led back to the play rooms with Mr. X and Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors.
We went back to the play area and searched for an open
room. People were enjoying themselves everywhere, and it wasn't until our
second lap of the play area that a space opened for us. Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbors
were quickly naked, and kissing progressed to Mrs. Neighbors on her back with
my husband's head between her legs. I was told that by the time they were
through with everything,
one of them had three orgasms, which one of them was unclear. Either way, way to go Mr. X!
Mr. Neighbors and I kissed while he unzipped my costume
and slipped it over my shoulders. I unbuttoned his outer shirt and pulled it
and his t-shirt off and touched his chest for the first time. I really like Mr.
Neighbors' body. He is very tall, slender, and fit. He reminds me of a slimmer
version of Mr. X. I remember moving my head to kiss along Mr. Neighbors' neck
and to nibble his ear and remember removing my dress and underwear the rest of
the way, but I don't remember Mr. Neighbors removing his pants. However, they
were soon off, and he was on me again. He lowered me to the floor and kissed
his way down my body.
Soon his tongue was on my clit, and at least one finger
was inside me. It felt divine. Mr. Neighbors knew what he was doing. Though it
is difficult for me to cum for anyone other than Mr. X, I believe I would have
if I had let Mr. Neighbors continue (and look forward to next time). I was too
impatient. I went up on my knees and took his long, thick cock in my hands. He
was bigger than I had anticipated. I knew there would be some delicious pain if
he took me from behind. I drew Mr. Neighbor's stiff cock between my lips and
sucked away the pre-cum. I was delighted he was so turned on. I went down on
him, licking, sucking, and stroking for awhile until I looked up at him and
asked him to please fuck me. He smiled and said he was just going to ask me the
same thing. We paused just long enough for him to slip on a condom, and then he
was inside me. I cried out in pleasure
and was so happy to finally break my bad streak. He was hard, strong, playful,
sexy, and sweet. We started in missionary, kissing furiously with my hands
running all over his back, trying not to scratch him with my long nails. He
moved my legs up to rest on his shoulders while he pounded deeper. He nipped at
the inside of my leg with his teeth while he did this. It was incredibly hot.
He whispered to me, saying that I am incredibly hot. I promised to be hotter in
a few months (once I've had some more time post-baby). His response was great. He said he hoped we'd be able to
have sex several times between now and then.
He got up and looked down at me and said "oh I'm not
done with you yet..." What a turn on! I asked him what he wanted
to do. He said he'd like to be somewhere else, standing up, with me bent over
something...I asked if he'd like me to turn over so we could at least do doggie
style. He liked that idea. I turned over onto my hands and knees, and he was inside me
again. He pounded harder and faster, and it felt amazing. When it was over, we
kissed some more and then had a bit of a debrief with Mr. X and Mrs. Neighbor.
We all expressed a desire to see each other again.
Clothed once more, we rejoined the party. Mr. X and I met
up with some other friends. We chatted and flirted. The husband of one of my
friends was adorably drunk and trying to act like he wasn't. A little later,
Mr. and Mrs. H asked if we wanted to go back to the playrooms with them. I
politely declined and said we could do it another night. I really wasn't up for
a second round. However, Mr. X believed I turned them down on purpose to get
back at Mr. H for hardly touching me when we had them over in the spring. Soon
the party was over, and it was back to the hotel for the night. Now we have New
Year's to look forward to as well as getting to know Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors
better in the meantime.
