Beginning of March 2015
Last weekend we attended our first house party. The
beginning of the night was a murder mystery with a 1920s theme. I played the
role of a gangster, and Mr. X was a silent movie star. For my costume, I wore a
black and white pinstripe suite with a black corset, red tie, a fedora, and
really cute retro-looking black and white heels. Mr. and Mrs. SciFi hosted the
event, and I put Mr. SciFi in charge of how good I would be that evening,
meaning he was in charge of how much I would drink. Shortly after I arrived, he
delivered my first shot to me.
The evening was fun. The murder mystery part of the
evening involved both vanilla and lifestyle people, so everyone had to be
relatively good. Some flirting went on, but it was pretty tame. Mr. SciFi wanted
me to sneak away with him during the party for some quick fun, but there wasn’t
really an opportunity to do so. Other couples in attendance were Mr. and Mrs.
Neighbors and Mr. and Mrs. H. We were also introduced to mutual friends of all
of them. I will call this couple Mr. and Mrs. Tiger. Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors
have decided to take a break from swinging for the time being. They told us
this about a week before the party. I love spending time with them, but it is
strange being around Mr. Neighbors and not being able to kiss him. Mr.
Neighbors did, however, give Mrs. Neighbors permission to kiss girls. I am not
bi, but I feel like I get pulled a little closer to that side all the time. I’m
sure it was a combination of the alcohol and the forbidden—I made out with Mrs.
Neighbors quite a bit during the evening after the vanillas left. I even have
pictures to prove it. One of the men got ahold of my camera while we were
kissing. If you looked at all of the pictures on my camera that evening, you’d
have sworn that Mrs. Neighbors was my date and not Mr. X. Mr. X seemed to get
pretty friendly with Mrs. Tiger throughout the night—more on that later.
Shortly before the vanillas left, I was feeling good but
not buzzing from the alcohol anymore. I told Mr. SciFi he wasn’t doing his job
if he wanted to keep me drunk. He took that as a challenge and handed me three
shots in a row. Mrs. Neighbors took shots right along with me and then
continued to sip from the shaker cup. I did not realize the shots had everclear
in them. Also, Mrs. Neighbors brought some champagne jello shots with
strawberries in them. They were delicious. Once I removed my jacket at the
party and had on only the corset top, my cleavage became a shelf, and one of
the jello shots was tucked in. Mrs. Neighbors did a good job getting it out. The
everclear quickly set in, and as the night wore on, my memories turned to only
flashes. I have not blacked out like that in a long time. Therefore much of the
rest of what I write about in this entry is not going to be a clear detailed
story but mostly bits and pieces.
I remember talking with Mr. Neighbors a few times. I was
still avoiding him a bit, since I’m not sure how to act around him right now
when all I want to do is make out with him. We hugged a few times, and I
remember several times where he had his arm around me and kept trying to
reassure me that it wasn’t me…that they’re taking a break because of them, not
because of anything I did wrong. I think I remember him saying he misses me
too. I remember the arm around me turning into him caressing my back or having
his hand down the back of pants. I just wanted to turn into him and kiss him,
but I didn’t. Later when my memories became even hazier, I remember looking
across the room to see Mr. Neighbors kissing Mrs. SciFi. Mrs. Neighbors came
over to me and wanted to assure me that he wasn’t kissing her because he didn’t
want to kiss me. I am not sure what happened right after that. The next thing I
remember was somehow sitting next to Mr. Neighbors again, and he was leaning in
to kiss me. I could tell by his face that he was drunk, but I was weak and
wanted to kiss him very badly, so I let him. We kissed for a couple of minutes
before I stopped him and said I knew that wasn’t what he wanted right now.
When the party turned from mingling, drinking, and
flirting to nakedness and sex, Mr. X was yet again one of the first people with
his clothes off. Mr. X hadn’t told me that he wanted to hook up with Mrs.
Tiger, but I saw them naked on the couch together. Mr. SciFi and Mrs. H were on
the other side of the couch. Mr. and Mrs. Neighbors were off together
somewhere, and Mr. Tiger and Mrs. SciFi were nowhere to be seen. That left me
with Mr. H, who I had not previously had sex with due to my pregnancy last
year. I was feeling more and more drunk when he led me to a bedroom. I remember
him saying this was long overdue, and I think he apologized for last time. I
think I said I was sorry that I freaked him out and asked him if my lactating
was a problem, since that is also baby-related. He said it was not. I don’t
remember if there was any foreplay, but I do remember when he entered me. The
next thing I remember is being sprawled on my back on the bed, Mrs. Tiger going
down on me, Mr. SciFi’s cock in my mouth, and I think Mr. H fucking Mrs. Tiger
(I could be wrong about the Mr. H part here). While all of that was going on, I
vaguely remember seeing Mr. Neighbors standing in the doorway watching. I also
remember seeing Mr. Tiger’s face above me at some point. I liked the little
noises Mrs. Tiger made while she was pleasuring me. I think I always enjoy when
people are vocal. I wasn’t able to cum, but I don’t know if that was because I
was so drunk or if I still just can’t let myself fully relax with a woman
enough to get to that point. When she stopped, she climbed on top of me, and we
made out.
After that, I ended up in Mr. and Mrs. SciFi’s bed in
their dark bedroom. I kind of crumpled on the bed, and the world was spinning.
It was very difficult for me to not get sick. I have no idea how long I laid
there, but it was long enough for everyone else to head home. Mr. and Mrs.
SciFi and Mr. X joined me in the room. Mr. SciFi wanted to know if I would be
ok to play, and I wasn’t sure. However, he climbed in the bed next to me and entered
me from behind with both of us on our sides. I think so far this is my favorite
position with him. It felt so good, and somehow I went from being super drunk
and on the edge of unconsciousness or sickness to being full of desire. We
fucked like that for a while, and Mr. X and Mrs. SciFi joined us on the bed. I
remember the women spent a lot of time on top. I ended up on the bed between
Mr. and Mrs. SciFi, and she brought out her magic wand vibrator. I said I’d
never used one before. She used it on me while Mr. SciFi fingered me. The
vibrations were so intense that I almost couldn’t stand it. My moans were so
loud (at least in my head), that I’m surprised I didn’t wake up their kids. Mr.
SciFi had me lay on my stomach and positioned himself above me. He straddled my
legs, which were closed. He entered me that way, and we both moaned until he
came. Again, he made some noises that I love that let me know he was climaxing
and how much he enjoyed it. I look forward to seeing them again.
Mr. X and I learned an important lesson at this house
party, perhaps more than one. We know that communication is super important
when you’re in the lifestyle, but this party was a big reminder. Not only is
communication important, but you shouldn’t just assume things are ok because
you’ve had a more lax attitude lately or because you’ve been drinking. Mr. X
and I hardly interacted at all that evening until the very end. We also figured
out that we should have a rule about firsts, that they should be done together
if it’s something both people are interested in. For instance, I found out
after the party that Mr. X did double vaginal penetration with Mrs. SciFi and
Mr. Tiger. I have not even had a full MFM threesome yet, and now Mr. X has in
some capacity. Now he owes me. Time to invite Mr. B over!
