Chapter 3: Sex Party – Part 1

Dax announced we were going to an informal restaurant for dinner. I hadn’t prepared anything since I was preoccupied with my research and visualizations about the Saturday party.

I rinsed off in the shower and tried to flush some of the cum out of my pussy. Dax helped.

I barely dressed for dinner. I tossed on a singlet since it was a warm evening, and my jean cutoffs. I went commando. If anybody looked closely at some of the tears and holes in my cutoffs or top, they’d be able to see some of my pussy hair or my tits.

I teased Dax as I sat opposite him by talking about how he’d fuck Molly, and I’d occasionally flash a little boob and nipple at him. I really got to him, when I told him that I might even have some girl-on-girl sex with one of my lunch friends. I described some of that. I felt I was about two seconds from getting fucked on the table in the restaurant when we finally left for home.

A part of my afternoon of pornographic research was lesbian porn. I had at least a passing knowledge of what to do with another woman. What did two women do together? I learned about cunnilingus, tribbing, dildos, sex toys, fingers, fisting, and more. I wanted to be prepared for a highly sexual evening with both sexes.

We didn’t make the bedroom when we got home from dinner. Dax fucked me first in the kitchen as we came in from the garage, and then in the living room. He didn’t bother to pull the blinds either.

How Dax and I made it from Wednesday night to Saturday night remains a mystery to me. We were so wound up sexually, the coming party was about all we could think of. I’m sure the idea of staying home and fucking all day on those intervening days occurred to both of us.

I extended my research about sex parties and orgies, to include more about group sex. I wanted to be plundered by a group of men at once – a gangbang, or MMF, or some situation with multiple men. I was ready.

Saturday about six p.m., we were welcomed at Dave and Crystal’s house, that I knew actually belonged to Dave’s father, Ross. Dave, Crystal, and her sister Trish, had moved into Ross’ house so they could have a continuous foursome. They were as sexed up as Dax and me. Trish, a gorgeous brunette with long hair braided down to her butt, said, “We fuck all the time. We really love each other so much.”

Walking in the door, even in my bikini and a cover-up that had been suggested as the mode of dress, I was overdressed. All the other women were only wearing bikini bottoms. I quickly shed more clothes until I was almost nude. It felt good to have my breasts in the open air, but also somewhat unsettling since I didn’t know all the people there.

I met the illustrious Dave, and was instantly attracted to him, perhaps more by his reputation than any part of our greeting. Yes, I could see this man plundering my body later that evening. I even prayed for it.

I also found Molly’s husband, Jake; and Allison’s husband, Bill, and gave them pretty significant kisses since I hadn’t seen each them in a while. They were kind of hot, too. This was going to be a great night.

I’d brought a large three-bean salad as my contribution to the potluck dinner. By the time everyone had arrived and we were ready to eat, there was enough food for a small army. No one went hungry.

Crystal gave Dax and me a quick tour of the house. As we walked around, she told me a little about Ross. He was what I’d called a ‘Day Trader’. He worked from home doing his own thing on the financial markets.

His office was a computer scientists wet dream. There must have been a dozen different displays and four separate computers driving them. Ross apparently sat in the driver’s seat and made decisions about what he wanted to buy, sell, or trade. Crystal volunteered that he was VERY good at what he did. The size of the house, the land, the décor, and the furnishing attested to some wealth.

Crystal told to stay overnight if we wanted. They had lots of bedrooms and sleeping space. She had said it was nice to spend overnight with somebody other than your usual partner, especially if you fucked in the middle of the night and-or first thing in the morning. I was all for this. She was so open about the sex part of her life.

Despite trying to act cool and sophisticated, my insides were in turmoil and I’d been getting that way all day as we got nearer and nearer to our attendance. I was at a sex party, and would get fucked that evening by men that weren’t my husband. He’d be off fucking other women, too. Could I do this? Could I pull this off, and look like some of the other men and women that attended parties like this frequently?

I recalled something my sister used to tell me: ‘Fake it ‘til you make it’. Act ‘is if’ this was what you wanted, what you did all the time, and what you were more than prepared to cope with.

I got a glass of wine and stared at the pool. I imagined taking a bundle of all the conservative values that I’d been raised by, tying them into a big knot, and then sinking them in the pool. They were no longer going to serve me in some new, alternative lifestyle that I was transitioning to.

That was an awakening. Yes, I was in transition. Thinking about that eased my angst about the party. I didn’t need to be conservative. I could be bold, promiscuous, and highly sexual with people other than my husband. Further, I’d have fun and orgasms and enjoy the whole scene.

Crystal introduced Dax and me to another couple, Darlene and Greg. They were hot but seemed so ‘normal’. She was a nurse and he was a lawyer. They weren’t married but may as well have been; they’d lived together for ten years and had two children together. Dax and I really bonded with them, especially over dinner when we sat together to eat some of the barbecue fixings.

There was chemistry for each of us with each of them. We were friendly to each other, open and even vulnerable. They were fascinated that I’d just finished editing a book by the well-known author Robert Wolf. Of course, I’d never met the man except on the telephone, but that got brushed away.

Greg was smart about estate planning, and made Dax and me realize many things that we should do to protect each other and our few assets. Darlene was entertaining about being an OB/GYN nurse at the local hospital assisting in deliveries. By her count, she’d helped with just under 1,000 babies so far in her career.

Greg and Darlene had been married to other people, both at a young age that presaged the failure of their marriages. They hadn’t known each other, but when they did meet and fell in love, neither was in a rush to get married – if they took that step at all.

I asked, “How did you get involved with swinging? You know this is our first adventure in this area, so I’m still collecting data and anecdotes.”

Darlene spoke, “That was my doing. We’d been steady for three years when I met another man that interested me. Instead of hiding it, I told Greg. He urged me to pursue the matter but to take it slow. I did just that, and eventually Cole and I started having sex. I was in love with two men.

“Cole was already a swinger, and loved variety and the ability to shift into casual but sexual relationships. He told me about all that one day, and I shared it with Greg. He got interested, so I asked Cole for more information.

“‘More information’ turned into an invitation to attend a party. That was seven years ago, and we’ve been part of the ‘lifestyle’ since. That’s the vocabulary – ‘lifestyle’. Somehow, Greg met David about two years ago, and we got invited into what you see going on tonight. The group was monthly back then, but bi-weekly now. People don’t go to every party, but Ross likes to party frequently.

“Ross, Crystal, and Dave have been great about hosting parties here. They have the space, the pool, the chaises, mats, and beds to support the group. I think they like to swing more than any of the rest of us. Overall, though, we’re a very horny group.

Allison found me and pulled me away from our chat. She said with some eagerness, “Can I fuck Dax?” I guess she had some instant attraction to my husband, plus I had continually talked up his sexual prowess at our girls’ luncheons. I knew he’d love being with her, so I told her to go for it.

Molly and Sheri came by five minutes later and asked the same question. I realized that Sheri was alone at the party. I think all the girls from our luncheon wanted to fuck each other’s husbands. I had the same idea about Jake and Bill, and got permission from them at the same time that they asked about having sex with Dax.

I asked Sheri, “Hey, where’s Myron? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Sheri rolled her eyes. “The official version is that he has some emergency office work that has to be ready first thing on Monday morning, so he went into work. The truth of the matter is that he’s off fucking his bimbo secretary. I finally met her. She has an IQ less than her age, and she’s very young. What she sees in Myron, I’ll never know. The girl is truly vapid. Thus, I’m here by myself and I hope to get laid a lot.”