A Different Kind of Party
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Tom and Mandy dreamed about what it would be like to go to a swinger party. When they received an invitation, they were ecstatic. There was only one little problem: that invitation came from Tom’s little sister, Stephanie. They would discover far more from their new friends than they'd ever imagined.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Fiction Brother Sister Group Sex Swinging Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
With all the excitement of the conversations and then the craziness that was getting dinner served, it was amazing how the four of us worked together to get everything plated and on the table in no time flat.
We’d set up the seating arrangements so that Jeremy and Beck were on one side, while Mandy and I were on the other. It didn’t feel right to have one of us at the head and foot of the table. This felt more friendly, intimate.
When Jeremy and Beck sat down and their plates were placed in front of them, the look on both of their faces was worth the wait.
“Look at that!” Beck said, a look of wonder on her face as she looked at the food before her.
“It looks delicious,” Jeremy agreed, nodding eagerly. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a live-in chef?”
I smiled broadly at Jeremy’s compliment. Mandy giggled, her face a constant blush now, and hadn’t receded a single shade since her earlier testimony.
“I hope you both like it,” Mandy smiled, sitting down next to me.
“Oh, they will,” I replied with supreme confidence.
It was a foregone conclusion in my mind, but Mandy wouldn’t relax until she knew for sure. That meant waiting for them to try it, to cut into those steaks and taste them. Only then would she know.
I rested my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently, lovingly in support. Mandy’s eyes flashed up and rested on top of mine as she turned her head, giving me a look of adoration. Even with the fact we’d lost track of time earlier and the four of us frantically tried to save dinner, the food looked as good as it always did. “Come on, let’s dig in!”
No one said a word as Jeremy, Beck, and I cut into our steaks. Mandy sat back, waiting and watching. She held her breath, hoping for a good reaction.
Jeremy was first. He made quick work, his knife slicing through the filet with ease. As he stabbed the small piece with his fork, Mandy leaned in, wanting to see the cook. When she saw the perfect medium-rare coloring, she sighed, relieved as she fell back into her chair.
“I told you they were perfect,” I whispered, and she smiled over at me. The relief on her face was so obvious, a blind man could have seen it.
Jeremy slowly brought his fork to his mouth, using his teeth to pull the bite into his mouth.
“Mmm,” His eyes closed as he chewed with a deliberate slowness.
“Oh my god, this is incredible!” Beck announced, quickly cutting off a second bite and shoving it into her mouth before she finished chewing the first. I had been so focused on Jeremy, I hadn’t seen Beck’s initial reaction to her steak. “Wow,” Beck said, the words jumbled due to the food still in her mouth. Something that would normally be repulsive to me. You didn’t talk with your mouth full, but I understand why she did it.
“Is it good? I didn’t overcook them, right? Are you sure you like it?” Mandy asked in rapid succession. She was desperate for their approval, and even if they told her it was perfect, she’d still ask more questions, unable to accept the compliment right away.
I took my first bite, and it was everything I hoped it would be, but my reaction wasn’t important to Mandy. Her attention was focused on our guests. I scooped up a forkful of the homemade potatoes, still steaming hot, and shoveled it into my mouth. Again, they were the perfect, cheesy, creamy perfection, and a moan escaped my mouth as I chewed.
“So, everyone likes it?” Mandy asked again, as in response, the entire table just nodded at her, our mouths too full to speak.
I rushed to finish off my mouthful and nudged Mandy to get her attention.
“It’s perfect, babe,” I said, my voice firm. “You need to eat.”
“But—”
“Eat.” I cut her off, shaking my head.
“Are you sure?” Mandy checked, looking at everyone around the table, who all just nodded at her. “Okay...”
Mandy was so concerned about whether everyone else loved the food that when she moaned after tasting her own first bite, everyone laughed around the table.
“She’s always been like this when it comes to her food,” I explained. “It took almost three months of her cooking my food before she would just eat it with me instead of looking at me, scared I wouldn’t like it.”
“I’ve known a few professional chefs who have that same problem,” Beck replied, offering a warm, comforting smile in Mandy’s direction, and her cheeks flushed in return.
“Good, isn’t it?” Jeremy asked, smiling warmly between mouthfuls, obviously needling my girlfriend a bit.
“Told you,” I said, grinning at Mandy’s shocked look at Jeremy’s words.
“I don’t know how you do it, Tom,” Beck said, scooping up a heaping forkful of potatoes so big that I was sure it wouldn’t fit in her mouth. “If I had food like this every night, I’d be four hundred pounds.”
Mandy grinned, her eyes sparkling happily.
“I don’t know, it might be worth it to have all this buttery goodness all the time,” Jeremy replied, before eating another bite. “We could both be four hundred pounds together. Give those thousand-pound sisters a run for their money.” That got everyone laughing. “Though I’d probably have had a heart attack by now.”
“Oh, come on!” Mandy groaned. “It’s not that unhealthy, and you wouldn’t want me to use margarine.”
“Oh, fuck no!” Beck yelled, her eyes fierce as if someone had threatened her or something. “Don’t you dare do something stupid like that and ruin a perfectly good steak.”
“I would never, I swear.” Mandy nodded, solemnly, in complete agreement with the no margarine statement. Beck, seeing Mandy’s agreement, nodded back, like some sort of pact had been formed between the two women.
I looked over to Jeremy and found his eyes landing on mine at the same moment. I raised an eyebrow in question, and he just shrugged. I chuckled internally, my shoulders shaking slightly, and Jeremy smirked. Women weren’t the only ones who could have conversations without uttering a single word.
We might not be able to read minds like women assumed we should, but it wasn’t hard to talk man-to-man with just a look. We just weren’t that complicated.
When everyone had finished eating, every morsel of food was gone. Like my mom used to joke as she watched me eat as a teenager, we’d all cleaned our plates.
“Dishes?” Beck asked, looking around the table as she got to her feet. “What are we drinking, water, wine?”
“I’ll help, but let’s do water for now, save the good stuff for later,” Jeremy replied, reaching across the table and grabbing both my and Mandy’s plates, glasses, and silverware.
“You don’t have—” Mandy got up but was waved back down almost immediately.
“You cooked, we’ll clean.”
It didn’t take Beck and Jeremy long to get things rinsed off and placed in the dishwasher. The pan of potatoes took a little more doing, but they managed it well. Mandy told them we would take care of the cast-iron pan the filets were cooked in, which they both agreed to without any fuss.
With the dishes done, Jeremy and Beck came back to the table, and I suddenly remembered the paper bag that looked like it was holding a bottle of some sort when Jeremy had shown up at the house.
“I couldn’t help but notice what looked like a bottle when you showed up,” I said, looking right at Jeremy.
A big grin bloomed on his face as he paused halfway into his chair.
“Oh, you noticed that, did you?” Jeremy replied, smirking, and I just rolled my eyes at him. “Mandy told me you’re a scotch drinker. I thought I would bring a bottle of one of my favorites for your collection.”
“Oh, really?” I looked at Mandy, who nodded before I shifted my gaze back onto Jeremy.
“Of course, but we should open it tonight and share a glass or two. Deal?”
“Deal!” I agreed too quickly, and everyone around the table laughed at my eagerness.
“Let me get it. Do you prefer your scotch on the rocks or neat?” Now it was my turn to grin.
I jumped up and went to the cupboard where I kept my rocks glasses. I grabbed two and turned back to the table where Mandy and Beck were sitting, watching. I held up the glasses and asked, “Beck, Babe?”
Mandy just shook her head, grinning happily at my obvious excitement. I wasn’t at all surprised by her refusal to partake.
“No way, I can’t stand that stuff,” Beck replied, her face scrunched up.
That did surprise me.
“She hates scotch,” Jeremy explained. “I’ve been trying to get her to drink it for years, but she always refuses.”
“More for us,” I grinned widely, and Jeremy laughed.
Jeremy held up the bottle of Macallan eighteen. My eyes popped open wide and I sucked in a lungful of air. This is an expensive bottle of scotch! Most bottles were expensive, in all fairness. Most labels that were over twelve years old were north of one hundred dollars a bottle. Some, like the one he was holding, were upwards of four hundred dollars or five hundred dollars per bottle.
“Holy shit!” I said, staring at the bottle like it was a priceless artifact or long-lost pirate treasure. “Seriously?”
“Oh wow, Tom,” Mandy said, a shocked look on her face. She might not like scotch, but she was well aware of the brands I liked and what they cost.
“That’s Macallan Eighteen!” I said, moving to stand in front of Jeremy, my hands open, just wanting to hold the bottle.
Jeremy laughed, looked at the label as if making sure it really was what I claimed, before handing it to me. “Yup, that’s what it says.”
“Jeremy, that’s too much!” Mandy said, her voice sounding worried.
“Don’t worry, I got this one cheap.” Beck barked a laugh at that.
“He had to spend almost two thousand dollars to ‘win’ that bottle,” Beck said.
“What!” I tried to hand it back to him. As much as I wanted that bottle, and I really did. Macallan was one of my favorites. I couldn’t take a bottle that cost him two grand.
“It didn’t cost that much. Settle down over there.” Jeremy growled, eyeing his wife harshly. She didn’t back down one inch. “I’m in a scotch club. I won three of these bottles last year. I still have one more at the house, but I thought you might like this one.”
“Hell yeah, I would!” I agreed, staring at it as I held the bottle in my hands.
“Good, now pour me a glass already,” Jeremy smirked, and I grinned.
When Jeremy and I retook our seats at the table, the seating arrangements had changed. Beck and Mandy had switched seats. Mandy blushed nervously as she watched me take in the new scene, and Beck just grinned wickedly, patting the empty chair next to her, hurrying me to sit down.
“We thought we could change things up a bit,” Beck said.
Again, Jeremy and I looked at each other, and we both shrugged. When Jeremy sat down, he immediately threw his arm around Mandy while Beck scooted in close to me, her hands falling into my lap the moment I settled into the chair.
The first glass of scotch went down too fast, almost like water, which was dangerous. Jeremy must have had the same experience because he finished his just as quickly as I did mine. I cursed myself for drinking it so quickly. At this rate, I wouldn’t have any left at the end of the night. That was a stupid and selfish way of thinking about it because I hadn’t been the one to pay for the bottle in the first place.
Thankfully, we both slowed down on our second glasses.
“So, are you going to tell him about the big party you were telling me about?” Mandy asked, giggling as she looked at Beck.
“Oh, yeah!” Beck replied, her fingers digging into my thigh.
The flash of headlights shining through the living room windows drew my attention away from the conversation. Who the hell is...? I heard a car door slam and watched as a silhouette walked to the porch. I waited, ready to go see who it was, but just as I went to stand up, the front door swung open and Stephanie walked in like she owned the place.
There was a brief exchange of glances around the table, each of which was a questioning look, asking if this was planned or a surprise visit from my little sister.
“Holy crap, what smells so good?” Stephanie asked, kicking off her shoes. Not at all aware we had company. “I could smell whatever it is all the way outside. There better be some left for me.”
When she walked to the kitchen, she pulled up short when she saw four sets of eyes looking at her.
“Oh, shit!” She yelped. “I didn’t know you guys were having company.”
“Riiight,” I rolled my eyes, my annoyance obvious. “I’m sure you didn’t notice their car in the driveway.”
Stephanie turned, her eyes looking back towards the driveway where Jeremy’s car was parked as if she could see it through the living room wall.
“I didn’t even realize—”
“You’re so full of shit,” Mandy laughed, saving my little sister from the tongue-lashing I was ready to give her. The last thing we all needed was a fifth wheel in this little get-together.
Beck picked up on the change in my mood right away, leaning into me, making it a point that Stephanie being here didn’t change the fact that she wanted to be next to me. That made me feel pretty good, and I turned my head and offered her a warm, thankful smile in return, which she quickly returned.
“Now that you’re here, is there something you needed?” Jeremy asked, the tone of his voice wasn’t at all friendly. Stephanie had a look on her face like she’d just been slapped. Thank you, Jeremy!
“I ... umm,” Stephanie stammered, looking like she was trying to figure out how to get herself out of the situation she’d just thrust herself headlong into. It was kind of nice to see her put on her back foot for a change. I only wish it were me who’d done it instead of Jeremy. “I wanted to ... I mean, needed to talk to Mandy.”
“We’re kind of busy, Steph,” Mandy replied, her voice not as hard as Jeremy’s had been, but there was no mistaking the fact that she wasn’t impressed with my little sister’s interruption.
“Just say what you wanted to say, Stephanie,” I said, sighing as I slumped back into my chair.
“Fine, I wanted to talk about the upcoming party. This is one of the big ones we do four times a year.”
“Yeah, so?” I replied, and Stephanie glared at me.
“So, there’s a guy who’s going to be there and I’m interested and was hoping Mandy might have some suggestions that might help me get him.”
“Ohhh!” Beck sat up, her hand leaving my lap, suddenly very, very interested in what was going on.
“I don’t think you’re going to have much trouble in that department,” Jeremy chuckled, and Stephanie blushed. “You’re not exactly known for being subtle or taking no for an answer.”
“Oh, knock it off,” Beck snapped at Jeremy. “Can’t you see she needs our help?”
“Do you mind if I steal your wife for a minute?” Stephanie asked, looking at Jeremy with a hopeful, borderline pleading expression on her face.
Everyone turned and looked at me. I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, and my shoulders wanted to slump on reflex under the pressure.
“Don’t worry about Tom,” Stephanie spoke up, her backbone suddenly and miraculously healed and breaking the silent questioning aimed at me. “I know my brother won’t mind if I need to talk to my best friend for a bit.”