Deck the Halls…a 7 bonus swinger house party

To follow up on my previous “teaser” post…here are all the wonderfully juicy details!

So this was our first “house party” (I know…it sounds so 1970s…place your keys in the bowl and swap wives for the night).  I wasn’t completely sure what to expect, but we knew the people throwing the party pretty well and had heard their parties were good.  We had the added benefit of being able to bring our trailer and plug in, so we’d have a warm haven of our own when we were ready to sleep or if we wanted to invite guests to a more private environment, which turned out to be a very good idea.

We got there a bit later than we had planned after having to get a flat tire fixed (if it isn’t one thing, it’s another, right?).  But, we still had time to get situated, settled, and changed.  Gin and tonic in hand, garter, undies, thigh highs, red platform heels, a little red babydoll nighty, and a black dress to cover it all up before the later-in-the-evening unveiling…I headed up the back stairs to the porch where our lovely host and hostess had set up a heated smoking/conversation environment next to the hot tub (which I never got around to testing out).

We stopped and chatted with a few people we’d met before (shit, we even ran into “our first time” couple – fancy that! – small world).  I don’t remember when, but several gin and tonics later, I lost the dress.  I think it was after the white elephant gift exchange (which was a fun assortment of porn, sex toys, and gag gifts).  Mr. LL donated a set of thumb cuffs to the cause and came up with a crazy scavenger hunt that the lucky couple who ended up with our gift would have to complete to get the keys.  The caveat was that the couple had to put the cuffs on (one on her thumb, the other on his) and would be stuck like that until they could earn the key.  I’m not sure how it turned out, because we ended up heading out to our trailer not long after the exchange.

Basically, it was about 40 or so couples, 4 playrooms, and a whole lot of mingling, flirting, drinking and naked flesh.  Who doesn’t love that?

Mr. LL and I made it all the way through the gift exchange and hadn’t found anyone with whom we really clicked.  Sure there were some sexy people, but anyone who has ever dated knows that sexy doesn’t mean “attractive to me”.  So much goes into choosing the right someone:  demeanor, smile, style, conversation, etc.  And when you try to find TWO people together who are both attractive and desirable to both people in the other couple…well, let’s say it just gets complicated.  And when you find it – it can be powerful.

But, I was having fun anyway, so I went ahead and lost the dress – what can I say – I was feeling randy I suppose.  And on my way back from the restroom, Mr. LL told me that he’d found a “redhead” he wanted me to see.  Now, if you didn’t know…Mr. LL has kind of a fetish for redheads.  But, usually, I’m not as into them.  Needless to say, I rolled my eyes as he pushed me toward the stairs so I could see.  I was pleasantly surprised.  Hmmm….short red hair, glasses, a classy black dress, beautiful curvy figure.  We walked past her and her man (also appealing – BONUS!) and sat on the couch.  And good lord, who knows how it all fell into place, but they came over to us and introduced themselves (bonus #2).  Well…one thing led to another, and conversation went well.  They were both sexy AND smart.  Nice.

I happened to be sitting on the couch (another woman straddled behind me) and we were talking with some other people.  The sexy couple left to go upstairs for something, and I continued talking to some people on the couch.  It didn’t take long, though, for me to become concerned that I might miss my chance.  And after listening to the other couple (young, just newly dating, and this was his “first” swinger experience), I cashed in my conversation chips and bailed as quickly as I could, hoping to find the sexy couple somewhere upstairs before they left for good.

As luck would have it (bonus #3), I found them tucked into a corner by the sliding glass door.  I squeezed in beside them and within a few minutes, I was kissing the male half…and then the female half.  And then….

Back in our trailer, it took little time for the clothes to come off and the heat to rise.  Off came her black dress and matching purple bra and panties.

Now, I could go into great detail…and I might…but a few things really struck me.  First off, it was the eyes.  Both of them had these intense gazes that could bore a passionate hole right through you.  Yum.  Made my pulse quicken without even a touch.  Second, the kissing.  Not all couples are into it – maybe it’s too intimate for some?  I guess for some people it all about the sex…that’s why they’re there and that’s all they want.  But, I need the whole package.  And the kissing is a big part of it.  Third, both of them were into it.  I’ve had it happen before where it was obvious that one partner liked the “hobby” a lot more than the other.  Somehow, the sparks flew 7 ways (I think I got the math right there).  I don’t think that has really ever happened for us.  Nobody “took one for the team”.  I was just as turned on by her as Mr. LL was…and it was a joy to be caught up in an equal bisexual attraction.  And her man was attentive and had the ability to satisfy me (which really isn’t that hard…but guys sure seem to have a tough time of it). 

If you’ve read my posts in the past, you might know that I’ve had a bit of a dry spell with that.  For some reason, there’s been a lot of disappointment as of late.  One guy who was in over his head (his wife wanted it, but it freaked him out so bad he couldn’t even get it up)…another who was too caught up in his own household drama (understandably, of course, but it ended up being a less-than-satisfactory evening for me because of it), and another instance where the man was just a plain effing disappointment (I ended the evening in tears, asking Mr. LL to just make them all go away).

So, with all honesty, I went into this party with some pretty big disappointments shadowing the festivities, and some pretty big (if unhopeful) expectations.

Bonus #4…I was not disappointed.  The taste of her, the feel of her soft lips, the rise of red up her throat as my husband fucked her, the feel of her man’s hands on my hips, and the weight of him on top of me, hearing Mr. LL offer her little secrets as she went down on me, pillow talk with her man while we fondled each other, made out and watched.  Really, it restored my faith in fucking other people.  Thank-fucking-god.  What a relief.  (I’m sure Mr. LL is saying the same thing…not only does he hate to see me disappointed…he loves doing this together.)

The sexy couple was “all that and a bag of sex mints”.  And after they reassembled themselves and headed off into the night, Mr. LL and I continued…only things got a bit more forceful – the whole experience had obviously inspired him.  He pulled out the cuffs (which he’s only used on me a couple of times – briefly) and secured my hands behind my back.  And then he had his way with me – hair-pulling and spanking and dirty words in my ear…normally I would have been taken aback, but I seem to be enjoying this a bit more nowadays.

The Lustful Literate

Riding him with intent, right before I made him cum, there was a knock at the door.  The hostess was dropping by for some late night conversation – and maybe a bit more, eh?  Unfortunately for us all, Mr. LL and I were exhausted and a bit too drunk to go any further than “lights out” and “see you in the morning”. (Hey, there’s always next time, right?!)

We slept in.  He tried to get frisky in the morning, but I was way too fricking tired to comply.  I smacked him (in a wifely manner) and told him I needed more sleep.  A few hours later, he tried again – and I was a lot more compliant.  Nothing like a morning session of cunnilingus to start a day out right.

God knows how I dodged a raging hangover (bonus #5) – which is lucky since we had quite a drive ahead of us…and holiday shopping on the way.

I’m pretty sure I went to bed at about 8 last night.  And I don’t think I moved all night.

Bonus #6 – no repercussions (if you read often, then you know, I was a bit worried about an imminent UTI, which seem to follow every bout of bountiful sex I have…but, so far, so good).  A whole lot of hot, free, NSA sex.

Bonus #7 – the sexy couple emailed us already to see if we could hook up again sometime.

Ummmm….that would be a yes.  Fuck yes.

P.S.  I heard this song on the radio on the way to the party…thought it was fitting –

And since this is a post all about “bonuses”…here’s another:

Although…as a disclaimer to the addition of these videos – I actually prefer a bit of a relationship with my sex – even with other couples. Dinner, dancing…friends with benefits are the yummiest kind.