My Affair: The Party, Part I (M/F)

This is the fourth in a series. You can read the first three parts here, here and here.

“Soooo … I’ve been invited to a party.”

The message popped up on my screen with no warning. I had been online waiting for Rachel for several hours, but it was getting late and I was about to sign off thinking she wasn’t going to make it on tonight.

I was a little confused by the message. We have a large circle of friends and there’s a party or gathering of some kind just about every weekend if you want to attend. The fact that she had been invited to a party wasn’t in any way remarkable. However, I knew there must be more to this, so I decided to inquire further.

“Oh?,” I replied. “Whose party? I know that Will was thinking of getting some people together, but I don’t think we’re planning on going.”

“No, this isn’t Will’s party,” she wrote. “This is different.”

The then started telling me about her friend Jenn. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that Rachel had been talking to about her sexual frustrations, fantasies and desires. She had been confiding in Jenn, as well. In fact, Jenn knew all about what Rachel and I had been up to these last few months.

I noted in one of the other chapters of this story that Rachel had expressed an interest in BDSM. Jenn, apparently, was into the lifestyle and was having a party. There would be several couples there, all people we didn’t know (other than Rachel’s friend Jenn and her husband (neither of whom I knew).

Additionally, this was going to be a swingers party, though swapping was not required of anyone attending. In fact, participation of any kind was not required. Each person would be allowed to participate as much as she or he felt comfortable.

Rachel wanted badly to go. She felt like this was a perfect opportunity for her to explore her BDSM fantasies in a safe place.

“So,” she asked. “Do you want to go with me?”

One thing I should confess right away is that I have always been incredibly aroused by the idea of being in an orgy. Beyond the occasional threesome, I had never been in a true orgy. Consciously, I knew the realities of an orgy wouldn’t be the same as what is shown in porn, but the idea of several people all together in one room enjoying each other’s bodies and basking in the sounds and sites of wanton sex has appealed to me since the first time I saw an orgy photo in my childhood friend’s dad’s Hustler magazine. I wasn’t sure this would be an orgy, but it was probably the closest I was going to get.

I asked the date of the party and it happened to coincide with a weekend my wife would be out of town at a conference.

“Yes,” I wrote. “I want to go with you very much.”

Over the next two weeks while we waited for the date of the party, Rachel filled me in on some of the details. She sent me some photos of her friend Jenn (who was attractive, but not gorgeous) and her husband Matt. They looked like everyday people, though maybe a little nerdy (but hey, I just described myself, too).

Rachel wasn’t sure she would want to participate, but she was told that it was ok to just come and watch your first time. Everyone would respect boundaries. It was a low-risk, low-pressure environment.

Three days after wishing my wife a pleasant trip and seeing her off, I was on my way with Rachel to Jenn’s house about 30 minutes outside of town. Rachel was wearing a very cute light blue retro form-fitting pin-up dress. She wore minimal make up and her hair was styled neatly so that it sat just at her shoulder. She wore red pumps and her legs were bare.

Over the last six weeks or so since the first time she touched my cock, things had progressed. Our no touching rule was pretty much out the window, though we still had not had any sort of oral sex and there had been no penetration other than digital on either of our parts. Things were starting to get out of our control, but we weren't truly conscious of that yet.

On one occasion, she had straddled me on her couch during my lunch hour, wearing nothing but her panties and had grinded against me while sucked and played with her breasts until she came. She then got on the floor and asked me to cum on her face (but not in her mouth). That was as close to PIV sex as we had come. I had tit-fucked her once and had cum all over her back once after rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks. We groped a lot, kissed a lot and came a lot, but always in private. This would be our first time out in the open.

We arrived at the party and I could tell she was a bit nervous. I was nervous, as well. We have a wide circle of friends and we’re not unknown among our city’s more influential people. Having it become public that we were 1) At this party and 2) there together would be a huge embarrassment for both of us and, obviously, would further jeopardize our marriages. But, we had been assured that this was a safe space where everyone respected the privacy of those involved.

The party started at 8 p.m. We arrived around 10:15. The house was set in a nice residential neighborhood. Each house stood on about a half-acre of land, so there was some separation, but certainly not a lot. Jenn’s and Matt’s house was a nice little Cape Cod. The curtains were drawn, but dim light shown in the windows. Cars were parked along the street and we could hear the soft thud of dance music playing inside.

We had been instructed to go in through the back door, so we walked through the carport and let ourselves in through the gate in the fenced back yard. The fence was 10-feet high, offering a lot of privacy. The house backed up to a park, so there were no neighbors behind. There was a large deck off the back of the house with a hot tub in a private enclosure and a small walkway that lead to a modest swimming pool.

Walking up to the deck, we could see shapes moving around inside. We knocked at the door and Jenn peeked through the curtain, exclaiming in delight as she saw Rachel’s face.

Opening the door, she squealed, “Oh my god! I’m so glad you’re here! I was afraid you weren’t going to come!”

Jenn was wearing a schoolgirl mini skirt and a white blouse with the shirt tails tied up to show her midriff. Each leg was covered with a thigh-high white stocking and she wore very tall black pumps. Only two buttons were fastened from the bottom up of her blouse, allowing for an eye-popping view of her enormous cleavage. She was quite curvy (think Gonewild Curvy), but well proportioned. She was wearing no bra and her nipples were just visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. There was a leather collar around her neck. Her arms and legs were heavily tattooed. As she leaned in to hug Rachel, one of her breasts escaped the confines of the thin shirt, It was large and veiny, but relatively perky. She laughed as she pushed it back inside her shirt.

“Dammit … these things have a mind of their own tonight,” she said with a grin as she turned to me. She grabbed my hand and shook it enthusiastically.

“You must be Fizzy,” she said. “I’ve heard a LOT about you! Welcome to the party!”

We walked into the kitchen and Jenn’s husband Matt introduced himself. He pointed to a sign on the fridge and told us that we were more than welcome in his home, but the rules on the sign must be observed at all times.

The hand-lettered sign read:

Welcome to our little gathering! Have fun tonight and explore as much (or as little) as you want. However, please observe the following rules:

• 18+ only
• Absolutely no illegal drugs. Anyone caught using an illegal substance will be asked to leave immediately and will be banned from all future gatherings.
• Light drinking is fine, but anyone deemed highly intoxicated will be asked to leave.
• Individual boundaries MUST be respected WITHOUT exception. No means no. (Unless another safe word has been agreed upon.)
• Unless you are invited, ask before joining in others’ play.
• Absolutely no pictures or video without consent from all persons involved.
• This is a judgment-free and safe zone. There will be no shaming of any kind. As long as it’s legal, it’s ok here.
• Couples should have agreed-upon boundaries before participating in any play. Jealousy has no place here.

Rachel and I both agreed that we could follow those rules. Matt opened the fridge and offered us beer or wine. I accepted a beer and Rachel asked for a glass of red wine.

Jenn smiled and said, “Are you ready?”

We both nodded.

“Ok! Follow me and I’ll introduce you to everyone!”

Rachel grabbed my hand as Jenn led us from the kitchen into the main room of the house. Electronic dance music played through large floor speakers, but not so loud that conversations weren’t happening.

As we entered the room, six couples were in various locations.

“Everyone, this is Rachel and Fizzy!,” she exclaimed. “It’s their first time here, so let’s make them feel welcome!”

She then turned to us and began introducing the other couples in the room.

They were:

Josh and Emily: a large barrel-chested man with short, dark hair and a petite blonde with long hair in two pigtails, one on either side of her head.

Jeremy and Caitlyn: A skinny hipster/geeky guy with thick black-rimmed glasses and a longish dark beard and a BBW (Gonewild BBW) with short red hair.

Zach and Liz: A slightly overweight guy with dirty blond hair and no real distinguishing features, and an equally nondescript woman with long dark hair in a pony tail.

Jay and Heather: A tall, athletic-looking guy (think basketball player) with dark hair and an athletic blonde (volleyball player).

Craig and Lindsey: Average sized guy with close-cropped blond hair and an African-American woman with frizzy hair down to her shoulders.

There were four other couples, as well, but they have little role in this story beyond being watchers or being watched.

The room was dimly lit by candles and a lone blue LED which was pulsing with the music. The party had been going for a while and everyone had consumed a few drinks. Some were fully clothed, others had lost an article or two. Some were having conversations; others were already on their way to more.

Caitlyn had lost all of her clothes and was chatting casually sitting next to Jeremy on the couch while she rubbed her shaved pussy almost absent-mindedly. He was rubbing his cock through his pants, looking hungrily at her huge breasts as she talked.

Jay and Heather were together on a chair. She was straddling him, facing away, with her legs over the arms of the chair. She wore tight jeans and a white tank top. One of his hands was inside her shirt, squeezing an exquisite breast. The other was down her unbuttoned pants, rubbing her between her legs as she leaned back against him and writhed slowly.

Zach and Liz were by the front window, checking out the iPod that was supplying the music. They seemed to have little to no interest in what was currently happening.

Craig and Lindsey were leaning against the way by the staircase, sipping mixed drinks and watching Jay and Heather.

Rachel gripped my hand even harder when she saw Caitlyn. It was her first time seeing a woman naked in person performing a sexual act of any kind (other than a strip club). She had seen women in the locker room, obviously, but that was always clinical. This was different. This was real.

I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek.

“You ok?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Just need a minute.”

All of the furniture was covered in bed sheets. I would discover later that there was a layer of plastic underneath the sheets to prevent fluids from coming in contact with the fabric. The floors had sheets on them, as well.

Looking around, I could see different rooms with signs on the doors. One was labeled “Voyeur,” another “Group Play.” A sign by the stairway to the second level read “Private Rooms This Way.” Another sign pointed to the basement door in the kitchen. It read, "Bondage."

Everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment to acknowledge us as we were introduced. Craig and Lindsey, perhaps sensing our unease, stopped watching Jay and Heather for a moment and came over to us. Jenn slipped away back into the kitchen to get another drink.

“First time, eh?,” Craig asked. “It can be a little overwhelming.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Just a little.” I grinned sheepishly.

Rachel was staring intently at Lindsey. She was wearing a tight black dress that ended just above her knee. Her skin was a beautiful light brown, matched by her eyes. Her lips were full and sensuous and the slightest grin hung there. Rachel squeezed my hand again.

Lindsey smiled wider as song changed and the music started to play a little louder. She reached over to Rachel, taking her by the wrist and pulling her to the middle of the room.

“Let’s dance,” she said as she started to move with the music.

Rachel smiled and Lindsey smiled back. Rachel finished her wine in one gulp and started moving, as well, shimmying while Lindsey ran her hands along Rachel’s body. Their bodies moved together as I sipped my beer. Others around the room started to notice and I could feel the mood changing. It felt like things were going to start happening. I moved out to the middle of the room, coming up silently behind Rachel. I began to move with them, rubbing against Rachel from the back, my hands moving over her body. Lindsey smiled again and wrapped her arms around Rachel’s neck, pulling her close. Her left leg moved between Rachel's legs and Rachel started to grind there lightly.

They danced that way for a while, just moving with each other and me. Finally, as the music changed again, Rachel turned around and slid her arm around my waist. Leaning close she kissed me deeply. She then glanced at Lindsey who continued to sway.

“I think I like it here,” she purred. “I think we should play.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/39mdc1/my_affair_the_party_part_i_mf