We ran into someone we know at a swingers event [Group]

Every year our close friends host a swingers event at their home and they usually invite between 30-40 couples – they have a ridiculously massive house by the beach. The invites go out to friends and by word of mouth so it would normally be shocking to see someone from the “vanilla world” there.

They always do the same Emergency Room theme event because they’re both doctors, so it ensures you get like 40 dudes in scrubs and 40 girls in those cheap halloween store nurse outfits or vinyl mini skirts with red crosses on them. We always plan on thinking outside of the box, but then it’s a week before so we order scrubs and a white mini skirt off of amazon.

We gave our car to the valet guy and were mingling and drinking and hanging out and my husband, Brian, heads off alone to chat with a few guys we know in the lifestyle. They’re standing at the bar by the pool talking and I took my heels off and I’m dangling my feet in the water.

There are about a half dozen people swimming in the pool mostly naked, and I was just looking at them and sipping my martini. It looked like fun, so I unzipped my miniskirt and shrugged out of my panties and slid into the pool. I was leaning on the edge kicking my feet and waiting for my husband to come back before going to hang out with the crowd of people towards the shallow end. And then I see this one girl, a tiny redhead who looks really familiar and my mind starts racing to connect. She glances at me a couple times and we’re doing the, “who the fuck is this,” thing.

Then, I remember, this girl lives on our street, like three houses down, they moved in like six months ago. We see each other running all the time and my husband is kind of friends with her husband. And I have a sudden, “Oh shit.”

I look behind me and her husband, this dark skinned italian guy, is standing right next to my husband at the bar, but looking the other direction. I start sending telepathic signals to Brian, but he’s not getting them.

When I look back, redhead who has a name I can’t recall, is now staring at me with her head sideways a bit – clearly connecting the dots. I muster up a casual wave and smile and she does the same. Then I see her eyes go wide, and get replaced by a smile. Then I remember a conversation with them, the husband is a doctor, so he must know the hosts. I remember our kid goes to the same day care and my heart sinks a bit. I look back at Brian and he’s still facing away from her husband.

She starts casually swimming towards me across the huge pool leaving the group she was talking to.

“Hi,” awkwardness intensifies.

“Was it a long drive out here?” She asks me like we’re at a camp ground with kids telling stories.

“Not bad really, 20 minutes,” I say, trying to nonchalantly blend into the tiled wall of the pool.

Why is it when it’s a group of swingers you can be naked and talk and it’s no big deal, but this girl that lives on my street and I see at the grocery store with our babies has her tits out and I can’t stop staring at them like I’m trying to count the freckles. The only saving grace was she was doing the same to me. At least we didn’t do the awkward hug cheek kiss thing we normally do.

So we eventually get down to details and I ask her if this is the first event like this she’s been too, and we just totally open up and things get less weird quickly. This was their second swingers party, the first was two weeks ago at a local club (a party we almost went to, but couldn’t at the last minute because our sitter bailed).

“How was it?” I ask.

“It was really great, we didn’t talk to anyone else and kept to ourselves. We did a lot of dancing and drinking, and we played alone in a room, then felt awkward and went home.”

I told her that was basically our first time. We started talking the same way we talk with people in the lifestyle, talking about limits and stuff like that. She said her husband and her were fully open to swapping and exploring all of that but being really cautious.

Brian slid into the pool next to me having snuck back over without me noticing and he must’ve missed her husband totally because he was fully naked in the pool before he realized who I was talking to.

“Oh, Nicole,” he said slowly looking around unsure what was happening.

She laughed, we’d moved on from the awkward thing, even though he was just now living it. He was staring at her tits and covering his dick with one hand even though he was underwater.

She called out to her husband, Manny, and he came over, sitting on the edge and being like, WTF. Brian and Manny start legit talking about lawnmowers in like 10 seconds and I guess that got them past the awkwardness. So we all just get in the pool and drink and talk.

One of the fun things about this party is they do raffles ever hour for different things like sex toys, tickets to other events, gift cards, and at the end of the night they give away tickets to this swingers spa in Vegas.

Nicole gets out of the pool to find her tickets and Brian grabs his out of the pocket of the scrubs. Nicole and Manny ended up winning that hour’s raffle, it was this cool BDSM Package that had one of those sex wedges, handcuffs that velcro to it, a cock ring, a mini vibrator, and a face mask. It was kind of cool.

The rest of us get out of the pool and that awkwardness of being naked in front of people you know was pretty much gone. We’re showering in the outside showers by the pool talking more and we go into the pool house which is like one of the big designated play rooms and chill out areas. The downstairs is setup with a bar and couches and the two bedrooms upstairs are play rooms and there is a lounge up there with a huge mattress on the floor that is like a free for all zone.

So, we’re sitting on the couches on top of our towels and Brian and Manny make us some drinks. They’ve moved on from lawnmowers to complaining about the family that lives between us that never mows their lawn.

Nicole and I are talking more about the lifestyle and how they got into it, and she’s just grilling me with questions about how we got involved and what we do and how it affects our day-to-day lives. She’s asking about jealousy and libido and what it’s like to see my husband with another woman or him to see me with another man, and the husbands are plotting how they can lure the neighbors away from their home for an hour so they can tag team and cut their lawn.

Then, Nicole starts asking serious questions, like have I been with a girl before – Yes, lots of times. Am I bi – yes, I am. Is my husband bi – Yes, he is. How many times have we full swapped – maybe 20. Have we ever done separate room – Yes, a handful of times.

She tells me they haven’t done anything really with any other couples but her last boyfriend before she got married was in the lifestyle and she had a few threesomes with him, but she’s never been with a girl and it was intimidating.

“Do you want to practice kissing like it’s middle school?”

“You did that in middle school?”

“Yeah, like all the time.”

So, while the great plan to mow the neighbors horrible lawn was being solidified, I leaned in and kissed Nicole. She was hesitant and just kind of opened her mouth. I pulled her head in a bit and kissed her more, then she finally got into it and we were full on making out trying to hold on to drinks. Someone took my drink out of my hand and I leaned into Nicole pushing her back against the couch, pressing my naked body against hers, kissing her deeply. I heard the guys stop talking.

We pulled away and Nicole looked around at all the people milling about and asked if we could try that again in a more private place. So, the four of us went upstairs and one of the bedrooms was locked, and the other was open and empty. It looked like a hotel room, it was blandly decorated and had a basic queen size bed with sheets on it and generic paintings on the wall.

I led Nicole over to the bed and the husbands closed the door behind them, setting down their armloads of drinks. Manny was holding a whole bottle of wine in one hand and two half full glasses in the other.

“Just lay down,” I told her as I started kissing her freckly neck. She still tasted a bit like chlorine. She stretched out her lean body and put a hand on the back of my head. I was kissing my way down her stomach. Brian walked over by the bed, and I waved him off. He walked back over and whispered with Manny. They were both standing their with drinks, half hard.

I kissed my way down her abs and spread her thighs. She was very compact and her freckles didn’t stop at her chest, they covered her thighs and entire body. I pushed her legs apart and slowly licked the length of her already wet, shaved pussy lips. I slid a finger along them and she was soaked. When I pushed my index finger inside of her, she moaned and arched her back. I began licking in a more focused way and she clenched her body tight, and when I started running my hands across her legs and tummy, she relaxed and opened back up.

Nicole was VERY vocal. She squeaked when I bit her. She was moaning, saying my name, her husband’s name, and cursing endlessly. As she built to orgasm, she got wetter and wetter, and was shuddering. She started going, “ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” and was holding my head and shaking. Then, she let loose and cried out as she came. She’d been holding her breath and started panting hard and curled over in a ball.

“Nice,” Manny said from the other side of the room. I looked back and they were both there, hard, waiting to get like tagged in or something. Brian came over and kissed my soaking wet face. Manny was kissing Nicole and they were talking quietly.

Nicole rallied quickly and pulled me away from Brian, kissing me again, tasting herself on my face. Brian and Manny climbed into the bed. While we were kissing, they touched us softly, like a petting zoo exhibit they were afraid to startle. Nicole buried her fingers between my legs and then moved to go down on me.

I leaned back and Brian leaned in and stuck his hard cock in my mouth. Manny was fucking Nicole from behind and I knew she wasn’t going to be able to make me cum from her technique pretty quickly. I loved the effort though and leaned back and made some noise. Manny came pretty quickly and Nicole kept going down on me, getting a bit closer.

Brian laid down and I climbed on top, facing away from him so she could keep eating me out. She kept licking and tasting my clit while I rode Brian. He eventually came inside of me and I asked her if she wanted to stop, she pushed me to the side and spread my legs and kept going. She had figured out something because I could feel it now. I kept my hand on her head and she dug in, not slowing down. I felt it build, and then suddenly I had a hard, wave of an orgasm that lasted about 15 seconds. I had to pull her away and pull my legs up to my chest because I was shaking so hard.

Nicole slid next to me, pushing my hair out of my face and she kissed me, her lips and chin covered in my husbands cum. I kissed her back, licking at her face and cleaning her a bit. She cuddled up next to me, and Manny laid behind her. Brian big spooned me and we sat like that for a while.

Eventually Brian got up to pour more wine and we started talking again. We stayed in the room for about an hour, then I decided we should swim again. When we got out there, the place was almost empty and it had gotten pretty late. So, we left our cars and all uber’d home together. We said goodbye a bit awkwardly in the street.

The next day I woke up to a handful of texts from Nicole talking about how fun it was and how enamored she was of me and she sent me a picture of the bite mark I’d left on her inner thigh.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aehzoi/we_ran_into_someone_we_know_at_a_swingers_event