So I’m not the most socially savvy guy. Not used to crowds, bad at talking to people, some other examples. But recently I’ve been going to therapy, taking some meds and trying to push myself to do things and get in situations I’d normally avoid. So last month I found myself in the middle of a swingers night orgy.
I managed to wrangle a girl into coming with me as there was a blanket ban on single males attending – and rightfully so, would’ve been a sausagefest otherwise – and it annoyingly costed a fair amount, but hey, we were in. The first thing that struck me was for a small town this place was full to the brim. Among the regularly-dressed partygoers there were several older women with nothing on but heels – my ideal type. Unfortunately I never got to chat to any of them.
The layout was a bar out front, where you’d mingle and socialise with potential partners, and then there was the back room, a sprawling dark-lit chamber where the heat was boiling and the one rule was there was no clothes allowed. Eventually I met a lady who was increasingly eager to sit on my face and we made our way in. Now, there was no private or secluded areas, so she eventually dragged me to a couch in the corner of the room. We were right in the view of the rest of the room. Right in front of us was a woman strapped to a sex swing, getting railed seven ways to sunday and screaming her head off. I took it as a challenge. Next to them was a large couch/bed area where several bodies were in the throes of passion. Directly beside us was a couch of people just watching. An audience, if you will. After a few minutes of making out and grinding on my cock, she took off her fur coat, revealing a full body stocking. She practically tore off my pants and tossed them aside. As she planted herself on my face, bucking and moaning with pleasure, I detected a couple of other people watching us. I stuck my head out from her gasping figure to see an older man, fifty-something with grey chest hair and a hanging gut, and a slender woman, his wife, with freckles on her breasts and a pair of black heels on. They complimented me on how close I had managed to get my partner to orgasm within a few minutes. I grinned, looking the woman up and down, and asked if they’d care to join us.
The woman in the bodystocking slid off my face and was quickly replaced by this new one. She also enjoyed my tongue, not quite shivering as much as the former, but enjoying herself nonetheless. I was a bit bothered by the husband, who cosied up right next to my first partner, to the point in which if he leaned down a bit his scrotum would’ve brushed against my leg as I was eating out his wife. To counter this, I pulled her off my face and planted her on my cock. She loved it. She pulled me close, wrapped her legs around my back and bounced on it like a moonracer. As Stocking Girl sucked her husband off, she wouldn’t stop grunting in pleasure, telling me how much she adored my young cock inside her. This only made me pump her harder. Very quickly I ran out of steam, which annoyed me, to say the least.
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gotta go now, will add a second part later.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d088pv/my_first_time_at_a_swingers_party_part_1