The door bell rang and my stomach did its nervous flip-flop. I don’t know what it is? I have been a “swinger” for 14 years but I still get nervous at the beginning of a swinger party even after all that time? I hesitated at the door, my hair looked pretty good - swept up on top of my head. My make-up was heavy; I guess one could say it set a definite “Look” : Sluty. The “Look” kind of fit with the party’s general theme -- two long-repressed ‘good wives’ just trying to have some fun! “Coming out” -- not as lesbians but as long secretly repressed -- Sluts! Dark Sluty colors. False lashes: porn movie length. Black Eye-liner, with contrasting purple splashes. Cheek blush, eye shadow. ‘Hooker Red’ lip stick – if Maybelline sold it -- I had it on. It was my first – “Post-Divorce Party”. I wore a pair of insanely high 7 inch black “dancer” heels, black nylons (with back seam!), a pair of practically see-thru lace thong panties, a matching lace garter belt whose flamboyant garter straps, complete with bows and ruffles supporting my nylons, and a black-lace push-up bra that thrust my gigantic Double D Cup Breasts up and out into an avalanche of olive tone cleavage. When I opened our front door I trust that cleavage right into the face of our first two guests – two married men I had known in my former life as a married ‘swinger’. I did notice their eyes never left my Double D’s -- As we caught up on what was new in our life’s since the last time we saw each other…eventually we kissed. Not a peck on the cheek but deep French kisses. AS they kissed me both the Lotharios let their hands range all over my breasts feeling me all up, sneaking into my bra, titillating my sensitive nipples. I did not complain. I did not say no. I had to laugh however, the kisses and feeling-up of my chest took longer than the life “catch-ups”! LOL!
Wendy and I, were new friends, we had been thrown together by the collision of our two divorces. It was Thanksgiving. The most family orientated of all the holidays. But after having been ‘the good wives’ for all those previous family Thanksgivings - we made sure Wendy’s kids were tucked away with doting Grandma and Grandpa and we decided on a trying a somewhat ‘less’ traditional Thanksgiving – ‘Get-To-Gether’!
We had printed our special – “Erotic Hostess Dress Code” -- right on the front of our homemade invitations! It boldly, slutily set-out the “adult theme’ of our little Swinger Housewarming!! It had seemed like such a great idea at the time(after several vodkas) “The Hostesses will be dressed in Garter Belts, Stockings and Heels – female guests (or their dates) wearing any more clothing then the “Erotic Dress Code” – will be assessed a fine to offset the Liquor Bill!”
Here I was -- opening my door at my first swinger party since my divorce – dressed only in lingerie -- heels and stockings – and nervous as hell! I was worst than at my first party! Perspiration was collecting on my face, running down between my breasts! Smiling as large as I could -- I opened the door and said…”Hello!” Lucky for me and my nervous mood -- the first guests were all mine -- old friends – from the swinger club that Robert (former husband) and I had belonged to forever. All of the men had ravaged my body before -- several times!! They were all males except for one couple and she was in the mandatory costume and looked really sexy!!) A half bottle of Grey Goose and a bunch of perverted friends stop by helped settle me down!
Wendy’s guest also started to arrive – younger, some couples but definitely more females – to my surprise -- in costume! Wearing sexy, very revealing (expensive) lingerie under their winter coats and yet still bearing gifts of booze! We had unwittingly stumbled onto some kind of formula – quite accidentally – the noise level rose as strangers meet, food was shared, old friends were caught up, new friends meet, contacts made.
I was kidnapped -- abruptly -- by two old flames I had invited from our Swing Club. They spent the necessary 5 seconds telling me what a fool Robert was to divorce me as they pulled me into my bed room! I couldn’t help but really laugh out loud – at how appropriate it was for me to be the first slut going into a bedroom to be presumingly be fucked! My partners tried to close the door; I shook my head “NO!” and in a low growl whispered… “Leave it open, there are a lot of men I have yet to met” … Without ceremony -- I reached behind my-self and I undid my bra and pulled my bra off. My breasts fell forward with a whisper, a swish. They maybe were not perfect but with their size and their four inch nipples – they were erotically attractive…even beautiful. There was no small talk …both men attacked my breasts – felt them and kiss them and sucked them and then traded-off my mouth, my lips, Frenching me!
I was xxxxxx rather abruptly, rather like a whore to my knees, cocks where pulled out, hard cocks, throbbing cocks, there was no asking “may I”!! It was expected! A cock was thrust into my face, at my mouth, at my lips, it’s big head, wet with pre-cum parted my lips….. I greedily, lustily I opened my mouth. He thrust his cock into my mouth. I wailed. I moaned. I groaned. I sucked. I sucked. I licked. I eat his big thick cock! I grunted. Groaned more. Tried to say something. It just came out garbled. I sucked his cock. He let his head fall back! His eyes closed! “Dam! Dam! Dam!! Dee Dee!! You always gave the best Blow Jobs! Those Dam Lips! Those Cock Sucking Lips!
…..I sucked him. Hard. With passion. I was motivated. I deep throat-ed him. He cummed in my mouth. I swallowed his cum! I kept his cock in my mouth till I captured every half ounce of his sticky white cum! All of it. WHEN he staggered away I accepted his partner in my mouth. I had been stroking his partner’s cock as I sucked his buddy. I sucked with abandon. I deep throated him as well . He pulled out however and cummed with great groaning and passion in my face. All Over my face. With Lust in My face. Spilling gobs of cum on my cheeks, on my chin, my lips, my nose, my hair…finally I cleaned his cock with my mouth.
We fell on the bed…. My thong somehow came down and cocks went in me …my pussy was spread…I spread it…. I welcomed them…. I invited them in…I wanted it …..hard…. in and out …..out and in …. and I spread my legs wide …. wide and he went in deep and again and in…. deeper and I moaned…..loud …..he came out. They alternated fucking me. The alternated kissing me and their hands and mouths all over my breasts, on my nipples. My nipples had been so sensitive since I was 13 …sensitive to any touch but especially the masculine touch. I started to moan and groan and express my appreciation for their maleness. I was loud; I had been a cheerleader after all. I had left the bedroom door on purpose…. 23 minutes into our first swing party , at our new apartment -- it was clear to any one in attendance that there were people fucking in one of the bedrooms. Word spread fast it was Wendy’s older roommate. That slut Dee Dee and it was Not Dee Dee with one man butt That Slut Dee Dee with TWO Men! It was noisy fucking. Erotic fucking. We attracted attention to ourselves butt I was not embarrassed – the afternoon Thanksgiving Swing Party started with a very Hot fuck session and never looked back! Seconds anyone? Thirds?
(Maybe it was the naughty theme of the affair on what is usually such a “family day” (blush)! Definitely the sexy costumes of the female guests helped, and the fact that the girls bought into it. The holiday time restraints -- singles or with-it couples who wanted to fit a fuck in before heading to a boring dinner at wonderful Aunt Tilley’s or before heading home to the kids and the babysitter – had an option! A great option! The fact that booze was flowing and Smoking Robinson was on the sound system all conspired to make our first party not only a success butt ‘A Swinging Home Run”. I know my young friend Wendy got hammered by Captain Morgan and several of the men she invited…and by one of my “Grandpas”! A lady does not talk about such things butt who every said I was a lady --! I couldn’t believe it! Here I was the “experience” swinger and I was the one obsessing, nervous and the supposed neophyte Wendy was reacting like an experience madam in a Paris brothel! )
.... and yes Robert could strap me in so I was "available" for the "taking" ....blush! It was all part of being dominated and rather exciting....blush! I guess you ad to be there! LOL!
