u/SexyTailer

This story begins with a messaging app exchange between my wife and one of the hosts of a private party. She saw a notification that a few couples were organizing to meet and that they were looking for some more to join them. It was upbeat enough for her to respond to, so she did and had a few exchanges with the host about the whereabouts of the party and how it was going to be. Considering our lack of experience, we didn't really know what we were getting ourselves into, but we went with it anyway.

We arrived at the party, and it was apparent that almost everybody knew each other. It was held at the basement level of an apartment building. The hosts said that the apartment was separate enough from everybody else that no one would hear what was going on inside.

We arrived and found it pleasant. It had two bedrooms, and in the living room there were an additional two mattresses on the floor behind the seating area. There were already a few guests and while we poured ourselves a drink and made acquaintances, a few more arrived and everybody went to the sitting area, positioning themselves in a circle.

We sat on the couch and slowly started participating in the conversation, trying to figure out who was who and what was what. The age group was slightly older than us, but there were some attractive people, and some women were already wearing lingerie. Two of them started a loud conversation about what they were wearing, and they happily displayed to everybody what their underpants looked like from all angles. So now, even before the party really started, two of them were parading the room in their underpants.

Most of the men were muscular, which was abnormal compared to the parties that we had attended so far. The women were about a head shorter than me, and I could not stop imagining how they would feel to the touch. One of the couples that was not familiar with everybody was really tall and the woman was slender and wore a beautiful long dress. For me, this was peak beauty and, being as inexperienced as we were, I constantly tried figuring out how to approach this couple and see what we could do.

All of a sudden, another couple that had been very quiet got up and said that they were leaving, thanking everyone. I had noticed them earlier and the way they left looked a little bit like they were offended, but later I found out that the man hadn’t been feeling in his element, so they had to leave. The woman from that couple, Barbara, was quite something and I will describe her in much more detail in a later chapter.

After a short while, two single guys arrived and sat with everybody else. From what I understood, they were familiar with the hosts and had been invited because they were all coming with recommendations.

At about ten in the evening, the hosts tried to play some group game. Each guest would come up with two statements about some facts from their sex life and the rest would try to guess what was true or false. The game was okay but not very engaging and after one round they gave up on it.

Suddenly - and I mean very suddenly - the hosts, Gary and Shelly, said, “Well, everybody knows what to do, so just get to it.” Then they grabbed a person each - one for the host, one for the hostess - and just went into other rooms, leaving the other couples sitting there looking at each other in awe.

My wife and I tried to make small talk with the ones that remained, but considering our lack of experience, we were not as straightforward as we should have been, so this probably marked us as a little bit unapproachable. So, we just sat there.

Meanwhile, the other couples that remained with us were in pretty much the same situation, and the hosts were making loud sex noises with the people that they had grabbed. After a few minutes, Shelly came out with the guy she had grabbed earlier and approached me and my wife and plainly asked us to go with them into the other room. My wife and I looked at each other, said, “Yes, we want to go with you,” and went with them, while Shelly held my hand and led me assertively to the bed in one of the bedrooms.

The room was lit with some LED lights, and I noticed a Hitachi wand lying there on the corner of the bed, already attached to the power socket.

We started making out and I told her that I needed some time to get hard, but she was having none of it. She laid me on my back and sucked me until I was hard enough, then asked me to put on a condom, which I did, and then she took my semi-erect penis and just stuffed it in her vagina and then she said, “See, everything is all right.” She fucked me like this for a little while and then I felt comfortable enough to put her in doggy style and have my way with her. Somehow the lack of pressure to perform made me comfortable and I was almost fully hard, thanks to Shelly the hostess. During all this time, my wife was pleasured by the other man and then he left and returned with the host, Gary, and they were having more or less the same type of sex as Shelly and I.

“Hand me my magic wand,” Shelley demanded while I was busy pounding her from behind.

While I was looking around, I heard Gary say, “Oh, magic wand, you’re going to see some magic now.”

I found the magic wand at the corner of the bed and handed it to her. She pressed it against her clitoris while I returned to pounding her in doggy-style. Then, I saw the magic. Every twenty seconds or so, she would command me to stop and then she would moan loudly and her body would go tense, her leg muscles spasming as she orgasmed violently against the magic wand. Then she would relax and I continued pounding her until her next orgasm, and it went on and on for a few minutes. Shelly experienced countless orgasms, in which I was only a helping hand to her magic wand.

Frankly, from all the excitement, I lost sight of my wife for almost the rest of the evening.

After trying a few more positions, Shelly and I disengaged and she led me to the other room, not forgetting to grab some water on our way there. She told me that this was the way she had sex: once in a while she would just get up to get some water and then go back, and she never paused for long conversations because then she would lose her arousal and wouldn’t get it back. The implication was that she could go for hours. I found out that the implication was correct and at this party she went non-stop for about five hours.

We went to the other room, which was lit dimly, and we started making out again, and then she demanded to suck my dick. She went at it aggressively, easily bringing it to an erect state. Then she wanted to jerk me off, so she grabbed some special lube that Gary and she had brought from some mystical place - this lube was fantastic, very smooth and nice to the touch, so she put a lot of it on my dick and started jerking me off with long, sweeping motions, very precise and practiced. It was very nice and it looked like she enjoyed doing this a lot.

Another guy showed up and she was familiar with him, so she called him over, grabbed some more lube, and started jerking off two of us together in synchronicity. While she did that, this guy and I discussed how nice it was to be handled like this while each of us held one hand on one of Shelly's breasts.

A woman appeared and grabbed the guy, so Shelly and I were left alone, and she told me to put on a condom, which I did, and this time I had no erection problems. I felt really good and no longer had performance anxiety problems. It felt liberating to be handled like this and finally I could enjoy the sex without feeling any pressure.

Shelly mounted me and started aggressively riding my cock while I grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and tried to move in unison. She wasn't reaching to kiss me, and I noticed over several attempts that while she would allow it, she would not encourage me to kiss. Now I know, this happens from time to time in swing.

One of the single guys appeared and approached us, so Shelly grabbed his dick and started jerking him off while riding me.

“Hey, how have you been?” she asked him without missing a beat.

“You know, not bad,” he answered. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I’ve just been to the other room. There is some action going on there. Hey, Shirley, do you want some DP?” he asked her without changing his tone.

I was listening and learning. It's not that my experience had been so vanilla that I couldn’t comprehend what was going on, but this was definitely some new ground.

“Sure, do what you want,” she told him and then addressed me, “You’re OK with some DP?”

The decision was in my hands, but a big part of the swing scene is not saying no to new experiences, and I was intrigued.

“Yeah, let’s do it, I’ll move over to the edge of the bed.”

I thought that if I lowered my legs from the corner of the bed, this would free some room for him to stand over my legs while her butt hung out from the corner so he could approach her easily.

Shirley and the single guy thought that this was a good idea too and, without protest, we moved to the corner of the bed where he stood exactly as I had planned, but somehow her butt wasn’t hanging out at all, so he made a weird move where he put a lot of his weight on her, which transferred partially to me, and then he went into her butt within a couple of seconds. No lubbing or anything and I did not see her lube up herself either. Later I figured out that she already had anal in her first sex, when we were still sitting in the living room. So, she was lubed and stretched.

The position was very awkward, but I felt his dick go in and out of her butt alongside my dick, which was positioned statically in her vagina. Shirley started moaning approvingly while the guy was clearly struggling, and since it was so disorienting on my end, my dick slipped out of her vagina and became limp within a few seconds.

Shelley decided to take matters into her own hands and pushed me to the middle of the bed, then she stuffed my limp dick into her vagina using the same maneuver she had used on me earlier and lifted up her butt slightly so the single guy could go in easier.

He positioned himself again and started fucking her in the butt while my dick fell out of her again, but I did not want to bring any attention to that fact, so there I was, pressed under her weight, being a pad to lean on while she was getting anally pleasured.

And pleasured she was.

She kept moaning and thrusting her hips upward towards his dick and after a while she did realize that I had slipped out, so she changed position to make it easier for the single guy to access her butt.

Then the single guy noticed that another woman had entered the room and he went to her, and Shelly jerked my dick into an erect position once more and sat on me again.

Gary, Shelly's husband, entered the room and asked,

“I heard there was some DP fucking here?”

“Yeah, some DP - do you want to do it too?” she told him.

“That’s why I came,” he exclaimed and then somehow, we moved back to the corner of the bed as if it had worked before.

Shelly sat on me and I braced myself for losing the erection while Gary carefully positioned himself in alignment with her butthole and went in to her lubed butt. After a few thrusts, everybody felt that the position was very unstable and my dick fell out of her vagina again. This time, I did not lose my erection, and it was obvious that the shortcoming came from the position itself.

“You know what? Let me be at the bottom,” Gary suggested.

“Are you OK with being on top?” Shelly asked me.

“Yeah, but let’s flip this over so I’ll continue in your pussy” I answered her not wanting to risk losing erection while Gary would change the condom to a new one.

And so, we did. Gary lay on his back at the middle of the bed, and Shelly carefully landed her butthole onto his dick and leaned back, supported by his hands, and spread her legs so I could go in.

Until now, I had only seen this position in porn. Let me tell you, real life is not porn. I heard that sex actors refer to themselves as sex athletes sometimes and I fully support this description because those people do the impossible.

Shelly lay on her husband with his dick in her butt and her legs spread out to the sides and I stood on my knees, touching Gary's legs in order to get closer to Shelly's wet opening. Both of them were looking at me, waiting for me to go in. Now, the height of her vagina was perfect - basically, it was the same as it would be if I were fucking her doggy style. However, the angle and the distance of her vagina from where I stood did not allow me to go in as easily and I needed to lean over and find my balance on my extended hands, balled in fists, and then I managed to squeeze my penis inside her.

Needless to say, this position wasn't stable either and, considering that I had no stable foundation and that I was the only one able to move, we tried this awkwardly for about a minute while laughing and making all kinds of giggly noises and eventually we broke off, defeated.

Shelly declared that she needed a drink and left the room while her husband saw some action at the other end of the room with the people that he was familiar with, so he left me too.

I didn't mind because I had had a very interesting experience and I wanted to have a drink as well, so I went to the corridor where the table with all the drinks and snacks was placed and struck up a conversation with a naked woman that was standing there.

Behind her stood the guy that had taken my wife away earlier and they were chatting, so I joined the conversation, which quickly turned into a kissing, caressing sandwich for that woman. The guy jammed her between us and started rubbing and inserting fingers while she was gently rubbing our cocks on each side, but then she disengaged because she wanted to go to the bathroom, leaving us there, standing with our erect penises.

I decided to go and look for my wife and found her lying in a little puddle of her own making. She informed me that she had learned how to squirt thanks to the other single guy who knew the technique. Later I would find out that many women had squirted for the first time when they joined the lifestyle and had no idea that they could do it before experiencing all the sex craziness.

The guy showed me the technique. While teaching, he demonstrated some of the moves on my wife, instructing me. His method was to have the woman lie on her side, insert two of his fingers into her vagina, and press against the spongy part at the front. The idea was to stimulate the G-spot very powerfully while also having a way to squeeze the woman's uterus, which would lead to her squirting if she got excited enough.

I did not realize at the time, but this discovery led to a very interesting collection of experiences that my wife and I would have for the next few years. The guy's technique wasn't quite right, as we found out later, but that was fine.

Then my wife and the guy and I started getting horny again and had ourselves a standard threesome with a couple of switches in spit-roasting, but the guy could not control himself and he spanked my wife very hard on her right butt cheek. This triggered an immediate response in her and she basically stopped having sex and aggressively pushed him away while yelling at him that he was not allowed to do anything of that sort without talking to her first. I noticed in this party and the previous ones that aggressive spanking was quite common, but I never liked doing it myself, even if asked, and I would never allow anyone to smack me like this in sex because it would be a complete turn-off.

It was the same for my wife, so I could completely understand where she was coming from, and from the sound that his hand made, it was a painful one.

When the guy was banished, we went for some sweets since sex demands so much stamina - eating something sweet in between sessions is a very good idea.

My wife and I went back to eat something sweet. When we stood there drinking and eating, I saw that the woman that jerked me and another man was standing there again with the same guy.

We started talking about nothing in particular and I did not plan anything sexual since I had lost my erection and thought that I would never get it back that evening. As we talked, the guy started caressing my wife's thighs and then they kissed and I kissed this woman and we started making out. Somehow, we ended up moving to a bed where the guy was lying next to my wife, caressing her all over, rubbing her skin and touching her intimate parts while she was melting into him, and I did the same to the woman, whose name apparently was Lana. I thought that she and her husband were very accommodating and we just lay there talking, and after about twenty minutes of talking, I felt that my erection was coming back to me and it was stronger than it had been the whole evening. The gentle experience that we were having put my mind at ease and, voila, that’s all I needed to regain control.

Lana's husband and I started being more assertive and the women reciprocated.

Lana was a little bit larger than Shelly, a little thicker and very well built. Her skin was smooth and white and her breasts were full. We were already lying flat, so I turned her to her side and started kissing her collarbone, her lips, moving down to her breasts while squeezing her butt cheeks, and then I moved my hand from her butt cheeks to her vagina and started looking for her clitoris.

Every once in a while, I would put my finger into her, and she would shudder from enjoyment. My wife was already on top of Lana's husband, sucking his dick.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” Lana suggested. Now, at this stage of our interaction, verbal consent for sex is not strictly required, so the nature of her question was probably just to hear it from me, as a form of sexy talk.

“Yes, please suck it,” I told her what she wanted to hear.

She motioned me to lie on my back and slowly moved down, cupping my balls in her right hand, and then she took the tip of my penis in her mouth and looked into my eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, she moved down the shaft and swallowed my dick whole.

She pleasured me like this for a while, got up, and told me to put on a condom. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and put it on.

“Do you want me on my back or on my hands and knees?” she asked me.

“Doggy, please,” I answered since it was my favorite position for getting to orgasm. She positioned herself, presenting her vagina to me, and I put a little bit of lube on my fingers and stuck them in, spreading it all over her. She moaned in response to my touch, then I removed my fingers and slowly inserted my penis into her. She moaned some more, I increased the frequency of my thrusts and within a minute I was going full throttle, pounding her from behind. Her ass was slightly bigger than what I'm commonly used to, and it had a unique shape where the top of it was touching my stomach without her tensing any muscles. It was a very interesting sensation and a completely new view from up top when I was looking at my dick coming in and out of her rapidly. She moaned loudly into the bed, her shoulders and head and breasts flat against the surface.

Then I looked at my wife, pleasured by Lana's husband in exactly the same position. I shifted my focus back to Lana and decided that I was going to try and continue like this for a few more minutes, during which my wife flipped Lana's husband over, mounted him, and was orgasming loudly, convulsing between each peak.

“If you want to come, do it now since I'm going to stop soon,” Lana urged me from below. I knew that I wouldn't get to the finish line as I was far from it, so I made a few more thrusts and pulled out. She and I breathed heavily, her skin glistening from sweat.

She lay on her back and we continued talking. I mentioned that the wetness on the bed on my wife's side was caused by her squirting, and Lana confessed that she was a squirter too and that the technique was to rub her G-spot forcefully while pressing the palm of the free hand against her pelvic bone.

Naturally, I wanted to try that, so I put my fingers in her and tried to make her squirt.

She let me do it and responded to my fingers with a few moans, but after a couple of minutes she informed me that she wouldn't be able to squirt, which was completely fine with me. I lay next to her and started caressing her body.

“Isn’t it nice that we can do it like that? Look at them having fun,” she pointed out to me, looking at my wife and her husband.

After a few more minutes, my wife came for the last time and collapsed onto the bed next to us. We found ourselves in exactly the same position where it all began, so we continued talking a little bit more and then we got up and saw that the party was pretty much over.

We put on our clothes and helped the hosts clean up, and after exchanging pleasantries with some couples that remained, we said our goodbyes and went home.

Later, I found out that Lana's husband wasn't her husband at all - he was someone else's husband, and they were just familiar with each other. This is a lesson for us all: if a woman is standing next to a man alone at a swing party, it doesn't mean that he is her partner.

When we came home, we exchanged our experiences and made some reclamation sex, after which we went to sleep peacefully.

True story, names and locations were changed beyond recognition.