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30 Aug 2018


This is going to be quite a long story – so it will be posted in two parts…

... and if anyone involved in the story or the party has any objection to the story, please contact me directly and I will delete it...

Vanessa and I love sharing with each other the stories of our various “exploits” – those that we enjoy together, but also those we enjoy while apart, both of us loving to tell and also hear of the fun the other has been having. However, because of constraints due to work and family commitments, but also largely due to the fact that she really prefers just to have fun with me, and things that I might arrange for us, Vanessa generally has a little less to share than I do. She has a very good friend who also has both a naughty streak and a naughty boyfriend, and she has had fun with the two of them without me present, and has really enjoyed telling me about those fun times, as well as a few other occasions when she has had fun on her own.

She decided that it was “time to expand her horizons” a bit… She saw an advert for a Swinger Party on her Facebook “Events” page, and decided to register, intending to attend the party with her naughty friend and the friend’s boyfriend, but at the last minute the friends pulled out. Despite me encouraging her to attend by herself, she decided against it, saying she was not wanting to go play on her own, and the opportunity came and went. I thought that was the end of it….

Some months later she received another invite, this time to a party being arranged by the same people to celebrate Jane’s birthday (I’m changing or hiding some names here in an effort to protect identities, but those who were involved will know who we are talking about, and John and Jane have since given me permission to use their names).

Again she intended to go along with a different lady friend, but the friend wasn’t interested, and again it seemed it wasn’t going to happen. Then suddenly Vanessa changed her mind, and really surprised me by saying that she was going to go anyway, even if it did mean going on her own! I was delighted with her decision, and I let her know that that was the case (I would most unfortunately not be able to attend).

She joined the chat group where the upcoming party was being discussed, and then also sent me the invite to join (seeing as it was an “open party”), so that I would know where it was and what she was up to. Although she was definitely new to the group, she was nice and sexy and chirpy in the chats, and it was soon very evident that the friendly folks would be keen to meet her. Although the party was to celebrate Jane’s birthday, the organisers (John and Jane Swing, and the party hosts Stoutgat and Kim) obviously have everyone’s details on record, as they soon wished a “happy birthday” to one of the other guys in the group, and then to Vanessa as well, on the occasion of their birthday (celebrated on the same day).

On the Friday morning before the party, she and I were able to have a very erotic chat very early in the morning, talking among other things about how excited (and aroused!) she was at the prospect of the party, and she sent me a very naughty and very explicit video that she made for me as she showed me just how aroused she was, and later in the day I sent her a similar one back.

With it having been her birthday just a couple of days before the party, and also the birthday of one of her family members on the day of the party, things were pretty hectic in her life, and due to a technical problem with her phone, Vanessa needed to leave the (extremely busy!!) chat group, and left me to monitor what was happening.

On the day of the party, due to having to help arrange and cater for the family party that she attended in the afternoon, she ran very late, and didn’t get everything done that she intended. Although she had let the hosts know on the group (before she left it) that she would be coming a bit late, and because she was now starting to get very nervous (and even have second thoughts about the idea of attending!), and was running even later than she had hoped, she agreed when I offered to let the group know that she was finally on her way, and to ask them please to treat her with gentle care due to this being her first time out.

Vanessa would then let me know when she was on her way to the party, when she arrived there, whether she would be staying over, and when she got safely home if she did not sleep over – and even perhaps how it was going during the course of the party, if she got an opportunity. I would be waiting up for her to message me. I was possibly more excited than she was (at this stage she was still a bit apprehensive!), at the prospect of her being at the party, and then hearing all about it afterwards!

Before she left home, she sent me a pic of her outfit, an “oversized” man’s shirt and long boots, and asked whether I thought she should wear her underwear and her jeans while en route to the party. I suggested that, for the sake of decency, and in case of car-trouble along the road, perhaps she should… but it seems like she didn’t necessarily apply all of my advice! ???? (well, she told me afterwards that she removed certain items of clothing while still in the car only once she had arrived outside the venue!)

I sent the group the following message: “Hi guys. Just to let you know that Vanessa is now on her way… she left this group for a tech reason this afternoon, but will be joining you soon. I forwarded to her the location pin that she asked for… Please be gentle with my Vanessa this evening… this is her first party, and the first time that she will be out playing on her own, without me… she is really quite nervous!! So please treat her nicely, so that she’ll want to come back again”. I sent her a copy of the message too.

I then had a great and adrenaline-filled evening just imagining what she was up to, as there was no message beyond her letting me know that she had arrived safely (no “interim feedback” at all – she just stayed off-line!)… Until, three hours later, around 11pm, she came back on-line and there was a message saying she was now on her way home. I waited the half hour or more that it took for her to get home, and then she messaged me to say she was back, and was wanting to shower quickly before getting into bed. I knew she would be exhausted from the hectic past few days. She gave me a very brief synopsis of what had transpired at the party, and assured me that she had enjoyed it. She mentioned she had another busy family day planned on the Sunday, and so we agreed that we would chat on Sunday evening, when she would give me all the juicy details!

And on the Sunday night, as I sat in front of the TV pretending to watch some motor racing, she sent me many long detailed Whatsapp messages…

Here is Vanessa’s story, as sent through on the Sunday night, very slightly edited (and amended a bit after we had a chance to meet up again and go through the draft of the story together to make sure I had it right!):....

I was very nervous to get out of the car and go in, but then I thought I could always leave if I was uncomfortable. I decided to watch your video again because I knew how horny it would make me. They opened the gate for me and I walked across the lawn towards the front door, where I noticed four men were standing, one of them being our host Stoutgat who gave me a hug, and welcomed me. I walked in through the front door, and was very much aware that all eyes were on me. They seem to all know each other rather well.

There were another 8 people, I worked out later on, who were also new to the group, but they had come as couples, with me being the only new single female.

You walk straight into a mingling area where there is a bar – it’s a rectangular room with the bar at one end, and the entrance to the lounge at the other end, with couches along the one side.

Our hostess Kim popped into the room and welcomed me with a huge big warm hug, with JohnSwing right behind her, also greeting me with a hug and a very evident look in his eye that he would have no objection to my advances if I were to make any.

Kim immediately unbuttoned my shirt so my white bra was clearly visible and decided to tie a knot in my shirt at the bottom, declaring it too long. Unfortunately I had no panties on, so fortunately with the knot in my shirt my pussy was then just covered, although my bottom was totally covered as the shirt was a bit longer at the back.

They then insisted that I come and see my surprise gift. Which then meant that I would have to go through into the lounge. Laughing, they proceeded to pull me through into the lounge where a mattress was placed on the floor and there were more comfy couches again along the walls.

The lounge had quite a few people in it, sitting and chatting. I walked through and greeted everyone in general with a smile and a hello. Kim marched me over to Jane and announced that our other birthday girl has arrived. Jane then gave me a hug and a friendly kiss, nothing suggestive, and I told her she looked very sexy.

I then once again was led to the bottom of the room where the food table had been set up, to find a big “happy birthday” balloon waiting for me, tied to beautiful flowers and a box of chocolates. I thanked Kim with a hug, as well as John, who gave my bum a hard squeeze... and they both told me to relax, enjoy the evening and mingle, and then disappeared.

I decided to return to the bar and pour myself a glass of wine. As I walked towards the bar a lady stopped me and admired my outfit. Blushing, I told her I was slightly rough down below, as I had to shave rather hurriedly before coming as I couldn’t find the time to have a wax - and that my lover would normally shave me when needed, so I had no idea if I had done a good job or not.

She asked if I would mind if she had a feel. Not quite sure how to respond, I decided to say “not at all”, whereupon she rubbed my mound and between my legs and then pronounced “not a bad job at all”, and asked would I mind if her husband could also feel, to which I again replied “not at all”. He then did the same, and proclaimed “very nice”!

We chatted in general for a while, and I then went and got myself my glass of wine.

I walked back through into the lounge where a number of ladies, including birthday girl Jane, were enjoying themselves playing on the mattress. Nothing too vigorous, all of them clothed, but some light fun with all in the room watching them in between chatting. I walked to the back of the room where the table was, which then led through a sliding door outside into the back garden where some were braaing and socialising.

I greeted everyone there with a wave and a smile saying “Hi, I am Vanessa”. Some of the men said “Oh, you are the other birthday girl”. But in general everyone just said hello.

I popped back inside where a guy called M caught my attention; he was leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the kitchen opposite the table.

He said he had seen your message about me being on my way, and that I should not be nervous, which then led into a conversation as to how I have only played when you have been with me. He asked if we had fun and I said we most definitely did, and that you were the first person that had ever made me squirt. Which immediately piqued his curiosity.

He asked if I would like to play, and I agreed (quickly running to the car to grab my towels and a black refuse bag to lay under the towels - only to find that I had no black bag, which I would really prefer having). John asked why I would need a black refuse bag and not just a plastic bag, as he tried to help by looking for one in K’s kitchen but could not find one. I laughingly replied “because I never know what may happen when I am being played with”, and gave him a wink.

I told him not to worry about the bag as I would improvise, and M quickly guided me though the kitchen towards the bedrooms. We found a room, closed the door and began undressing. I had made a plan, using the plastic bag I had brought the towels in.

He played with my nipples which, as you know, are quite responsive, which he appreciated and enjoyed.

He then let his hand wander down between my legs, and started rubbing my clit and fingering me, which got me moaning. I was rubbing his cock which was by now nice and hard. He kept fingering me and rubbing my clit, which got me to squirt a bit, and he seemed quite happy with the result. I leaned over and started giving him a BJ which he was enjoying, it seemed, but then asking me to stop as it was a long night and my attention was going to make him peak too early in the evening. By then he was playing with my pussy again and he managed to get another squirt out of me, and then I laughingly thanked him for all his attention and said I would appreciate if we could go back to the lounge as he had tired me out and I needed some water.

We quickly tidied up and returned to the lounge. It was quite obvious to everyone when we returned that we had both enjoyed ourselves.

I had a glass of water and then walked into the lounge where the mattress was on the floor. Going to sit down on the couch, one of the ladies “C” (Unea) motioned to me with a suggestive smile where she was lying on the mattress. I knelt on the mattress close to her and she proceeded to give me a deep kiss. Smiling, she asked if I would like to lie down on the mattress, and I obliged, knowing full well that if I did lie down something was bound to happen, but not having any idea what. But I decided to deal with whatever happened when it did.

She leaned over me and pulled my hands up and tied them above my head. Another of the ladies “M” had also now knelt down on the mattress and started to blindfold me, saying that I could say stop at any point and they would. But I could not move, I had to lie with my hands tied above my head while blindfolded.

M had her underwear on, covered with a thin top, but C was still fully clothed.

C asked how high my pain threshold was and I replied “high”. Obviously by this stage I was naked, my shirt having fallen open. She then must have taken nipple clamps and put one on each nipple – not really my thing, as you know I much prefer my boobs and nipples being played with, rather.

They poured oil onto me and started to give me a massage, with M (well I think it was M, although I’m not sure because of the blindfold) playing with my clit and fingering me. C (I think it was) would occasionally give me a deep kiss. I started to relax and enjoy the massage and the attention to my pussy. After some time of being massaged, my legs were bent at the knee and very much apart, so everyone looking on could have a view of my pussy being played with. I could feel I had squirted a little and decided by then that I had had enough. And thanked them for their attention and got up off the mattress once the blindfold was off and my hands untied.

Unfortunately I had squirted off the towel we had put down, and there was a wet patch on the red sheet which was totally noticeable. Laughing, C shouted to Kim to bring clean towels, joking “clean up required on aisle 2”!!

I went off to the loo, then had another glass of water and went back to the lounge. I noticed that they had another woman laying on her stomach but wasn’t really interested to watch that, and asked if I could sit down next to a couple, his wife sitting on the chair and him on the arm of the chair.

He introduced himself as Herman and I think his wife’s name was different M. He offered to fetch me a glass of wine and I said I would like that. He went off and returned quickly. We started chatting and they asked me how I became involved in the lifestyle. I explained that normally I was with my partner redbruce but he could not make it for tonight. They or he at least must know you, as they then mentioned the name of someone else they knew that you know well.

We chatted for a little while longer, and then Herman leaned across and asked if he could give me a kiss, to which I replied that, if it would not upset his wife, I had no problem with that.

He gave me a deep kiss and then asked if I would like to go play – and I said yes. Once again I walked through the kitchen and into a different room where there were quite a few mattresses. We closed the door and I proceeded to take my shirt off (as by now I never bothered to put my bra back on). H undressed and we lay down together on the mattress but not before the towels were in place. He was certainly quite well endowed! He said there was no need to touch him as he enjoyed just giving pleasure, and I replied smilingly that I do too.

He fingered me, playing with my clit. By this time he was hard and rolled on a condom and started fucking me, saying he had had his eye on me from the moment he saw me walk in. After a while he withdrew and started fingering me again, playing with my clit as well. Right then I squirted which he really appreciated.

Once again I thanked him for his attention, and said now it was time for me to leave and go home. We cleaned up and went back to the lounge where I found Kim, and thanked her for my gift and the wonderful party.

She offered for me to sleep over, which I politely declined, explaining that I had an early morning start, but perhaps next time if I am invited back to another of their parties.

I went outside and said a general goodbye. A lady was outside near the fire, surrounded by a group of guys, and she seemed to be letting her group enjoy giving her nipples some attention, each of them taking it in turn – she was still fully clothed, but pulling her off-the-shoulder top further down to expose her boobs. Men and women alike were playing with her as she is apparently bisexual.

As I walked back inside I said good night to John who said he was disappointed that I was leaving, as he had been hoping to spend some time with me. One of the younger single guys at the party (who is apparently known as the "stallion") was standing close by, and told me I don’t know what I was missing out on, seeming to be referring to the size of his package. Smiling sweetly, I told him some things are not all about the size.

Stoutgat saw me out to the car, saying he wished I could stay as the party was only really going to get started (this was at about 11pm!). I told him I was disappointed I could not sleep over, and perhaps if there is a next invite (to another party) I would think about it.

Me: Excellent, my lover! It sounds as if you had good fun, and also were appreciated by those who were there.

V: It was fun but I felt lost without you and would have had an even better time if I was with you.

Me: So you enjoyed every part of the experience, lover? And you’d be keen to go back to another party?

V: I did enjoy every part of the experience and most probably would go again, but I enjoy our experiences together even more, to be quite honest.

Me: So how does your day look tomorrow? Any possibility that we can meet to talk about your party experience?

…and with that we arranged to meet up the following day, in a place where we could be nice and private, so we could talk face to face as we discussed the fun she had had!

But a description of that time will need to wait for the next installment!....


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