Jan's First Swing Party

One day when my husband, Craig, and I were relaxing with a couple of good friends by the pool at our nudist club, the conversation turned to the subject of sex - how often we did "it", what were our likes and dislikes, how many partners we had each had and so on. At that time I had only been to bed with four men in my entire life, including Craig and my first husband, and one of the other two was a one-night stand shortly after my first husband left me and I was feeling sorry for myself. So I was very surprised and a little shocked when James and Kathy told us they had both had at least thirty partners. They went on to tell us they were swingers and that the variety they had introduced into their sex life had done much to enhance their own sexual experience and enjoyment together. They said we would be very welcome to join them at one of their parties if we wished, but I replied that, although I considered myself to be pretty broadminded, I could never do anything like that and the conversation moved on to other matters totally unrelated to sex. I was relieved because to tell the truth I had found the discussion of our respective sex lives to be more than a little embarassing.

On the way home from the club I was a bit miffed when Craig asked me what I thought about going to a party with James and Kathy. I considered that subject had been put to rest. I knew, of course, that Craig and his first wife had exchanged partners with friends a few times, but I thought he had put all that behind him. We had a good sex life and I was very upset that he would even think about having sex with another woman. I told him in no uncertain terms there was absolutely no way I would go to such a party and said very firmly that the matter was closed.

Next weekend we met James and Kathy again. They told us they were going to a party the following Saturday and asked if we would like to go along. Craig replied that we would think about it and let them know later on, but I put my foot down and flatly refused their invitation. Later that afternoon when Kathy and I were alone, she asked me what would be the harm in going to the party if only out of curiosity. She told me that all the couples who would be there came from the same age group and professional background as we all did and that I would be under no obligation to do anything if I didn't want to. After further reassurance from her that absolutely no pressure would be put on me to "perform", I agreed, very reluctantly I might add, to go. I made it very clear to Kathy that under no circumstances would I be a participant in whatever took place. She smiled at me and said that was alright but not to be surprised if I changed my mind after I had been at the party for a while. When Craig and James rejoined us, Kathy and I told them what had been decided and the ground rules which had been established. James and Kathy gave us details of the time and place for the party and we parted company.

On the day of the party I was like a cat on hot bricks. I was extremely nervous and afraid even. I really didn't want to go, but Craig said we had made a commitment and we were going to go through with it. He told me that after we got there if I was still uncomfortable with what was going on we would make our excuses and leave. That gave me a certain comfort level so I said "Oh, alright then, I'll go". I also told Craig that if he wanted to take part in the goings-on he could, but not to expect me to do so. It was very difficult for me to say to Craig that he could go with another woman because I couldn't understand why he could possibly want to go to bed with anyone but me.

The next problem I had was deciding what to wear. James and Kathy had suggested that we not wear very much. The less we had on, the more easily and quickly we could take it off, they said. Craig decided he was going in a sports shirt, slacks and string bikini briefs. For some reason I chose to put on a simple shift with nothing at all underneath. Maybe my subconcious was telling me what might happen!

The party was being held in a large suite at an apartment hotel. The furniture in the living and dining area had been rearranged to make room for a dance floor. A bar had been set up in the kitchen, there were two bathrooms, one with a jacuzzi, and at least three bedrooms. As soon as we arrived, we sought out James and Kathy and they introduced us to several other couples. All told, there were about ten or twelve couples there. They all seemed very nice, quite friendly and not unattractive. Indeed, several of the men were fairly good-looking. We spent and hour or so sipping a glass or two of wine, nibbling on snacks and chatting with three or four of the other couples. The atmosphere was very relaxed with soft lights and slow music, but I was far from being relaxed myself. On the contrary, I was absolutely terrified. If a man made a pass at me, could I turn him down? How would I turn him down? What happens if he won't take no for an answer? These were just a few of the questions which were rushing through my mind.

As time went by, more and more couples undressed and began to mingle and circulate in the nude. I noticed several men and women dancing together, but not with the partner they came with. I had to admit to myself that the sight of these nude couples dancing and smooching together was quite sexy. Two or three couples left the dance floor and went off to the bedrooms.

Then I got a real shock. Craig had left me to go to the bathroom. When he returned I saw that he had left his clothes behind. The fact that he had undressed did not really concern me. What I was not prepared for was to see him go up to Kathy and ask her to dance. It wasn't long before they were dancing cheek to cheek, both of them nude of course, with their bodies very close together and their hands roaming freely wherever they wished. I could not help but notice that Kathy seemed to be paying particular attention to Craig's penis. The music stopped and I saw Craig whisper something in Kathy's ear. She nodded in reply and they headed off, hand in hand, to one of the bedrooms. How can she do this to me, I thought - I'll never speak to her again. As for Craig, if he had to ask someone to go to bed with him, why did it have to be one of my best friends? Why did I agree to come to this stupid party? Just wait until I get him home!

Then I realised that I was the only person left in the room who was still dressed. Everyone else was nude so I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had to go to the bathroom anyway and while I was there I thought "OK, what the hell?", so I took off my shift and returned to the party room. Now at least I would fit in with the rest of the crowd. Actually, the act of undressing was not a difficult thing for me to do because, as a nudist, I find it very comfortable and natural to be nude with other men and women. However, I was not expecting to see the scene which greeted me when I got back from the bathroom. All the bedrooms had apparently been taken, so one or two couples had started to make out on a sofa bed which had been pulled out by the dance floor. It was the first time in my life I had ever seen ( or heard! ) anything like that, other than in the porno movies Craig had rented for us from time to time. The couples were obviously enjoying themselves and for a second time I had to concede that the whole scene was very erotic and pleasant to watch.

I went to the bar and got myself another glass of wine. As I was sipping on my wine, a good-looking man to whom I had been introduced earlier in the evening came up and asked me to dance. I was beginning to feel like a wallflower by now so I agreed. I knew the moment I had been dreading all evening was getting closer, but funnily enough I didn't feel quite as firm in my conviction that I was not going to get involved with anyone. As we danced, we engaged in some idle chit-chat about this and that, but with the music slow and sexy we soon moved our naked bodies together and were dancing cheek to cheek. I thought to myself "Have I gone crazy, what on earth am I doing on the dance floor with a man I had only just met for the first time and both of us in the nude? "

After two or three glasses of wine I had begun to feel quite mellow. I started to relax a bit and I put my arms around my partner's neck as we moved slowly in time with the music. My partner was gently squeezing my bottom. Then I felt his penis beginning to swell against my tummy. It may sound strange but I found that reassuring because it told me he thought I was attractive. He looked me in the eye and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. How I ever did it I will never know, but I reached down and put a hand on his bottom for a few seconds before I slid it between us and touched his penis. I was pleased to confirm that he was circumcised because, to me at any rate, a circumcised penis is much more attractive than one with a foreskin drooping over the glans. Anyway, my new friend's penis felt nice and when, after some stroking and fondling by me, it became fully erect it felt even nicer! By then our kissing and exploring of our bodies with our hands had become fairly intense and this, combined with the pressure of his hard penis against my tummy as we ground our bodies together while we danced, had begun to turn me on. I knew that my resolve was close to breaking down.

When the music stopped my new friend asked if I would like to go to the bedroom with him. To this day I cannot believe that my ears heard me saying "Yes, please, that would be nice"! By this stage of the evening most couples had finished their first encounter so one of the bedrooms was free for us to use by ourselves. That was good because I don't think I could have done anything with him if other people had been there with us. Even so, I still really couldn't believe what I was doing. Here I was going to bed with a man I hardly knew and couldn't even remember his name!

We spent the next hour together in bed. It was simply wonderful. While we were dancing I had told him I was attending my first party and that I was very nervous. I was so pleased when he did everything he could to make me feel comfortable. He did not rush things and he made sure that he was very gentle and patient with me. He began by asking me to lie on my tummy with my legs apart while he gave me a massage. His hands felt so soft and light as he ran them up and down my legs, the inside of my thighs and over my bottom. When he moved up and began to massage my back and neck I could feel his penis rubbing between the cheeks of my bottom. That was nice, very nice! He turned me over and began to run his hands over my breasts and tummy. My nipples became hard and raised. He was straddling me with his penis resting on my pubic hair and although he had not touched me there, my pussy was already quite wet in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen.

By now I had completely lost any reservations I might have had about what I was doing. I was becoming very aroused and anxious to join in the action myself. I reached down and took hold of his penis. It was very, very hard. I began to run my fingers up and down the shaft and around his scrotum. I put my hands on his bottom, pulled him towards my face and began to lick the tip of his penis with my tongue. We turned ourselves around so we were facing each other in the 69 position. I felt his tongue exploring the entrance to my pussy. I began to suck his penis while he flicked his tongue around my lips and in and out of my pussy. When he found my clitoris I moaned in pleasure. I knew I was ready for him and I was simply dying to feel his penis inside me. I whispered to him that I wanted him to fuck me, and, yes, I used that word, something I didn't do very often. I lay on my back, legs wide apart and in the air and very slowly and very gently he entered me. Boy, did he ever feel good! His penis was so long and hard he filled me right up. He began his thrusting and we were soon moving together in rhythm, his penis sliding up and down inside me, slowly at first and than more quickly and urgently as we abandoned ourselves to the pleasure of good sex. I was completely carried away, moaning and sighing softly as we continued to fuck. Then I felt his body becoming tense. I could tell from his grunting that he was close to his climax so I pushed him away and watched as he ejaculated onto my tummy. It was so exciting to see his semen spurting out on me as he pumped his penis vigorously.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and lay quietly together on the bed. I started to think about what I, a happily married woman, had just done. I had enjoyed some very good sex with a complete stranger. I was not ashamed, on the contrary I was very happy. I accepted complete responsibility for my actions and was very comfortable about it. There was just one snag, I had not had an orgasm myself. As we lay there we started to explore each other again with our hands, him caressing my breasts and pussy, me his penis and balls. I was thrilled when I felt his penis starting to become erect because I wanted him again so much. It took a while, but eventually became fully erect which was what I wanted. I just had to fuck him again because by now I desperately needed to have an orgasm.

This time I wanted to be in control so I got on top of him and slowly lowered myself onto his penis. I took him as deeply inside me as I could and began to ride up and down on him. Although I was concentrating on fucking my partner, for some reason I looked up and saw Craig standing in the doorway. He was with another woman and they were watching us as we fucked. He smiled at me and I smiled back. It was a strange feeling for me to be fucking another man while my husband watched me. It was obviously exciting for Craig as well because with the help of his lady friend, who was kneeling in front of him, he quickly became erect and they joined us on the bed. As I continued to ride my man, I was enthralled to see Craig and his friend starting to fuck. Here I was in bed with my husband making love, but not with him, while he was similarly engaged with another woman. Never in my whole life had I imagined myself in such a situation, but it felt fine. Could this be the same woman who swore she would never get involved in anything at the party? Yes, it was, and I was very happy and content with what I was doing.

I was also enthralled as I looked down and saw my partner's penis sliding in and out of my pussy as I moved up and down on him. He was helping me with his hands on my hips and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I began to ride him harder, told him I was about to have an orgasm, and groaned loudly when I came in a series of shudders. My body was tingling all over. It felt soooooooo good, so very, very good, as if all the tension which had built up in me in the days before the party and during the first couple of hours at the party had finally been released. Shortly after I had my orgasm my partner ( I still didn't know his name ) had his and this time I let him ejaculate inside me. All this time Craig and his lady friend had been in a world of their own, fucking merrily away beside us until they too had their orgasms.

The four of us went back to the party room and had another glass of wine. In a few minutes, Craig and I were approached by James and Kathy, the friends who had invited us to the party. They asked if we were having a good time and we said yes. Actually, I don't think we needed to say anything because the smug and satisfied expressions on our faces, especially mine, completely gave the game away. We chatted for a while and then after some fairly heavy flirting and petting we just seemed to migrate naturally to the bedroom together. It went without saying that I was with James while Craig and Kathy paired off together.We spent a very nice time masturbating each other and having oral sex. At one stage, I realised that it was not James's tongue which was pleasuring me but Kathy's. I was a bit surprised, shocked even, but I did not object because Kathy was very good at what she was doing. While Kathy was flicking her tongue in my pussy and around my clitoris, Craig was fucking her doggie-style. I told James to move over so I could stroke and suck his penis. After I had another orgasm thanks to Kathy"s tongue, and she and Craig had finished fucking, I asked James to fuck me which he did, ejaculating inside me as I had yet another orgasm.

By this time it was getting quite late and the party was starting to break up. We got dressed and left. On the drive home Craig asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I said I certainly had and he told me he had too. He had been with Kathy twice and two other women, although he did not have a climax every time. He asked if I wanted to go to another party if we were invited and I replied that I certainly did! I said it took a long time for me to overcome my reservations about being at such a party, but once I had done so I had absolutely no regrets about what I had done. We both told each other about our experiences at the party, in some detail I might add, and by the time we got home we were both so turned on again that as soon as we got inside the door we tore our clothes off and went straight to bed. As he slid into me Craig told me it was a big turn-on for him to feel his penis in my extremely slippery pussy which was still full of the juices left behind by James and my first lover of the evening. It was exciting for me too, knowing that my husband was about to leave his calling card where my two previous visitors had been and come!

The next time we saw James and Kathy at the nudist club, they were very keen to hear about our reactions to the party. They knew the answer in advance, of course, and I could see Kathy looking at me with a sort of "I told you so" expression on her face. As soon as we said we had both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, they told us there would be another party in two weeks' time. We confirmed immediately that we would be there. I could hardly wait because I knew this time there would be no holding back before I got right into the swing of things.

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