0 comments/ 49396 views/ 7 favorites The First Party By: Denny The first party since my divorce. Of course it had to be a costume party. Most of the people there would not know me no matter who I came as. Except that new assistant that had joined our company about six months ago. She was the first female I had even wanted to talk to since I had become a single man again. The other people I worked with would usually just leave me alone. The office gossip was that I always stayed in a bad mood and was hard to get along with. The best rumor was that I had turned gay or at least bi-sexual. That made me laugh. They just didn't know how close they had come to guessing the truth. Lisa was about the only one that would ever talk to me. Lisa was a beautiful woman with a body that just would not quit. Every time she came near me those old feelings started running through my body. Then they would collide head on with the other feelings I had started having. Therefore, when she asked me to go to this party with her I had mixed feelings. Especially when she told me it was a costume party. I had no imagination when it came to these matters. I was about to tell her no until she told me that that she was going as a super hero and that she was going to make her own costume. That pretty much made the decision for me. I told Lisa that I had no idea about what sort of costume to wear. Before I could say anything else she offered to make my costume for me. In fact we would both be super heroes. That intrigued me so I told her to go ahead and make my costume. She had come closer to guessing what my new feelings were than anyone else. "I'll probably have to get you over for a fitting before the party," she said. "But don't worry it could be fun," Lisa added as she walked away. "Could this be the start of a new relationship?" I realized I had said that out loud when the lady next to me rolled her eyes. Oh well. Now I was excited and nervous at the same time. All I had been able to think about since the divorce were seeing women dressed in leotards and tights. I think that's what I missed most about my wife. She would always run around in her tight little spandex outfits. Moreover, when she did it usually ended in a good old healthy round of sex. My ex-wife knew it drove me crazy. The last time I stopped by the apartment to pick up the last of my things she was wearing red tights and a tight red spandex leotard. It was all I could do not to grab her and throw her down on the bed. Ever since that day I had been having weird thoughts about me starting to wear tights and leotards. I didn't know if that made me weird, gay, bi or all of the above. Two days later Lisa told me to come by her apartment and see how my costume was going to fit. After work I went home and took a shower and slowly made my way to her place. Turned out she didn't live that far from me. She lived in a four-story office building that had been turned into an apartment building. I knocked on the door and heard her unlocking the locks. When the door opened she was standing behind it so I couldn't see anything but her head. She smiled and opened the door further so I could come in. Her apartment was and old loft that she must have refurbished herself. It was very nice and homey and had the sweet smell of incense long since burned away. She redirected my attention back to her by grabbing my arm and walking to the living room, I think. I still hadn't looked at her. Then finally she walked in front of me and picked a sack off the couch. Geez, all she had on was a black long sleeve leotard and black tights. Naturally the tights and leotards were spandex. I didn't think it possible but she looked better than my wife ever looked. I know I was staring but my brain was stuck in that mode. I finally realized that she was trying to say something to me. When I recognized her voice I came back down to earth. She was trying to tell me that what she had on was part of her costume. Still having to sew some kind of trim on she said it wouldn't be so plain when she finished. I told her plain wasn't so bad and it actually looked good on her. Not knowing if what I had just said made any sense I wisely shut up. for a minute. Lisa still had the sack in her hands and handed it to me "Go in the bedroom and put it on," she said as she sat down on the couch and curled her legs underneath her. The sight of her little feet in those shiny black tights were starting to work on me. I walked in the bedroom and shut the door behind me. I dumped the contents of the bag on the bed and almost died when I saw what it was. Exactly the same thing she had on. Nice shiny spandex black tights and leotard. I picked them up and they felt fantastic. I really had wanted to try some Of these on for a long time but then I still didn't know what that would make me. Now, though, since this was going to be a costume maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about myself. In addition, the fact that Lisa was in the next room and would see me started to have its effect. I could feel that good feeling in my crotch. Then I remembered everyone at the party would see me. Oh well first things first. I took my clothes off and sat down on the bed and tried to pull the tights up. I did figure out that the label went in the back so I was already ahead of the game. I finally had the tights on and pulled up over my waist. That was one of the best feelings in the world. There's something about the feel of that material against my skin that I couldn't resist. I reached down and picked the leotard up and found the label, again, and put it in the back and stepped into the leotard. I pulled it up and put my arms through the sleeves and straightened it out. My excitement was already starting to show so I had to adjust myself by trying to hide everything down between my legs. The way that spandex leotard felt pulling against my crotch. It's almost as good as having sex. I took a step towards the mirror and knew if I had to move around very much I would have a mess on my hands. Well not actually on my hands but in my crotch. I looked at myself in the mirror and actually liked what I saw. I really did have a good body. Nothing like a woman's body, of course, but good none the less. I couldn't stand there all day looking at myself and I didn't want that bad feeling to start so I walked to the bedroom door. I cracked open the door and asked Lisa if I really had to wear this for my costume or was she just trying to make a fool out of me. "No, no, no," she said, "don't be embarrassed in front of me and I really want to see how good you look in those." I slowly opened the door and walked out. She watched me all the way. I could see her eyes moving up and down my body. Then she zeroed in on my crotch. I could tell that I was still showing my excitement standing there with her looking at me and me looking at her. She broke the silence by telling me to turn around which I did apparently too fast. I had to turn around again and stop so she could look at my butt. "Damn you look good in those," she said. I turned back around facing her. "Do I really have to wear this in front of people?" I asked her. "I mean you can see everything about me" "Yeah, I see what you mean'" she said as she smiled and looked down below my waist. Then she explained that I would have a pair of briefs on over the tights and leotards like Superman wore. "But for now we won't worry about those yet," she said as she reached out and pulled the leg holes in the leotard down. Luckily she didn't brush my crotch or else I'm afraid it would have been all over. She sat back down on the couch and motioned for me to do the same. When I sat down the leotard pulled tighter and felt like it was going up my butt. Again it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling in fact it was pleasant. I was really enjoying this. She started telling me how the costumes would look like when she finished everything. Our costumes were alike because we were going as a husband and wife super hero team. As we sat there I just wanted to take her in my arms and get both of us out of these costumes. Not now but maybe later I had to keep telling myself. After sitting there for another thirty minutes I told her I needed to get on home. I leaned over closer to her and put my hands on her legs. Just the feel of the spandex tights on her almost made me loose it all right then. I gave her a little kiss on the lips. She didn't pull away so maybe that was a good sign. We both stood up at the same time and she automatically looked down at my crotch and could see the effect she was having on me. At least I wasn't embarrassed anymore. I asked her, hoping that she would think that I was kidding, if I could just wear the costume home under my clothes in case someone needed a super hero later that night. Only thing was that I wasn't kidding I really didn't want to take the tights and leotards off. She just laughed and said maybe later but she needed to finish the costumes because there was only two days left until the party. I went back to the bedroom and took the costume off and got dressed. I started walking out and walked by her and gave her another little kiss and hug as I left. I just had to get one more feel of those tights and leotards. I went home and ate. Soon as I finished eating I jumped right into bed. I could still feel the marks on my skin where the seams if the costume had dug into my skin. I knew I'd better get to sleep before I had to relieve that feeling in my groin. Of course the only dreams I had that night were of me wearing those tights and leotards. I woke up that next morning not knowing what I was going to say to Lisa. I sure was hoping she didn't have any good friends that she could tell about the last evening's events. I didn't get a chance to see her until it was almost time to go home. Lisa walked in my office and handed me a box that was taped up tightly. She told me that was my finished costume and to try it on that night to make sure everything was okay. She even looked good with all her clothes on. I thought back about last night and started to get that ache between my legs again. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't. Walking out the door she said she had a good time last night and looked forward to the party and seeing me. With the emphasis on the seeing me part. I couldn't wait to get home and try on my costume. I rushed in my building and got lucky and caught the elevator the fist time. I opened my apartment door and went straight to the bedroom and took off my clothes. I couldn't get all the tape off so I had to tear the box apart to get to the costume. A Polaroid picture fell out. I picked it up and saw that it was a picture of her in her finished costume. Looked like all she had done was sewn on a big M and a little rs on the front of her leotard and had put a pair of bright red briefs on over her costume. The briefs were so tight it still but it looked great. I pulled the leotard out of the box and saw that mine had a big M and a little r on it. And the red briefs were lying on top of the tights. I guess we were going as Mr. and Mrs. Super hero. I pulled the tights out of the box, with the label in the back, and tried to put them on standing up. Couldn't do it, almost killed myself. How do women do that? I had seen my wife put pantyhose on all the time standing up. Oh well, that's one of those mysteries of life. I sat down and pulled the tights on. Next the leotard, before I pulled it up all the way I had to tuck everything in again. Once I had my arms in the sleeves I pulled the briefs up over the costume. They were super tight, I'm glad spandex can stretch.. And that just made my crotch feel so much better. I looked in the mirror and knew I looked good but would other people laugh or make fun of me. Probably not, I thought, everyone would see how great Lisa looked in her costume they wouldn't notice me. I picked up the picture of Lisa and laid down on the couch and stared at that picture. The leotards and briefs were really pulling tight and I found that the more I squirmed around the more that feeling built up inside me. I didn't realize it at first but I was on my way to one big orgasm. And by the time I did realize what was going to happen it was too late. I couldn't stop it. I was shooting everything that had built up inside my costume. I thought it would never quit coming. I was so wet and sticky I didn't want to move. But that was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I lay there for awhile on the bed and I fell asleep. The feeling of the slippery spandex against the sheets almost hypnotized me. I woke up and it was midnight. My crotch was still pretty wet and sticky but now, strangely it felt good. However, I knew I had to have the costume cleaned up by the next night. So I took everything off and tried to wash them out in the sink. I had seen my ex-wife do it plenty of times so I did it just like she used to in cold water and hung them up to dry. I went back to sleep and slept heavy the rest of the night. I woke up about six the next morning and got myself ready for work. The tights and leotards were still wet but maybe they would dry during the day. Lisa cornered me in my office as soon as I walked in. She wanted to know how the costume fit. I told her it fit almost too well. Of course she wanted to know what that meant but how do you tell a women that you had an orgasm wearing women's clothes? I just told her she had done and excellent job and the costume looked and felt good. She gave me a funny look when I said they felt good but I just let it slide. "I'll be by your place about seven this evening to pick you up. Be ready." She said as she walked out of my office. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day thinking about that costume and what had happened last night. However, what made me nervous is how I was going to be in that costume all night without having another accident especially with her right beside me all night. The day turned out to go by pretty fast and before I knew it I was back at home. I first thing I did was to see if the leotard and tights had dried. They weren't all that dry but I didn't have much time left. I took a shower and dried off. I glanced at the clock and it was only six so I decided to go ahead and put the tights and leotard on early thinking maybe they would dry faster from my body heat. As soon as I put them on I didn't know how I was going to handle the night. If I just didn't get so excited when I was wearing them but I couldn't help myself. I guess that's when I finally realized I had a spandex fetish. I felt guilty and ashamed at the same time. But as long as nobody else knew I didn't see anything wrong with it. So I got myself back in a good mood and sat around watching the news for awhile. The doorbell rang about six-thirty and I heard Lisa's voice telling me it was just her. She was early, naturally. I looked out the peephole just to make sure she was alone and opened the door. She walked in and I closed the door behind her. She had a long coat on over her costume. Great now I was the only one that was going to look silly. But when she saw me standing there like I was she took off her coat and smiled. Then she came over and gave me a hug. I tried not to press too hard against her so she might not be able to tell how excited I was. She didn't seem to notice that she did notice that the tights and leotard were still wet. She even ran her hand over my body trying to see just how wet they were. I explained to her that I had knocked over a coke last night after I had gotten home. So I washed them out and they weren't quite dry. Lisa kind of looked at me funny and asked me if I made it a habit to sit around in tights and a leotard. My heart almost stopped beating. I didn't know if she serious or just kidding. Then she burst out laughing and so did I. Thank goodness. Through our laughter I told her as a matter of fact I did make it a habit of sitting around like that. "We'll talk about that later," she said. She told me to go put the briefs on so she could see how I looked. When I walked back out of the bedroom with the entire costume on she was sitting on the couch. "Wow!" That's all she said. She motioned for me to sit beside her, not taking her eyes off me as I was walking. I sat down beside her and she put her hand on my leg and quickly moved it up to my near my crotch. "Oh no," I thought, here comes another accident. No pun intended. But she didn't move her hand anymore. "Better not," she said, "we wouldn't want you to have another accident in your costume now would we. Busted. Now how did she know? I could feel myself turning red, which probably looked good with all the black I was wearing. She told me not to be embarrassed. You'd be surprised how many men have a thing for spandex tights and leotards and even pantyhose. Maybe later, after the party, we can come back here and do something about it. I just nodded my head. It was time to go to the party by the time we finished talking. I helped her on with her coat and she helped me on with mine. I asked her if I needed to wear some pants and a shirt over the costume but she said no that the coat would be fine. I was getting so aroused by the time we left for the party that it was difficult to walk. Plus the fact that I was going out with nothing but a coat on over my costume was a turn on to. Man I didn't know what was happening to me. My life had changed so much in just a week. We took a cab to the party and the whole time she had her hands all over my leg after she unbuttoned the coat halfway. I don't know if the cab driver could see me or not. Hopefully not. We walked into the party arm in arm. Not to many people even noticed us. That is until the doorman took our coats. Then it seemed as if everyone turned around to look. I know they were all looking at Lisa but I did see some people glancing at me. Men and women. I hoped the excitement I was feeling wasn't showing as much. I really didn't feel as embarrassed as I though, there were other couples dressed like we were and some had less on than we did. Lisa grabbed us something to drink and we mingled. Most of the people I talked to were friends of Lisa's and were very nice. No one seemed to find anything wrong with a man dressed as I was even if it was a party. The band finally started playing and we danced. She was hitting the wine pretty heavy but she seemed to be able to handle it. Lisa seemed to like slow dancing more because she would rub against my body hard enough to cause some major anxiety but I was able to hold it back. A few couples started leaving so I asked Lisa if she was ready to leave. "Sure, your place or mine, never mind we'll go to my place," she whispered in my ear. We put our coats on and caught a taxi and were at her apartment in about five minutes. Neither of us had bothered to button our coats and the cab driver told me he liked our costumes. I looked down and everyone could see what I was wearing along with what Lisa was wearing. Oh well too late now. As soon as I closed the door behind us in Lisa's apartment she took her coat off and threw it on the floor and the slipped her red briefs off and let them fall to the floor also. I took the hint and did the same. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bedroom. She laid down and pulled me on top of her. Her hands were all over me. She had one hand on my crotch which felt like it was going to come through the material of the costume and the other hand was playing with the crack of my butt through the tights and leotard. Pushing the spandex up the crack of my butt making the crotch pull tighter. I asked her if she wanted me to take those things off but she told me not yet. So then I was following her lead. I had my fingers rubbing inside her through the material trying to make her feel as good as I was feeling. My other hand was playing with the crack of her butt too. The First Party You couldn't cut the tension with a knife as we drove to the party. It was an exciting tension and both of us hardly spoke, not that we didn't want to, it was just that we had pretty much talked this situation through many times and had taken the preliminary steps and we were both comfortably excited as to what the evening would bring. My wife Lynn looked fantastic and I couldn't keep from glancing over at her when ever I could, and knowing that before the night was through, I would probably be able to watch for the first time as she took another man! It had been the fantasy of ours for a long time, and many times we talked and role played during our love making; me getting hotter than hell pretending I was her second man that night. She made up a story of how she had bedded a neighbor or friend before I got home, and with all the details of what they did and how she felt while spreading her legs and took a load deep inside her! Afterward we would lie in each others arms and talked about how we would feel, and what it might mean to our relationship. "It would simply be sex without love," we decided, and neither one of us was lacking for experience in that department before we were married. The next logical step was when Lynn accepted an invitation from a client of her company, who comes to town occasionally and had always flirted with her. It so happened that I was out of town for a few days, and I gave myself a hand job in my hotel room as she told me some of the details over the phone! Like how, after a nice dinner, he took her for a walk in the park and they shared a joint (first time for her almost since college! And how he stood behind her while they were watching some fire works, reaching his arms around her and fondling her breasts while nuzzling into her neck and ears! She had shyly declined his offer to make it right there, saying that his room would be much more comfortable! In retrospect, she told me she should have accepted the 'out-door' offer, as it was a gorgeous night, and the thought of someone maybe being able to watch them was a real turn on for her! Now, here we were, on our way to a party at a secluded acreage just outside the city where friends had said that "Whatever you wanted to happen, could"; all one had to do was watch for the opportunity! We followed the directions and soon were pulling into the drive of a very nice home with about a dozen vehicles parked in front. Soon we were ringing the door bell, and were met by a very handsome couple who welcomed us and introduced themselves as Fred and Monica; the hosts and owners of the home. They pointed out where the bar, food and showed us where the rest of the guests were gathered. Men were dressed in their finest, and most of the women attired to show off their attributes. Most folks were engaged in conversation, sipping drinks and obviously enjoying themselves. Others were dancing, and there was even a couple off in an adjoining area discreetly exploring each other with their hands, and mouths. It wasn't long before the host couple came up and started a conversation with us. Within a couple of minutes Fred asked Lynn to dance, and taking his lead, I escorted Monica to the dance floor as well. "Sure looks like everyone is enjoying your gathering," I commented, making conversation as much as anything. "Oh yes," Monica replied, "and it will get a lot 'friendlier' as the evening goes on," she added with an interesting smirk on her face. During the conversation that ensued, I mentioned that our friends who passed on our invitation (and had their plans to attend changed for them) had hinted that couples didn't necessarily stay together for the whole evening. "Well," Monica replied, "If anyone leaves here without having shared intimate pleasures with someone they aren't married to, they do so by choice! Most of the people here have been in bed, or other places, with at least half of the other spouses, though there are a few couples that only play with their own!" The smile on her face assured me she wasn't making this up! We kept dancing without saying anything for a minute or so, but I did feel her pull closer to me, and even felt her rub herself on my leg. She looked up at me and when I looked down to see what she was going to say, she reached up and kissed me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but it had all the impact of a serious invitation. "Josh would you like me to show you around?" she asked, the sparkle in her eyes told me it would be a very scenic tour! "Lead the way," I said and she took my hand and away we went. I glanced over at Lynn to let he know I was leaving the room, but she was already snuggled in to another man, and there was no sign of Fred! We left the main dance floor hand in hand. Monica showed me all the rooms and amenities of their spread out home, and even shared which was room was better for what activity; the small room and bed for one on ones, and the king sized room for more people to participate. One larger room had two queen beds which she explained was for the orgies that occurred now and then! Monica then issued me into a rather dimly lit room with a couple of arm chairs, a love seat and a stereo playing soft music. A bar fridge and end tables completed the furnishings. "There are two purposes for this room" she spoke in her 'Tour Guide' voice. "One purpose is for couples to get aquainted, and perhaps initiate some play." "And the other purpose?" I inquired. Without saying a word Monica walked to a door that I had assumed was either a linen or storage closet. She opened the door and motioned me to follow. It was dark, and once inside she closed the door and fumbled for what I was about to realize was drape strings. As the drapes parted they revealed a window to one of the bedrooms. "This is one of my favorite rooms." There was a goodly amount of pleasure in her voice. "I sometimes come here alone, but often with a lover. We can watch other people make out from here". Her tone was now betraying a grin on her face as she again slid close to me, wrapping her arms around me and looking up for more kissing. Our lips had no more that touched when my eye caught movement in the adjoining room. We both turned to see what it was, and both of us recognized Lynn as the woman, and the man was Mark, a friend of Monica and Fred. The window between the two rooms was actually a two-way mirror, so neither of them was aware of being watched. Lynn led Mark to the bed as he swung the door partially closed behind them. At the side of the bed, Lynn reached to put her arms around Mark's neck and the two slid together in a mouthy kiss. Each had a free hand to caress the other and it was easy to see that neither was missing a beat! Mark was sliding the top of Lynn's dress down to expose her breasts, and she was doing everything to cooperate. She in turn was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. With her dress down around her waist, Lynn moved back toward the bed, hiked up her dress and slid her panties down her legs. Then sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back on her elbows and with one foot presented her underwear to Mark. He quickly removed them and stuck them in his pocket. Lynn just smiled then sitting up and leaning over, proceeded to unzip his pants and fish out his manhood. She admired it for a couple of seconds, and then licked the head a few times before enveloping it into her mouth. It was then that Monika reached over to the wall and turned a knob which allowed us to hear everything that was going on! It was like a movie, or the action in an adult theatre, but the actors weren't acting, or even knew they were being watched! Lynn spent a few minutes slowly pleasuring Mark's cock, knowing that she could ask for the world, and he would probably have given it to her on a silver platter. Mark was now leaning down playing with her breasts and nipples which was driving her to suck him harder and faster! Monica was standing in front of me, her hands massaging the bulge in my pants as my hands were fondling her breasts through the material of her dress; feeling her nipples grow hard. I couldn't help but think that perhaps bras were checked in at the door at these parties. I hadn't seen any sign of one on any of the women that night!! Letting Mark's cock slip out of her mouth, Lynn stroked it a couple of times, smiling up at him. Mark smiled down at her, reaching for her shoulders and gently pushing Lynn's back onto the bed. He straddled her legs and bent over, lowering his torso to allow for some more lip to lip contact. They kissed for a minute or so, with Mark breaking free and moving his lips, first to Lynn's ears and neck, then slowly moving to her breasts and nipples. I not only heard her sigh of pleasure, but I felt every vibe, knowing how she loved that! Lynn ran her fingers through Marks hair as he slowly journeyed to the place we all knew his destination was! Lynn's legs went almost straight up when Marks mouth reached her shaved pussy! Licking, sucking her love hole while she writhed and moaned with ecstasy! After a particularly hard climax, Lynn pulled Mark's head away from her crotch and said, "Well, Big Boy, you've showed me how you can open the door, are you ready to show me how deep you can go?" Mark just reached down and lifted the backs of her legs until they were half way to her head and spread to the point of almost touching the bed, exposing her sopping pussy like I had never seen it! Then, slowly and directly, Mark slid his pole deep inside her. Her moan was pure guttural! Stroking in and out, slowly at first, then picking up the speed until he had a comfortably constant rhythm, Lynn arching to meet each thrust. "Do you like the show?" Monica's voice had a slight quiver, leaving no doubt that she was every bit as turned on as I was! "Oh yes, I said as I slid her dress down over her hard nipples, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples as she backed into me, grinding her ass against my crotch. "Fuck me, Josh!! I need you to fuck me hard while we watch!" Needing no further instruction, I reached under her dress, finding a soaked pair of panties and pulled them down. She easily stepped out of them, and taking Mark's lead, I picked them up and put them in my pocket! Monica had already freed my tool, and it was hard and dripping with pre-cum. "Where do you want to it, Babe?" I asked as I flipped up her dress and rubbed my cock in her crevasse. "Finger my ass as you fuck my pussy!" The response was swift and sure! Within seconds she was bent over with her hands on the window sill; my finger was probing her back door, and my cock was sliding in and out of her like a well oiled piston! I looked back to Lynn and Mark while doing my lovely hostess. Both were moaning; Lynn with pleasure and Mark announcing his impending climax! "Cum in me, Mark, cum hard and deep!! I want to feel you spray!!" That was all it took as he bared down on her and pumped his seed into her 'more than welcoming love hole! "Yes, yes, Mmmmmm... oh fuck yes!!" Well, that was all Monica and I needed to put us over the edge! I reached around her with both hands and grabbed her tits as I shot my load inside her! I could feel fluid running out of her before I even shot, so I was sure she had blown a load of her own! It was not hard to see how and why she liked this little vantage point! No one moved for a minute or so, then Monica straitened up as my cock slipped out of her. She turned around and hugged me, kissing my neck and just snuggling in. Mark collapsed on Lynn, and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside her as long as possible. I watched as they kissed more, confirming the obvious; a great time for both of them. "I'm glad you lasted as long as you did, Hon! The few men I have shared this place with usually 'cream their jeans' while watching, and me rubbing their crotch!" Monica grabbed a towel off the shelf and cleaned us both off as we continued to watch Lynn and Mark straighten up and steal the odd kiss or cop a feel. Both were still smiling as they left the room. We weren't far behind. It only took a few minutes for Lynn and I run into each other in the hall way. She gave me a big hug and kiss before making our way to the main area of the house. "Can I buy you a drink, Lovely Lady?" I asked as if I was about to pick her up. "No thanks, Sailor, but you CAN take me home, if you like?!" Lynn grinned from ear to ear! I could tell she had lots to tell me! With the vehicle started, Lynn slid over next to me and planted a VERY wet and warm kiss on my lips!! I twisted around a bit; just enough to feel her breast through her dress, and then slid my hand down to her pussy while we kissed. "Honey, you don't have any panties on!" I exclaimed as I broke off the kiss and pretended to be startled. She was a bit taken a back, until I added, "But I think I have that covered," and pulled Monica's panties out of my pocket and slipped them into Lynn's hand. She grinned and kissed me again. We had a lot to tell each other (including the fact that I had watched her) and only hoped that I could get it up enough to give her a good screwing when we got home! If not, I guess my tongue would have to do!! The First Party As I write this story I am changing our names for privacy but the rest of the story is completely, well mostly, true. We had invited some couples over to our house for drinks and fun. It was, almost, our first time at swinging, at least full everything-on-the-table swap, and we were a little nervous. But more than that we were charged. Tim had a hard-on all day just thinking about it and I, I had been wet for a week. Tim, who is just a little taller than I am looked great in his jeans, sheer white shorts underneath and just a leather vest. I love his chest hair, just the right amount to run my fingers through and make trails as I slide one finger down his chest and belly to his most delicious places. I smiled nervously next to him as I checked out the entry way. I had placed flowers around, made a number of delicious hors d'oeuvres and placed decanters of wine and glasses. I looked at Tim, in my heels I was nearly as tall as he was. I had dressed to show off my legs, my dress was long and flowed around my knees. Tim was smiling at me and I quickly lifted up my skirt and his eyes traced up my stockings to where they stopped and my brief black panties started. There was already a small wet spot on them. My skirt flowed up over my hips and ended at my suspenders which moved up over a black lacy bra. It was a little funky but fun. I smiled at Tim and at the look in his eyes as he looked at me. Tim crossed over to me and said, "You are going to make some of our guests very hard as soon as I open the door." I was thinking about his cock, that I love so much, and imagined myself running my tongue up his shaft and tasting the precum when the doorbell rang. Tim smiled at me and winked as he opened the door. Annabelle and her mate Michael were at the door. Michael smiled down at me, his blue eyes twinkling through the round glasses. He was very tall and Annabelle barely came to his shoulder. She was gorgeous, long legged and very round in all the right places. Annabelle and Michael were swingers and had done everything from swapping to gang bangs to making videos of their orgies and putting them on a web site- which is how we met. We met them in a chat room of a swinger site one Saturday evening and they invited us to a private chat, and then webcam and there was Michael sitting next to a woman with the most beautiful voluptuous breasts with soft very erect pink nipples. Tim was enthralled, Michael was gracious and charming and soon they became our mentors in the swinging world. Six months later we stood here, having fooled around in front of each other online, and in a risqué fun evening at a restaurant. The restaurant - well that was amazing. After web play we decided to meet in person. Tim knew just the place, a pub with good food, high benched tables that gave privacy as well as a little delicious visibility to those walking by. We met at the bar, hugged and then sat in a booth covered with long white cloths and while waiters came and left food, we played under the table. My pussy tingled as I thought of my hand in Michael's pants under the table, stroking his cock, while he played with my naked pussy. Tim left the restaurant with Annabelle's panties in his pocket. It was after that very hot evening that they convinced us to have this party. I think we were completely besotted by the heat of that evening. Somehow having them there, in our entry way made it feel like the evening was going to be very hot and very good. Very very good. "We have something to put you at ease," Michael said bending down his head and nodding to Tim. I noticed that the beautiful Annabelle had an envelope in her hand. She was wearing a belted shimmery dress that hugged her small waist and swelled around her round bottom. As Michael walked over and enveloped me in a warm hug, Annabelle stepped shyly over to Tim and gave him the envelope. "Read it out loud," she said with a shy but alluring smile. He pulled it open and read, "You are to be my slave for the next fifteen minutes and to get started you must unzip your pants." Tim looked at me and I winked. He slowly pulled his zipper down. Annabelle lightly brushed his ass with her one pale hand and with her other reached inside his pants and pulled his long cock out. I wasn't surprised to find it hard, with pre-cum on the tip already. Who knows what might have happened next but the doorbell rang. Tim, the slave, had Annabelle's gorgeous tits, which were pink and very erect in his mouth. Tim's hard cock was sticking out towards Annabelle. Michael, had his hand on my ass, squeezing it fondly and seductively teasing as we watched. He was wearing tight jeans and a sweater and I was just thinking of touching the front of his jeans when I remembered the bell. Pulling myself away, I opened the door. Gunner was standing there with his mate, Inge, both dressed in long overcoats. Gunner was a little older than we were, with greying hair and glasses, at first glance he was very distinguished and that was softened by the humor in his eyes. And, I remembered by his very long thick cock. We had met them at a club (one that Michael and Annabelle had recommended us to) and we had enjoyed some soft swinging at their house that evening. Not only had I seen Gunner's beautiful cock, I had tasted it while we sat in the hot tub playing truth or dare. Some erotic truth were shared and many more hot dares acted out. Inge, much shorter than Gunner, stood behind him as he walked through the door. Her short black hair was a little damp and curled around her small featured face. She had a smile on her face and she pulled Gunner's long raincoat off as they walked in and there he stood in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts. He stood there with a smile on his face, in his boxers, and Inge laughed. "Well, we were feeling a little brave and outrageous tonight, but we were worried until we saw Tim's cock, and your beautiful breasts." She said. She looked back at her husband whose very large cock was noticeably pushing against his boxers. Gunner winked at Tim and turned and in a very gentlemanly gesture, slipped off Inge's coat to reveal her small round breasts with nipples hard from the cold and a short skirt covered the rest of her small body. The skirt was bright red and it showcased her dark eyes, dark hair and her white skin. She was very Scandinavian and very beautiful. She smiled shyly as Gunner explained. "We dared each other to drive here like this, but took our coats, just in case." He laughed and said in a slight European accent, "But I see you're way ahead of us." Annabelle using the last of her fifteen slave minutes immediately ordered Tim to suck Inge's tits and Annabelle smacked his ass as he left her. The smack was a little louder than I expected and it raised the intensity, from humor to something else. Tim found Inge's smallish but perfectly shaped tits delightful, I knew from the hot tub, so I wasn't surprised when he hurried over to her and placed a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other, covering it with kisses, sucking the nipple and pulling it with his teeth. Gunner and I looked across at each other. I was waiting my turn, wishing for someone to touch or someone to touch me, when the doorbell rang again. Our last guests arrived. Henry and Bridgette, even newer to this scene than we, were standing at the door, looking a little nervous and unsure. We met them on a swinger website and they admitted to be genuine newbie's, but, they had assured us, were anxious to experiment and knew that this party could get wild, in fact that that was the idea. I looked at Tim, and out of the corner of my eye saw Gunner slip Inge's coat over her shoulder, and then walk to them. "It seems we men have lost a bit of our clothes, please excuse us, but our women seem to like to see a lot of us." He joked. His humor broke the ice. And as I handed out wine, everyone introduced themselves to everyone else. While all swinging is about (what we hoped would be) wild consensual sex, we didn't want anyone to feel they were forced into anything. I went into the kitchen and was soon handing everyone small hors d'oeuvres with their wine. Henry, not so tall and a little portly, had that disheveled look that was kind of sweet and he was dressed in conservative shirt and pants. In what I took to be a good sign he kicked off his shoes. Bridgett who was as tall as Henry was an elegant confident looking woman wearing a dress that was made of light material and showed the shadow of a beautiful bra and panties so filmy you could see that underneath her pussy was shaven. The dress fell lightly around her slim hips. It was exciting to sit around sipping wine while Tim had his zipper down, even if his cock was back in his pants, Gunner was wearing only boxers, Inge's tits were exposed around the folds of the raincoat she wore over her shoulders while Michael, Annabelle, Bridgett, Henry and I were fully clothed. In the relaxed atmosphere Tim's hard-on had deflated a bit but every few minutes, as the wine, conversation and the heat of a growing sexual tension did their magic he would harden again. I could tell what turned him on- Bridgett sneaking a peek at his cock, Annabelle letting him look up her dress- and watching women tease my husband—well, that turned me on as well. The wet spot in my panties was growing. We settled into the living room and talked about what to do next. Bridgett and Henry were obviously unsure but game. Tim asked Bridgett what she wanted to do. With her eyes on his cock she said, "Let's play cards." It was a good idea and by the time I returned with the cards the atmosphere was more relaxed. We decided to play high card wins a favor from low card. It was easy, seemed tame with delightful possibilities. There were a few hands where the winner and the loser were both either men or women. We just ignored those as that wasn't our scene and re-dealt. This is how it went to the best of my memory. Inge won the first hand with a queen and Gunner lost with a three. She looked around the table and then at Gunner. Knowing how he wanted to make an entrance naked she thought she'd give him his thrill. "Do a strip tease, darling," she said. Gunner, wearing only his boxers didn't have much to lose, so he slowly stood up and began to caress his cock through his shorts. He outlined it through his shorts and I was getting really turned on and it made me want to touch it with my tongue. In all honesty in the hot tub I had sucked his cock, or actually he had fucked my mouth with it, so I knew how great it tasted and felt. I looked at Inge and she smiled at me, so did Bridgett. I began making plans for if I won. Bridgett blushed a little but her pupils were dilated. Henry lost the next hand and Annabelle won. She said, "I think you need a good spanking. From all of us ladies." Henry looked over nervously at Bridgett who smiled at him. He walked over to Inge, laid across her lap and she spanked him three times. He stood up and walked over to me and lay across my lap. I rubbed his gorgeous ass with my hand, running my fingers around. It wasn't a spank as much as a caress, but who cared. I felt his cock move against my leg so I moved my hand close to his balls. I could feel them under his pants; I could also feel my juices flow as his cock jerked against my leg again. I think he was getting into the swing of this. Finally he slid over to his wife Bridgett's lap. She slipped her hands under his pants and then partially pulled his shorts down, revealing his nice shaped ass. She planted about five smacks on it and then spread his legs so everyone could see his balls which she gently fondled until someone said, "OK. Long enough. My turn." It was Annabelle. Henry walked over with his pants partway down and she reached in and stroked his now quite hard cock. "Hey, that's not a spanking." Bridgett laughed. I didn't know how far Bridgett and Henry would go but I could tell they were having fun, and going to have more. That relaxed me. Annabelle lost the next hand to Tim. He led her to the middle of the room, stood behind her and rubbed his cock against her ass. Then he had all the guys line up behind him. Tim reached around and cupped her tits in his hand and rubbed his cock across her covered ass as he pulled her dress up to reveal filmy white panties. I could see his eyes glaze over when Gunner tapped him on the back and took his place. Gunner reached down, pulled off her dress and leaned her over, stroked her pussy through her panties. Michael stood behind Gunner looking over at me. I winked and walked over to him and stroked his cock through his pants and ran my fingers up and down the shaft. Tim watched as Michael also cupped my tits and caressed my ass. Inge was watching too. She walked over to Michael and me and tapped on Gunner's back so Michael could take his place. It was getting hot fast and I thought that Michael was going to drop his pants and fuck Annabelle right there while we watched. I ended up with Gunner and had my hands down his pants. Tim was watching. Michael was making out with Inge. This was going good, and fast, but I noticed Henry looking around the room, a little lost, so I called everyone back to the card game. I liked the uncertainty of waiting for the winner to decide what to do. I lost the next draw and Tim won. He looked at me, then at the rest, winked and whispered in my ear. I nodded, went to our bedroom and came back with the lifelike dildo we play with. I sat on the sofa, in front of everyone, spread my legs and started to rub the dildo over the top of my panties. Then I pulled the panties to one side and slipped it in, moving it slowly in and out. It made a slurpy noise that grew louder as it slid in and out. Watching everyone watch me was really hot. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I teased the tip of it against my lips and closed my eyes. I pulled it out and brought it to my lips. I looked Gunner, then Michael, then Tim and then Henry in the eyes as I gave it my best blow job. Tim said, "That's enough for now." It was hard to stop, and Inge smiled at me as I put the dildo on the table. Luckily I also won the next round. Henry lost. I smiled at him and said, "After that show I think I want a real cock." Both Henry and I looked at Bridgett who smiled and nodded. Henry walked towards me. I looked around at the other guys and said. "Or two, three, maybe even four." I winked. I would have worried that I was moving this too fast but I was too turned on to worry. Soon my wish was granted as Henry moved close enough that, me seated and him standing, his crotch was mouth level. I unzipped his pants, moved my tongue in and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned and I moved in close so I could swallow the whole length. The other guys obliged my longing by moving all around me. I reached out my free hand for Michael and rubbed his cock through his pants. He moved my hand away, much to my disappointment, but then took off his pants. I felt his cock pressed against my hand and I stroked him from balls to the tip, while I had Henry's cock in my mouth. My previous soft play with Gunner was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, until now. I was close to losing control when Henry started to spasm in my mouth. I licked my lips and let the come dribble out. I smiled when Bridgett, Annabelle or Inge, I was too out of it to notice, called a halt. I think they wanted some action too. Couldn't blame them, but my pussy longed for more. I looked at three hard cocks and sighed. The cards were dealt and Tim lost and Bridgette won. She asked Tim to get a camera and stand in front of her. She started taking pictures of his cock. Then she asked her husband Michael to stand in front of me. She told me to suck Michaels cock while she took pictures. When she told me to get on all fours and let Gunner fuck me from behind I knew the rest of the night was open, wide open, to whatever our pussies wanted and the cards had done enough and could be forgotten. He fucked me hard but quickly came. I had a small orgasm with him and then sat back to watch for a while. Annabelle pulled her panties off, called Gunner over and started to stroke his soft cock with her panties. He took them to his nose and smelled. His hand moved down and he started to stroke his balls, and slide the panties up and down his shaft. Soon he was semi-hard. After that the evening became a little wild (ha ha). But this is what I remember, with the help of Tim. We've told the story to each other many times as part of our sex play. Maybe fantasy mingled with memory, who knows, but some of it is true. While Annabelle played with Gunner, Michael and Bridgett were making out. Tim took my hand and led me up to our bedroom. He pulled out the ties and tied my hands to two of the bedposts and then unclasped my strapless bra and tossed it aside. He pulled my panties down my legs and then tied my ankles to the bottom bed posts and pulled my skirt up so I was spread eagled, my pussy on display and my breasts clothed only by my suspenders. He knelt between my legs and licked my pussy. Henry came in then, followed by Inge. Tim whispered to Inge and then bent her over the bottom of the bed and entered her from behind. I watched her small breasts jiggle as she was fucked hard and when Tim came, Tim and Henry traded places. I watched Henry fuck Inge in the ass and mid-fuck Gunner came in and began to play with his wife's nipples and then he slipped his hand under her and began to finger her clit. As Henry began to come, Gunner slid two fingers in Inge's pussy and together they slammed her. My pussy was on fire but no one was touching it. I'm certain Tim had told them to make me wait. I was wriggling on the bed and finally called out, "Somebody fuck me please." I think that was the signal (Tim later confirmed that he told the guys to wait until I begged) because immediately Gunner lay down with his tongue between my legs, lapping up the juices that had been flowing out as I watched Henry and Gunner fuck Inge. I felt his tongue increase the tension in my pussy. Sliding up Gunner moved on top of me and while I looked into his eyes, waiting, wanting. He slipped his cock into my dripping pussy. I looked into his eyes as he fucked me; his cock plunging deeply inside and the intense blue eyes watching mine. Nearby Inge was led away by Tim, and I saw Bridgett being led to the bed. I was untied and with Gunner still inside my pussy I was moved to the side of the bed and Bridgett lay beside me. She watched Gunner fuck me slowly. She told him, "Fuck her hard. Put your hard cock in her pussy and fuck her hard, let her wet pussy make you come." When she said the word 'come' he came, hard. As he came, so did I, shuddering, clasping his cock with my pussy and screaming with pleasure. After I calmed, she smiled at me and said, "Do you mind? I have always wanted to be tied in a four poster bed." Of course I got up. Tim kissed her gently as he and I tied her up. Tim looked at Henry. Henry nodded and Tim began to kiss and nibble Bridgett's lips as his hand slid to her breasts. Soon his tongue followed and he licked and nibbled as she moaned and thrusted. While Bridgett was pleasured by Tim, I began to fondle Henry's long thin cock and slipped it into my mouth. Soon while Tim was nibbling and biting her nipples and her neck and Henry was fingering my clit she began to moan loudly. As she began to shudder, Henry climbed on the bed and sank into her sopping pussy. Quickly Tim and I undid the hand restraints and with her legs tied her husband fucked her while Tim and I watched. Then Tim untied her, laid her back down and laid me beside her. Together, Tim and Henry took turns fucking us. Switching every few strokes. When they came, they disappeared to be replaced by Michael and Gunner who continued to fuck first Bridgett and then me. Each cock was different, each one felt good. None of us can count the number of orgasms of that evening, at least I couldn't. The smell of sex filled the bedroom. Finally, Tim returned. He was naked and he glistened with pussy and pussy smells on his face and on his cock. The First Party He leaned down and said to Bridgett, "We have a special treat for you." All the men came in. Bridgett was laid cross ways across the bed. Henry climbed in beside her and whispered in her ear. She nodded. He slipped into her very wet pussy and then they rolled over with her on top and Henry stayed still, cock firmly in her sopping pussy. Gunner stood behind her and poured scented oils onto her crack and slipped his hard cock into her ass. We watched and then Annabelle and Inge pushed my husband and Annabelle's husband Michael over to her and placed her hands on their cocks. She had a cock in each hand and in each hole. We watched her get completely fucked. She squealed in ecstasy. Henry came, then Gunner. Then Michael and Tim. Slowly we all calmed down. The sun was coming up as we all moved into the hot tub and cleansed ourselves and chatted. As the sun grew bright we headed out to a diner for early breakfast. We were all tired and spent but reluctant to break the spell. After we said our goodbyes, we walked home into the house. Tim looked at me, the aroma of the evening still moving like invisible incense in our home. "Great party!" He said as we climbed onto our bed, snuggled into each other's arms and fell asleep. The First Party I switched positions so I could get my mouth on her crotch. Her wetness was already soaking through the material so it was easy to taste her the more excited she became. I felt her mouth on my crotch. I thought she was going to rip through the material with her teeth. Suddenly she arched her back and let out a small scream as she had an orgasm. But she never quit working on me as she enjoyed what I was doing to her. Finally I couldn't hold off anymore either. Somehow she had managed to work my penis out of its hiding place between my legs. Now she almost had me ready to release. Then there it was I felt it moving up my shaft and out into my crotch just like the night before. But this time Lisa was sucking as hard as she could to get it all through the tights and leotard. She sucked and I shot till I didn't have anything left but she was still trying to suck it all out. She finally stopped and laid back down on the bed. I moved back up next to her. We were both exhausted and breathing hard. Neither of us moved. I could still taste her. I was wet and sticky again but I was getting used to that and I know she was wet and sticky also. But we both decided to lay there next to each other. She turned over with her butt next to my crotch. We fit together so well. Maybe later we could see how well. For now we were both just content to touch each other. And I was certainly not in any hurry to take my tights and leotard off. I was already thinking about having Lisa buy me more but that could wait till the next day. I hope there was a good supply of spandex in the city. That night was the start of a new life for me. The next day was Saturday so we had a chance to stay in bed for awhile. I had forgotten that I didn't have any other clothes to wear anyway. I told her that I thought I had a fetish for tights and leotards. I explained that I liked to wear them just as much as I liked seeing her wear them. She told me she felt the same way but different, kind of. Well at least I knew what she was talking about. Later that day we went out on a shopping trip. Needless to say I have enough spandex tights, leotards, unitards and pantyhose to last forever. Lisa does too. Everything she bought me she bought for herself, also. By the way we did take a shower before we went shopping but because I didn't have any other clothes to wear we both were our costumes under our coats all day. Talk about being ready for love later that night.