Swinger parties, blindfold games, and kitchen spit roasts

When my ex and I were 23 years old, we were swingers. It started by putting out an ad for a 3rd to join us- both male and female welcome. We did that here and there for a few months. In fact that’s how I met my friend that I later shared dicks with. One night we ended up hooking up with a couple who told us they regularly attended swinger parties, and invited us to the next one. We had no idea what to expect, we were so nervous. When we got there, it was a really big house, and inside people were drinking and mingling. We were the youngest people there, everyone else was in their mid-late 30s and 40s.

The owners of the house/hosts invited everyone to the living room for games. We played a couple of very soft icebreaker games, and then got to the fun. We were all sitting in a very big circle, most of us there were coupled, but there were a couple of single people there as well. They had all the men put on a blindfold, and the women to stand in the middle of the circle, facing someone who was not our partner. We took off our shirts and bras, and walked around in a circle while the men felt up our breasts. The goal of the game was for the partner to find the set of boobs that belonged to them. It was actually pretty fun, and very arousing. Some of the men lingered and played with my nipples, one of them sucked on them a little.

The next game was basically the opposite; this time we were feeling up cock. I almost couldn’t tell, but I did end up picking the right one. Some of us ladies also lingered. I pretty much put them all in my mouth hehe

When everyone sat down and started discussing next movements, they also brought up my willingness to put everyone in my mouth. I felt in the spot, like I was standing in front of a room full of people naked (I was in lingerie). No one was judging me or mad, though, they were all, I guess, impressed.

We didn’t match up keys or watches or anything like you have probably seen in a movie. We mingled and hooked up with whoever we thought was interesting. I was asked by a couple if I could join them in one of the rooms, with one of the single men. I didn’t hesitate, I said of course. So a man, whose name I never learned, and I went up into the room with them and the four of us had sex. When it was over I went back downstairs, and saw where my boyfriend was. In the living room was a group of men and one very loud woman. Someone was holding a Hitachi wand to her clit, and I think someone else was fingering her. I couldn’t even tell if my boyfriend was touching anyone, or if anyone was touching him. I remember thinking I was jealous though, I wished I was her.

I went to the kitchen and got a drink and a tiny snack, and I started chatting up with the husband host, and a couple other men. I ended up having sex with two of the men in the kitchen right then in there, it was basically a spit roast.

When my boyfriend and I got home, we had some of the most amazing sex. We had so much fun at the party, it was so fucking hot.

After I broke up with him several months later (unrelated), I continued going to parties, though alone. The last party I went to was a Halloween party, and I was dressed up as Snooki. I was in a tiny dress, big ass heels, a hairpoof, and a good deal of makeup. Good friends of the OG host couple, asked me to go with them to the next party, because they wanted to end the night with me and basically fuck till morning. So the three of us met up at the OG host couple’s house, and then carpooled to where the party was.

We played games, including a sexier version of spin the bottle, and mingled. The couple I came with asked me to join them in the hot tub. This was probably one of the most relaxing hot tub experiences, all they wanted to do was touch me everywhere and make me super horny. The wife got out first and went to take a shower, then us. The husband insisted on taking a shower with me. I asked if that was okay with his wife, and he said “yeah, look where we are”. We didn’t do anything sexual in the shower, just touching as we washed each other.

The plan was for the three of us to have sex together after the shower. But when we got out of the shower and got dressed, his wife was pissed. I apparently was not supposed to be in the shower with him, and he’s not supposed to be alone with another woman. They got into a big fight, and left. What really sucked was they were my ride back to where my car was; thankfully the OG host couple were still there. When we got back to their place the three of us ended up having sex.

What was really interesting to me about this group of couples attending these parties, is that only one person, aside from me was the least bit gay (she was bisexual in bed only). The parties typically held at least six couples, along with a few single people. Out of all those people (aside from me), one gayish person.

I stopped going to the parties after that because of that couple. It really shook me, and I didn’t like the feeling that I had accidentally been in the middle of that. If you do anything in life, try to go to a swinger party at least once. It’s so incredibly fun.