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Instead, I left the room. I wanted to have more fun with it. Besides, I wouldn’t have done anything like that without Jayme being there. I gave the scoop to those in the living room. “Come with me,” I coaxed. Tom and Callie, friends of ours who really wanted to try the lifestyle, Jake, a single guy from work, and Jayme followed. General commotion and jokes, quickly turned into groping, pants unzipping, a virtual chain of half-clothed flesh. Jayme suggested we take it into the designated rooms—two small spare bedrooms we had half-jokingly referred to as the orgy rooms. Everyone followed. Within seconds all were naked. I had taken Bill’s place with Janie. I sat her on the far end of the futon couch and positioned myself between her legs where I began to lick and suck her clit. Jayme sat on the futon next to Janie. They kissed while Callie, kneeling next to me between Jayme’s legs, went down on her. Tom was behind Callie, fingering her and preparing his own cock for action. Then Jayme motioned Jake over. He stood next to the couch beside her. She began stroking his cock and gave it a kiss. As furiously as she began going down on him, he didn’t seem to be able to get it up. Janie and I switched positions and she began giving me great head. She hadn’t done that last time we were together, and I was glad to find out she wasn’t opposed to the idea. Everyone seemed to be getting into the general spirit and specific theme (at least the BJ part) of the party. Bill had disappeared, probably to get his wife—whom I couldn’t quite read all evening. I couldn’t tell what she was into. I wasn’t quite sure if she approved of Bill going off by himself with Janie or pursuing her so aggressively. I suppose, in retrospect, that was one of the more serious reasons I had laughingly intruded upon them. Jake also disappeared momentarily to the bathroom. He came back ready for action. Whatever he did in the bathroom helped him get it up. He returned to his position next to Jayme’s mouth. She welcomed him back. So Jayme was sucking Jake while getting eaten (still) by Callie. Callie was grabbing my ass and getting pumped from behind by Tom. I was now fucking Janie who was playing with Jayme’s tits. It was turning out to be an orgy. Then, two of our other guests entered the room. We knew they would enjoy the wildness, though also knew they wouldn’t swing (really, we didn’t know it would turn out to be that sort of party—sexy, but not this sexy). They stood taking in the scene that they had no doubt heard about in the other room. Either that or they began to wonder what happened to everyone. They didn’t know if they should watch, though, so after one of them said “I can’t tell who’s who,” they left. Soon everyone had gotten off and was back in the kitchen. Jayme remained only partially dressed throughout the evening. There was teasing, flashing, sexual energy among everyone. Nothing like a little orgy to get people in the mood for sex. Bill soon became known as Buzz Kill Bill. He was horned up, but rude. He started cornering every woman at the party—welcome or not. He never zipped up his pants. His wife didn’t seem amused. In fact, she seemed hurt. “He’s not supposed to just go off by himself,” she said. “It’s all about communication, and he’s not communicating.” She wasn’t into group sex, preferring one on one or couple on couple, and she expected Bill to respect that. For the rest of the evening—when not engaged in fun activities ourselves—most of us were avoiding Bill and comforting his wife Betsy. It was the only bad note in a good evening. They were swingers, but they each had different ideas of what swinging was. To her, it was something to do together; to him, it seemed to be permission to pick up women. He explained: “We try to get people for both of us, but it doesn’t work very well. Women always come up to me and dance with me and come on to me, but she doesn’t get approached. It really hurts her self esteem. Go ahead, come on to her. She’ll really appreciate it.” For the record, I never saw one woman come on to him. Maybe Janie did initially, but I doubt even that. He was pushy. I felt the need to excuse his behavior to the others, especially to our curious non-swinging friends: “Hey, he doesn’t represent us well.” There was other, more fun conversation in the kitchen. Once when I was chatting with the curious couple, I noticed some more action in the other room. I motioned them over. Through the doors we could see that Jayme, Tom, and Callie were back at it. Tom was getting a double blowjob. It was a great turn-on to catch Jayme. She was feeling free, I guess. I liked it. I joined them shortly, also getting a double blowjob. There is nothing better than looking down and seeing two women kissing and sucking your dick (if you’re a guy, of course). One blowing, one licking the balls. Heaven. Other little encounters took place in every room of the house. Slowly the guests began leaving. Everyone had a good time. We were left alone with Bill and Betsy—of course, the last to leave. Sitting on the couch, Bill kept forcing our hands—both of us—on Betsy’s tits. “Give her some attention,” he said. “Shut up,” was Jayme’s reply. She was fine. She didn’t need help getting any attention. We worried she would overhear his urgings to us to “help her self esteem” and think that’s why we were doing what we were doing. After a little teasing (and a lot of thought by Jayme and me about when the last two would leave), Betsy grabbed Jayme’s hand and asked her to go back to the other room with her alone. Bill and I sat in the living room alone. It was brutal—not because I was wishing I was in the other room seeing what Jayme was up to (though I did want to watch), but because by this time in the evening I really couldn’t stand Bill. Somehow we made civilized small talk. Soon, but not soon enough, Jayme reappeared in the living room, completely naked, on her way to the bedroom. “Have to get something,” she said. I was turned on by her body. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass as it wiggled by. “You can come back now,” she said to me. Both of us followed her. I wasn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to come back. It would have been rude, though, to leave him alone. Deserved, but rude nonetheless. I entered the room. Betsy was lying on her back on the couch. Jayme knelt in front of her and applied the lotion she had retrieved from our bedroom. I sat on the bed near her feet. Bill sat across the room behind Jayme. First, both Jayme and I licked Betsy together. We massaged her breasts, stroked her. She didn’t really reciprocate, but I didn’t mind. Doing such things together with Jayme is enough for me. Meanwhile, Bill was massaging Jayme, trying to entice her. I needn’t mention again, that neither of us really cared for Bill. Jayme wasn’t attracted to him either. Still, she didn’t resist his advances, half just enjoying the faceless moment, and half hoping that doing things would finally get the evening to end. We were starting to tire out. OK, we were already tired out. Betsy then said she wanted me to fuck her. “I really want you,” she said. I did my best. I was only half excited. It was up to Jayme and I to get it going the rest of the way. Betsy didn’t seem to want to touch anything. So I hovered on top of her, while Jayme grabbed my dick. When it was hard enough, she coaxed it in Betsy. I took it from there. I fucked her from the top (couldn’t get her to move), while watching Bill eat Jayme and then try to fuck her (he couldn’t get it up, and we were both glad of that). Shortly, we all ran out of steam and called it a night. Finally. Other than the last part, the party was fantastic. It made us want to have more. The trick would be finding the right grouping of people. The people we invited worked for the most part. Next time, though, we thought we would invite some actual lifestyle couples, and we wouldn’t be inviting Buzz Kill Bill. He was the only negative of the whole night. Having sex with someone just to get them to leave the house is not our idea of fun either. We didn’t have to, we know. It wasn’t completely repulsive—just not the sort of sexual experience we are after. Being with Bill and Betsy has caused a couple uncomfortable moments since then as well. They were much more into us than we were them. We had to turn down their invites that seemed to come every week for a while. We didn’t want to offend them, and we didn’t know how to say simply, “Betsy, you’re ok, but we can’t stand Bill.” We decided that the best method of dealing with it would be to be nice and polite to them every time we saw them, but never to send any sexual messages. So far, it has worked. As for the others at the party, they talked about little else for some time. Even the curious couple who watched some things, but didn’t participate, got a boost in their sex life as a result of attending. It opened them up to all sorts of conversations. It’s all about the talking. Like the other participants, we have focused our discussions on the good parts of the evening—the explosion of sexual energy and excellent sex—while trying to learn from the bad. read our feature about steak & bj day and remember:
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