Swinging with H, Part I

The evening began with a slight bit of trepidation on both of our parts. I was visibly nervous beforehand, fidgeting and dropping things. I wasn't sure what to expect, how the evening would go, how our emotional states would pan out. I was worried for H, and curious at the same time, how he would explore other peoples' bodies, wondering if there would be any openness for MM play there for him to have fun with. Mostly, I was worried that H would feel threatened by my openly free embrace of my sexuality, of all others' sexuality, of me possibly "getting lost" again.

After a couple of drinks, we mellowed out a little, and I began noticing other couples teasing and fondling each other here and there. Even at a sex party, I felt my eyes divert away, trying not to notice, yet wanting to watch, wanting to see. I wore a "flirty" black skirt that showed off my legs, a black lacy tank top and a short-sleeved button up shirt (for modesty's sake). Topping off my outfit were my wonderfully sexy lace-up heels. Beneath the skirt, one of my favorite pair of Victoria's Secret, tiny V-String thongs. H & I had snacks and drinks on one of the many couches found throughout the venue, and after a short bit of time, he began caressing my legs.

For about 45 minutes we explored the club, with its many facets of livingroomesque decor, in addition to a dancefloor and the multiple imperial bedrooms upstairs. At each of these spots, we took a seat, had some drinks, touched and kissed each other and moved on. All of our clothes stayed on, but during some leg caressing, my skirt may have hitched up to well above my thigh. I was getting so hot and pleasantly moist knowing that there were others there who may have gotten a glimpse of my exposed flesh. I really enjoyed just making out with H, baptizing each and every bit of furniture we touched. In fact, there were some points when I felt somewhat guilty staying to ourselves so much.

Eventually we made our way to the dancefloor and that's when the endorphins really kicked in -- H & I always have a great time dancing together. At a place like this, we really get to break out and get downright raunchy. I'm a pretty talented dancer, so when some sexy music comes on, my hips, waist, ass and tits get to moving in ways I can't even necessarily control. I'm positive we were getting some looks, and I loved every minute of it.

H and I are somewhat on the shy side in large groups, so we kind of did our thing until others approached us. Though a few different couples got my attention, one couple in particular caught my eye the entire evening. They never approached us, and we never approached them for small talk, but the gentleman of the couple did bump into me a few times. We definitely eyed each other through smiles and stifled hellos, but I wasn't entirely sure that anything would happen. Throughout the night, I know I accidentally gave him "that look" (that S swears I was giving him at work -- what he calls "that seductive look"), and I tried to visually connect with the lady of the couple, but she seemed a bit out of it, somewhat loopy.

We decided to go back upstairs to where all the mattresses were laying and have a glimpse at what was happening. The swing, sofa and 3 out of 4 beds were occupied. I invited H to have a seat with me on the last available bed. He was a bit hesitant, but once we sat down and began kissing, I think his nerves let up a bit. He had his hand on my knee, sliding up my thigh, gently gliding up beneath my skirt, to my neatly trimmed pussy. It felt so good to feel his warm hands caressing the flesh of my thigh, exposing my skin to anyone who was there to see. My tits were aching to be touched, to be rubbed, to be kissed and sucked. I had my entire hand wrapped around H's cock -- through the fabric of his pants. We were kissing each other gingerly, each kiss an embrace of love and support for one another. Soon enough, our hunger for the other outgrew our tentative caresses. I remember wrapping my leg around his body, pulling him close to me, trying to grind into whatever would come close to rubbing against my mound -- his knee, his cock, his fist, his thigh, his hip. I pulled at my tank top, revealing my very needy tits. I wanted to shove them in his face, smother his mouth with my very hard nipples. (mmm... just writing all this is making my nipples push against the fabric of my bra...)

His dedicated hands remained inserted between my legs, and he began pushing a finger inside me. My wet lips easily parted for the pleasure I knew was about to come over me. With each thrust of his finger, I went crazy sucking on his tongue and his lips. I wanted every part of him inside me. I took his finger in deeper into my tight little cunt, I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth, and wanted to pull all of him in more and more. That's when I saw them. The gentleman I'd been eyeing was standing there with his lady. I smiled at them. Then I whispered to my H, "they're here." It was perfect. Not a single "appropriate" introduction was made before that moment, and there they were -- the very couple we wanted to share this bed with...

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