I have told this story in the first person because I feel it has more impact this way. It has been written as graphically as Catherine described it to me on the way home that night. It was her first experience, but certainly not the last, of having sex with two men when I wasn't involved. She described the experience as one she would like to repeat, and repeat, as soon as possible. We did attend many swingers' parties after this, where she did get her wish, and hosted quite a lot of parties at our home.
"What'll wear?" I called out as I emerged from the bathroom. I had made all the preparations. Shaved legs and pussy, all hairless and nice and smooth.
"Something sexy," Rob called back from the lounge.
We were going to our first swinger's party. Oh, we'd swung many times before, twosomes, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes, but we'd never actually been to a party. You know what I mean, where you actually hardly know anybody. Well, this was going to be a party where we didn't know anyone!
We'd been invited, by some friends we'd swung with a couple of times, Mark and Jocelyn, but at the last minute they had to cancel. So Rob and I decided to go anyway. We were both in the mood for some extra curricular fucking!
I took Rob's advice with the "something sexy" and picked out a black, half cup lacy bra, one that really accentuates my 36c boobs, and almost shows my nipples and a matching pair if lacy french knickers, the ones with the wide legs. A matching lacy suspender with lace top stockings, (I prefer them, to the stay up type of stocking, it looks so much sexier I think) a shortish black silk skirt, a couple of inches above the knee, and an almost transparent, black sleeveless blouse completed the picture.
Make up and stilettos on, I paraded in front of the full length mirror before going to get Rob's opinion. "Not bad" I thought to myself, 42 years and I've aged pretty well. No tell tale face lines, a well proportioned 36 24 36 body, that's still relatively tight in all the right places, after three kids, tight butt and legs, probably from my work as a nurse. You're always rushing around, no time to sit and get fat. And, having had three caesarean deliveries, a very tight pussy, in spite of all my fucking.
"What do you think?" I asked Rob as I walked down the stairs.
An appreciative whistle was his reply, then "Are you wearing a jacket?" he inquired.
"Why?"
"We're going to dinner first and I don't want the waiter spilling the soup over you as he tries to get a better look at your tits."
We arrived at the house, where the party was being held, about 9.30pm. These things never get underway early, we were advised.
The house was fabulous, a large Victorian style two storey home in Glebe, one of Sydney's older suburbs. Apparently the owners were antique dealers and obviously appreciated the finer things of life.
The door bell was answered by a very slim, attractive woman, probably in her late thirties. She was wearing a pale green clinging, halter neck gown that clung to every curve of her stunning body, and it was very obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear!
"You must be Catherine and Rob. No, I'm not psychic, it's just you're the only ones invited I didn't know. I'm Claire, my husband Steve and I are your hosts. My Catherine, Mark said you were stunning. He wasn't kidding."
I felt my face reddening. Not that I'm not used to compliments, men often pay them to me, especially when they're trying to get into my pants. I'm just not used to compliments from attractive women, and no I'm not bi!
Claire ushered us inside and called out to her husband. "Steve, come and meet our new guests."
A shortish, balding middle aged man broke away from a group he was talking to and greeted us.
"Hi, I'm Steve," as he shook hands with Rob. "You must be Catherine," and he leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek as his arm went around my waist. "Come and meet some of the others," and steered me towards the group he'd broken away from, his hand trailing down and caressing my butt and giving one cheek a squeeze.
I looked over my shoulder at Rob, who was grinning as he followed us, arm in arm with Claire.
Introductions were made all 'round, there were about ten couples at the party, and I promptly forgot just about everybody's name. I did suss out though, that not every couple was a couple, if you know what I mean. Some people were here with their "special friend" in other words "fuck buddy", and apparently with their respective partner's blessing.
After about half an hour, and a couple of glasses of wine, I found myself sitting on a lounge between two good looking men. Gary, on my right, was about early thirties, quite tall with a muscular build and sandy coloured hair. Jeff, who was on my other side, was late thirties I'd guess and was medium height, dark haired and quite slim. I don't know whether it was because I was "the new girl on the block" but I seemed to be attracting quite a lot of attention from most of the males. It might have had something to do with the way my skirt had ridden up my thighs, displaying my stocking tops suspender straps and some bare thigh.
Gary, in particular, was paying me quite a lot of attention and eventually the conversation got around to sex.
"Are you wearing suspenders?" Gary asked.
"Yes, I think they're sexy," I replied.
"Christ, so do I. They're very horny." With that, his hand dropped to my thigh trailing up to the bare skin and lightly caressing it. "Have you been to any of Claire and Steve's parties before?"
"No, in fact Rob and I haven't been to any parties at all."
"What. You've never swung before?" he asked, amazed.
I laughed, "Yes of course we've swung, it's just that it's always been with someone we've met for dinner, or drinks, and decided whether we liked them, or not, before we've ended up in bed."
His hand on my bare thigh gave a gentle squeeze. "Do you like me?" he asked.
"Yes I do, Gary."
"Would you like to go to bed?"
I could feel my pussy getting wet, my nipples hardening. "I think I'd like that very much," I said softly.
He took his hand from my thigh and stood up. He reached his hand out to me and helped me to my feet. "The bedrooms are all upstairs," he said and led me to the staircase.
"Ladies first," as he stood to one side, to give me access to the stairs. I'm sure he did it so he would have a good look up my skirt as I climbed the steep staircase.
As I walked up the stairs Gary was right behind me, feeling my bare thigh between my stocking tops and panties with each step. I knew I was wet, I could feel it starting to soak my panties. His fingers made their way inside the wide legs of my french knickers and felt the wetness on the lips of my hairless pussy.
I stopped climbing the stairs as his fingers slipped straight into my sopping cunt. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and held me still on the stairs as he finger fucked me with his right hand. His thumb found my clit, I couldn't move as he pushed all of his fingers in and out of my cunt, his thumb working my stiff little clitoris over and over. I moaned, and within seconds, orgasmed on his hand, my cunt spasming around his penetrating fingers, releasing my juices all over his hand.
