Continuing the story of Damian and Kitty's first visit to a swinger's party. As always, thanks for reaching out to me with your feedback on my stories (best by email) and for reading. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do, and I always love receiving pictures, fantasies, and true life stories from my followers.
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"Damian..." she paused, searching for the right words while looking out across the dark forest of trees flitting by, "I... I think coming to the swinger party was a bad idea."
I stayed quiet, waiting for her to offer reasons. I normally do a lot of talking, and interrupting, but I did my best to listen this time.
"David, we were- It was supposed to be a tour of the house- and I just-" she said, the words pouring out in a rush as she tried to get out all of her thoughts at once.
"It's okay baby, take it slow," I said while rubbing her thigh reassuringly, "you went to get a bottle of water, and then what happened?"
"I... I had sex with David," she said, wincing as the words left her mouth.
"Well, I mean... that IS what swinger parties are all about," I replied with a short chuckle.
"I was the one saying that I wouldn't do anything! That I would just watch!" she whimpered, "and now... I just... I threw all that out the window."
"Did either of you break any of our rules?" I asked seriously.
I thought back to us writing down each specific bullet point over the course of the previous week. It had been kind of stressful, writing everything out and finding out what types of worries we had about swinging. We had talked about it for years, but with it finally becoming an option, we had to be really careful with what we decided would be okay.
She told me that we couldn't kiss anyone else on the lips. I suggested that we could only have sex with 2 different people per party, not including having sex together. We both agreed it was only sex, and if there were any types of weird feelings we would immediately cut it off. We also agreed that if anyone was feeling at all uncomfortable, we would cut everything and either talk privately or go home. She said she didn't want any girl cuddling me after sex, and I said I didn't want any guy to piss on her or cum on her face.
Remembering it now, It was a weird list, we really had no idea what happened at swinger parties so we just thought about things that were important to us for the first time.
"No, we... everything followed the rules. He asked me if I wanted to go back to the party..." she said, letting her words trail off.
"And you told him you wanted him?" I asked, trying to pull more details from her story.
"He was just so friendly, and when he showed me around the house I saw their library, and then I stubbed my toe and he rubbed my foot, but it was completely on the up-and-up at that point. Then when we got to the master bath the door got stuck and we bumped into each other. After that it all happened kind of fast, and I just... I really wanted him," she said with a resolute sigh.
All the while I had been rubbing her fingers and squeezing her hand gently to help her continue talking, only taking it away to shift into a different gear as we drove along the mountain path.
"I can't believe myself, I don't... I just can't do this," she said.
"You can't do 'that' or you can't do 'this'?" I said while placing her hand on my crotch.
The fly was pressed out hard with my cock ready to split open the seam.
"I.. Wow... I wasn't expecting this reaction. You aren't mad at all?" she said while squeezing my shaft through my pants.
We were still making our way out of the gated communities at the bottom of the mountain, so I pulled into a long driveway of a house with a 'for sale' sign and turned off the car.