I’d been having a lot of fun on AdultFriendFinder, but had been hearing a lot about FetLife and decided to give it a try. It was a bit of a different website, almost a facebook-type thing for people into various fetishes, instead of just a hook-up site like I was used to, but it was still interesting. Almost immediately after joining, I was talking to a guy who was hosting a Valentine’s Day sex party and I got an invite. It was in Hillcrest, the local LGBT neighborhood, but he told he told me there would be both straight and gay sex at the party and I would feel welcomed. So I went.
Wanting to look good, I went out that morning and bought some very nice lingerie to wear at the party. I wasn’t sure if I would have it on for long, not really familiar with sex party etiquette, but I didn’t want to be walking around in any of my normal underwear at the party because I thought I’d be self-conscious. I went to Nordstrom and paid almost $400 for a bra and panty set, which probably had less than a square foot of total material. It’s amazing what underwear can cost.
I threw on a short skirt and a see-through top and felt very sexy walking into the party. The guy lived in a second floor, two bedroom apartment, and there wasn’t a lot of space. In my mind I had pictured there being 30 or more people at the party, but it was actually 9 of us. He greeted me at the door, kissed me on the cheek, complimented how I was dressed, and then let me inside. Right on the other side of the door, a man and women were having sex in a chair. She was sitting on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Neither of them seemed to even notice when I walked in. I noticed them, of course, because I was close enough to touch them.
I got a few introductions from people that weren’t otherwise engaged in a sex act. I was told to make myself comfortable and watch, mingle, or join-in as I saw fit. So I stripped to my lingerie and walked around a little, drinking from the bottle of water I brought with me. Two women were making out in one of the bedrooms with a naked guy standing there watching. He saw me and asked me if I wanted to join them. I figured that was the whole point of me being there, so I walked inside. One of the women on the bed motioned me to get on the bed with them and then started kissing me. As a straight woman, I’m still a little uncomfortable with lesbian sex, but I had to anticipate that at a sex party I would play with some women too. The three of us kissed and touched each other for a while longer, and then we eventually started paying more attention to the guy. Lucky him, really. He had three women kissing and sucking and licking him everywhere. He put on a condom and took turns with each of us. I remember thinking that it probably really isn’t safe sex if he’s using the same condom with me as he did with the other women, but I didn’t worry too much about it. I didn’t cum, and neither did he, but the other two women either did or were very convincing in faking it.
When things were winding down with us, the two women left the room and I was alone with the guy. Moments later, the guy throwing the party walked in and started kissing the other guy. I was a little surprised at first, in a good way. I watched the two of them make out and then start sucking each other, wondering if I should join in or just let it happen. I can honestly say I had never been with two bi guys before and wasn’t sure how it would work. The guy throwing the party put on a condom and started having sex with the other guy, and I got in front of them and let him lick me while he was getting fucked. I was much more turned on by the fact that two men were having sex in front of me than by anything he was doing to me, but I had two orgasms back to back.
Neither of the men had orgasms though, and I was starting to realized they probably were intentionally saving it for the end. The man in the middle left and I was alone with the host, who changed condoms and then started fucking me. Technically my fourth partner of the night, and I was feeling a bit slutty. After giving me another orgasm, he had one too. We laid there for a bit together and he kissed me and said he always likes to end the night with the new person, which apparently was me. I looked at the clock and realized I’d been in that room having sex for more than three hours. It had felt like about 45 minutes.
I found my new expensive lingerie on the floor, and almost didn’t feel right putting it on my sweaty and thoroughly sexed body, but I did anyway. There were only three people left when I thanked him for his hospitality and went home. I’m not sure if all sex parties are like this, since it was my first one, but I certainly enjoyed myself.
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