It was not to be my first swinger’s party but it certainly was to be my first swinging experience.
We had spoken many times of the excitement of a party, I used to get so damm hot during these conversations all I wanted to do was climb on top of him and fuck for hours. The simple truth was the only party we had been to so far was a bit of a let down really, it was quieter than I expected and the people were very reserved.
I had dressed for the street in casual clothes but in the minutes prior to arriving had insisted on a little joint to loosen the nerves. Feeling very relaxed and starting to feel very sexy I had climbed the stairs and been let into a wonderful apartment.
It was a fun night, don’t ever get me wrong there but the truth was there was just too few people to really get it happening and apart from a few errant boob gropes while my man was screwing me I was not approached in any way. I was certainly hoping for something but as a new cum
