Strapping Swingers

My friend Al told me about this swing party he wanted to go to, and I told him it sounded cool. I think he was testing me. I've heard that some guys hire a hooker or whatever to go with them to these parties. After checking what my reaction to the idea was, Al asked me to go with him.

I had no idea what to expect. He said there would be people having sex all over the place, right in front of each other, and that sounded pretty interesting to me. "Is it okay just to watch?" I asked him. And he told me, "Sure! Those exhibitionists need an audience." So I said I'd go with him.

The party was in a kinda grimy business building in midtown Manhattan somewhere, and when we got there, everyone still had their clothes on. People were all talking, just chillin', and Al and I hung out and had a beer. Some couples had brought their own bottles of booze or wine.

They looked so straight! Like regular people you'd see in line at the bank. There were also a couple of single guys, who were totally obvious, looking kinda desperate, like a guy at the prom without a date. Al said that single guys don't get lucky very often at swing parties, but at least they can watch.

The sex started sometime after midnight. First this skinny blonde girl started giving her boyfriend a blowjob right in the middle of the main room. People were pretty cool about watching, and it got everyone going. A kinda heavy chick was giving her date a lap dance, grinding on his cock and pushing her big tits in his face. And pretty soon, everyone was either sucking, fucking or making out.

There was one room in the back that had equipment like a horror house dungeon. Al and I thought we'd check that out, and when we went in, there was a woman in shiny clothes, with a big blue strap-on, spanking another chick. I'd never seen anything like that. It was pretty hot.

After spanking for a while, the woman in black started fingering the girl, and then she got onto the big S&M bed, just got up behind her and slid the strap-on in. I had only seen strap-on fucking in porn videos, so I made sure to watch close. A girl fucking a girl, wow! Al was standing right behind me, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my ass. We're just friends, and we've never had sex, but at that moment, I would've yanked my panties down and let him fuck me, if we hadn't been in a room full of strangers! I was so fuckin' wet!

After the woman with the strap-on fingered that girl until she came, I had to get outta there. I had a fake dick of my own at home that I couldn't wait to get inside me. I hope Al asks me to go to another one of those parties!
-- Carol T., New Jersey

Construction Worker Cliché

How clichéd is it to have sex with the cable guy or the fix-it man? Well, the stories are clichéd for a reason, I suppose, and that's that these things DO happen. I work at home and recently was having my kitchen renovated. This meant attempting to concentrate while young construction guys were hammering and sawing and pouring concrete mere feet from my computer. The noise was bad enough, but the construction workers were even worse-for my concentration!

Each one who tracked plaster dust through my door was more handsome than the last. And each appeared to have a fine appreciation for my physique. One afternoon, an impressive six-foot specimen of a man asked, "How tall are you?" with his eyes traveling up and down my tight spandex ensemble. "Five-ten," I replied, not sure whether to feel flattered or uncomfortable. "You're one big chunk of woman," he said, smiling broadly. I decided to take that as a compliment!

It was pretty close quarters, with so many men in and out. They had their own set of keys, so privacy was at a premium. Then, of course, it happened: the handsome hunk walked in on me as I was peeling myself out of my sweaty gym clothes. We stared at each other for a few startled seconds, and he blushed, stammering his apologies. I figured if he had any appreciation for me, perhaps he'd like to show me some more. "No, no problem, Eduardo," I said, still stripping myself down. "Why don't you take a little break?" He blushed a darker shade and I added, "Unless your coworkers will be back soon."

Evidently, they were all gone for the day, having left Eduardo to clean up and prep for the following morning. Let's just say that things weren't quite as prepped as they should've been, but Eduardo definitely cleaned up!
-- Velvet, Portland, OR

May/December Magic in Summer

A cocktail party full of married folks isn't the place to find romance. Torrid affairs, perhaps, or easy sex, if you happen to be into married men. It was definitely the last thing I expected. It was a hot late-June evening and some friends and coworkers were celebrating someone's fortieth birthday. I was feeling every year of my 42, and found myself admiring one of the young caterers or cocktail waiters; I never quite caught what it was he was supposed to be doing there.

He was a stunning six-foot-six with coal black hair, startling green eyes and a sly, sexy smile. I'm sure when I shook his hand, he could see me sizing him up; I simply couldn't help myself! And throughout the evening he kept catching me staring. We engaged in a few fleeting moments of clever conversation, me trying hard not to be too coy and him effortlessly being cute.

When most of the guests had gone home, I decided to check out the roof deck, and was pleasantly surprised when the young man joined me. His hand brushed against my thigh and I gasped, giving myself away. Oh, I had tried to be so cool. "You needn't try and fool me," he said, reaching behind me to caress my ass. "I can tell you want me." Well, he had that right! But he was so cocky. Little did I know. When he kissed me, he pulled my ass into his crotch and I could feel his hardening cock.

We made out like a couple of teenagers for a good long while-or should I say, I made out like a teenager, since he was probably barely in his 20s. He smelled just like high school. When we stopped to catch our breath, he slid to his knees and dragged my silk drawstring slacks down with him. He nuzzled into my crotch and teasingly extended his tongue, and soon he was licking and lapping. I spread my thighs and held onto his thick mass of curls, moaning unselfconsciously. He brought me to orgasm in an alarmingly efficient manner, leaving me breathless and embarrassed.

But that didn't last long, as he deftly turned me around, leaned me up against the railing and, slipping on a condom like some sort of professional, slid his rock-hard, half-my-age dick into my sopping pussy.

That young man rode me for an exhaustingly long time, till my hair was wet with sweat and my thighs were shaking from the strain. Then he stiffened for those telling few seconds, groaned as he emptied himself inside me, and leaned down to caress the back of my neck. And then he politely pulled my pants back up, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and suggested that, perhaps, we should be going, since the party was almost certainly over. For me, it had only begun!
-- Erin, Newport Beach, CA