First time at Blue Moon Bay? Start at the beginning:
September 6 ~ Will
September 13 ~ Renee
September 20 ~ Will
September 27 ~ Anna
October 4 ~ Bruce
September 6 ~ Will
September 13 ~ Renee
September 20 ~ Will
September 27 ~ Anna
October 4 ~ Bruce
October 25 ~ Sydney
I had talked so much shit to Dorothy about how she needed to live a little, I’d made it impossible to chicken out. Which was exactly what I wanted to do now that I realized I was going to a party at my neighbors without any Spanx on.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“You ready babe?” Doug yelled up the stairs. He’d been skipping around all day. Excited to fuck someone else for the first time in eleven years.
We’re going to end up divorced, I thought to myself and straightened the buttons down the front of my black pleather cat suit. I was determined to go down swinging. (or fucking, sucking, and giddy upping)
I followed my cheerful husband to the Cummings’ house. It was not only the last one on the cul-de-sac, but it had the most bedrooms making it an obvious choice to host our first annual Swinging Halloween party.
The rules were simple.
Both members of each invited couple had to participate.
Partners would be randomly assigned.
The encounter, in fact the entire night, would never be spoken of again.
The safe phrase was Blue Moon Bay, and if spoken, whatever a person was doing ceased immediately without discussion, defense, or excuse.
If all the rules were followed, the party would become an annual event. One slip, and it would die.
“It is incredibly hot how open minded you’ve been about this whole thing,” Doug said, and I wanted to punch him in the face. Throughout the night, I would remember his beady little eyes peering out from his mask as he spoke. The image would make it easier to be with someone else.
We fell into silence as we approached the front walk. The large man at the door was the guy from the condos who was constantly at the gym. He was dressed in a tuxedo that was too tight around his arms and a mask that barely covered his enormous head.
“Good evening,” he said. “Tickets?”
Doug handed him the glossy photograph Martinique had created as an entrance ticket. It was a pumpkin with a masquerade mask and a pair of lace underwear hanging off the stem. Perfectly innocent yet completely suggestive.
“Enjoy your night,” the bouncer said and opened the door into another world.
The room was dimly lit. Twinkling white lights illuminated the bar and bartender, a buff shirtless man in tuxedo pants. Moonlight streamed through the French doors and onto the two naked women who were not any of my neighbors and were making out and caressing each other to the beat of the ethereal music playing at too high a volume to speak. As the women’s arms intertwined, they became a beautiful kaleidoscope of sensual motion that I couldn’t look away from. I'd never been in a room with naked people before. At least not like that. When they kissed, I reached up and touched my breast. The bass, the dancer’s tongues touching each other, and my husband’s hand on the small of my back as we watched caused a throbbing in my groin.
“Do you want a drink?” Doug practically yelled in my ear.
I nodded and left behind the fears of my decision to attend this party. I relinquished them to the two women now fingering each other who exhibited no regrets.
“Two shots, Grey Goose Reserve,” Doug ordered with a couple of fingers in the air.
They were delivered with two small gift bags. The bartender handed the orange one to me. Inside were three condoms, which seemed like an abundance, a small tube of lube, and a card that read:
Welcome and congratulations. You will be spending the night in the red room at the end of the hall, past the kitchen. Please make your way there now and await your date if they have not already arrived. Before you go, confirm the person you came with doesn’t have the same room. Happy Halloween!
“Red room,” I said not loud enough for Doug to hear me, and held up the card. He raised his yellow card with a shy smile. “I love you,” came flying out of my mouth.
“Love you, too.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Have fun,” he said and walked away like he was going to wait with our youngest while I rode the Super Double Looper Roller Coaster with our older son at a theme park.
Candles in large glass hurricanes lined the floor of the hallway and led me to the door covered in red velvet and left ajar. I pushed it open and found Marcus sitting on a couch at the foot of the bed watching the porn that played on the television across the room.
“Come here,” he said and held out his hand without acknowledging that he knew who I was.
I took his hand and sat down next to him, but he moved me onto his lap and spread my legs wide. My back was to him, and I viewed the television, too. The scene had changed from a chaotic orgy to two men welcoming a woman into a room with only a couch and a chair. Before I could wonder my usual questions of the woman’s backstory, the scene clipped ahead to one of the men taking his pants off and sitting on the chair while the other man took off the woman’s shirt. I decided to call her Priscilla in my head.
Priscilla seemed to like both of her dates. She opened the fly of the man’s pants in front of her, reached in, and pulled out his dick to start sucking it. As his dick buried deep in Priscilla’s throat, Marcus grabbed my pussy and rubbed. His movements matched the rhythm of Priscilla’s.
“Do you like what you see?”
I watched the woman on the television and decided the heat rising up the back of my neck suggested that I did. I nodded to Marcus because I didn’t know what to say. He unbuttoned the top of my costume and spread the pleather wide across my shoulders. Cool air hit my chest. My nipples hardened but I wasn’t sure if it was the breeze or Marcus’ touch as he massaged both my breasts.
“Your tits are amazing. So soft.” Mine were real. His wife’s were fake, but I shouldn’t have known that because I shouldn’t have been having sex with my neighbor’s husband.
“Fuck yeah,” Marcus said and focused my attention on the television again. He was mesmerized by the two men penetrating the woman on the couch. “Take off your clothes, please,” he said and kissed the top of my shoulder.
I stripped out of the cat suit. Marcus pulled down my underwear to my ankles as Priscilla was sucking one of her date’s dick and the other man thrust into her vagina. All eyes were on her, including my own. Marcus pulled me back into his lap. The black pants of his vampire costume rubbed against the bare skin of my ass and reminded me I was naked in his grasp.
“Next time, we can have a threesome,” Marcus practically groaned against my shoulder. His groin pressed against me with need.
“Next time,” I said and thought to myself, only if Priscilla is coming because she seems more than happy to take on the heavy lifting.
“I’d love to watch someone else fuck you.” He pushed the hair off the back of my neck and kissed me there while still gyrating his hard dick against my ass. “I think about it all the time. Every stupid dinner party we have, I imagine a dick in your mouth…or up your ass.”
“Oh…” I swallowed hard. “My.” Marcus was hot and engaging, but I’d never thought the same way about him. Not until his tongue traced my hairline, and he took my earlobe between his teeth.
“Stand up,” he said and lifted me off his lap.
I rose to my feet and began turning to him.
“Keep watching. My favorite part is coming and so are we.”
Marcus liked to watch. I wondered how his wife felt about that, but she had to be put out of my head so I returned my attention to the way Priscilla licked and sucked the balls in her mouth. She caressed them with an aggressive touch that made her friend throw his head back in satisfaction. The other man sat naked and alone on the chair next to them. He stroked his cock while he watched her. She was pleasing two men with only her tongue. Priscilla was my inspiration.
“You like to watch,” I said.
“Very much so.” Marcus bent me over at the waist. He fingered me with his other hand flat on my back. “Right now I am watching the television and my finger going in and out of your wet pussy. You are exactly as I imagined you to be.” He spread my ass cheeks and then massaged them in his hands. His grip was rough and made me long for his finger to return, but I was rewarded with Marcus’ cock the minute Priscilla was bent over and fucked in the same exact way.
Marcus’ rhythm matched the scene, and I imagined the other man in the room watching us. On the screen he was stroking himself harder and talking to the man with Priscilla. “Pound that pussy,” he said as if he was the one in charge even though he was sitting alone. “Fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow.” Marcus rammed into me harder. We were actors on the screen and I preferred it to being neighbors.
Priscilla yanked her nipples and played with herself. I did the same, and Marcus moaned behind me. She focused on her clit and I mirrored her. Two come sisters in a night of fantasies.
Marcus kissed the back of my neck. “You are fantastic, Sydney. Don’t stop.”
“My pleasure,” I said and kept playing with myself. I teased and twirled my clit until Marcus slowed his pace. He entered me slowly and left me begging for the fullness of his dick each time he leaned back.
Priscilla had moved. She was now on her back on the couch. Marcus guided me to the same position. He laid me down and mounted me, but he couldn’t see the television. It was now only for me.
“Tell me what you see,” he said as he thrust his dick into me.
My head fell back as he entered. My eyes were closed. The only sensation I could focus on was that of him in me.
“Talk to me, Sydney,” he said but kept moving.
I watched Prescilla and caught my breath. “She’s lying on the sofa and the man is on top of her.”
“What else?” he asked and rammed into me again before pausing and waiting for me to speak.
I longed for his movement. I reached down to touch myself in search of a release to the engulfing need he’d created with these theatrics, but he caught my wrist in his hand. “Not yet. Tell me what you see if you want to come.”
I watched again. “She’s looking at the man on the chair. She likes him watching her.”
Marcus began fucking me again, and Priscilla didn’t disappoint.
“She is playing with herself. Licking her fingers and touching herself with them.” The sight of her was intoxicating. My mouth watered at her pleasure and my hips rose at the need to be touched.
“Ah, I love it. Touch yourself, Sydney. I’m going to come, but keep talking.”
I touched my clit and an electric energy coursed through me. My whole body tightened before I remembered to speak. “She’s so wet and swollen. Every inch of her is ready to explode, but she keeps her eyes on the man in the chair.” I threw my head back and through clenched teeth said, “He just nodded at her giving her permission to come.”
“Yes,” Marcus said and thrust into me one last time. I came with my entire body shaking. My pussy surrounded him and pulled him further into me as my heart pounded beneath my breasts.
When I caught my breath, I looked around the room. I half expected there to be a man perched on the chair to the side with his dick still in his hand, but the there was no one there. Not even Priscilla. She and the other men had turned off.
“Halloween is my new favorite holiday,” Marcus said as he dressed. “Are you guys going to trick or treat with the kids?” We were back to normal…or neighbors…or whatever.
When I was fully put back together, Marcus opened the bedroom door and held out his hand to invite me to walk out first. Marcus was a gentleman. Doug was nowhere to be found in the living room. Marcus offered to get me a drink from the bar, but all I wanted was water. I’d been through a workout, and my body needed some replenishment.
At the corner of the bar, Martinique was bent over with a masked man’s dick in her. Bruce caressed a dancer near the door, but he never took his eyes off his wife. It was just like Martinique to be the center of attention even at a swinger’s party.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“You ready babe?” Doug yelled up the stairs. He’d been skipping around all day. Excited to fuck someone else for the first time in eleven years.
We’re going to end up divorced, I thought to myself and straightened the buttons down the front of my black pleather cat suit. I was determined to go down swinging. (or fucking, sucking, and giddy upping)
I followed my cheerful husband to the Cummings’ house. It was not only the last one on the cul-de-sac, but it had the most bedrooms making it an obvious choice to host our first annual Swinging Halloween party.
The rules were simple.
Both members of each invited couple had to participate.
Partners would be randomly assigned.
The encounter, in fact the entire night, would never be spoken of again.
The safe phrase was Blue Moon Bay, and if spoken, whatever a person was doing ceased immediately without discussion, defense, or excuse.
If all the rules were followed, the party would become an annual event. One slip, and it would die.
“It is incredibly hot how open minded you’ve been about this whole thing,” Doug said, and I wanted to punch him in the face. Throughout the night, I would remember his beady little eyes peering out from his mask as he spoke. The image would make it easier to be with someone else.
We fell into silence as we approached the front walk. The large man at the door was the guy from the condos who was constantly at the gym. He was dressed in a tuxedo that was too tight around his arms and a mask that barely covered his enormous head.
“Good evening,” he said. “Tickets?”
Doug handed him the glossy photograph Martinique had created as an entrance ticket. It was a pumpkin with a masquerade mask and a pair of lace underwear hanging off the stem. Perfectly innocent yet completely suggestive.
“Enjoy your night,” the bouncer said and opened the door into another world.
The room was dimly lit. Twinkling white lights illuminated the bar and bartender, a buff shirtless man in tuxedo pants. Moonlight streamed through the French doors and onto the two naked women who were not any of my neighbors and were making out and caressing each other to the beat of the ethereal music playing at too high a volume to speak. As the women’s arms intertwined, they became a beautiful kaleidoscope of sensual motion that I couldn’t look away from. I'd never been in a room with naked people before. At least not like that. When they kissed, I reached up and touched my breast. The bass, the dancer’s tongues touching each other, and my husband’s hand on the small of my back as we watched caused a throbbing in my groin.
“Do you want a drink?” Doug practically yelled in my ear.
I nodded and left behind the fears of my decision to attend this party. I relinquished them to the two women now fingering each other who exhibited no regrets.
“Two shots, Grey Goose Reserve,” Doug ordered with a couple of fingers in the air.
They were delivered with two small gift bags. The bartender handed the orange one to me. Inside were three condoms, which seemed like an abundance, a small tube of lube, and a card that read:
Welcome and congratulations. You will be spending the night in the red room at the end of the hall, past the kitchen. Please make your way there now and await your date if they have not already arrived. Before you go, confirm the person you came with doesn’t have the same room. Happy Halloween!
“Red room,” I said not loud enough for Doug to hear me, and held up the card. He raised his yellow card with a shy smile. “I love you,” came flying out of my mouth.
“Love you, too.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Have fun,” he said and walked away like he was going to wait with our youngest while I rode the Super Double Looper Roller Coaster with our older son at a theme park.
Candles in large glass hurricanes lined the floor of the hallway and led me to the door covered in red velvet and left ajar. I pushed it open and found Marcus sitting on a couch at the foot of the bed watching the porn that played on the television across the room.
“Come here,” he said and held out his hand without acknowledging that he knew who I was.
I took his hand and sat down next to him, but he moved me onto his lap and spread my legs wide. My back was to him, and I viewed the television, too. The scene had changed from a chaotic orgy to two men welcoming a woman into a room with only a couch and a chair. Before I could wonder my usual questions of the woman’s backstory, the scene clipped ahead to one of the men taking his pants off and sitting on the chair while the other man took off the woman’s shirt. I decided to call her Priscilla in my head.
Priscilla seemed to like both of her dates. She opened the fly of the man’s pants in front of her, reached in, and pulled out his dick to start sucking it. As his dick buried deep in Priscilla’s throat, Marcus grabbed my pussy and rubbed. His movements matched the rhythm of Priscilla’s.
“Do you like what you see?”
I watched the woman on the television and decided the heat rising up the back of my neck suggested that I did. I nodded to Marcus because I didn’t know what to say. He unbuttoned the top of my costume and spread the pleather wide across my shoulders. Cool air hit my chest. My nipples hardened but I wasn’t sure if it was the breeze or Marcus’ touch as he massaged both my breasts.
“Your tits are amazing. So soft.” Mine were real. His wife’s were fake, but I shouldn’t have known that because I shouldn’t have been having sex with my neighbor’s husband.
“Fuck yeah,” Marcus said and focused my attention on the television again. He was mesmerized by the two men penetrating the woman on the couch. “Take off your clothes, please,” he said and kissed the top of my shoulder.
I stripped out of the cat suit. Marcus pulled down my underwear to my ankles as Priscilla was sucking one of her date’s dick and the other man thrust into her vagina. All eyes were on her, including my own. Marcus pulled me back into his lap. The black pants of his vampire costume rubbed against the bare skin of my ass and reminded me I was naked in his grasp.
“Next time, we can have a threesome,” Marcus practically groaned against my shoulder. His groin pressed against me with need.
“Next time,” I said and thought to myself, only if Priscilla is coming because she seems more than happy to take on the heavy lifting.
“I’d love to watch someone else fuck you.” He pushed the hair off the back of my neck and kissed me there while still gyrating his hard dick against my ass. “I think about it all the time. Every stupid dinner party we have, I imagine a dick in your mouth…or up your ass.”
“Oh…” I swallowed hard. “My.” Marcus was hot and engaging, but I’d never thought the same way about him. Not until his tongue traced my hairline, and he took my earlobe between his teeth.
“Stand up,” he said and lifted me off his lap.
I rose to my feet and began turning to him.
“Keep watching. My favorite part is coming and so are we.”
Marcus liked to watch. I wondered how his wife felt about that, but she had to be put out of my head so I returned my attention to the way Priscilla licked and sucked the balls in her mouth. She caressed them with an aggressive touch that made her friend throw his head back in satisfaction. The other man sat naked and alone on the chair next to them. He stroked his cock while he watched her. She was pleasing two men with only her tongue. Priscilla was my inspiration.
“You like to watch,” I said.
“Very much so.” Marcus bent me over at the waist. He fingered me with his other hand flat on my back. “Right now I am watching the television and my finger going in and out of your wet pussy. You are exactly as I imagined you to be.” He spread my ass cheeks and then massaged them in his hands. His grip was rough and made me long for his finger to return, but I was rewarded with Marcus’ cock the minute Priscilla was bent over and fucked in the same exact way.
Marcus’ rhythm matched the scene, and I imagined the other man in the room watching us. On the screen he was stroking himself harder and talking to the man with Priscilla. “Pound that pussy,” he said as if he was the one in charge even though he was sitting alone. “Fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow.” Marcus rammed into me harder. We were actors on the screen and I preferred it to being neighbors.
Priscilla yanked her nipples and played with herself. I did the same, and Marcus moaned behind me. She focused on her clit and I mirrored her. Two come sisters in a night of fantasies.
Marcus kissed the back of my neck. “You are fantastic, Sydney. Don’t stop.”
“My pleasure,” I said and kept playing with myself. I teased and twirled my clit until Marcus slowed his pace. He entered me slowly and left me begging for the fullness of his dick each time he leaned back.
Priscilla had moved. She was now on her back on the couch. Marcus guided me to the same position. He laid me down and mounted me, but he couldn’t see the television. It was now only for me.
“Tell me what you see,” he said as he thrust his dick into me.
My head fell back as he entered. My eyes were closed. The only sensation I could focus on was that of him in me.
“Talk to me, Sydney,” he said but kept moving.
I watched Prescilla and caught my breath. “She’s lying on the sofa and the man is on top of her.”
“What else?” he asked and rammed into me again before pausing and waiting for me to speak.
I longed for his movement. I reached down to touch myself in search of a release to the engulfing need he’d created with these theatrics, but he caught my wrist in his hand. “Not yet. Tell me what you see if you want to come.”
I watched again. “She’s looking at the man on the chair. She likes him watching her.”
Marcus began fucking me again, and Priscilla didn’t disappoint.
“She is playing with herself. Licking her fingers and touching herself with them.” The sight of her was intoxicating. My mouth watered at her pleasure and my hips rose at the need to be touched.
“Ah, I love it. Touch yourself, Sydney. I’m going to come, but keep talking.”
I touched my clit and an electric energy coursed through me. My whole body tightened before I remembered to speak. “She’s so wet and swollen. Every inch of her is ready to explode, but she keeps her eyes on the man in the chair.” I threw my head back and through clenched teeth said, “He just nodded at her giving her permission to come.”
“Yes,” Marcus said and thrust into me one last time. I came with my entire body shaking. My pussy surrounded him and pulled him further into me as my heart pounded beneath my breasts.
When I caught my breath, I looked around the room. I half expected there to be a man perched on the chair to the side with his dick still in his hand, but the there was no one there. Not even Priscilla. She and the other men had turned off.
“Halloween is my new favorite holiday,” Marcus said as he dressed. “Are you guys going to trick or treat with the kids?” We were back to normal…or neighbors…or whatever.
When I was fully put back together, Marcus opened the bedroom door and held out his hand to invite me to walk out first. Marcus was a gentleman. Doug was nowhere to be found in the living room. Marcus offered to get me a drink from the bar, but all I wanted was water. I’d been through a workout, and my body needed some replenishment.
At the corner of the bar, Martinique was bent over with a masked man’s dick in her. Bruce caressed a dancer near the door, but he never took his eyes off his wife. It was just like Martinique to be the center of attention even at a swinger’s party.
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