Richie and Randi of KinkyLiterature.com sent me a Happy New Year greeting and mentioned that they were featuring my erotic story, Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party, today. Of course, that brought back a flood of memories of the night that story is based upon!
We throw a large New Year’s Eve Pajama Party every year with typically 50-60 couples in all kinds of outlandish outfits or lack thereof. As hosts, Foxy and I rarely have as much fun as we’d wish taking care of things.
Swingers don’t usually drink much as it affects your performance. The guys anyway and so drunks are rarely a problem at our house parties. Generally, several cops, a plastic surgeon, and a paramedic are on hand. Back in the Midwest, we used to have a corner who partied with us. She was a tiny thing, and for someone who handled stiffs, every day was a wild thing in bed.
We always made it a habit not to get too friendly with our neighbors as our parties were a bit wild, and we never wanted anyone around us to show up. Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party was the night our fears came to pass.
A couple who lived two houses down was friends, and we would have supper occasionally. New Year’s was when we sweated as they would make comments about cars lining the streets for our pajama party. Then one night, right after midnight, the doorbell rang, and I answered it to find our friends from down the street. They were all decked out in formal attire.
Not knowing what to do, I invited them in. I was wearing a bathrobe, and Foxy was in her trademark long johns with little animals on them. The front was unbuttoned down to her navel, and the rear flap opened. There was an orgy going on in the living room, and by that time of the night, virtually everyone had lost most of their clothing.
Our house had about one hundred and twenty people to gawk at, and I explained that they were welcome to stay but not to broadcast our activities to the neighborhood. The husband was a little freaked out, but his wife wanted to stay. They ended up leaving even if I told them they would be safe.
I told. one of my fellow authors, Lisabet Sarai, about this incident, and she suggested that we write an erotic story about the night. She and I collaborated, and the story turned out pretty darn good, if I say so myself. Of course, we wrote in our neighbors joining the party and getting passed around.
The story is available at Kinky Literature by clicking this link.
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