Last night seemed like the old days when it was party till you drop. I guess I’m getting old when dancing on a table with a lampshade on my head is not as much fun as it used to be. Well, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration. You can never find a good lampshade when you need one.

The crowd we run with in Sin City has been pretty quiet over the last couple of years, with COVID putting a dampener on a lot of things. Things have been getting better, but the scourge of COVID still seems to hang around. But, while it hasn’t entirely gone away, the fingers around your neck seem looser. Last night, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and luckily, it wasn’t an oncoming train.

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One of the couples in our crowd has their house set up for partying, with numerous bedrooms in the basement. Yes, they have a basement, which is almost unheard of in southern Nevada. That’s one of the things I miss about living in the Midwest.

Foxy looked especially tasty in her minidress, cut down the front to show her boobs and down in the back to show the crack of her ass, sort of like your favorite plumber except not as hairy. At almost six feet barefooted, in heels, she towers over everyone with those long legs. As a member of the no-bra club, I’m one lucky guy to walk in with her on my arm.

The weather was nice, a little cool but not too bad, and I decided to take our vintage Corvette convertible. The party was in a guard-gated community, so I felt safe leaving it on the street with the alarm system set.

Downstairs in the game room, I fixed Foxy a frozen margarita from the blender and got myself a Coke. I’m a light social drinker and never drink at house parties. Liquor doesn’t improve a guy’s sexual performance, and I never take a chance.

Drinks in hand, we circulated through the relatively large crowd for a house party. After a few minutes, I realized that Foxy had disappeared, which is common with couples in the Lifestyle as we’re allowed to play on our own.

I ended up back at the bar and decided to freshen my drink when a short brunette asked for help with the blender. She couldn’t get the blender to start and kept pressing different buttons with no result. It was a Ninja, similar to the one we had at home, and I could see the lid was on wrong. With a Ninja, the interlock doesn’t allow the motor to run if the top is in the wrong position. It’s one of the things you learn about the Ninja beyond the fact you can also use it as a woodchipper.

I removed the top and showed her where the mark was to line up the top with the handle. Then, with the lid on properly, I blended the margarita mix and poured her a glass. Danita reminded me of a librarian with a short bob cut but had a cute face and figure. She was wearing a blouse and skirt but nothing to write home about. Typically, women at swinger’s parties dress to impress, and Danita is obviously late to the party.

Still, she had a bubbly personality and was fun to talk to. They had just moved to Sin City after her husband got transferred from somewhere in Wisconsin. They were new to the scene and still feeling their way around. She asked who my partner was, and I replied that my wife was a tall brunette with curly big hair.

“Oh, I saw her. I think my husband is in love with her,” Danita laughed.

“I get that a lot,” I replied. “She’s an ex-model and is out there most of the time.”

“She pulls the big hair off well as it went out of style years ago,” Danita said. “She seems to ooze sex.”

“Her hair is naturally curly and was always fighting the curls. I didn’t like all the chemicals she used to straighten it, and I finally told her to let it go naturally. It always seems to be a hit with people and accents the fact she is often swimming against the tide.”

As we talked, I noticed that Danita was the touchy kind. Initially, it was just touching my arm or leg as she made a point. Then, the time she left her hand on me lasted longer until she left her hand on my leg and leaned against me. I could feel her boob pressed against my arm, and it was distracting to say the least.

Foxy had never reappeared, and I assumed she was off in one of the bedrooms, so I asked Danita if she’d like to party.

She gave me the cutest smile and replied, “I’d like that. Will you go slow with me?”

Walking down the hall, with bedrooms on either side, I pointed to an open door. I closed the door behind us and led her to the bed. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. The intensity of her kiss surprised me, especially from a librarian type.

As we kissed, I unbuttoned her blouse, and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Then, I unsnapped her bra with one hand from my high school day training in the backseat of a car. Danita was working on my belt, and I had to show her how a ratchet belt works. Laughing, she pulled my slacks down and sat on the edge of the bed.

Grabbing my boxers, Danita tugged them down and grasped my cock. She began to kiss and suck me while I unbuttoned my shirt. For a librarian, she gave unbelievable head. I was surprised at how much Danita could stuff in her mouth.

“This is a lot better than the last time,” Danita whispered in my ear. “Thanks for taking pity on me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I’d never consider you a charity fuck.”

“I just don’t know how to look sexy,” She replied. “I always feel phony with my boobs out. I wish I could be more like your wife.”

“Give it time,” I replied. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Sliding down between her legs, I spread them open and kissed her clit. She had a cute landing strip above her pussy, directing me to the target. Spreading her lips apart, I was surprised at how wet she was, along with how good she tasted.

Danita held my head as her first climax hit her. For the librarian type, she was an animal in bed, and I tried to forget imagining her with horn-rim glasses on. She reminded me of a couple we know whose wife is a coroner (forensic pathologist). These two were poured out of the same mold and a textbook example of a nymphomaniac. Once you lit the fuse, it was every man for himself.

I entered Danita from the back and could feel her drawing me in, just like my corner fuck buddy. She was so hot I was expecting to see burn marks on my dick as we ramped up. I like starting in the spoon position, as it’s easier to control how deep you’re going. If it’s a girl I’ve partied with before, I know how deep to go and am always cautious the first time.

I could Danita’s legs start to tremble and knew her next orgasm was starting, and it only seemed to be a few seconds until she was in a Grand Mal Seizure climax. She was like my wife, and hanging on was like wrestling a greased pig at an FFA rodeo.

After she calmed down, I got in a missionary position as she chewed on my ear while panting. I could feel her fingernails in my butt cheeks as she encouraged me to use her. Just then, I heard the bedroom door open and, after a few seconds, close.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Foxy, buck naked except for heels, slide into bed with us. She likes to join me when I’m partying, and tonight was no exception.

“Hi, baby. Who’s this?” Foxy giggled.

“Danita,” I replied. “Danita, this is my wife, Foxy.”

“Hi,” Danita replied and immediately returned to digging in my ear with her tongue.

Foxy wormed her way in between us so she could check out the new girl. As they kissed, I saw Danita’s eyes open for a second and then slowly close as Foxy’s tongue wormed its way into her latest conquest.

They kissed for a long time as I slow fucked Danita while watching the action. Foxy’s hand was stroking my dick and Danita’s pussy as they made out.

“Let me have her for a minute,” Foxy said and pushed me off Danita. I knew better than to object and lay beside the two girls while stroking my dick.

Foxy was already primed and quickly climaxed as she kissed the new girl. Foxy learned years ago how to climax instantly by simply thinking about it. When she gets into the action, she orgasms over and over until she’s exhausted.

Foxy gave her a final kiss and said, “I think I’ll keep her.” Then she dug around in Danita’s pussy with her fingers. Looking at her wet fingers, Foxy tasted them and asked, “No cum?”

“We were just getting started before you interrupted,” Danita responded.

Laughing, Foxy replied, “Sorry, but when you get Larry, you automatically get me.” Leaning in, Foxy kissed Danita for a long time before asking, “That’s not so bad, is it? You’ll find I’m better at eating pussy than my husband.”

“Here, try mine,” Foxy said after digging in her cunt with two fingers. Pulling out the mixture, Foxy fed it to Danita, excoriating, “Don’t think, just suck my fingers clean!”

After a moment’s hesitation, Danita began to suck Foxy’s dirty fingers.

“Good girl,” Foxy said. “Now, isn’t that better?”

Danita cleaned Foxy’s fingers and realized that Foxy required confirmation. Reaching up, Danita pulled Foxy down for a long, tongue-filled kiss. Foxy convulsed as her next climax slammed into her. Danita held her tightly until the jerking stopped, and Foxy’s mind flew into outer space.

“Is she always like this?” Danita asked as she looked at my unconscious wife, who had collapsed on top of her.

“Gotta love her,” I laughed in response. Foxy rolled over and was instantly sound asleep.

I put Danita’s feet on my shoulders and began to finish what I’d started. If I thought she was hot before, now she was positively burning. Her love tunnel was drenched, and there was no resistance to my dick hitting bottom. The first time I hit her cervix, I watched Danita’s eyes slowly roll up in her head, and she gave a whole-body convulsion.

“Fuck me, Larry, before your wife wakes up,” Danita cried out while thrusting up against me. We were both ready, and it was only a couple of minutes until I exploded deep inside her.

We kissed afterward and cuddled beside my wife, who was still dead to the world.

After exchanging contact information, I managed to wake up my wife and track down her clothes. That was one of the best house parties we’ve been to in a long time.

I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life. I write about the things we do and see, especially swingers, unicorns, Hotwives, and cuckolds. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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