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.
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