First Time Sex Party

My husband and I had taken part in quite a few threesomes over several years. I had always felt nervous when he suggested them, feeling that I wasn't anybody elses type but his. His fantasy was to watch others 'enjoy' me, and they certainly did.

We have had threesomes with men and women, and all parties have gone home satisfied beyond their wishes.

When my husband suggested we go to a sex party, my initial reaction was that it would be a room full of perfect people, with perfect bodies and no inhibitions jumping one another all over the place. Although he always complements my body, I never thought that others would feel the same. Right up until the day we left for the party, my stomach would turn at the thought of being there. He promised me from day one that if I felt uncomfortable we could leave, but we had to go for the experience of just being there.

We arrived at the nearest motel near the party and went for a few drinks in the bar. There were other couples there drinking, and we spent the afternoon wondering if any of these people would be at the party, as it was just up the road from where we were staying. After a few drinks we went back to our room to get ready. I had a long hot soak in the bath, trying to relax, shaving my pussy to neat perfection, just in case! While I was putting my face on, my husband went to the bar again to see if there was anyone around that looked as though they were going to the party. As I dressed in my PVC basque, stockings, short skirt and skin tight metal heeled boots, my stomach was churning.

He came back to the room to tell me that there were loads of people in the bar that had already been to one party, and were then moving on to the next. The thought that everyone there apart from us knew what they were doing made me feel even worse. He had to virtually prise me out of the door.

When we got to the bar, I couldn't look anybody in the eye. I sat drinking with my long raincoat on, trying to cover myself up. As the room gradually emptied, we thought we had better do or die, so we started making our way up the road.

When we got to the door, my legs were like jelly. I wished that we had got the wrong house and we could just leave, but somebody did answer the door, and this perfectly formed girl welcomed us in. The story inside was about the same. Scantily, sexily dressed men and women everywhere. Before we had even taken off our coats, we were invited into a room to watch a show. We walked in to find a crowd around two naked women on a couch, one with her head burried in the others pussy. Everyone was cheering them on, but I had this fear that they expected me to join in straight away. I needed a drink! We went to the kitchen and started talking to a few people. They reassured us that everybody has a first time at one point, and that watching was fine. If you didn't want to get involved you didn't have to.

We then moved on to the main hall. People were dancing, some were disappearing upstairs, some were naked and some were flirting with each other. It seemed like minutes had turned into hours before anybody approached us, I was glued to the spot, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Then the unthinkable happened, and a guy came up to us asking all sorts of questions that I really didn't know if I wanted to answer. As he left, my husband assured me again that everything was fine, and we could leave at any point. When the same guy came back again, I knew he was interested, and I gripped my husbands hand in ressurace that I was ok. The guy asked us if we had been upstairs yet to see any action - we hadn't. So my husband asked if I wanted to go. This guy was very attractive, and after my few drinks I thought 'what the hell", so off we went. I led the way, walking as sexily as you can when your legs are like jelly, knowing that this guy and my husband had a good view up my skirt. We went into one of the rooms - it was empty. So we closed the door, sat on the bed and that was it, clothes started to fly. My husband lifted my skirt to reveal my neatly shaved pussy in all her naked glory, while the guy unzipped my basque to release my ample breasts. My heart was thumping out of my chest as the door opened, and another guy asked if it was a private party. My "what the hell" instinct took over again, and we invited him to join in too. I had one guy on each breast, as one guy ate hungrily on my pussy. I reached out to release some good hard cocks from their trousers, taking one in my hand and one in my mouth. I was in heaven. What happened next was a bit of a blur, people started coming into the room to watch, some of them started playing with themselves, and I couldn't help but reach out to grab them or put them in my mouth. The first guy entered me roughly, I was very wet by this time and as he pumped away at me, another guy came in my mouth. No sooner had he finished, there was another eager hard cock in my mouth looking for the same treatment. This carried on for about two hours. I had cum dripping from my pussy, my face was covered in cum and I was a physical wreck.

In total, we worked out that at least eight men had fucked me or cum over various parts of my body. I dressed very wearily and we headed home totally shattered.

When we got back to our room, my husband tore my clothes off and licked my pussy until there was nothing left. Then we fucked until we were totally exhausted.

After all the anxiety, it was definitely a night to remember, and one that we will never forget.

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