Was it an Orgy, or a Gangbang? Why, Yes, Yes it Was.

This story starts with a guy named Jack randomly reaching out to us on Swinglifestyle dot com (SLS).

SLS is one of the biggest swinger sites on the internet. Its interface is dated and has an almost 90’s / Netscape vibe to it at times. It’s also effectively the defacto standard for swinging in the northeast US, and the site we’d recommend to anyone in this area.

Jack and Diane (come on, you KNOW I had to go there when I decided on Jack as the husband’s pseudonym) are pretty much the stereotypical swinger couple. They’re a bit north of middle aged at this point and holding up better than average. Jack’s chest hair and gold necklace game is strong. Diane is a blonde bombshell and when you see the two in a crowd, it doesn’t take long to figure out that they’re a couple.

Jack struck up a conversation on SLS with me that quickly shifted to offsite texting. Diane isn’t much of a texter, so it was Jack, Kate and me on the group chat.

Probably a good idea to introduce ourselves to any new readers. Kate and I (Sam) are a married couple in our 50’s whose relationship is Ethically Non-Monogamous (ENM). We’re swingers, our marriage is open; we have sex with other people. We’re in a committed relationship, and on the polyamorous spectrum; Kate has a boyfriend. It’s neither of our first marriages. We met in an AA meeting; we’re each more than a decade sober now. If you’re curious about how this all works, we talk about our relationship in varying degrees of depth in other posts. We have an email address listed in our “about” page if you like to contact us.

Jack and Diane were hosting a medium-ish house party the following week and invited us to attend. We didn’t have any other plans or commitments, so we accepted.

We were kind of nervous about it all week, not so much the swinging part, more of the social part. We didn’t really know what to expect, though Jack was very gracious in explaining the setup and the people that would be involved. It was clear he relished his role as the wise man on the mountain, showing the newbies the way of things. He did it well, never struck us as being pompous or lording over us. It became clear that while not Rockefellers, Jack and Diane had done pretty doggone well for themselves. If the night did turn out to be a shitshow, at least it would a decidedly upper middle class shitshow.

While we were pretty far from swinger / lifestyle virgins at this point, we weren’t overly experienced either. We knew enough about our reactions to have a degree of confidence in us and our relationship; we didn’t expect that this party would be a problem for us. We decided that we’d be ok with whatever the night threw at us, and we each had the latitude to play or not play as we saw fit. This was a good thing, because it didn’t cross either of our minds that the night could go the way it ended up going. Soon enough, the big night arrived, and off we went.

Jack and Diane have a beautiful home in a quiet new-ish development. Like most lifestyle things in our area, it took us an hour or so to get there. We Goldiloxed the arrival time, and made our way inside. We were probably the 8th or 9th couple of an eventual 15 or so to arrive.

Everyone socialized for a time in the kitchen; drinks and finger food were setup. The lighting was good, and low music was playing. Kate and I immediately felt comfortable and welcome. Kate, being her, lit up the room and before long we had met everyone. This was great, and a new experience for us. We’d been to a couple of lifestyle clubs prior to this, and honestly the experience left us a bit flat. Overcrowded, and waaaaay too loud. There was room to breathe at the party, the conversation was organic and comfortable.

I’ve discovered that there’s two groups of (wildly different, yet delightfully similar) people that I’m most comfortable with, most able to be myself with. Any crowd in any AA meeting I’ve ever been to, and a group of swingers. There’s a lack of pretense I suppose, everyone knows why everyone else is there; not a lot of hidden motivation or agendas.

Behind the kitchen was the living room, another comfortable and open space that became the hub as the night wore on. The play rooms were downstairs. There were a couple of areas with air mattresses setup; one that was a touch off the beaten path, IE thru a door, the other in the middle of the downstairs space.

As Jack gave us the nickel tour, he made no secret of his intentions with Kate. Kate, flirt that she is, fueled this fire.

Not long after our arrival, the couple talked about in our jealousy post, Lisa and Andy, arrived. By this point, Kate and I were in full mingle mode, floating around the conversation both separately and as a couple. Lots of smiles, we each enjoyed seeing the other interacting with the group. It was a good-looking crowd; the energy was on point and getting more sexually charged by the minute.

There were several lessons learned that night. The first one may have been that being the best-looking guy in the room (after me, Kate insists) doesn’t equal being the best lover in the room.

Brad was the first to ask Kate downstairs. There was no arm twisting required. Kate made sure I was good, gave me a kiss, and be-bopped downstairs with Brad, and Vlad, in tow. Brad would be the good-looking guy; Vlad The Impaler was a fat cocked Hungarian who was also at the party with his wife. Probably a toss-up between Vlad and Jack as to who was the horniest guy there.

Shortly after Kate went downstairs, Lisa and I wandered down as well. As I recall, Andy had already made his way down. When we got down, we peeked in the closed off a little bit space and there was Kate and her assortment of “suitors”. Brad had already completed his mission, leaving a decidedly meh impression on Kate. Vlad The Impaler left quite a different impression, repeatedly. Vlad had a rough but in bounds energy and physicality with Kate. This is something that I typically don’t have, but had learned that Kate enjoyed.

Also in the scrum was Jack, who, while Vlad was doing his impaling, decided it would be a perfectly wonderful time to test Kate’s oral skills. That’s a test Kate has never failed to ace, and she was clearly doing so again. In the back corner of the room was a threesome consisting of a beautiful raven haired woman named Melody, and a pair of guys who’s names I can’t place. Suffice to say the room was smoking.

There was some space on the Kate side of the room, Andy had already moved in and joined the crew. It didn’t take long for Lisa and I to decide that being in there was the place to be, so in we went.

I’ve been fortunate enough to experience a couple of orgies in our swinging adventures, this was the first. They’re a very relaxed kind of intensity, time pretty much ceases to have any meaning. Most of the time in the room is a blur, but a couple moments are burned into my mind.

First memory starts with Kate on all fours. Jack behind her, mounted doggie style. Lisa was on her back under Kate, more or less centered. Kate wasted no time and took advantage of this positioning and was going down on Lisa. I was on my knees supporting Lisa’s head with my hands as she was going down (well, up) on me. I can see it in my mind’s eye as clearly as if it were happening right now. It was really quite something.

The second was at some point, I have no idea who was doing what to whom at the moment, Kate and I made eye contact. “I’m in my element” said Kate, “these are my people.” Yes my love, yes on both counts.

After a time downstairs, the group made it up to the living room for much need beverages and snacks. There was spent an amazing hour or so, no one naked, no one clothed, just talking in the loose relaxed way that people who have just shared and amazing experience do. It was great, as was the entire experience.

Thanks for reading!!! Be kind to yourself, and everyone….

Sam & Kate