Hotel Party? Yes Please.

There’s a couple ways I want to start this post.

First, it’s not all that common an occurrence at this point in life for Kate and I to do something for the first time. I suppose it’s some kind of aging law, which makes sense. When we do, it’s something that I’m much more aware of than I was say in my 20’s or 30’s. Saturday night was a first for us; an interracial hotel party. We weren’t sure at all what to expect.

Second, as we were driving home, stupid grins on our faces, we realized that this was a night we’d be talking about, complete with the stupid grins, for a loooooong time. It felt then, and does now, like we leveled up in the swinging game.

By way of an introduction if you’re reading us for the first time……Kate and I 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 somewhere on the polyamorous spectrum; Kate has a boyfriend (or two) and is a Hotwife. It’s neither of our first marriages. We met in a 12 step 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 would like to contact us.

Kate, in case you’ve missed it to this point, or I haven’t been clear, likes to fuck.

This hotel party group had been on our radar for a good while now, a year or more. They typically have their parties a bit out of our driving range, and the ones that have been closer had schedule conflicts. Not Saturday. The party was in range (the Harrisburg PA area) and our schedule was open. We signed up for the party a few weeks ago, got in contact with the hosts, and away we went.

The hotel was great, clearly a convention kind of place. The setup in the room was amazing. It was actually 3 adjoining rooms.

The main social area / living room was as you walked in. It had several chairs, a couple couches and a balcony. To the left, thru French doors, was the first play area with a couple of I think King sized beds. On the right were two additional connected rooms, each with 2 more beds, and 2 additional bathrooms. There was space to be social, space to play on display, space to play more intimately. If Kate and I ever host a hotel party (which we’ve talked about for a while) this would be where I’d like to do it.

It was instantly clear that we were with our people when we entered. Everyone was warm and engaging, small talk / chit chat was effortless and had the typical lifestyle touch more breadth and depth to it than you see in vanilla spaces.

The crowd was as advertised, all over the color spectrum. There were single women and men, as well as couples. It was balanced, close enough to a 50–50 ratio between the sexes. Roughly equal numbers of dark and light skinned people.

After 45 minutes or so, Kate made the command decision to “slip into something more comfortable”; that being a beautiful and sexy matching lacy black bra and thong. Kate, always incredibly comfortable in her own skin, rejoined me on a couch in the living room.

Up till this point, we were in social mode, talking with everyone and I suppose taking the temperature of the room. This is a good place to point out that there was fairly consistent sex taking place in at least one of the spaces since we arrived. People would drift in and drift back out. The energy was great, this was a group of people that knew each other, were welcoming, and were very comfortable with each other.

It didn’t take long for Kate to be asked to play. Her and Rafael headed to what was the main exhibitionist / voyeur bed; it was directly thru the French doors. In short order, Ray and then Chuck joined them on and around the bed. It was off to the races at that point. Everyone who wasn’t playing was soon gathered around and watching the show. Eventually Kathy, the hostess, joined and she brought someone with her as well…I think.

It’s an amazing sight; it was a couple of things. It was pretty far from swinging 101. It’s one thing to see your significant other have sex with someone else. It’s a different thing to see her be the fuck toy of 3 other men, simultaneously. All 4 of them were 100% in the zone, each sharing their sexual energy in the way that was most organically them.

There was a basket of condoms on the night stand by the bed, and there were plenty used. One would go on for fucking, then off for sucking. Another one on, then off….

Chuck was the youngest and most inexperienced. He pushed the boundries a time or two, and Kate kept him in his place. No foul at all. He was actually great, asked every time he did something different. Ray was kindof the director and spent a good amount of time on his back with his cock in Kate’s mouth. A steady stream of talk coming from him, encouraging everyone and repeatedly taking Kates temperature, making sure all was well. I did the same, I walked over to Kate, and touched base with her, she was great. Rafael had a constant Cheshire Cat grin on his face, giving and getting in equal measure.

At one point, someone’s phone started buzzing in the living room. Turned out it was mine; it was our daughter Rachel, wanting to FaceTime. Suffice to say I didn’t answer.

Eventually, round one tapered off. People needed a drink and a snack. A short time later, Rafael again asked Kate to play; he wanted to complete his mission and complete it he did. Kate and Rafael clicked; they’re texting and are planning a date down the road.

After a pause for the cause for Kate to again get some water and fruit, It was our turn.

The main vouyer bed was now taken with the host and hostess putting on quite the show of their own. Included in this was a saws-all with a dildo attachment. I’m not making this up. Kate and I stood naked, with just about everyone else watching as it unfolded. The level of trust, vulnerability, confidence, lust and love on display was equally breath taking and hilarious.

Something that was constant across all the beds, for the whole night, among all the bodies, was the joy. To a person, everyone was smiling and laughing all night. There wasn’t a hint of ick at all.

Kate and I settled on to the other bed in the main room, and started making slow love to each other. Different energy, different vibe; more intimate and familiar. We attracted a crowd as well. I’m not as comfortable as Kate is with being an exhibionhist, but it felt fine and in bounds, I loved it. The husband of a couple asked to touch Kate as she was on top of me, and he did. It was great….

Standing at the foot of the bed was Mark. Mark was a tall quiet guy, fit as a fiddle and hung like a horse. He was patient and respectful, like everyone else. After some time, Kate and he made eye contact and as I took my leave, she invited him to the bed. It’s safe to say I know Kate pretty well at this point; I had no doubt this would be intense for her.

They were a study in contrasts; large and petite, dominant and submissive, black and white, male and female.

They fucked like they had been doing it for years, they looked and were completely natural together. Their energy together was primal; Mark took what he wanted, and Kate gave to him willingly what he demanded. They were a fitting finalie for Kates sexual adventure that night.

There were a couple of single guys who arrived after the festivities were under way. Each guy arrived separately, while Kate was on center stage with her 3 lovers. After they each checked in, and saw what was on display, they shifted into deer in the headlights mode. I get it. I think most people would have that reaction. One recovered and got the vibe of the room, the second didn’t.

Bachelor number 1 was engaging, talking to anyone about anything. Bachelor number 2 was passive, almost waiting to be engaged with it felt like. In short order bachelor number 1 was naked on the main bed, face buried between a woman’s thighs. Bachelor number 2 was glued to a seat. Both guys had the balls to show up (it was each of their first times with this group) one got on board with the energy of the room, the other struggled.

We ended up leaving on the early side; Kate had to be at work for 7 am Sunday. No idea how the rest of the night unfolded for bachelor # 2.

Kate said she would have played with either of them. Problem was when they arrived, she was already 3 guys into the night. By the time bachelor number one got naked, Kate was involved in her finale with Mark.

Two takeaway lessons from the bachelors. First, be on time or at least not too late. The party had a start time of 6PM, they arrived after 9. In fairness, that may have been a non issue as we have no clue what happened after we left. Still, in that environment, being late seems to be a disadvantage.

Second, use your words and take your shot. I didn’t see anyone get turned down. Be respectful and courteous, ask and you’ll probably be invited to play.

Something else that was clear as a bell before too much time passed was that the women ran the show. The organic authentic vibe of the whole night stemmed from this. This party was about the women getting what they wanted. The hyper orgasmic squirters had a load of soaked fun. The getting off on you getting off women, like Kate, were tossed around and fucked silly. The whole time we were there, I saw one guy orgasm. Everyone else held fire, the focus was absolutely on the women.

Kindof a life lesson for us in the aftermath, well, a reinforcement I suppose. “Who’s to say what is good or what is bad” comes from a Buddhist parable that we’ve found to be a truism.

The parable goes something like this. An old farmer’s horse escapes his pen and disappears. Hearing this, his neighbor visits to bemoan the loss. “Who’s to say what is good or what is bad” replies the farmer. Next morning the horse has returned and brought 2 others along with it. Again, the neighbor visits to share in the joy of this unfound bounty. “Who’s to say what is good or what is bad” replies the farmer. Later, while breaking one of the new horses, the farmer’s son takes a fall and shatters his leg. The neighbor returns to grieve with the farmer. “Who’s to say what is good or what is bad” says the farmer. The very next day the Army comes thru the village and conscripts all young men for a war. Seeing the son’s broken leg, they let him stay home…..

Kate and I were supposed to be in Florida last weekend, attending the Splash takeover in Ft Lauderdale. I screwed up the vacation schedule with work, and I couldn’t get the time off, so we had to cancel. Not the end of the world, flights were refunded, and we communicated with Splash and have an (i think) 80% credit for a future event. Works for us.

Without my screwing up the schedule, we’re not at the hotel party last weekend, we’re at Splash instead. Further, since we had to punt on FL, we’re going to New England in a few weeks; couple days in Vermont, then down to the Boston area, with a day in Salem. Who’s to say what is good and what is bad……

Thanks for reading!! Be kind to yourself and others!!

Sam & Kate

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