I received an email invite for a Christmas party sent by the couple who is in charge of the swinger group I recently joined. I was surprised I got the invite because it was a special party limited to a small group of other members. I guess I got the invite for several reasons.

I must have made an impression when the first event I went to, I ended up getting fucked by Phillip, the man who was in charge of the group, while his wife, Katherine, was in the same king-sized bed getting fucked by another man. Not their real names. I don’t want to use their real names because Phillip is well-known in his occupational field.

I am not into other women sexually, and while we kissed, sucked each other’s nipples, and cum swapped the men’s sex fluid, we didn’t have sex with each other. The men fucked both of us for hours.

Another reason I think I got the invite was that they knew I was a participant at the parties and not just a “lookie-loo”. That was proven at the second event I attended, which was the rescheduled orgy. The original orgy was cancelled due to low participation, but the rescheduled event had about fifteen or sixteen attendees.

The email invitation was sent to twenty select members via RSVP. There would be ten men and ten women. Only twelve people RSVP’d to attend: six women and six men. They were all couples, except for a single man who was a good friend of Phillip and Katherine outside the group, and me.

The party was a Secret Santa Party. The names were drawn at random after everyone RSVP’d. The party dynamics were to buy your secret Santa partner a sex toy. After the exchange of the gift and your secret Santa was revealed, the two of you were to go to a private room and use the gifts on each other. By sending the RSVP, you were consenting to participate in the gift exchange and the use of the toys on each other, regardless of who your partner was, but you did not have to have sex with your partner afterward. If you wanted to, then you could, however.

I thought the party sounded fun and unique, so I sent my RSVP to attend. I then had to buy a gift for my Secret Santa, which was limited to $20. Having a limited knowledge of sex toys for men, I decided not to buy the gift online, but go in person to an adult store that was just off the interstate, about fifteen miles from the city where I lived.

After asking the young woman who worked there and telling her of the monetary limit, she picked out latex male masturbation toys. There were three that came in a single package and cost $19.99. One had the opening of a pussy, one of a mouth, and one of a butthole. I thought they would be perfect.

I booked a hotel room for Saturday night. I always stayed in a hotel. It was about a two-and-a-half-hour drive to Phillip and Katherine’s house, where they hold their swinger events, and I would not want to drive back after the party because it would be late.

I wore a red faux leather skirt that came above the knee, but not too short as to look like a street corner prostitute. My red Christmas sweater was low cut to show my ample cleavage. I wore my calf-high, black boots. Under my clothes, I was wearing a red lacy bra, matching panties, and black thigh highs.

Philip and Katherine are a reasonably attractive couple in their mid-forties. Katherine is what I call a plastic woman. She had cosmetic surgery done, including fake breasts and bleached blonde dyed hair. I thought she wore too much makeup, and maybe would have looked better if she wore less makeup and had the grace to age naturally and not have surgery done. But that’s me. Men seemed to like her, and she was popular with both men and women at the parties.

Phillip is an orthopedic surgeon, well known, and does surgery on college and professional athletes occasionally, and Katherine works as an LPN. They are quite well off financially. The house where they hold their swinger events is not their primary home.

They have a house on a large lake that is isolated and on God knows how many acres. On the property, they have ten small, single-room cabins, each with a bathroom that contains a shower. Each room was furnished with a double bed and a chair. There was one larger cabin that they used for their orgies. The property was similar, but also different from one of the swinger groups Patrick and I belonged to.

The party started at eight that evening and started as a normal party inside the main house. We mingled, had snacks, and non-alcoholic drinks. After about two hours, Kathrine announced it was time for the Secret Santa exchange, and we all gathered around the Christmas tree.

Phillip and Katherine played Santa and his elf helper and passed out the gifts. Our Secret Santas were revealed as we took turns opening our gifts. My gift was a glass dildo with a heart base, eight inches long, and egg shaped head. The shaft got thicker as it ran down to the base, and it had undulations on the shaft. I blushed when I opened it and took it out of the box. It looked delightful, and I was eager to discover who my Secret Santa was and for him to use it on me.

I watched as the man to whom I was a Secret Santa opened his gift. His name was Darien. I had met him and his wife earlier as we all mingled. If I had met Darien under other circumstances and he had asked me out, I would have declined because I was not attracted to his type physically. But I learned long ago, when I was younger and into the swinger lifestyle with Patrick, that you had to make compromises on physical attraction if you are going to be active in that type of lifestyle.

I read erotic stories about swingers, and most of them write about how everyone at the parties is hot and sexy, but in reality, that is not the case.

I have been fucked by unattractive men, and even downright ugly men, and many times I was pleasantly surprised with how well they fucked me. My then-husband Patrick didn’t have that problem. He once teasingly told me he was a Marine and Marines would stick their dick in a knothole of a tree if it got them off.

I didn’t have sex with anyone on our first visits to the swinger parties. Instead, I would just watch Patrick fuck another woman while I masturbated. It was not until our fourth event that I had sex with another man at the parties.

I was watching my husband fuck an older redheaded woman while I masturbated. After they were done and I had gotten myself off, the redhead begged Patrick to stay and fuck her some more. I left the room and went to mingle in the common area while I waited until they were done. Later, when we got home, I would have Patrick fuck me.

While I was waiting for about thirty minutes and talking to and flirting with an older man, he suggested we go and have sex. I was horny, he was nice, and had a good sense of humor, so I agreed. He was in his forties, I guessed, not very attractive, about twenty to twenty-five pounds overweight, and extremely hairy, including thick back hair. He ended up fucking my brains out three times and gave me several orgasms. I then became much more active in the swinger lifestyle and learned to compromise on physical attraction.

Darien was in his mid-thirties, I guessed, and a large man with his muscles bulging under his short-sleeved Christmas shirt. He had the body of a bodybuilder, which I am not attracted to. He did not have an attractive face, and his hair was shaved, not for style, but to hide the fact that he was going bald at a younger age. I would not say he was an ugly man, but certainly not an attractive one.

When I first met him and his wife, I thought they made an odd couple. Anita, his wife, was a black woman, looked to be in her early thirties, with a smooth complexion the color of coffee with a splash of cream in it. That was not why I thought they made an odd couple.

I thought they made an odd couple because Anita was a small, thin woman. She could not have stood more than five feet two inches tall. Whereas Darien was well over six feet and large body, and I thought they looked odd next to each other. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just seemed oddly out of place to me.

I don’t like to say other women are ugly, and while Anita was not an ugly woman, her face was not particularly attractive. I would say she was maybe a little below average looking, with a wide nose and large, full lips that were painted with red lipstick. Her kinky, black hair was styled in a short afro above her head. The black woman had a cute and sexy body, however.

She was wearing a pair of tight, black yoga pants with glitter Christmas tree patterns on them. The tight pants accentuated her butt, which, while not wide, did protrude from her backside quite a bit. She was wearing a tight, pullover, short-sleeved shirt with a Snowman on the front. Her breasts looked to be about a B cup, and the tightness of the shirt showed off how flat her stomach was.

I talked with Anita for a while and found her charming and delightful. Oddly, I found myself attracted to her. I am not sexually attracted to other women, but I have had sex with other women when I was younger. If I am not sexually attracted to other women, why did I have sex with them? That is a good question readers of my stories may ask. The reasons will be revealed in my story series about my swinger lifestyle with my first husband.

I would not say I was sexually attracted to Anita in the sense that I wanted us to have sex, but there was just something about her that attracted me to her. While I thought she had a cute little body to her, she was not a very attractive woman, but she was very charismatic. My attraction to her was like a platonic girl-crush.

Attractive or not, Darien was my Secret Santa, and by attending the party, we all consented to allow our partners to use the gifts on each other. I was looking forward to that, and I didn’t have to have sex with him. Darien seemed pleased with his gift, and I hoped he was pleased with who his secret Santa was.

After the gift exchange, we spent time getting to know our partner. Darien was nice, but arrogant, and he certainly loved himself, but I didn’t find that a turn-off. I liked somewhat arrogant men, even though he was more arrogant than I liked, and I really liked his confidence. While I had never met him of his wife before, he told me they had been members of the group for almost two years.

We avoided more personal questions, such as where we live, our occupations, and where we worked. That typically was not discussed at swinger parties I went to when younger, because it could lead to stalker-like situations. It never happened to Patrick or me, but we heard stories of it happening to other people.

After about thirty minutes, some couples already left to enjoy their new gifts, and Darien suggested it was time for us to use ours on each other. By then, I was sexually aroused and agreed. We made our way to the assigned cabin, my arm looped in his as we walked.

Once inside the cabin, it was agreed that I would use the toys I bought Darien on him first. We first started timidly kissing while standing next to the bed, and soon started making out fiercely as our hands explored each other. Darien pulled my sweater above my head, and I removed his shirt. His body was what I like to refer to as a steroid body, and his muscles were huge. Even while I ran my hands over his large chest, it still was not the physique I found attractive on a man.

Darien’s chest was shaved, and so were his arms and legs. A pity, I liked a hairy chest, and men who shaved their body hair were not something I was attracted to.

Darien sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and then his clothes until he was naked. When I started to undress, he told me to leave my panties, thigh highs, and boots on. I did. I then walked over to him, straddled him, put my arms around his thick neck, and we started making out once more as he fondled my breasts and used his fingers on my nipples.

I started kissing him with more intensity as I made whimpering moans of pleasure in his mouth and was soon grinding against his hard cock. Darien moved his mouth to one of my hard nipples, and I gasped out in pleasure. As he sucked my nipples, his hand moved between my legs.

“No,” I told him and grabbed his wrist. “Our gifts only,” I teased him.

“I want to feel how wet your pussy is,” he responded.

“Oh, it’s wet, you are just going to have to trust me,” I continued to tease him. He chuckled and placed his hand on my breast.

My pussy was wet, and I was aroused. I did want him to use his finger in my pussy, but I wanted to play out the secret Santa and use the toys I bought for him. Darien lay down on the bed, pulled me on top of him, and we made out some more. I wanted to touch his cock badly, but I was able to refrain.

“Use the toys on me now,” Darien told me.

I giggled and got off of him. As I started to remove my boots, he told me again that he wanted me to keep them on. He told me to keep them on the entire time. I thought that was sexy. I almost fell flat on my face when I was removing my panties over the heel of my boot.

I got the toys I gifted Darien out of the box, picked up the lubricant of the small round table next to the bed, and got back in bed. Darien sat up in the bed, pulled me to him so I was sitting on top of his legs while mine stretched out past his wide body. I poured some lubricant into the opening of the mouth toy and stuck my finger inside it. It was tight. I handed Darien the lubricant.

“You do yourself,” I teased him, and giggled when he frowned.

After both the toy and his cock were lubricated, I leaned back and placed the opening of the toy to the tip of his penis. Darien had a nice cock. It was average length, six and a half to seven inches, and nicely shaped. His body was so large that it made his cock look smaller, and he was bare of pubic hair. I preferred a man who had pubic hair, but it was his body, and he was not my husband.

“Go slow. Make it last and don’t make me cum too quickly. I want you to use all three of them on me,” Darien told me. I smiled and nodded.

I slowly pushed the toy down on Darien’s hard cock, and he moaned in pleasure. As I moved my hand up and down in a slow tempo, Darien put his hands on my butt cheeks and started kissing me. I responded by kissing him back.

As I slowly worked the toy on Darien’s cock, we kissed with lustful intensity. He soon started sucking my nipples, and when he tried to place his hand between my legs, I would push it away. When I used the toy faster, he would tell me to slow down again.

After several minutes of using the first toy, Darien told me to use the one with the fake pussy opening. I told him to lie down on his back while I did so. Darien lay on his back. I put lubricant into the opening of the toy and placed my finger inside it to lubricate the inside. The tight inside felt like the inside of a real pussy.

I kneeled between his legs and started to use the second toy on his cock, once again going slow. It was fun and turned me on to slowly stroking his cock with the toy and listening to his soft but masculine moans.

“Put your ass up here,” he told me after several moments. “I want to taste your pussy.”

I looked up at him and grinned and shook my head. “Not yet, baby,” I told him.

As much as I would have enjoyed Darien using his mouth, tongue, and fingers on my pussy, I knew that due to my sexual arousal, I would cum quickly. I wanted to cum, but I also wanted to wait and have an orgasm while he used the gift he bought me.

“Fuck that feels good, Jennifer. Keep doing that,” Darien moaned out as I worked the toy on Darien’s cock, and I leaned down and started licking his hairless scrotum.

I continued to lick and suck the man’s scrotum as I slowly worked his cock with the toy. When I would increase the tempo, Darien would tell me to slow down because he didn’t want to cum yet.

“Lift your legs,” I told him after several more minutes of licking, sucking, and using the toy on him.

“Why? He asked.

I giggled. “I want to do something,” I replied. I hoped he liked what I wanted to do. I certainly enjoyed doing it, but some men didn’t like it.

Darien lifted his legs and still using the toy on him; I placed my free hand on his butt, lowered my head, and started licking his butthole. I was pleased when Darien moaned in pleasure.

“Umm…fuck, Jennifer, you sure are a nasty slut,” Darien told me.

Until recently, I would have been highly offended and even angry if anyone called me a slut. But now it turned me on. After licking his butthole for a while, I pushed my tongue into Darien’s butt, and he made another moan of pleasure.

“Use the other one now until I cum,” he told me after several minutes of me rimming his butthole and using the pussy toy on him.

I pulled the sex toy off his cock and sat back on my heels. “Can you turn over and get on your hands and knees?” I asked.

Darien chuckled and did as I asked. As he was getting on his hands and knees, I prepared the third toy with the anal opening with lubricant. I then moved closer, placed the toy over his cock, and pressed my face to his butt. As I was stroking his cock with the toy, I once again pushed my tongue as deep as I could into his butthole. Darien again called me a nasty slut as he moaned in pleasure.

As I made circling motions with my tongue in Darien’s ass, I started stroking his cock faster, and this time he didn’t stop me. It was not long before he moaned out that he was going to orgasm soon. I quickly removed the sex toy from his hard cock, moved to position my body so I was on my back, and my head was between his legs. I then took hold of his cock by the bottom of his shaft, raised my head, parted my lips, and took his cock in my mouth.

Darien moaned louder and started making short, hard thrusts into my mouth as he orgasmed. Cum ejaculated from his cock, into my mouth, and down my throat. I swallowed his cum as it shot into my mouth. After his orgasm ended, I continued to suck and lick his cock until he pulled out of my mouth.

Darien lifted his leg over my head and lay on his back, breathing hard. I smiled at him as I moved ot lay next to him. He reached out, put his arm around me, and pulled me close. I lay my head on his hairless chest.

“Damn, that was good, Jennifer. The toys you got me worked great,” he told me.

“The real thing is much better,” I teased and giggled as my words hinted at giving him consent to fuck me.

“Oh, I plan on trying to find out for myself,” Darien said, and I smiled that he picked up on the hint. “But first, it’s time to use the gift I got you. Anita picked it out. She has one and loves it.”

Darien and I lay on our sides facing one another, our bodies pressed together, and we started making out again, and I made gasping moans as Darien played with my hard nipples. He was pressing them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my belly. I made a louder gasping moan when Darien inserted a finger into my pussy. He had large hands and thick fingers.

“Umm, your pussy is so wet,” he commented.

Darien rolled me over to lie on my back. I spread my legs as he got on top of me, and his erect cock was pressing against my pelvis. He was kissing my neck, one hand on my breast, teasing my hard nipple, and his other hand was between my legs, tickling my soft, brown pubic hair.

I never shaved my pussy hair, not once in my life, but I had trimmed it neatly before I went to the party. I kept the triangle pattern hair above my pussy at its natural length, but trimmed the edge,s and I trimmed the hair around my vulva and pussy shorter. I made another loud gasping moan when Darien inserted two of his large fingers into me. I was so wet they slid in easily.

“Fuck me, baby. Please, fuck me now,” I moaned out as the man teased my nipple and pussy.

Darien ignored me and started kissing his way down my body as I kept moaning out. I wanted him to fuck me. When his head was between my legs, Darien removed his fingers from my pussy, used his fingers to spread my pussy open, and started to run his tongue over my exposed pussy. He was licking up and down the slit and licking up my pussy fluid that was around my vulva.

“Umm…God, that feels so good,” I moaned out when Darien pushed his tongue into my pussy. “Make me cum using your mouth,” I told him. “Use your fingers on my clit….make me cum, baby,”

Darien licked the inside of my pussy several more times, then sat back on his heel,s looking down at me, or rather my large breasts, which were heaving up and down due to my hard breathing from arousal.

“Fuck, your tits are huge,” he commented. “I don’t want you to cum yet. We still have the toy to play with.”

I let out a whimpering moan of frustration as Darien picked the toy off the small table next to the bed. “Spread your legs further apart,” he ordered me, and I did as he told me. Darien moved to kneel next to my body as he pressed the toy to the entrance of my pussy. He slowly pushed the toy into me until it could go no further.

“Uhh, God, that’s big and so deep in me,” I moaned out when the dildo was fully inserted inside me.

“Feels good, doesn’t it!” he said, and it was not a question. Before I could reply, Darien started to work the toy in and out of my pussy slowly.

“Ohh…ohhh…yes, ohh God yes, it feels so good!” I moaned out. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop.” His wife had great taste when it came to sex toys. The toy he got me felt wonderful.

While he used to toy in my pussy, Darien started teasing my clit with his other hand and leaned down and started sucking my nipples, moving from one to the other and gently biting them.

“Ohh…yes, yes. Oh, baby, I’m going to cum. Ohh, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” I moaned out after only about three minutes of Darien using the toy inside my pussy.

Darien quickly pulled the toy out of my pussy and stopped stimulating my clit. I made a loud, whimpering moan of frustration. He looked down at me and grinned.

“I don’t want you cumming yet,” he told me. “I want to enjoy this for a while before you cum, and then I am going to fuck you.”

“But…but I want to cum,” I whined out.

Darien chuckled. “Not yet. I want you to beg for it.”

“I don’t beg,” I scoffed. That was a lie; I had begged to be fucked many times. But he didn't have to know that.

“We’ll see,” he replied and once again inserted the toy into my pussy.

Darien used the toy in my wet pussy fast and hard, then slow, and then fast again. He kept changing the tempo of fucking me with the toy while he teased my clit and sucked my nipples. I was moaning loudly from pleasure and moving my hips up in rhythm with the toy going in and out of me. God, it felt so good. The toy was great, and I could feel how it stretched my pussy and the undulations of the shaft of the toy inside me.

Each time I moaned out that I was going to cum, Darien would remove the toy and wait a minute or so before he put it back inside me. I would groan out in frustration, but I refused to beg. The man edged me several more times, and while I wanted to orgasm badly, I didn’t beg him. Darien was not upset I didn’t beg; he was amused and enjoying himself.

After the last time he edged me and pulled the toy from my pussy, Darien moved to straddle me. His hard cock was resting on my face, and his scrotum was almost touching my nose.

“Lick it,” he ordered me. “Lick my ball sack.”

I placed my hands on his thighs and started running my tongue over his hairless scrotum. I did wish he had hair on his cock. I enjoyed licking a man’s hairy scrotum.

“Suck my balls,” he told me.

I really was not into sucking a man’s testicles. I was not averse to it, I just didn’t like it because I was afraid I would have them in my mouth and accidentally suck them too hard and hurt the man. But, I took one of Darien’s testicles in my mouth and gently sucked it. He let out a moan of pleasure. I sucked both his testicles, licked his scrotum, and ran my tongue over his taint for several moments.

“Put it back in. Fuck me with the toy,” I told him.

As I was using my mouth and tongue on him, Darien was not fucking me with the dildo. He was barely touching me at all. All he did was run his fingers up and down my pussy slit and comment on how wet I was and how good my pussy smelled.

“Put your tongue in my asshole and I will,” he replied.

I giggled. He didn’t have to make bargains with me to do that; I enjoyed doing it. I placed my hands on his wide butt, spread his cheeks apart, and put my tongue up his asshole. Darien moaned in pleasure as I made a loud gasping noise when he put the dildo back inside me. He slowly teased me once again as I licked and rimmed his butthole.

“Fuck, Jennifer, you’re such a nasty old slut,” he commented, and once again him calling me a slut aroused me as did his control over me.

It was not long at all when I felt I was going to orgasm, and this time I didn’t announce it so I could cum, but Darien sensed I was about to by the way my body moved and the moans and whimpers I was making. He once more pulled the dildo out of my pussy. I removed my tongue from his butt. As desperately as I felt the need to orgasm, I still didn’t beg.

Darien moved to kneel next to my body again and grinned at me. He was enjoying himself. He was enjoying trying to make me beg, having me do nasty things to him, and the control he had over me. But he wanted more control. He wanted me to beg, and I was not going to give him that. I knew his sexual need and desire would overwhelm him, and he would make me cum and then fuck me. All I had to do was wait him out. Honestly, as much as I wanted to cum, I was enjoying the game as much as he was.

I was also enjoying the control he was exerting over me and how he called me a slut. I wanted more of that. I wanted him to take more control over me and treat me like a slut. As if he could read my mind, Darien did just that.

“Turn over and get on all fours,” he ordered me. I did as he told me. “Now put your hand over your head and stick that fat ass of yours up for me.” Again, I did as he told me.

Darien got behind me, placed his hands on my butt cheeks, and lowered his head. Darien ran his tongue up and down the crack of my butt and then licked around my butthole, causing me to moan out.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked in a confident tone.

“Yes,” I replied in a husky voice.

Darien then put his tongue in my butt. He used his tongue in my butthole for a few minutes and then placed his hands on my butt cheeks. Dairen spread them open and flinched slightly when I felt him droll a large amount of his saliva on me, and the spit oozed into my open butthole. I made a gasping grunt as Darien inserted one of his large fingers into my ass.

He worked his finger in my butt, slowly thrusting it in and out and twisting it inside me. I was making moaning grunts of pleasure.

“You like it in the ass, don’t you?” he asked me.

“Yes…uhh baby, yes. Your finger feels good,” I moaned out.

“You like not just a finger but getting fucked in the asshole like a dirty slut don’t you?” he replied.

“Yes…I like…uggh, God!” I grunted out loudly when Darien pushed a second finger into my ass.

“Anita doesn’t like getting her ass fucked. She likes a tongue up there, but that’s all,” he commented and began to fuck my butthole with his fingers.

As he used his fingers in my butt, Darien slowly inserted the dildo into my pussy once again. He edged me a few more times as he used the dildo and his fingers inside me.

“Please, Darien, please make me cum,” I begged. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, baby. I’ll…I’ll let you put it in my butt if you want, if you make me cum.”

Darien chuckled at his victory. He won. I gave in before he did. “Tell me what you are,” he ordered me.

“I’m a nasty slut,” I moaned out. I knew what he wanted me to say, and I needed to cum so badly that I gave in to what he wanted to hear. “Oh God, baby, please make me cum,” I begged.

“And you are going to let me fuck you in your big ass?” he asked.

“Yes…yes…I like getting my ass fucked…please, Darien. I can’t take it anymore,” I whimpered.

Getting what he wanted, Darien started to fuck my pussy and butthole harder. It only took about three minutes at most for me to orgasm. After my orgasm ended, Darien pulled his fingers from my butthole and the toy from my pussy. He then turned me over to lie on my back. I was panting and catching my breath when he got on top of me. I would have liked to have a minute or so to catch my breath, but I spread my legs to give him access to my pussy.

He started kissing me, I kissed him back, and I moaned out as he pushed his cock into my wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around his large body as he started to fuck me.

Darien went slow at first and gradually started to increase his tempo. I thrusted my lower body up into his, and soon we got into a synchronized rhythm. My moans of pleasure turned into me calling out his name and to God as he started to fuck me harder. Darien was not much of a talker when he fucked me. I enjoyed it when a man told me how much he enjoyed fucking me and talked dirty to me, but that was just a minor disappointment.

I got turned on when a man was fucking me and telling me how wet my pussy was, how good it felt around his cock, and how tight it was. It aroused me when he bragged about his sexual prowess when he fucked me, telling me how he was going to make me cum, how he was going to make me scream, how he was going to fuck my pussy until it was sore, and how he was going to wear my pussy out. Whether he did or not, it didn’t matter. I liked hearing it.

He was giving me a great deal of pleasure as he thrusted his cock into my pussy, driving it deep into me, holding it there, and circling his hips, and then thrusting into me again. His hands roamed over my body, fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, and over my butt. My fingers dug into his back as he fucked me.

He was a loud grunter, however, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed a man fucking me and making masculine grunts of pleasure. I soon had another orgasm when he lifted my left leg, put it on his shoulder, slid his hand down to my ass, and again put a finger in my butthole. I cried out to God as I climaxed, and the man continued to fuck me hard.

After my second orgasm ended, Darien pulled out of me and kneeled between my legs. “Turn over. I want that asshole now,” he told me.

Still not allowing me to catch my breath, he pulled on my body as I turned over for him. I had my arms above my head, lying on my stomach, as he reached over me and got the small bottle of lubricant our hosts provided off the small table. I was again panting and trying to catch my breath as Darien lubricated his cock.

He then reached under my stomach and pulled my knees up so my ass was presented to him. I felt the tip of his cock press against my butthole, closed my eyes, and braced myself for the moment of pain I would feel when getting penetrated anally. I knew the pain would quickly turn into pleasure, so it was something I was willing to endure.

My fingers gripped the top edge of the bed when I felt Darien’s head of his cock press against my butthole, and I closed my eyes. I started making whimpering grunts as he slowly penetrated me. There was a moment of pain, then discomfort, and then he was fully inside my ass. As I knew it would be, the pain and discomfort were quickly replaced by the odd, pleasant sensation as Darien started slowly rotating his hips.

“Uhhh God, that feels good,” I grunted out.

“Your ass is so tight,” Darien commented.

He reached over my body and grabbed my arms and gently pulled them behind my back. His hands moved down to my wrists, and he held them in a gentle grip in the small of my back, and Darien started to fuck my butthole.

The man started slow, pulling his cock almost out of me and then slowly pushing it back in. He repeated that motion several times, and with each thrust inside me, I let out a grunting moan. Darien gradually increased the speed and power of his thrusts until he was fucking my butthole hard and fast.

I could hear Darien’s muscular thighs slapping against my ample, soft butt cheeks over my grunts and calling out to God and his masculine moans as he fucked my ass hard. Tears formed in my eyes, but not from pain. His violent fucking didn’t hurt me; it gave me a great deal of pleasure. I just always cried when I had anal sex. I don’t know why, but I did.

As Darien fucked my butthole hard and he held my hands to the small of my back, he finally took notice that I was crying. With his penis still in my ass, he leaned forward.

“Am I hurting you? I can go slower or stop if it hurts,” he told me.

“No, don’t stop. It feels so good,” I told him. “Go harder…do it harder.”

Darien chuckled, picked up the glass dildo, and placed it in the palm of my right hand. He then let go of my hands. “Fuck your pussy with this while I stretch your asshole out,” he said.

I drew my knees up to my chest to lift my ass more and inserted the dildo into my drenching, wet pussy. Darien gripped my wide hips and began to brutally fuck my ass.

His masculine grunts of exertion and pleasure became louder as did my grunting moans of bliss. I rammed the dildo in and out of my pussy almost as hard as he was fucking my butthole. It was not long before I was going to have another orgasm, and Darien grunted out that he was going to cum as well.

“Inside me, cum in my ass,” I told him. I liked how it felt when a man shot his cum into my butthole.

I orgasmed as Darien’s manly sex fluid exploded into my butthole. I was still cuming after he pulled his cock from my ass. After my orgasm ended, I lay flat on my stomach, panting and gasping for air as Darien moved to lie next to me.

“Fuck, that was awesome, Jennifer,” he told me.

Having caught my breath, I giggled, wiped the tears from my face, pressed my body against his, and lay my head on his hairless chest. ‘Umm…yes, I was,” I replied. “If…if you want, we can do it again,” I suggested.

Darien leaned his head towards mine and kissed my head. “I would like that, but first I need to check on Anita,” he told me.

“Ok,” I told him. I thought his wanting to check on his wife was sweet. “I’ll go with you, and we can mingle a bit more and come back here if you want,” I suggested. I looked at the digital clock on the wall. “It’s only a little after ten.”

We got dressed, I fixed my makeup, which had been smeared by my tears, and went back to the main house. While Darien had sexually satisfied me, I was still not sated. I was always extremely aroused at swinger parties. I guess it was the environment and atmosphere of theirs that always aroused me so much.

Thankfully, the Secret Santa Party was not over for me just yet. I was about to have much more fun before the night was over for me.