Pleasure Party

I’m so ready for this vacation.

We set our bags down and get our first look at the gorgeous beach view room that’s going to be our home for the next week. It’s pristine, with a huge king bed in the centre and a bottle of champagne already chilling in a bucket of ice.

I throw an arm around my husband’s shoulder and kiss him on the cheek.

“We made it.”

“About time.” “I thought we’d never get off that damn plane.”

We’ve been wanting to come here, to this legendary all-LGBTQ swingers’ resort, ever since we started exploring the lifestyle and our sexualities together two years ago.

And now here we are.

My husband sprawls out on the vast bed and holds his arms out to me.

I snuggle up next to him and rest my head on his chest.

“Do you want to go out tonight, or are you too tired from the journey?”

“Definitely not too tired.”

“Someone’s keen.”

“Damn right I am. You know how long I’ve been wanting to come here.”

“Have you thought any more about what you might want to do while we’re here?”

We’ve talked about it, of course. We’ve had plenty of steamy conversations about desires and more serious ones about boundaries and concerns. But we both also knew it might feel different once we actually got here. Since we’re both pansexual and everyone here is queer, and almost anything goes on this resort as long as it’s consensual, the possibilities feel tantalisingly–and dauntingly–endless.

“A foursome is still high on my bucket list.”

“I think we can make that happen.”

“You?”

“I think… I might want you to fuck me while I go down on someone. Maybe?”

I’ve been nervous to express this desire. We’ve done a lot of sexual things at play parties and in front of other people in the last two years, but I’ve never been penetrated outside of one-on-one sex.

“That sounds hot as fuck.”

I look at my husband’s face. He’s grinning at me with that wicked look he gets when he’s scheming something sexy.

“Why don’t you join me in the shower, then we head to the first night party?”

By the time we arrive at the opening party for the hedonistic week in front of us, it’s in full swing. The social part of the evening is taking place around the resort’s pool, where couples and singles are mingling in small groups and three bartenders are busily mixing cocktails. In the pool, two women–both completely naked–are making out.

Through double doors just past the bar is the playroom.

“Want to check it out?”

I take his hand and we weave our way through the crowd and step into the playroom. It’s dimly lit, the windows blacked out, and decorated with sumptuous leather furnishings, erotic art on the walls.

“Bit different from our club back home, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

We love our regular play space, of course, but this is on a whole different level.

The party has only been going for an hour or so, but people haven’t wasted any time in getting down and dirty. I hardly know where to look. It took me a long time to internalise that it’s not only okay to watch what other people are doing at sex parties, but that if they’re doing it out in the open, they probably enjoy being watched.

There’s a woman lying in a sex swing, lost in ecstasy as another woman kneels between her legs, face buried in her pussy. Across the room, a trans woman has a lover on either side of her, each licking and sucking at one of her nipples. And on a couch, two men kiss deeply while one caresses his partner’s hard cock with an oiled hand.

My husband wraps his arms around me from behind and presses his body against mine, kissing my neck. I can feel his erection through his jeans. That and all the sexy sights around me make my cock start to stir, too.

It’s tempting to just pull my husband onto the nearest soft surface and sate all the desire and excitement that’s been building through our long day of travel to get here.

But we came here to push our boundaries and explore our fantasies with other people as well as each other, so I resist the urge.

We watch as the woman in the sex swing climaxes, clamping her legs around her lover’s head. When she relaxes, the other woman stands, grinning, and leans over to kiss her. I don’t know if they’re married or if they met fifteen minutes ago, but their easy chemistry is a joy to see.

I don’t know if I’m ready to jump in quite that deep just yet, so I lean over and kiss him instead.

“Shall we start with some drinks?”

We head back outside, grab two cocktails from the bar, and look around for a seat. I realise something–or someone–has caught my husband’s eye. I follow his gaze.

“You have such a type.”

He blushes, and I know I’ve got his number. The person who’s caught his eye is a curvy woman, about our age, with red hair down to her waist. She’s sipping a glass of wine and watching the display in the pool, a soft smile playing on her crimson-painted lips.

“Shall we?”

“Sure.”

Just as we get to the table, the woman who caught our eye is joined by a slightly younger person. They’re tall and slender, with short hair and the kind of androgyny that makes me go weak at the knees.

They both look up and smile as we approach, and I gesture to the two remaining seats at their table. “Can we join you?”

“Please.”

“I’m Sophie, she/her. And this is my spouse Kit, they/them.”

“I’m Matt, and this is my husband Ben. He/him for both of us. Have you two been here before?”

“This is our fourth time.”

“Wow, regulars.”

“And what about you two? First timers?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You do have a little of that wide-eyed newbie energy” “I’m just kidding. How long in the lifestyle?”

“A couple of years. This place has been on our bucket list ever since we learned about it.”

“Don’t you mean fuck-it list?”

“Fair enough.”

“There’s nowhere else on earth quite like it.”

The four of us chat easily. Sophie and Kit are charming. They’ve been married for a decade and have that effortless energy of a couple who have been together forever and still adore each other as much as the day they met.

“So if it’s not too forward to ask, what are you two… looking for tonight? This week?”

“We’re open to all possibilities. We come here to explore our fantasies and make memories.”

“And you’re both… gay? Bi?”

“Bi, well, pan I guess. Both of us.”

“Us too.”

“We actually opened up when I realised I might like women and other genders, as well as men.”

Sophie and Kit exchange one of those looks that sometimes pass between couples, the ones where you have an entire conversation with just a flick of the eyes and a slight incline of the head.

“Well, in that case… it seems like we should get to know each other better.”

She puts a hand on my husband’s arm, and I can almost feel the electrical spark of attraction. I love watching him flirt, seeing this usually shy man come out of his shell.

Kit moves their chair closer to me, their leg pressing against mine under the table. My cock twitches, and I shift in my seat. Kit smiles knowingly, and I can see they’re enjoying making me flustered.

“I really want to kiss you. Would you be into that?”

“Fuck yes.”

When we break apart, I glance over and see that our partners are also kissing. My husband has one hand in Sophie’s hair, and they’re lost in each other.

“What do you all say we take this party to the playroom?”

“Absolutely.”

The play space is even busier than earlier, and I can’t help but glance at all the hedonistic things going on around me as we all get comfortable on the largest of the available beds.

Kit has pulled their flimsy dress over their head and is lying on their back in just their underwear, Sophie leaning over and kissing them deeply.

My husband kisses me, expertly unbuttoning my shirt while we kiss.

I shrug my shirt off and drop it to the floor.

A moment later, my husband’s shirt joins it.

I watch as Kit whispers something in Sophie’s ear. A smile spreads across her face.

“Kit wants to feel as many hands and mouths on their gorgeous body as possible… Are you guys up to the challenge?”

That’s all the invitation we need. I lean down to kiss Kit’s neck while my husband lowers his mouth to one of their nipples.

Sophie is moving her fingers across Kit’s body, alternating between feathery-light tickles and light scratches with her fingernails.

“You’re so beautiful. And handsome.”

Kit smiles at the praise, their eyes fluttering closed as the three of us overwhelm them with pleasure.

Kit’s eyes meet mine as their hand reaches for my fly, asking without words if I want this. I nod. The rest of my clothes join my shirt on the floor, and in seconds, my cock is in their hand.

They wrap a hand around my shaft and start to stroke up and down, slowly at first, lingering around the head of my cock with each upward stroke.

Fuck, they’re really good at this.

Meanwhile, next to us, Sophie has stripped down to just her lacy panties. She is straddling my now-naked husband and kissing him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her nipples are pierced: a little silver ring through each one. It looks impossibly sexy on her. They grind against each other as they kiss, Sophie pressing her pussy into my husband’s thigh.

Kit’s hand continues stroking my cock. I start to think I’m going to have to ask them to stop so that I don’t come too early in this encounter, but it feels so good, I can’t bring myself to stop it.

Next to us, Sophie bends her head and takes my husband’s cock in her mouth.

Sophie swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, then asks…

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“God, yeah.”

My husband grabs our play bag from the floor and finds a condom.

She sheds her panties and lies on her back. He rolls the condom over his hard cock and kneels between her legs.

I watch my husband press into this gorgeous woman, and her eyes close in bliss. My cock pulses in her partner’s hand.

“I think I want some fingers inside me at the same time.”

Kit leans forward to murmur in my ear.

“Do you want to lick my pussy while I finger her?”

I can’t help groaning with longing when they take their hand away from my cock.

They slide their underwear off and sit on the edge of the bed. I kneel between their legs on the floor, but just watch for a moment as they slide their index and middle finger into Sophie’s pussy alongside my husband’s cock.

Kit’s pussy is open and wet in front of me. I breathe in the scent of their arousal and then trace my tongue along the edges of their folds.

I close my mouth around their clit, licking and sucking, paying attention to the movements that make them moan and thrust their pussy against my mouth.

Even with my face buried in Kit’s pussy, I can tell when my husband is getting close to his orgasm from the way he moans and the changes in his breathing.

“I’m getting close, touch my clit baby…”

“I’m going to come too…”

“Yes, come in me!”

Seeing my husband and their wife come seems to have got Kit close to the edge. I flick my tongue faster over their clit and then slide a finger inside them, curling it to press against their G-spot.

A moment later, I feel arms wrap around me from behind, and then my husband’s hand closes over my still-hard cock.

I can feel Kit shaking as their orgasm approaches, and I know a few more seconds of my husband stroking my cock is going to tip me over, too.

We all collapse into a breathless heap on the bed, cuddling each other. I have someone’s arm around me, and my head is on someone else’s chest. I don’t know whose hands are where or who I’m touching, and I don’t care.

“That was fucking incredible.”

Mm-hmm!

“Hell of a first night.”

“I think I speak for both of us when I say we’d very much like to see you both again.”

“I’m a very enthusiastic yes for that.”

“Shall we meet for breakfast?” “Well, maybe brunch. It’s late.”

“That sounds perfect.”

We gradually begin to disentangle ourselves from our sweaty, sated cuddle pile, gathering our clothes and our things.

“We’re in room 212. Why don’t you both come by at about noon, and we’ll get some room service delivered?”

“Can’t wait.”

“Kisses for the road?”

They pull us all in for a four-way kiss, which results in a lot of nose-bumping and giggling but is somehow sexy and tender at the same time.

“Goodnight for now, beautiful people.”