I Don’t Think I Asked For That Finger Up My Ass
But consent aside, I kind of liked it.
To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. Yes, I was at a sex party, but my wife and I were in a quiet corner doing our own thing when the ‘incident’ occurred.
Let me paint the picture. My wife and I had been invited to a friend’s birthday party. It was not someone we knew all that well, but we knew they were in the lifestyle, and we also knew that the sexual lifestyle was something we wanted to explore. So when they said they were hosting a birthday party with 15–20 of their good friends at a lifestyle club, it seemed like a great opportunity to dip our toes into this intriguing and salacious world.
The venue was a gorgeous swingers club that had, many years past, actually been a catholic church. The club had, in fact retained some of the old religious artifacts, like the confessionals, and built them into the sexy atmosphere they were creating.
So, anyway, we show up at the party and start having a great time. There was a good crowd, including the hosts and their 20 friends, and lots of sexy outfits and dancing and such. So, fun time.
About two hours into the party, all of the invitees to our friends’ party were ushered into one of the large playrooms they had reserved. It was here that the ‘main event’…
