Swingers stories and erotic fantasies

It's nearly Christmas again and I can't help but remember that fancy dress party last year and how I was fucked almost senseless in the toilet in my friends house, whilst everyone else, including my husband, were tucking into their food completely unaware of what "Dark Veder" and I were getting up to!!

There had been a cold spell at the start of December, and there was talk of snow before Christmas. As usual I was well behind with the Christmas shopping and felt exhausted just thinking of the festive season, with all its ups and downs. A pile of cards lay unopened on the kitchen table, but I decided to open them when I got back from the Dentists. If I hurried I might just get there in time. I did, regardless of the Christmas shoppers and lack of parking spaces in the car park. As usual I sat there waiting for another twenty minutes before being called through. Whilst waiting I glanced at my diary and unusually the weeks looked pretty empty up until Christmas. I never look forward to the office party but fortunatly after a couple of gins I'm anybody's, and I did fancy a couple of the new sales reps!! The children had their carol concerts and school parties, but apart from that there semed little else to look forward to.

Leaving the Dentist 40 minutes later than I had anticipated I finally got home. It was dark and snow was softly falling. All very festive but the house was freezing. Nick was going to be late home tonight with another office party so I only had to cook for the three of us. I collapsed in a chair and put the news on and looked through the Christmas cards and tried to guess who they were from, and recognised most of them. A couple of them had those awful typed epistles that people have started to send, boring you with whatever they can show off about regarding the last 12 months-the new car, expensive holidays, exam and university results of their awful offspring etc. Who cares I thought, as I tossed them unread into the fire. I opened the last card and it was from Jill and Patrick, some very good friends who I hadn't seen for ages. Something fell out of the card; it was an invitation to a fancy dress party three days before Christmas...fantastic! They knew how to party and that certainly brightened my evening.

The next few weeks disappeared quickly and it was the day of the party.The cab took was on time and we got there just after eight. Music blared from the house, lights twinkled in the trees and the place looked amazing as did everyone in their fancy dress. It always got people relaxed and the conversation flowed easily, and with fantastic nibbles and drinks the evening started to disappear. Everyone was very festive, helped by plenty to drink! There was a huge oblong table in the centre of one of the rooms, all decorated with beautiful glass and silverware. We were not allowed to sit with our partners and our places were marked out. I eventually found mine and was pleased to see that I was sitting next to "Dark Veder!" He was gorgeous and we had been eying each other up most of the evening. Poor Nick was miles away sitting between what I can only describe as two rather boring frumpy looking women. He gave me a wink across the table and shrugged his shoulders, grinning. Our first course was delicious I found "Dark Veder", or Ian, as I later found out, was easy to talk to and very attentive. He whispered to me that he had moved our names together when no one was looking, and as his fingers brushed against my thin top my nipples immediately stood to attention but I thought no more about it. The room was alive with conversation and music and the atmosphere was wonderful. It was obviously going to be a long meal and I was grateful to have someone amusing by my side. I looked across at poor Nick politely talking to one of his neighbours and he was drinking copious amounts of wine.... Suddenly, putting down my fork I gave a sideways look at Ian, he was smiling at me and had moved closer... his foot entwinned with mine under the table and his shoe had disapeared. Then I felt his hand on my leg moving very slowly upwards. I swallowed hard as he moved the soft fabric of my belly dancer skirt and pushed his finger tips onto the tiny pair of panties that I was wearing. Opening my legs to give him more access and trying to keep a straight face as well, I could feel that I was soaking wet as I wriggled around on his fingers. I felt the devil in me as I slid my hand onto Ian's lap and felt for his cock. It felt really enormous and so exciting feeling it through his tunic and jeans. I had to laugh... as I caressed it, he nearly choked on a piece of meat!! Then trying to control his expression, we both burst out laughing as he carefully undid the zip on his jeans. I was now able to feel how hard he was as I released his cock very gently moving my fingers up and down the barrel, and teasing him with movements that I knew were driving him mad. He whispered something that I did not catch as I continued to play with his heavenly prick. I looked over at his wife Clare who was happily chatting with some man dressed like a spaceman and at Nick who looked as if he was about to drop off...or was he drunk?

Ian's prick was gorgeous and as I moved my fingers all over its slippery head it throbbed beneath them and he had his eyes half closed as I tickled the base of his balls. I ran my tongue over my lips and looked deep into his eyes as I rythmically moved his big cock between my excited fingers. My itching fanny was incredibly wet as I fidgeted around on the chair, and his exploring fingers drove me wild. My clit felt wonderful as he rubbed it between his finger and thumb and then a finger disappeared inside me. I was on the point of coming, as I am sure he was, which was not easy with about forty people sitting nearby unaware of the fun we were having under the table! Not being able to control my state of emotions much longer, I whispered in his ear "Meet me in the loo in a couple of minutes!".

I somehow got myself away from everyone and the table, and disappeared along the hall and into the toilet. Leaning against the door smiling, within what seemed like seconds Ian was there. We both couldn't stop laughing as we ripped each others clothes off, and as I fell into his arms I felt his enormous prick prodding into me. It was the most exciting feeling being together here with all the party going on in the background and no one aware of what we were up to. It was mind blowingly exciting fucking a complete stranger under everyone's noses!

Ian roughly pushed me over the toilet and rammed his cock inside me bending me nearly double. It was so big it was quite painful as he pushed it in and out of my wet fanny. I could feel his fingers clutching my swinging tits, squeezing the nipples hard as he pushed backwards and forwards. It wasn't long before I heard him scream out as he filled my willing cunt to the brim. I quivered beneath him as I came too, my legs nearly giving way under me. Breathing heavily he pulled me round holding me close to him. I then slithered down to his feet and rammed his delicious cock into my mouth tasting the salty juices. Closing my eyes I pushed it to the back of my throat, sucking its length and gently scratching his swaying balls. My hands slipped round and caressed his bum cheeks and then I pushed a finger inside and circled his arse hole. I heard him groan loudly and then my attention went back to all the people in the dining room! Who cares I thought, what a turn on this is!! I gently pushed my finger tip inside and Ian almost squirmed with excitement and still sucking his prick I felt his body tense just before he filled my mouth with his creamy white spunk. Standing up I put my lips against his, I had saved some of his liquid and we shared it as we kissed openly. His hands ran down my spine sending delicious shivers all over me.

I don't know how long we had been gone, quite a while I guess. Had we been missed? Somehow I got back into my costume and tried to straighten everything and look normal. Although the wild sex, champagne and cocktails had gone to my head I had to look like I had just been for a wee when I got back to the party.Ian gave me a squeeze and said it had been wonderful as I opened the door and disappeared through it.

Back at the table I chatted to the woman next to me as Ian slithered back beside me and gave my hand another squeeze. Looking round the table everyone seemed to be engrossed with their neighbours and food. I didn't dare look at Nick, he knows me so well and I didn't know how I would cope, if maybe he realised that Ian and I had been missing for ages. I couldn't wait to tell him though, and knew that it would really turn him on!

The puddings arrived and as the evening progressed everyone seemed to be enjoying it but not nearly as much as Ian and I had I'm sure!! Rubbing my thigh he whispered that I was very special and that we must get together again very soon and with that he got up from the table and disappeared to find his wife. The drinks still flowed and dancing began again. I lost all track of time and I know that I had one or two drinks too many...

I remember climbing into a taxi where I curled up beside Nick and slept like a baby until we reached home. Nick said that I looked really tired as he pushed open the front door. Before I could say anything he started moaning about how we had been split up for the meal, and what a boring couple of silly old farts those two women had been. He too looked sleepy, and I bit my lip before telling him about my little adventure. I did though, and he was soon fully awake and was grinning as I told all in great detail. He said that he really had no idea what was going on, but thought that it was fantastic and that he would now have to have me too! It really drove him wild! Ripping off my clothes Nick went crazy telling me how much he loved me and what a huge turn on it had been. It was only seconds before I felt his experienced tongue licking my cunt the way that I loved best. Squirming beneath him as he pushed his hungry prick inside me he soon exploded and we climaxed together. We lay back on the rug entwined and I wondered if I would have enough energy to climb the stairs to the bedroom.....

The following morning I remembered a serviette that Ian had slipped into my costume as I got into the taxi, and I rushed upstairs to see if it was still there. My heart was beating quite fast as I picked up my clothes and there it was. Unfolding it he had written "Thanks for a wonderful evening!" and had written his phone number under his name....

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