Myself and my partner had talked about swinging and swapping for about 3 months before he told me had booked us tickets to a swingers party event. I’d never really taken it too seriously, and assumed from the conversations he was the same. Our sex life is great, and I never really had any need to think about other men. I’m 29, blonde, fairly tall and slim. My partner is 33, tall, dark and fairly handsome. We approached the party with growing nervousness, and on the day, I was still half expecting him to pull out. We turned up at 11, I was wearing a short black dress, 4 inch heels, and fishnet hold ups. I have to say it shocked me. When we arrived, people were already having sex in the open. My boyfriend commented that we were amongst the youngest there - it was an older crowd. Except for one other couple, there was no one under 40, except a few single men. We stayed on the periphery, watching how people went about it, and never really wanted to get involved. There was no one my partner was interested in, and I thought that a couple of the single men were ok, but nothing more. No one approached us for a long time. After a couple of hours, we were sat on one of the sofas, when I noticed a group of single men looking over. One eventually came over, no question the best looking, and after chatting a while sat down. After a few more minutes chat, he slowly placed his hand on my thigh. I glanced over at my boyfriend and he shrugged, so I took the man’s hand in mine. I didn’t do anything other than slowly stoke it, but there was certainly a tension in the moment. I felt so uncomfortable however, worried that my boyfriend would be upset, and in the end, after half an hours chatting, the guy gave up. The rest of the evening passed without any real incidents, and we went home. Initially, we both said we were glad we went, but didn’t really think it was for us. A couple of days later, the conversation fell on the party again. I asked my boyfriend if he felt jealous, and he simply responded ‘no, not all.’ I was surprised by this, but not as surprised as when he continued ‘ in fact, I’m pretty disappointed you didn’t at least kiss him’ ‘Really?’ ‘well yeah, that’s what we were there for’. He smiled, and continued, telling me that at one point, he’d gone to the toilet, but actually just gone for a wander to give me a bit of space. The conversation continued, and, to cut it short, we decided, at short notice, to go back, to their midweek event. My boyfriend said that he hoped there would be a better selection of people, and that I should feel utterly comfortable to do whatever I wanted. We arrived earlier this time. I was wearing a similar ensemble, my boyfriend looked sharp in a suit. The crowd was similar, although there was one girl I knew my boyfriend would like this time, unfortunately we found out she was there a voyeur, and didn’t want to play. My selection was the same. No one in a couple that interested., two or three ok guys. We found ourselves stood by the bar, when one of the single guys approached. He was very pleasant, and took a real interest in us. We got a round of drinks, and went and sat on one of the sofas. My boyfriend, didn’t hang around this time, not wanting to cramp my style. As he got up to move away, he pressed a condom into my hand. I chatted to the guy for a 15 minutes or so, before he moved his hand towards mine. I was surprised by my own audacity though, I was too quick for him, and before his hand reached mine, my hand was rested on his thigh, running my nails up the inside of his suit trousers. He looked at me and smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. He pushed his tongue roughly into my mouth, and I fought back with my own. His hand had made its way inside the bottom of my skirt, and traced up my leg. My god, I was wet. He took my hand, and led me to one of the rooms - it was separate, and private if you wanted, but in our rush to get to the bed, we didn’t pull the curtain. I pushed him back onto the bed and pushed my hand inside his trousers, and felt his huge, hard cock grow in my hand. It was impressive, probably the biggest I’d felt, and certainly bigger than anything I’d had inside me. I was frenzied now, and forced it into my mouth. I tried to deep throat it, but couldn’t get half of it in. He pushed me away from it, and forced me to lie on the bed, and climbed on top of me, his cock probing at my lips. I realised a second too late that I hadn’t put the condom on him, but pushed him off, and demanded he do so. He looked annoyed, but I was insistent. He slipped it on, and pushed his huge helmet against my pussy. I gasped out loud as it inched in. I could feel he was too big for me, that, there was no way he could enter me fully, but he pushed in a long way. He fucked me hard like this for a few minutes, before we switched, he took me from behind. My nails dug into the bed as he thrust home, and I felt an incredible tingle begin as my orgasm began to approach. Just as it began though, he gave one huge thrust, and I felt his cock clench as he filled the condom with his cum. In frustration I continued to push back against him, trying desperately to build up the friction I needed, but it was no good. I felt the feeling fade, unfulfilled, and pushed back again in frustration. To my amazement, I realised that my grinding against him, had kept him hard, and he began to build up a rythym again. It didn’t cross my mind about the condom once, and as he thrust into me, I felt the orgasm coming back, quickly. As it was building, I felt a warmth spreading inside my pussy, and it became incredibly wet. Dripping, in fact. As my orgasm approached, I realised that the condom had split, and his seed was pumping into me. Instead of the panic it should have sent through me (I’m not on the pill), the thought of it turned me on even further, and my orgasm intensified. I felt myself shudder uncontrollably, and as I did, he began to cum again. I felt two huge, hot spurts inside me, and as it was still pumping, he pulled out, and fired the rest, another 4 or 5 long, thick jets, into my face. I couldn’t think of the stupidity of the situation right then, the fact that I would be visiting the clinic for a morning after pill the next day, or the fact that I had had unprotected sex with a complete stranger. I was in total rapture, and I put my lips to his huge cock, and cleaned it, up and down with my tongue. Since then, we havnt been again, but would definitely consider it, but I really want to find someone for him have sex with this time, too. Xx