I had yearned for the opportunity to attend an 'adult party' for years. Like many, I had 'experimented' with group fun when I was younger but never had the opportunity to attend the kind of party I had imagined for so many years. Once again, while working away from home, opportunity began to knock. I had been working at a small airfield in the South East of England for about four months, living away from home Monday to Thursday, getting back to the family on a Friday for an all to brief weekend before heading back south for another week of work. Typically I would drive down, about 5 hours driving, on a Sunday afternoon and check into a local hotel for the week. on a few occasions I found myself staying at the same hotel as one of my fellow directors, we spent most evenings enjoying a good old natter at the bar. On my fourth or fifth Sunday, we bumped into each other at check in and arranged a quick beer before bed. Over the course of the conversation I asked Colin how his weekend had gone and what he had been doing. He took a long look at me before answering, he must have been weighing me up and decided I was a suitable high score on the 'Perv' meter he seemed to keep in his mind! He told me that he hadn't been home for the weekend and instead had spent Friday and Saturday nights at a couple of parties with some friends he had met a few weeks ago. In my Naivety I asked if he had enjoyed his parties, not having the faintest idea he was referring to swingers parties. Colin described the friends as being quite liberal and that the parties had soon got into their full swing (again I didn't catch on). Only when he got to the part about one of the couples taking him up to one of the bedroooms did it begin to dawn on me. "Oh, one of 'those' parties" I exclaimed. voicing my disappointment at not being invited as a valued co-worker!! Colin promised to let me know when the next party was being organised and said he would put in a 'word' for me. A few weeks had gone by and I would be lying if I said I had forgotten about the conversation, but in good time Colin called me into his office as I was walking past. "How are you fixed for Friday night" he asked - it was Thursday afternoon! I said I would have to make a few calls, make may excuses and extend my stay at the hotel. Colin asked me to book the adjoining room for Friday and Saturday nights as well as extending the booking on my room. There we no problems with room availability, the hotel had about 250 rooms and it wasn't a busy period for them. Back to Colin's office to confirm the bookings and let him know I would be staying over the full weekend. I asked "where is the party?", "At the hotel" he said. there will be about twenty people there. he went on to explain that after work Friday we should call in at the supermarket and grab some 'essentials'. So Friday afternoon and I was walking around Tesco with Colin putting more and more booze, snacks, condoms and lube into the trolley (a disproportionate number of the latter two items). At the check out, the young cashier was happily wizzing all the party food and booze through the till and I noticed she paused when handling the five boxes of 12 condoms and several tubes of lube. I just said "its party night!" she smiled and finished passing the remaining items through the scanner. I was just sorting out the cash (didn't want a card transaction!) and Colin asked her if she wanted to come to the party as well. She didn't seem at all flustered by the invitation, just asked if she would be able to bring her boyfriend with her. " of course, we are all meeting at the bar of the hotel on London Road at 8:30 for a drink or two before the party gets going, come if you can" by 8:40 that evening, there was a group of about thirty people in the bar, the tension was what I could only describe as 'electric' They all knew Colin as 'Captain Colin the helicopter pilot' and few days later at check out we realised a lot of bar drinks had been put on a tab that we knew nothing about! signature ranged from 'Captain Colin' to 'Heli P'. The tab had amounted to a little over £550 for the bar, but more on that later. At 9:15 I asked Colin where the party was going to be, he said "In the two rooms you have booked for the weekend", that was genuinely the first time I knew that he had organised the party for in our rooms. "Come on" he said, perhaps anticipating my natural caution, "time to get this lot up to the rooms ". Word went around fairly discretely - IF you can consider 'Captain Colin' calling for quiet and announcing we were heading up to the venue and telling everyone to bring their glasses! The bar virtually emptied as everyone followed Colin - Pied Piper style, up to the adjoining rooms. I opened up my room and opened the adjoining door. While at the bar, Colin must have got up to his room, all of the booze was set out on the dresser. People spilled from one room to the other, sitting on the bed, on chairs, on the floor, drinking and chatting, another half an hour and the first clothes were being shed, as soon as I noticed a bit of bare flesh, off came everything I was wearing. I stood at the dressing table pouring myself a small glass of wine and felt the gentlest, softest touch cupping my balls, Sara a beautiful auburn haired woman in her fourties with vibrant red nail polish (it's funny the details you remember!) knelt beside me and started stroking my cock, taking the very tip in her mouth as her husband watched. I could see he was excited by the way his wife was slowly wanking me into her mouth. Looking around, several of the other couples had started playing as well. I noticed the young cashier from Tesco on the bed with three guys and two women, they couldn't get enough of her. She looked at me and with a look of pure delight on her face said "choke me with that" pointing at my cock. Sara took my hand and led me to where Paula the cashier was laying. two of the guys slid her around on the bed so her head was just hanging off the side, Sara cradled her neck and guided my cock into Paula's mouth. As I slid rhythmically on and out of her mouth, Sara push hard on my arse, forcing my cock deep inter Paula's willing mouth. I felt her choke and instinctively pulled back. Paula reached up and pulled me deep into her mouth again. I felt fingers exploring my body, lightly at firs, then firmer as they pressed down the base of my spine and lower still. I felt a tingling as oil or lube was running between the cheeks of my bottom, the sensation was almost overwhelming as I pushed deeper into Paula's mouth and fingers slid into me. No wanting to end my experience early, I pulled away from Paula and felt the fingers slip out of me. I left the group on the bed and moved to the next room, where I could see Colin spread out on the bed with one woman riding his cock and another squatting over his mouth (well, his face really). I lay on the bed with them and managed to work my mouth to the lovely wet pussy of the woman riding Colin, I felt his rigid cock sliding along my lips as he bucked and thrust against her movements. At that moment, she turned and asked me if I could get my cock in as well as Colin's. Quickly slipping on a condom it then took a few minutes of coordinating, but soon we were both sliding in and out of her pussy. The moans of ecstatic pleasure began, from a low, slow barely audible moan to screams of pleasure begging for more. I knew if I carried on I would cum, so just as she erupted in orgasm, I slid out. At that point there was a knock on the door, I assumed someone had got locked out, so stark bollock naked I opened the bedroom door. The middle aged gent standing there seemed a little surprised and looking past me into the room asked if we might keep the noise down a bit, he and his wife couldn't sleep! I did the neighborly thing and invited them to join, he took another look at the clearly visible activities, declined and disappeared back to his own room... By now, well gone midnight everyone was undressed, or dressed in their favorite party costumes, There was barely a dry patch on the bed, I stood in the doorway between the adjoining rooms and felt an arm slip around my waist from behind, half turning I could see a very disheveled Paula behind me. The gentle pressure around my waist guided me to a bit of free space on the bed. She lay down, looked at me with crystal blue eyes and said "Fuck me, Fuck me hard" I found another condom, we weren't short of them!, had it on and in moments was pushing hard into Paula. She rose up to meet my thrusts, "harder", every time I thrust into her she exclaimed "harder, Fuck me hard". This was actually quite new to me, I felt more than a little uncomfortable and as I partly hesitated, I felt the almightiest smack on my backside and a young guy - her boyfriend, looking at my cock pushing into her said "no, really hard, fuck her hard - she loves it" I pushed back hard into her. rhythmically thrusting as hard as I could. Paula bucked and thrust up at me as hard as I thrust into her. In what seemed like no time, we both reached that point of perfect synchronisation, bodies in rhythm we came hard in unison. before long I half fell asleep between four or five people on the bed, from time to time I was 'aware' of someone playing around with their fingers in and out of me. It felt good, but I think a mixture of the alcohol and the party atmosphere kept me in a state of semi consciousness. Then I felt myself being penetrated from behind. Awkwardly at first, then with more ease. A sharp stabbing pain replaced with a sensation of pleasure. I let the moment continue, opened my eyes to see Paula looking right at me, smiling. She kissed me deeply while her boyfriend found a little pleasure in my body. We slept together like that for several hours. I awoke in the morning looking around the room - mayhem is about the only word that sprung to mind at the aftermath of the party. Bottles, glasses, clothes everywhere! It was much later the following week when Colin and I came to check out and found the surprise bar tab. Colin took over in a very authoritative way, demanding to see each of the bar receipts that related to the huge charge. In a few minutes the bar manager brought out a folder fool of till receipts, we went through each of them, Colin declaring "well that is clearly not my signature", or "that isn't even my name" at the vast majority of the receipts. We managed to get the bar bill down to about a hundred and twenty pounds, which to me was a bargain when compared to the shear pleasure we had enjoyed in the rooms over the previous weekend. Maybe you were at one of our hotel parties (we had many at several of the local hotels between 2012 and 2014). Longing for a repeat - who knows, maybe there is another organised party coming up once this COVID problem is solved...... Names have been changed - those who were there will know!