This is a story based on an idea from a forum post at https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1478290
We liked the idea and decided to write about what it might be like if one of these evenings were to take place.
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I felt my drink in my hand and Tony's hand on my waist.
The lights had gone out and that was the cue. A few people had whooped. A few had even clapped.
Any minute now there would be hands roaming everywhere; touching, feeling, groping and exploring.
I don't know if our host had put thick curtains up on purpose but you really couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I put my glass down on the table beside me but apart from that table and Tony, my husband, I had to learn who and what was around me, just by touch.
My hearing was the first to kick in.
On the other side of the room I heard a vase wobble and giggling as someone rescued it from falling and apologised for nearly breaking it.
A strange hand brushed against my hip. The sensation was amazing. Scary but very erotic.
Tony leaned in and squeezed my waist and asked if I was okay and I whispered yes, so as not to make it too easy for the people around us.
I felt like prey. I wanted to find a space to get my bearings but nowhere was safe. There were people in every room of the house. They had all been invited after they had replied to a post on one of the Fabswingers forums and here we all were in Clapham, guests at a feel-as-you-go party.
No one knew when the lights would be switched off but here we were in the dark.
A stranger's hand found the other side of my waist and was cupping my arse before I knew it. My dress was pulled up at the back and a thick finger buried itself between my arse cheeks, searching for my pussy.
Shifting on my stilletos, I allowed him in and arched slightly to make sure he had plenty of access.
"Someone's got a finger in my pussy, love..." I whispered to Tony whose hand was still on my waist on the other side.
"I bet your pussy's nice and wet now... I expect his cock will be next..." Tony replied.
"Or maybe, two fingers?" I said.
"How about three?" the stranger replied suddenly, his voice low and masculine as one finger was replaced with three. I yelped with surprise and pleasure, nearly losing my balance, reaching out to steady myself only to grab a different stranger by the shirt, one hand on his shoulder and another across his shirt buttons. |
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