Dear Diary, I'm about to explode!

Dear Diary,

I had the most amazing time at Jay’s party. It was game night, and there was so much excitement. Although I didn’t get to play any of the games, I did get to play with Jay.  After showing me to the game room, he led me down the hall to another room.  Jay was rubbing his growing hard-on, so I helped him release his from his pants. He has the fattest dick I ever saw in my life! I thought that I was going to get lock-jaw when I gave him a blow job.  I gagged each time he tried to thrust the whole shaft in my mouth. It was such a turn on. When he finally entered me, I came instantly! His thick rod filled every square inch of my pussy, hitting every spot at once. I think he created a few more g-spots.

The sex was incredible!  Jay turned into an absolute animal, growling and all. I found myself doing things that I would never do at home with Mike. I began talking during sex, commanding Jay to go harder, and asking him if he liked it. Jay responded in favor, prompting me to continue. The verbal play made the sex more intense. I became his nasty girl and he was my big daddy, and I loved every second of it. Time stopped when we were together, I was in complete ecstasy! I came so hard that my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I was paralyzed in pleasure, just lying on my stomach. Jay kissed me from the nape of my neck, down my spine, to the crack of my ass. He kissed each cheek softly, then pulled my legs apart and plunged his head in between. He licked my pussy, then my ass. It felt so good, such an overwhelming pleasure. I just couldn’t contain myself. I yelled out in a voice that I didn’t even recognize. Jay held my hands back while tongue-fucking me in my ass. He let go of my hands and stuck his finger in my ass while continuing to lick me. I thought for sure that I was going to explode!

After that episode, he asked me if he could fuck me in the ass. Normally, I would be opposed to anal sex. Mike and I NEVER even considered it. But Jay, OMG! He could have asked me to fuck him in the middle of a burning building and I probably would have agreed (well, not really diary, but you get the point). The man is a beast! So, we had anal sex, and I loved it. He was so gentle. I lost count of the times I came. Sex like that can be addictive, and I don’t want to get hung up over this man. I AM MARRIED. So what is the best way to overcome an addiction? Get a new addiction! So I’m search of some Grade-A Prime dick. The search is on! I don’t know how I’m going to get anyone to top Jay, but I am willing to try to find someone or two.

Game Night for Players

It's the night of Jay's party, and Natasha is so excited. Her husband Mike has no idea about the kind of party she will attend. A night out with the girls? That's what he thinks! Natasha is about to play with some new friends at Jay's Game Night.

Jay is a music exec who hosts swing parties every month or so. These "underground sessions" are for a select few, and Natasha was personally invited by Jay. She was first introduced to Jay and the swing "lifestyle" by a couple she met online. She had a blast at the last party and had been thinking about going back ever since.

  Now Natasha was at home, in the bedroom preparing for the evening's event. She was trying on a few "freak 'em" dresses.

  "I don't get it!" she  muttered while glancing at herself in the mirror with approval. "If Mike doesn't want all this, someone else will!"

Things between them have been about the same, very little talk and no sex in months. Meanwhile Natasha has been hitting the gym pretty hard looking sexier than ever.

About an hour later, Natasha was had set foot onto Jay's multi-million dollar estate. The place was more dazzling than she remembered. The weather was much warmer than before, so people were mingling outside of the mansion, just like any other party. However, once you walked inside, and turned into the corridor, you soon realized that this was no regular party. Natasha arrived slightly later than last time. The introductions had already taken place and the party was in full force.

People were talking, groping, and of course fucking...a few people were standing around like Natasha just watching. All the interaction was starting to get Natasha heated. She could feel the moisture dampening the tiny crotch of her panties. She moved over to the bar to get a drink. She kept her eyes locked on a woman who was being pleasured by a small group.  The woman was lying on her back moaning while jerking off one guy and giving oral to another. There were two females, one on each of her breasts, and a guy eating her pussy like he was starving. Natasha gawked at them, just wishing it was her in the middle of the group receiving all of that attention.

"Damn, it must be her birthday." Natasha thought.

"Hey, beautiful! Glad you could make it." It was Jay, the host of the party, looking sharp as ever. He walked up to Natasha, and kissed her on the lips. He then grabbed her hand, and said, "come here, I have something to show you."

They walked down a dimly lit hall to a room in the rear. "Here is the game room", whispered Jay. This was not at all what Natasha expected. Well, honestly she didn't know what to expect really. However, anything was possible with Jay. At best, she figured that people would be playing strip poker. Looking around the large open room, there were several tantalizing games being played simultaneously.

In one corner, three women were stretched out blind folded while being licked and fingered. Jay pointed to them and explained that the women had to figure out which person gave them oral play.

The next corner was three more women kneeling with their hands tied behind them. Each was perched in front of a guy holding a cucumber. Jay explained that the women were trying to use only their mouth to put the condom on the cucumber.

In the third corner, were three topless women reclined in swanky black lounge chairs. They had their breasts covered in cake icing. When the signal was given by a man in black boxer briefs, the partners of the three women began to devour the decorative bikini top. The winner had to lick their partner's breasts clean first, with no trace of icing.

In the last corner, was a group of six scantily clad men and women sitting in a circle around a wine bottle and a deck of game cards. "Wow, spin the bottle!" uttered Natasha. Yeah, but Instead of just kissing, they turned it in to a strip game where sexual favors were exchanged.

In the center of the room, two couples were playing strip poker. A woman with large breasts and huge areolas was obviously losing. However, she didn't seem to mind.

After the grand tour of the game room, Jay turned toward me and asked which game I wanted to play. I must have had a hungry looking in my eyes, because he placed his arm around my waist and led me further down the hall to another room. We were off to play a game of our own.

Jay, the Host

Buzzz, Buzzz. [text blast]

            Hey party people get ready for the next hottest underground swing party on the East Coast, hosted by Jay. The theme is “Game Night…some batteries required” text me back by Friday if you’re playing---Jay".

            Jay, music executive, and player extraordinaire, enjoys throwing exclusive swing parties at his vast estate in north Jersey.  Jay is a nice looking, average height, Hersey chocolate brother. He has a great sense of humor, and an incredible pimp-like swagger that draws ladies to him.  Jay has been a ladies man way before that multi-million dollar career. Being wealthy only intensified the attention he received. Jay had a way of making women feel comfortable around him. He entertained their discussions, keeping in contact with an assortment of women through calls, texting, and e-mail. Not to mention he has a knack for foreplay. Kissing, touching, teasing, oral, and toys...he was masterful at meeting a woman's needs.

            Jay could remember flirting with his mom’s best friend Miss Joyce when he was around sixteen . She was a tall and caramel complexion, fine shapely woman. She had long hair, long legs, and huge round breasts that just about popped out of every dress or top she wore. Jay would instantly get an erection whenever she came over. One day Miss Joyce, noticed that Jay was covering up his hard-on, and began teasing him about it. “Hey, Jay do I make you nervous? What are you covering up down there?”

Jay recalls this going on for weeks until finally Jay’s mom sent him over to Miss Joyce’s house to return her Tupperware.  He nearly came on himself when she answered the door in a black sheer night gown. “Come in, Jay, let me get the Tupperware out the kitchen…what’s wrong you act like you never saw a woman in a night gown? Don’t your Mama wear nightgowns?”

            “No, I’ve never seen a woman look like you before. You have really nice breasts.” Jay could not believe that he actually said that out loud. His mom would kill him, if she found out.

Miss Joyce walked up to young Jay, shoved her full breasts into his face, and grabbed his hard-on. “Hmmm, very nice. Let me show you what to do with that.” As she bent down to unzip his pants. Next thing you know, Jay and Miss Joyce were fucking like rabbits. This went on every weekend until Jay went away to college. Miss Joyce was the Jay’s first of many encounters with older women.  He liked how free an uninhibited they were. Each experience fueled his passion, and he became sharper in the game. Jay could have chosen to use his magnetic capabilities to lure women into bed, but he was much more of a voyeur. He got off of watching a room full of sexy women getting sexually fulfilled in his home. So every month he invited the freaky elite and other close friends to a fuck party in his mansion.  Usually Jay didn’t play much at his parties, he chose to stay vigilant, just in case anything jumped off, however he decided that next time he would join in to the play. He was especially interested in picking up where he left off with that newbie who came to his last party, Natasha. She looked like a lot of fun. He played with her a little bit before having to take care of some belligerent bastards who were trying to upset the party. Luckily, he got her number before she left. So he gave her a call…

“Hey Natasha?”

“Yes, this is Natasha. Who is this?”

“Hey, beautiful. This is Jay. You came to my party a few weeks ago.”

“Ah, yeah! What’s up? I got the text about your next party.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was calling about. I just want to make sure you’re there.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“Well, you know, I just enjoyed having you come through. I know you will enjoy yourself, and besides, we have some unfinished business. I can send a car to come pick you up.”

“Sounds great! But I don’t know if I can make it just yet.”

“Awe, come on love. Don’t make me beg…Well just let me know either way.”

“Ok, I’ll do that.”

The Confrontation

“Rrring, ring, ring.”  Natasha didn’t have to check the caller ID to know it was her husband. “Hey Mike, I’m on my way home now.”

“Where are you Natasha?” He was obviously tired and frustrated.

“I said, I’m on my way home! I’m driving down the turnpike. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“It’s 4:30 in the morning! You know what? This…this is some bull! We need to talk when you get home.

“Yeah Mike. OK”

Nothing is going to bring me down from this high. I had a great time at Jay’s party. Shit, if Mike was doing his job in the bedroom, maybe I wouldn’t have to go out. I am so sick of his tired ass. He wants me to stay home all of the time. We never go anywhere. We never have sex. We’re like fucking roommates! Well, I’m here now. Whatever he says, I’m not arguing. I just don’t have the energy.

            Natasha pulls up the driveway, and turns off the car, sitting there for the moment to regroup.  The lights are on throughout the house like a Christmas tree, so more than likely Mike is still up waiting for her to come in, probably in attack mode.

            Here she comes. She has some nerve walking in here at 5 o’clock in the damn morning. I know she’s fucking somebody. She is always prancing around smiling and shit, and when it comes to us she’s always nagging and bitching. Things are tight around here, but she always want to run the streets. That’s why I can’t fuck with her. I don’t know how long this marriage is gonna last, but as long as it does, she will respect me. My mom warned me not to marry her. I should have listened. Now I’m screwed, because I know she’ll hit me up for child support. Here she comes…the motherfucker has nerve to still look fine as hell. Bitch.

            Natasha walks in the door, and Mike is sitting on the couch acting like he’s working on his laptop and watching television. His feet are lined with several empty beer cans. The volume muted and Natasha can almost hear her heart beating. She breaks the silence. “So?”

            Mike talks, barely looking up from his laptop. “What the hell Natasha? You can’t keep going out like this. You’re married!”

“I know, but I don’t go out all the time. What’s wrong with hanging out with the girls every now and then? You never want to do anything. You act like I’m an old lady. WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO MIKE?”

            “Look, I didn’t even know where you were, or who you were with. It’s no problem to go out every once in a while, but 5 o’clock in the morning, really? You don’t have to stay out that long.”

            “I guess you’re right. I’ll be a lil more considerate. Alright, I’m tired, I need to go to bed.

Whatever Mike! I’m tired! I don’t feel like arguing with your limp dick ass. I had a wonderful night getting royally fucked by Ty at Jay’s party.

Dear Diary,

            I can’t believe that Mike is trying to show interest. I am so tired of being in this house. I don’t remember why I married him. Every little thing he does annoys the hell out me. You know, a woman can put up with a lot of shit from her man if he’s fucking her right. Well diary, Mike isn’t fucking me at all, so I why the hell do I have to put up any of his shit? I don’t and won’t. He can kiss my ass, that is, if he remembers how to do it.

Party Over Here!

The party was just getting started. All the guests were changing into more “comfortable” attire. The lights were dim in the circular room.  The smell of vanilla from the scented candles on the mantle filled the air. A large flat screen television hung above the fireplace playing a XXX video of two guys and a chick working it out. The sound of R&B music filtered softly out of the surrounding speakers.

Natasha walked in the room slowly surveying the scene. Although this was her first swing party, she felt quite comfortable walking around sparsley clothed. The two cranberry vodkas she had earlier eased most of her anxiety. The dress code went from after 5pm sexy casual to underwear and lingerie, or nothing at all. Natasha didn’t think to bring lingerie so she wore her underwear, a simple satin peach bra with spaghetti straps and matching bikini panties. She kept on her pearl necklace and high heels. She grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and walked over to the lounge where Doug, Tina, and Car were already engulfed in some heated foreplay. Both Tina and Car were on their knees in front of Doug take turns giving him pleasure. Doug leaned back with his eyes locked on the two ladies, hands behind his head, and enjoying every second of it. Natasha watched intently. All around the room, people began pairing, and grouping up. A few chairs over two guys were riding some chicks doggy style. The guys looked like they were competing to see which one could make their partner moan the loudest. Natasha was getting more worked up, but didn’t have the courage to walk up to any of the guys who lined the wall waiting for their shot. “Hey, beautiful, you ok?” It was Jay the party host. “You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself, and I can’t have that. Jay reached down towards Natasha's bra to expose her nipple. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

She said nothing because she didn’t want him to stop. His touch fed her desire to join into the action. There was something about Jay that made her relax and loosen up a bit. He definitely had pimp swag, and for the moment, she was caught up in his trance. Jay sat down next to her and continued playing with her nipples, then forcefully dove in to suck her breast like it was covered in syrup. He rubbed the other hand over the front of her panties. Natasha helped him by swinging her leg over his. “You are definitely sexy as hell.” Jay whispered, “but I got to be the host so I can’t give you the attention you deserve,” Jay kissed Natasha on the lips, stood up, and adjusted himself. “I’ll be back, just got to check on something.”

“Damn”, Natasha thought, as she leaned back in the lounge sofa, and closed her eyes.

“Hey, sweetness.”  It was Ty, the guy that Natasha spoke to at the bar earlier this evening.  He wore nothing but white boxer briefs that revealed his attraction. Ty was well endowed, and Natasha was more than ready. He began stroking her hair tenderly. “I’ve been patiently waiting to spend a moment with you. I was just wondering if you taste as sweet as you look.”

Natasha smiled, grabbed his hand, and used his finger to rub her clit. Ty took his hand back and stuck his fingers in his mouth. “Mmm, sweeter than I expected. Mind if I get another taste?” Natasha nodded her head in acceptance.  Ty gently pulled down her panties, pushed her legs up, and immersed his head between her thighs. Natasha was in pure ecstasy.

Dear Diary,

            I had a great time at Jay’s party. I can’t believe I had my first swing experience. Doug, Tina, and Car were off the hook. Jay was sweet, and Ty was amazing. Jay invited me to come back next month to his next party. I’m thinking about it. However, it’s back to my boring life, and back to reality with Mike. I’m glad I’m not relying on him for sex anymore. I would starve from sexual deprivation. I swear he holds it back on purpose. Anyway I have great memories. 

Welcome to Jay's Party

            I was in complete awe when I entered the estate. I wondered who could live in such a place.  It was magnificent, like something out of an episode of “the Rich and Famous”. The mansion resembled a new wave style white house with huge windows. The structure was almost as massive as half a city block. The landscaped was perfectly manicured. The interior was even more stunning. An illuminating crystal chandelier lit the foyer. The doorman ushered the guests to a white circular room lined with windows that overlooked a swimming pool. The hardwood flooring sparkled against the recess lighting. An enormous black fireplace occupied one wall and reached what appeared to be a twenty-foot ceiling. The room was aligned with black leather lounge seating and coffee tables.

            According to Doug, the owner and party host is Jay, a big-time music executive who loves to throw lavish swing parties. These parties were all-the-buzz among those in the Jersey swing lifestyle, however security was tighter than Fort Knox, and just as discreet. There were about fifty people in the room chatting. There was a mini buffet of hors d’oeuvres and a bartender serving drinks. I walked over to the bar to get a drink to ease my anxiety. Tina and Carmen went over to one of the lounges to chat. I joined them after I got my drink. “Some place huh,” I said trying to strike up a little conversation. “Awe, honey, you look nervous” Tina replied, as she began rubbing my leg. Carmen smiled and started rubbing my other leg. I almost spilled my drink. Doug came over to us with a short stocky chocolate brother, and a huge grin. He had to be Jay, because he spoke to everyone, and he strutted like he owned the place. Doug interjected, “hey ladies, I just wanted to introduce you to the infamous Jay. Well, you know my wife Tina, and this is Car and Nina.”

            I almost forgot that I gave Doug my alias name. “Lovely home  you got here!” I proclaimed.

“Welcome. You do know what kind of party this is? Right?”  Carmen spoke, “Oh, yes we do, a swingers’ party. So when are we going to get this party started?”

            “I like your style!” Jay exclaimed. He gave her a hug a grabbed her ass. “we will start shortly, I just got to make sure  everyone is on the same page. Excuse me.”

            Jay disappeared into the crowd for a moment. I was feeling very mellow, thanks to my cranberry and vodka. More people entered the room chatting. I went back to the bar for a refill. There was an average height muscular brother standing at the bar with a beer. “Hi, beautiful,” The man greeted.

            “Hey” I responded. I really wasn’t feeling like talking, but I was trying to be nice.

“So is this your first time. You look nervous.”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“Well you are shaking a little. Don’t worry. You don’t have to play. It’s no pressure. No one is going to attack you.” The man smiled and extended his hand, “Hi, I’m Ty.”

I extended my hand back to shake his, “I’m Nina. Well, I’m going to have a seat. I’ll see you around?”

 “Sure, thing.” Ty stated.  Just as I walked back to my seat, the music volume went down, and Jay spoke to the crowd. “Attention everyone! We are able to get this party started. I just wanted to lay some ground rules first. You all know that this is a swing party, and are here to play. However, fellas, ask before touching, and no means no. Condoms are a must. There are plenty in the side table drawers. There is absolutely no photography or video tapping allowed. All play stays in this room. You may go outside to the pool area to smoke, but all other areas of the mansion is off limits. Anyone caught breaking the rules will be removed from the premises and the guest list. The party generally goes onto 5am. There are men’s and women’s changing rooms,restrooms, and showers right outside the lounge area on the right. Party dress code for men, briefs, or bare, and women sexy lingerie or bare as well. Any questions?”

            No one said a word.

“Well, let the games begin” Jay retorted. Everyone dispersed to the changing areas. Wow, this is really happening.

Let's Ride!

Natasha entered the limo to find Doug’s wife Tina already got the party started. Tina had her lips locked with a beautiful cinnamon complexion sister with wavy hair that flowed beyond her shoulders. She wore a short fitted royal blue dress that revealed thick thighs. The v-neckline plunged almost to her waist and showed off her voluptuous breasts. At first glance, I would guess that she was an exotic dancer, music video vixen, or both. “Oh hey Nina!” Tina referred to my alias that I gave her and Doug when we first met. You know a girl has to protect her identity! “This is my friend Carmen,” Tina said with a huge grin while she ran her finger in circular motion over Carmen’s hard nipple that was piercing an imprint through her dress. “Just call me Car,” the woman responded in a Jamaican accent.

“Nice to meet you…Car. You’re working that dress.”

“Oh, thanks.” Car replied, as she tried unsuccessfully to pull dress over her thighs.

Meanwhile, Doug inched closer to me. He was obviously horny from all the interaction between Tina and Carmen. Doug grabbed the crotch of his pants and started rubbing it. “So why don’t YOU join them,” gesturing toward the ladies across the limo.

            Doug wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He smelled so good. “I would,” chuckled Doug, “but I like watching, and it wouldn’t be nice to leave you here all alone.”

Tina was so preoccupied with Carmen that she didn’t mind her hubby pushing up on Natasha at all. Things were getting heavy between the two ladies. Tina pulled out one of Carmen’s huge tits and began sucking it vigorously. Carmen moaned, and returned the favor by massaging Tina’s breasts all the while keeping eye contact with Doug and Natasha.

            The limo was definitely heated, and I was having difficulty trying to contain myself. Tina and Carmen were looking very inviting, not to mention Doug was sitting there rubbing his hard-on. He pulled my hair back and started kissing my neck. I reached down to place my hand on his crotch. He was unbelievably rock hard. My mouth began to water and Doug gently turned my chin toward him to kiss my lips. I used my free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to release his iron rod. Doug was completely irresistible. I got on my knees, grabbed his shaft, and commenced to suck his dick as if it was my favorite flavor lollipop, cherry. I knew that Carmen and Tina were watching, so I figured she give them a show.  I fingered my juicy pussy while giving Doug long, rapid strokes, bobbing my head and shaking ass in rhythmic motion.

            I felt an extra set of hands rubbing my clit from the back. Oh my gosh it felt good! I looked back, and saw Carmen smiling, so I gave an approving smile, and then continued sucking Doug. Just then the limo began to slow down to a halt. Doug, announced, “Damn, we’re here already!” I couldn’t believe we were here already. I got up, adjusted myself, and glared outside the window in amazement. The limo was pulled up to the iron-gated entrance of a fabulously lavish estate. “Is this it? Nice.” I whispered.

            Doug responded, “Yup, give me a minute.” He pulled down the window and pressed the button on the intercom. A voice returned from the small box. “State your business!”

            “I’m here for Jay’s party.” 

            “Press your conformation code into the key pad.” retorted the voice. Doug proceeded to press the key pad. The gate opened, and the limo pulled up to the circular drive way. The chauffer parked the limo and opened the door. Yes, I was certainly ready to get the party started!