Dinner Party Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Marcia continued, "and we prefer no nudity. Lingerie is fine, but none of the sexy body parts can be out and dangling free. Sometimes, even the horniest of us need a break." Marcia continued to lead them through the house, passing through a small doorway that opened up into the dining room and kitchen. People huddled around an island, snacking on the finger foods that were spread out for their delight, most of the people were in various states of undress, while even a couple of them were completely nude. Chelsea thought it odd watching a man eat one of those small cocktail weenies while his flaccid cock was dangling down between his legs, but she should have expected it at a party such as th

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

"Been thinking about it since that massage?" Emma nodded, too aroused to lie. "Yes... God, yes." Lena joined them, sandwiching Emma between their bodies. Lena's hands cupped Emma's breasts from behind, thumbs circling her hard nipples through the thin dress. "Our little white slut has been fantasizing about my husband's big black dick," Lena purred. "Haven't you, baby?" The words sent a fresh gush of wetness down Emma's legs. The other guests watched with knowing smiles, some touching each other openly. This wasn't just an anniversary party. It was something more primal.

I was astounded by the amount of slippery fluid and huge globs of semen that poured out of Fiona’s pussy when I pulled my cock out to lay next to her on the couch pit. “I think I could fall in love with doing this with you,” I moaned softly while I gently sucked on the side of her neck. “Don’t be silly, baby...we are already in love with it,” Fiona giggled. I fucked Fiona a second time before we met Bob and Franny in the kitchen at midnight for a midnight drink and snack. It thrilled me that we were all naked while we chatted casually at the table. I was thrilled when Franny came over and kissed me passionately right in front of her parents. “Thank you for an evening I will never forget,” sh

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

His eyes dropped to my chest where the little maid outfit strained against my tits. "And please, try not to spill anything on yourself, sweetheart. I would hate to see that pretty fabric get...messy." He winked at me as heat crawled up my face. Then he walked away like he didn't just drop a sexy innuendo. By nine pm, the house was already packed with people. Loud music playing behind speakers, bodies everywhere- half naked, some full on naked grinding on each other. Hell! Some were even full-on fucking in the open. So apparently it was a sex party. Why wasn't I surprised?

“I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind—a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.” “I’m pretty sure this is why they make p**n,” I told her, slowly turning my glass around on the table, each revolution like a loosening of my tongue. “On Monday night, he took me to dinner at his sister’s place.” I would’ve laughed at the expression on Dee’s face if I didn’t feel the same way. “I know… I was shocked. She’s nice, actually, and I saw a side of Bane I didn’t think existed.” Darcy thre

"Well, if one of those manly men is your mate, many of the things you are dealing with would just disappear. Powerful guys can do that. And who said anything about romance? I don't need dinner and flowers. For that, I can cook myself or pluck a few blooms from the garden. I'm talking here about raw and unrestrained sex. Pure carnal pleasures with endless orgasms without apologizing. All night long, baby!" Dawn moved her hips in a humping motion, and Zina burst into giggles. A moment later, Talia also started laughing. Talia never had these scandalous girl-talks, but more than paying heed to her discomfort, Talia was glad that the mood in the kitchen was good. Dawn and Zina talked to her in a

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

A man announced, an evilness shinning in his eyes before darkness descended inside the hall. "What did he mean by that?" I asked clutching Vincent's hand when the room fell into darkness. Sexy music began to play and the aura of the party changed entirely. "This isn't an ordinary party Blue. It's called Friday night of lust." And then the lights came on again, this time warm from chandeliers like ambient lights in preparation for something freaky. "People come to this party, exchange partners with random strangers and have wild sex." He said in a low voice. And sure enough, what he said was happening right in front of our eyes.