Dinner Party Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“No matter what it is, I'm telling you it's fun. Darren and I do it all the fucking time, and for four years our relationship hasn't been any stronger, okay?' He proposed last week; you were there, and this week we're all going to an underground swinger sex party, so brighten up the mood. You know, Damon, if you don't do this, he won't; he's a sucker for your emotions. He loves you, but commonly you've got to let the guy loose once in a while,' Tara asserted, her tone making it final, like she wasn't going to allow any sort of argument any longer. We walked through a dark, narrow corridor, pushing open a door guarded heavily once more; colours of lights burst free, and a tiny, fractured, str

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

Dinner was a mix of our favorites—grilled salmon with lemon butter sauce, roasted rosemary chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus, and Naomi’s signature apple crisp for dessert. But food wasn’t the point. The real magic happened in the conversation. Peter told the story of how he met Leah’s mum at a bookstore—both reaching for the same old poetry anthology. Alex added in a teasing tale about Leah pretending she didn’t like him on their first date. Naomi and Beatrice talked about raising daughters with fire in their bones. Even Aurora chimed in with a dramatic retelling of how her stuffed bunny got stuck in a tree. At one point, I looked around the table and just… paused.

When we climbed out I felt more exposed than before, water streaming down my skin, nipples tight, the lips of my sex swollen and slick. Communal dinner brought the sharpest friction yet. The long tables filled. Conversation turned openly to last night’s pairings, to who had come hardest against which tree, to the new woman who had lasted only nine days before asking to leave. No one moderated their words for my benefit. Jax sat beside me, thigh pressed along mine. When dessert arrived his hand settled on my bare knee under the table. I tensed. He did not remove it.

Like she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on me, and maybe she was using it to keep me on edge. The party itself was the usual—a sea of men in suits, most of them far more interested in drowning their stress in whiskey than in staying close to their wives. They mingled, laughed too loud, the clinks of glasses echoing around the room. I caught snippets of conversations about stocks, offshore accounts, and endless complaints about marriage. Most of these men would rather be anywhere but here, pretending to give a damn about their so-called partners. The ones who weren’t already sneaking off with some younger woman were lining up their next drink like it was their only salvation.

It was beginning to chip away at my patience, and by the time we were on the trip and having had to listen to a full two weeks of Ken and Paul's wonderfully spontaneous and kinky sex stories, I was losing my shit. That afternoon we had a walk on the perfect brown beach where the group, which, I should mention, has a very raunchy sense of humor and poor social boundaries, joked once again about orgies. Paul and Ken asked Mark and me when we would finally consummate our foursome. Having laughingly told Ken I was not into Paul, we all headed up to the dive center. Standing around the counter, talking, the lights cut for a moment, and Ken slid his hand up my denim shorts and cupped my butt, skin

“I’m not sure she ever was.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m finding out as I go.” “Oh, honey, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” she said. “I just wanted to catch you up on things. But I bet I can make you laugh.” I looked up at her and lifted an imperious brow, as I’d seen Scott do when he wanted to look a bit menacing and serious all at the same time. “So, there’s this story going around the dining hall that a couple had sex in the bathrooms,” she began.

’ ‘Hahahahaha I believe you, let’s get back to our now cold food. We both went back to the dining room to our candle lit dinner. It was a little cold but we didn’t mind because we had a very interesting appetizer. I wasn’t shy like I was the first time I went to dinner with Billy. I was comfortable and free around him and he was smiling like a clown. I could tell he was a man satisfied. We were both our usual bubbly selves, having a cold dinner with jokes and happy chats. Our sexual encounter was so phenomenal that during dinner, I was hoping for a repetition. Billy on the other hand, couldn’t stop smiling and visualizing a stolen glance at me from time to time that made me wonder whether or

As soon as Jacob saw me, he said, “Princess, you made it.” “Jacob what is this?” I asked him confused. I had thought that I was having dinner with his mother and other sirens not a freaking sex orgy party. Jacob began to look around before he said, “This is how our people dine.” Was he serious? This was their idea of dining. “You can’t be serious.” I said to him as I looked around the room at everyone making out and literally having intercourse in front of everyone. “Princess I am very serious. You are a siren, and you will learn that we feed off sex. Your wolf here should know that.” Jacob said and I turned to look at Samuel who gives me an I have no idea what he is talking about look.

At this rate, we will waste half a bottle of vodka tonight. “Question,” I state. The ladies laugh at my party game. They know I am trying to keep the conversation interesting. “Ever have sex in a public place?” After two martinis and a shot of vodka, this should be interesting. “I had hot sex in the hospital utility closet,” Reagan confesses. “And doctors’ quarters.” “We’ve christened the office at the restaurant and my in-law’s bathroom at a family function,” Martha brags. Kennedy confesses a story of sex in Jackson’s room before a frat house party.