Well last night was interesting for sure. I had fun, but it ..

Well last night was interesting for sure. I had fun, but it didn't end well.

We got there around 9, not knowing anyone other than a few conversations with the host the week leading up to the party. Everyone was super nice when we arrived. We met lots of great people, all were very outgoing and full of smiles. I’m naturally very shy, so I wanted a drink to loosen up as the host gave us a tour of the house. Some people were fully dressed, just hanging out, and others were having a bit more fun. We headed back to the kitchen for awhile, had another drink while we chatted with a few couples. I hit it off with one guy in particular. His wife was in the other room with another couple. She was getting fucked by another guy while she licked that guy’s wife’s pussy.

I really thought this guy was attractive. He was pretty hot, walking around without a shirt. We were having such a great time having fun and flirting. That’s when we got the picture of us with his hand on my breast. Right after that, we started kissing more and went into one of the bedrooms. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. We fucked on the bed. He was gentle and very respectful. He made sure I was okay through it all. And I was. I really enjoyed it. The door was open so I’m pretty sure we had a small audience for a short time.

Afterwards, we went out to the back patio. It was a pleasant evening. For awhile. Rob had to go inside to use the restroom, and I stayed outside to wait. Unfortunately, while he was gone, some creep thought it would be okay to grope me. Just out of the blue, he came up to me and put it hands in my shirt without my consent. A swinger event isn’t a free-for-all. It was like he was waiting for Rob to leave my side. Very disrespectful of my husband. And disrespectful of me. I was in shock and upset, so when Rob got back, I just wanted to leave. I should have told Rob what happened right then, but I just wanted out of there.

I’m sorry if this isn’t the type of story you were hoping for. But, I promised that my page would be the real story, and sometimes it’s not always perfect. I’m still upset about it.