New Years Eve Ch.1– The Invite *ADULT CONTENT*

Part One of the long awaited New Years Eve 2011 series of blogs. There will be 6 chapters, I've tried to put the chapter breaks in at the most convenient times, so the chapters may be a bit random in length, but I will be posting a chapter a day for the next 6 days. Exciting times! Feedback is always much appreciated - blogtease13@yahoo.co.uk

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This year, for NYE, we were invited to a small gathering by a couple of friends of ours. It was an adult themed party by special invite only, not hosted by our friends, it was hosted by friends of theirs. We discussed it at length before deciding to give it a go as we had nothing better to do, and our friends assured us that it was pretty low-key and nobody had to do anything they were uncomfortable with, and we could choose to be a part of as much or as little of the activities and games as we chose. It sounded interesting, even if we just ended up standing back and seeing what happens at these types of parties.

I’d like to say it was a D/s based adult themed party, but the untrained eye would have probably missed the D/s element of the party events, so they may prefer to call it a “swingers party”. Just to clarify though, I wouldn’t be one of the people who would call it a swingers party, partly because it really wasn’t, certainly not what I think of when I think of a swingers party anyway, and partly because I vehemently deny being a swinger, so even if it did share a few traits with a swingers party, I wouldn’t admit to that on that basis!! lol
There were only 4 couples in attendance for this one, and apparently these parties are held several times a year and can have 3-6 couples involved generally, so basically, to sum it up, we’d been invited to join a little “sex party group”, whether it would be a one-off for us or not, or whether we’d even be invited back, was still up in the air at this point. We’d pretty much been “vouched for” by our friends, who were the only couple we knew in the group, as they seemed to be looking for some fresh faces – or fresh everything else for that matter as well. What is seemingly the case with these groups is that not everyone can make every gathering, not everyone wants to make every gathering, and couples can drop out easily depending on their life commitments. So it’s important for them to keep the doors open for new couples to join in, even if they’re very picky and selective with allowing new people into their circle.

It may be worth mentioning that this wasn’t our first invite into this group, it was just the first one we’d accepted! We had to play hard-to-get, after all.

So the fateful NYE came, and we drove over to the party, we met our friends – Jen and Dan – on the way and followed them to the party venue. We were there early as it was a near 2 hour drive, and we were told we could get there early, and just relax and get ready there rather than driving all that way in our party clothes. And then we could spend the night and drive back home the following morning.

Just a side-note here, as I’m about to start mentioning a bunch of names. I told everybody I was writing this blog about the evenings proceedings and asked if I could use their real names. Some said yes, others said no, so the rest of this is interspersed with a variety of real and made-up names that will probably get even me confused. I must remember to thoroughly check the names in the re-read and edit to make sure I don’t slip up and use the wrong names! Of course, people also wanted certain moments omitted or slightly changed, just as we did and sometimes do in various blogs I write about our experiences, but the events I’m about to tell are 99.9% true, and I’ll only make minor adjustments to things such as the order of events or to replace things I need to omit with something else of similar-ilk to make sure the story flows naturally.

So we arrived at the house of the evening’s hosts that evening, a little over an hour before the stated start time of the party.

Our friends, Jen and Dan, we’ve known for a while. I think we first met Jen about 12-18 months ago, and although she isn’t somebody who I’d quite say was a very good friend as we’re very different people, she’s certainly a friend who I trust, and we’ve always been supportive of each other and we give each other the occasional call if we have things we need to chat through with somebody who understands a bit more about various things. And we technically know her via Dan, who is a long-term friend of J’s, although not a close friend, would acquaintance be a better term? Maybe somewhere in between. Jen is 44, and Dan is 54, just for perspective in the greater scheme of things and the greater scheme of this story.

They did the introductions as we arrived and we met our hosts for the first time – they were Robert and Bev, and they seemed like a nice enough couple, very normal, friendly, funny, and although we were both a little nervous, we felt more at ease the longer we spoke with them. I’m normally the more talkative out of the two of us in group situations, usually from nervous chatter rather than having any real confidence to chat away to strangers, and although we all chatted away and got to know each other, and despite the “intimate” nature of the evening, I still found it awkward to ask too many questions to find out too much about them beyond the small-talk. Robert was quite a sophisticated looking gent, who appeared to be, like J and Dan, in his 50’s, and he had a somewhat dominant personality. Maybe it’s just something that women of a submissive nature feel when they’re around men of a dominant nature, but he definitely gave off a Dom-vibe, it’s tough to explain, maybe it’s that he spoke with confident authority, or maybe it’s how he looked at me, I don’t know. Bev was Robert’s wife, and she was younger than him. I could have sworn she was in her 30’s with her pretty features and what could almost be considered a Barbie-doll-esque figure – but not in a bad way, she works it very well! She was easily the prettiest girl there – I work hard to aspire to looking that naturally good but never quite achieve it! But I found out later she was actually 49. You’d never guess that to be her age, even if you asked a hundred people to guess. Of course, the link to this blog will be sent to everybody mentioned in this blog, so I just want to say to her at this point, “see, I told you I’d be nice!” :-)

The third and final other couple were local and caught a taxi over to join us all a short while afterwards. They were Laura and Mark. Again, another friendly couple who were attractive and appeared to look after themselves. She was a pretty 38 year old brunette, and he was a tanned good looking 43 year old. So they were the youngest ones there, excluding myself who was the baby of the group at 29 – do I need to say my age again, or do you know it by now? lol

For the first part of the evening, before the party officially started, we all just got acquainted for a short while in a very normal way, we sat around the table and chatted over tea and biscuits like regular civilised Brits, and then we went off and got ready and all came back dressed up and ready to get the party started. Nobody was dressed too slutty or in anything too revealing, not even me, who not knowing what to expect brought a pretty demure and classy mid-thigh length black dress. It all looked like an upper class cocktail party. I didn’t know what I should be expecting, but I’m not sure it was this.

It all seemed very normal and non-offensive. But it should be – it wasn’t an all out sex party with a full blown orgy... yet (lol), it was actually a pretty normal party, with music and wine, we all sat or stood around laughing and chatting either in the large group, or broken down into smaller groups. We were all flirty, and the nature of the party naturally eliminated the early barriers that normal parties have, so there were no issues making sexual comments or compliments to one another. Seeing as I was the fresh young meat that was brought in for these middle-aged men to feast on, they were all naturally very nice and complimentary to me!

In fact, for the most part, the whole party was pretty relaxed, it just had some sexual orientated games interspersed into the mix at various points to spice things up and keep things “fun and flirty”.

If you were going to press me as to what separated it from a “swingers party” – which I still strongly say it wasn’t – to what I would class more as an “adult themed D/s party”, I would say that it was because it was very dominant led. The Dom’s of the room – ie all the men – really drove the sexual games, and they were certainly more about their pleasure at the girls expense rather than anything else. I guess a swingers party would have been more even-keeled... I’m assuming anyway, I don’t know, I’ve never been to one! lol
To be continued...