Jenna and I had decided to do it.
We were both 28. We were horny all the time. We'd been married for three years and we were desperate to try something crazy to shake up our sex life.
Both of us had entertained the idea of going to an orgy, though it usually seemed like we were daring each other to it, or like it was some big running joke. Always said with a wink of sorts. Always left with a purposeful ellipses.
But it was a joke that never died. We'd talk about it occasionally, while we were in bed after sex...or driving...or flipping through porn we liked together.
And then finally, at some point, something slowly changed. It didn't seem like we were joking anymore, and it began to be something that turned us on when it came up. We started using it as a visual to make each other cum during sex. I'd tell her about all the people I wanted to see her fuck. She'd whisper to me that she wanted to suck on my cock with another girl, or ride someone's cock while I watched. We learned new triggers and evolved our sexual appetite.
So we began to research our options, first drunkenly one night...then somewhat more seriously.
We were living in Santa Monica at the time, and we figured that would provide us with lots of possible opportunities, and boy did it ever.
There turned out to be tons of sex groups and clubs both public and private, and even clubs for certain, younger age ranges of people that required photo applications and had age specific events.
We found a select, sexy club that hosted holiday-based orgy events at a mansion in the Hollywood Hills. These were true, costume-themed sex parties, and we were blown away by the pictures we saw on their website. The faces had been blurred but the people at the party were young and attractive and looked like they were having a hell of a good time.
It was called 'The Bicycle Society.' The branding was pretty stellar. Just a simple white bicycle on black background with the wording in typographical font. It looked well run. Safer. Not creepy. Not hosted in some dungy sex club that was only ever a sex club and washed sparingly. The parties were all hosted at member's houses or rented mega-houses.
It was a happening vibe.
We found a New Years Eve sex party they had planned that was meant for a younger crowd. It was called 'Bi Bi To The Year.' The party theme would be entirely bisexual and the costumes required a fantasy/sci-fi motif. You had to submit a photo and fill out a brief form about your sexual tastes and desires. The cost for a couple was 300 dollars. That wasn't cheap, but for this type of an exclusive set-up featuring all-attractive attendees, we decided to go for it.
Jenna was bi and I was straight but we were both insatiably horny people. She hadn't really played with any ladies since college but we talked about it all the time and watched porn that featured lots of lesbian fun. We figured if it was a bi sex party she'd at least get lots of girls who would be interested in playing with other girls.
We loved sex toys. We both loved having our asses played with...though I'd only recently discovered that I enjoyed when Jenna would use her dildo on my ass. Something she'd been asking for more frequently ever since my first, explosively unexpected orgasm on a long night of sexual exploration one weekend.
She was also into dressing up for me and loved when we had a whole night of dressing up and going out and basically feeling ourselves and our energy.
We stepped out of the Air BnB we'd rented just down the hill from the mansion party, and snagged our Uber up to the property.
We were dressed as Sexy Forest Nymphs, with Jenna sporting a skirt that looked like a piece of leaves sewn together that came up so high up you could see her sheer, green thong, anytime she walked. She also wore light green fishnet tights, and a leaf-and-vine bra that barely held in her perky breasts (which were noticeably pierced through the tight fabric). Her short brown hair had a streak of pink in it that made her look like she was an acting in a bad porno version of Peter Pan. She looked so stupidly hot that I didn't know what to do with myself. Her skirt rode low and I could see the tiny, bumblebee tattoos she had running along her hip, and it made me want her immediately. Her entire body was covered in glitter and green makeup and sparkle accents. she powdered me with the stuff as well and even lined my eyes with a dark green shadow before painting my lips a metallic silver.
Over my chest there were only a brown-leather-leafed sling which allowed me to hide a pocket for my things. She had somehow convinced me to wear a green thong with my own green fishnet tights and leaf kilt. I told her this was going to be confusing for some guys there. And she told me that she liked that. Which made me horny and nervous all at once. For my shoes I was able to relax in some simple brown slippers, so maybe that made up for the slightly effeminate nymph outfit she'd negotiated me into with the proper cock teasing.
Our driver eyed us with a bemused expression in the rear view mirror. We were hidden under two big coats, thought it wasn't all that cold, as LA tended to have those 70 degree weather nights, even in the winter. And this was exactly that.
"Are you nervous?" I asked her quietly as she squeezed my hand in hers between her the soft fabric of her thighs.
"Yes! But I think it's just excited nervous," she said, and I could sense all the energy emanating off of her.
"Yeah, same," I agreed. I was nervous. But I was also very horny for where this night was taking us. Our horizons weren't just being broadened, they were be torn down and rebuilt from the ground up.
Right before we arrived at the mansion, Jenna turned towards me and told me to open my mouth.
I did, and she pushed a pill onto my tongue and told me to swallow. I did that too.
We kissed and she moaned a happy noise and then swallowed her own. I wasn't going to ask what they were. I had an idea.
We had more erotic anticipation than we'd ever had. We were so excited for the possibilities.
When we exited the car we thanked the Uber driver and he rode off chuckling. LA was never boring. We strode up the long steps to the black, double-doors, where there was a small line of people in similarly fun and slutty costumes being checked in by a very attractive pair of bouncers dressed in tailored suits.
To attend the party you either had to be a couple, a single lady, or a group of ladies. The website said that two hundred tickets were sold and the girls would slightly outnumber the guys, which we were excited about. There would be no entry for single guys. Such was the currency of being a sexy lady in a world of desperate dudes. You either had to be one or know one. It was a solid way of weeding out the dregs. Nightclubs had been using this method forever.
Jenna was excited to see me fucking other hot girls in front of her and she was especially turned on to put on a little show for me. Our sex leading up to this night had been chock full of imaginative scenarios. There was zero selfishness.
Two couples ahead of us, a gorgeous Han Solo and Leia were being let into the party after being checked off the list.
