Anonymous said: I've been following you for a long time. We've talked on many occasions, and I was a part of your server back when you used to hang out there. I don't want to say who I am, but maybe you'll figure it out based on my request. I'm a slut, too, although I don't have as much experience as you having sex with various men. I recently met a man that has taken control of me. He's much older, and we just started swinging together. We met up with only a few couples because it's rough trusting people during the pandemic, but I had my first few experiences with women. I would like a story about a slut who has lots of experiences with men but has her first experience with a woman during a couples swinger encounter. Make her have curly dark hair and a big smile. Oh, and make sure she's not a skinny girl. I want her to be like me, and I definitely have curves, and I'm not a small girl. I'm not fat either, just curvy. Oh, and can you work in a double-ended dildo? I'll leave the rest up to you. I miss you, Jenni! Love you. I hope you're doing well.
Jennifer Johnson said: I'm so happy to hear from you, even if it's just via a request. I have no way of knowing who this is, but I have my theories. I know I've been missing in action for a few months, but I have a good reason. I've been sick with Covid and it hit me pretty hard. I hope I can do this story justice. It's my first attempt at writing something after my illness. My brain has been mush and unable to produce writing for quite a while, but I think I'm ready now. I genuinely hope you like it.
All characters in this story are over age 18, which should be obvious since they are at a swinger's event. You can't attend swinger's events until you are at least 18, but since I never explicitly state the main character's age, I am placing this here to clarify.
Mrs. Right Now
"Wow!" Sam exclaimed as we entered the swinger's party, which took place in a vast warehouse. It didn't look like much from the outside, but we were both flabbergasted once inside.
"This place is insane!" I agreed, my arm aching from the large bag I carried. The venue was decorated with motorcycles enclosed by red velvet ropes to keep people from touching them. Suspended from the extremely high ceilings were a series of brand new monster truck tires. Upon further examination, I saw an actual Monster Truck parked on one side of the warehouse. A man stood near the truck in some sort of uniform, and it looked like he was autographing a lady's breast as her husband looked on.
"You want Mr. Monster Truck to sign your titties?" Sam laughed.
"I'm good. You know why I'm here." I shot Sam a daring look to let him know that I wouldn't chicken out like the other times. "Fuck, this is heavy!" I complained as I attempted to shift my bag to my other shoulder.
"Oh, geez! Honey, why didn't you hand me this earlier? It's heavy, and I don't want my princess carrying heavy things." He took the bag from me.
"Thanks, babe!"
"Damn, what's in here?" he asked as he slung it over his shoulder and wrapped his free arm around my shoulder, steering me toward the coat check.
"The double-ended dildo is in there! And two bottles of tequila."
"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked as we stood in line to check in our coats and alcohol.
"Duh! I want to have my first girl-girl experience!"
"Tiffany? Look at me."
"What?" I asked, looking up into Sam's dark eyes. He was twelve years older than me, and sometimes I felt he treated me like a child.
"We've been trying this for a few months, and nothing has happened. No need to get my hopes up. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to. This isn't for me; it's for you."
"I know, and I do want to do it. I just get scared. I think I just need to meet the right girl."
"Excuse me?" an older woman behind us in line tapped me on the shoulder.
"Yes?" I asked, turning to look at her. She was tall and wore six-inch stilettos that made her taller than Sam, who was just under six feet. Her husband stood next to her, only slightly taller than her. Her hair was light brown and streaked with honey-blonde highlights, and she had a pointy nose that suited her oval face. Her lips were ruby red, and they looked kissable. Her body was curvaceous and plump, much like mine. Unlike me, she held herself as if she was the most beautiful woman in the room.
"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about finding the right girl. If you wait for Miss Right, you might be waiting a while. You should go for Mrs. Right Now instead." She looked into my eyes, a smirk twisting her smile into something almost evil. I could see that she was interested in me, and I focused on her red lips, knowing I wanted to kiss them. I liked that her body wasn't perfect. Maybe she wouldn't hate mine. I wasn't exactly thin and trim. I had some extra pounds, but I felt like I wore them well.
"Mrs. Right Now?" I parroted. I didn't know what to say. I had always wanted to meet the right girl, but maybe this lady was right. Perhaps I was being too picky and missing out.
"Yes. As in me! I've been with a lot of women, and I can show you the ropes."
"Quite literally," her husband interjected. "She's very good with rope!"
We all laughed, and she took a moment to introduce herself to Sam and me.
"I'm Patty, and this is Nick."
"Are those your real names, or do you make up fake ones for parties?" I asked her.
"That's my real name, and his too. We are very open with who we are. Most of our friends and relatives know that we live an unconventional lifestyle. It makes everything a lot easier. That and now that our kids are grown."
"We don't have any kids yet," I confessed.
"Then you should definitely be living it up with me tonight. Let's go to the playroom as soon as we check our stuff in. "I'm going to grab a few toys."
"I have a toy too!" I practically screamed.
Patty laughed lightheartedly and gave her husband a knowing glance. "What toy do you have?"
"A double-ended dildo! It's purple, and I bought it in Las Vegas on vacation. I was hoping I might meet the right girl."
"Well, lucky you met Mrs. Right Now," Patty said with a laugh.