Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 1 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 1

... one locked room upstairs. I don't wanna sleep on wet bedding after you've all left. Trisha has placed ample supplies of condoms in each bedroom for those of you who don't enjoy bareback. Any other toys should be in your personal belongings. The refrigerator has been stocked, so if you get hungry for something other than the obvious, please feel free to help yourself. Our secret passwords for tonight are yellow and red. If you're with someone who isn't enjoying themselves, they can say yellow, telling you to take a step back. If the person says red, you are to stop whatever you are doing immediately. Finally, the dungeon is in the basement for those who enjoy BSDM, but I'll remind you of the passwords should you venture into that playroom."

With that, Sam walked across the room and pulled a sexy late twenties woman from the love seat she was sitting on and led her off to some quiet bedroom on the first floor. Trisha grabbed her partner, and they scurried off in a different direction.

I looked around the room; almost all of the five remaining men seated about looked like they could please me. Being the newbie in this menagerie of experienced swingers, I was somewhat concerned that I'd be the last one selected for the team.

I took a sip of my wine, crossed my legs, and showed off my shapely calf muscles, hoping to attract the attention of someone besides Jerry.

You can imagine my surprise when a very handsome forties-looking guy with long wavy hair rose from his seat ...

... and walked across the room to where I was seated. He smiled and said, "You look nervous."

I smiled and shook my head, then said, "My stomach is full of butterflies."

He grinned, reached for my hand, and replied, "Let's see if we can settle your tummy down a little."

As I stood up, Saundra said from behind, "You go, girl."

He led me back through the foyer. I looked over my shoulder, and the pretty thing he was sitting with had already moved to my seat and snuggled into Jerry's side. We walked through a huge dining room into a short hall with two doors on either side and one at the end.

"I'm Randy," he said as his hand slid over my back and around my waist.

"Dianna," I replied, feeling much more comfortable with this handsome man.

We walked past the first two doors, and as we approached the last one, Randy said, "This room has a wonderful view of Sam and Trisha's backyard."

Randy opened the door, and as I slid by, I let my fingertips slide across his abdomen. He stepped inside and quietly closed the door. I walked across the room and gazed outside; the landscaping was immaculate, lit by dim lights on rustic-looking wooden posts. I turned and leaned against the wide oak window sill, placing both hands on the ledge beside my hips. Randy was still standing just inside the door.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He smiled and replied, "No, I was just enjoying your gait."

I cocked my hips somewhat, smiled, and replied, "I love a man who enjoys the tiny ...