A young couple, new to swinging, fly out to Las Vegas to realize a long-time fantasy. They revel in the freedom and sexual intensity of a swing convention.

The distant desert shimmered and danced in the scorching heat, but as our plane touched down in Las Vegas, my hands and feet were ice cold. Even my nipples were hard and making themselves evident through my thin, gauzy top. I stood up and nervously adjusted my red leather miniskirt, pulling it down a few millimeters. Jeff, my husband of three months, looked over at me and grinned. Throwing an arm around me, he pulled me close for a big hug. “It’ll be great,” he reassured me. This calmed my nerves a bit, but I was still a little shaky. No wonder. We were in Las Vegas to attend our first swing convention, one of the biggest in the world.

Jeff and I had been swinging only about six months. We see the group sex scene as a way of really amplifying our own relationship. When we got the convention brochure in the mail, we thought it might be fun meeting other swingers from all over the world and possibly having sex with some of them. In fact, over the last few weeks, we had made up sexy fantasies about new couples we would meet and had then spent the rest of the evening making love passionately. But now that we were in Las Vegas, I was shaking like a leaf, nervous and yet very excited. After all, there would be thousands of swingers here.

After we got our luggage, we stood and waited for a taxi. That was when a very attractive couple about our age walked up to us. They introduced themselves as Mike and Jane from Denver and asked us if we were going to the swing convention, and would we like to share a taxi? We must have looked a bit startled, because we couldn’t believe we had actually been spotted. They smiled and said that they had guessed we were swingers in town for the convention from the sexy way I was dressed and because we were holding hands. Looking at them, we decided that they stood out as swingers too. Jane, a curvaceous redhead, had on a skimpy fringed halter and skintight jeans with red high heels. Mike, tall and lean, had a button on his collar that read, “Party Animal!”

We found a taxi and piled into it; Mike and Jane seemed so friendly that I began to relax. Jeff and I introduced ourselves, admitting that we were fairly new to swinging and that this would be our first convention. We all laughed when our driver mentioned that our hotel was one of his most popular destinations this weekend.

When we arrived at the hotel, Mike and Jane went on to their room, but we promised to meet them later at the dance. As Jeff and I walked through the hotel after we registered, we couldn’t believe our eyes. We saw swingers, both couples and singles, all over the hotel. Some were in line registering; many were playing blackjack or the slots and others were just standing around talking. Lots were sunning themselves out by the pool. All ages, sizes and types were represented, but all of them were in sexy attire. You could just tell from the way they acted that they planned to have a wild and sexy weekend. We met several couples as we walked around. We even ran into one of the couples from Dallas who we had met recently. We started to select the couples we might want to spend more “quality” time with.

In the evening we went down to the ballroom to join in the convention fun. We gave our tickets to the dance to the handsome hunk at the door. He stamped our hands, and we entered the huge room. Large tables were and Jane’s room to “party,” a swinger term for getting into group sex. Mike and Jane must have known that things would end up at their room. They had replaced all the light bulbs with red ones. The room was bathed in sex-red light. Champagne buckets were filled with oils, gels and “toys.” While everyone else was beginning to get friendly, Mike was sitting in a chair with me on his lap. He began kissing the sides of my neck and my shoulders. I felt myself heat up.

I sighed as his hands squeezed my breasts and he held me close. “Are you nervous?” he asked gently. As I shook my head, he pulled my arms around his neck and wrapped his hard arms around me, drawing me into a deep kiss. Our tongues touching and exploring sent crackling electricity through my body. Standing me up in front of him, Mike parted my shirt, and my breasts were at his disposal. He continued undressing me, kissing his way down my body as he exposed me. My pussy wanted him to make love to it. As he removed my black silk G-string, he took a lengthy middle finger and pushed it into me: hard, quick and wet.

Mike began removing his own clothing, and I looked around the red, swirling room at the other swingers. Over in a corner by the wall, I could see Jeff lying on a bed with Stacy sitting on top of him and leaning forward, her long hair forming a curtain of gold around them. As Stacy lazily bobbed up and down, I could just make out Jeff’s hard shaft pumping into her. On the bed closest to us, Jane lay on top of Debbie in a sixty-nine, and they were tongue-fucking each other’s cunt. Ron was kneeling behind Jane and bumping his erect cock around her pussy as it was being licked. John was behind Debbie, his face buried in the action. I could feel the wetness of my own pussy as I reached down to massage my clitoris.

Mike stood in front of me, his muscular body gleaming in the red light. Sitting me down in the chair and pulling my hips to the very edges of it, he spread my legs apart and knelt in front of me. He began to lick my cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned as he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. The cries of pleasure from the others heightened my own excitement and I soon came in gasping shudders that rippled from deep within me. Mike held me close and kissed me as I came and the intensity finally died down.

When he stood up, Mike’s heavy erection swayed lustily at me. He positioned himself over me and quickly slid his cock into my waiting pussy. My hands caressed his torso and pulled his face down to mine for another deep kiss. He used quick, powerful strokes, so different from Jeffs slow, easy movements. I came again, very quickly. Mike stopped for a moment and let me catch my breath, then began again with slow, steady motions that built to shattering explosions for both of us. I could feel his hot cock shoot up into me. We collapsed together in the chair, locked in a tight embrace. Looking up, we found six pairs of eyes looking at us. What a hot scene we made!

Sympathetically, we all knew what was going to happen. The room erupted into a free-form pile of writhing, moaning bodies. The sounds were bizarre, at once sounding like both pleasure and pain. Cocks and cunts sliding together, asses, descending shafts, mouths shaping into sensuous openings. Ten minutes of a good group fuck and people started to come, slowly and then faster. Mike helped me over to the bed where Jeff lay with John and Stacy. I cuddled up with my husband. Talking and laughing with our newfound friends, we gained a better perspective about what the sharing and caring of swinging is all about.

Even though it was still early-only four in the morning-we all decided to call it a night, because Saturday was going to be even more exciting. During the day we planned to attend some of the seminars on swinging and other aspects of alternative sex-styles. After a couple of hours of much-needed sleep, Jeff and I attended seminars on female bisexuality, on strengthening relationships, even one on fantasy play. We learned a lot and had a great time doing it. ln between, we found time to mix and mingle with couples from all over the country. We really enjoyed the day and were looking forward to the highlight of the convention, the erotic costume ball that would be held that evening.

Later, Jeff and I giggled as we put on our costumes; he was a horny fisherman and I was a sexy mermaid. Jeff looked great in his fishing vest, waders and silly hat; he was even carrying a fishing pole. My costume consisted of a long blonde wig, two seashells for a top and a green sequined “fish tail” bottom. I put on a cloak so I could walk through the casino and we giggled as we entered the ballroom. All the costumes were wonderful and very erotic. The only rule was that the genitals must be covered, and these people were very creative. There were pimps and hookers, a funky pirate and a leather nurse, islanders, even a human condom. It was wild.

“Hi. We sure didn’t get to talk to you much last night!” Ron and Debbie walked up to us, grinning. Jeff and I laughed and agreed. We soon found an intimate corner table and sat down to get to know each other. We discovered that we all had careers in computers and were interested in boating and outdoor sports. Ron and Debbie told us that they would be in Texas in a couple of months on business, so we exchanged phone numbers and told them that they could stay with us.

In the costume contest, Mike and Jane won Best Couple with Ghostbuster costumes. Afterward we congratulated them and joined them, John and Stacy for another “party,” this time in Ron and Debbie’s room. When we arrived, Ron got out a bottle of champagne that had been chilling in the sink and some plastic glasses. The eight of us toasted the evening and new friendships, vowing to keep in touch and to return the next year to celebrate again. I was so happy.

Then, as we were all more familiar with each other by this time and already aroused, we quickly dropped our costumes in little mounds on the floor. Jeff and I joined Ron and Debbie on one bed while the other two couples got comfy on the other one. Ron lay on his back, his cock waving like a flagpole, and I took it gently in my mouth and then began to slowly slide my lips up and down the length of the velvety shaft.

I’ve always enjoyed taking a cock in my mouth, and I savored the taste and feel of Ron’s. I alternated between sucking it slowly, my head bobbing rhythmically up and down, my cheeks hollowing and then puffing out, and licking it sensuously, my tongue snaking up, down and all around the pulsing shaft. At one point I ran the tip of my tongue up and down over the sensitive underside of Ron’s cock and he crooned with delight.

It wasn’t long before I felt his balls tense and heard a groan of pleasure escape his lips just before he shot a load of tangy cream into my mouth. Gulping it down quickly, I moved over him so I could ride his still hard cock. Slipping the head of his cock just inside my pussy lips, I moved up and down, teasing him with my vagina. Ron writhed beneath me and then grabbed my hips and thrust deep. His desire inflamed my own passion as I looked around at the excited couplings all around us. Seeing Debbie in the throes of orgasm with Jeff made my own pussy start convulsing wildly. The four of us came together in one massive orgasm, clutching and holding each other as pleasure rocked our bodies.

All cuddled together, we lay as though dazed. Then I felt a warm, soft hand lazily rubbing my breast. I looked up to see Debbie caressing me enticingly. She looked inquiringly at me, and I nodded as I slid into her embrace. My lips touched her warm, soft mouth, and I could smell Jeffs semen on her body as well as her own scent. We lay embracing and fondling each other for a long time. Slipping her hand between my legs, Debbie began to rub my clit with her thumb while sliding a long, slender finger up into my wet pussy.

I loved the soft, sweet feel of her body pressed against mine, so different from the men’s bodies. As the intensity of the sensations increased, my body felt as though it were on fire with its aching need. I arched my back and my hands clutched Debbie’s hot body. I jerked involuntarily as the waves of orgasm washed over me. Kissing her softly, I whispered, “Thank you!”

Having lost track of everything but my own pleasure, I stood up and went to get a drink of ice water. I watched Jane giving Jeff the blowjob of a lifetime. He had been standing against a wall watching Debbie and me when Jane knelt in front of him and took his rod in her mouth, and later he told me that it felt as though his cock had been made to fit her mouth ” except a little bigger.”

Mike and Ron were standing beside the bed on which lay Debbie and Stacy. The women were holding their legs high in the air, and with two huge cocks sliding into them in the same rhythm, it was almost as if they were being fucked in tandem.

I was watching my husband being ministered to so beautifully and the other hot activity in the room when I felt a hard, insistent presence between the cheeks of my bottom, as well as hands caressing my waist and hips. In my ear I heard a soft whisper: “You’ve got the best ass in the whole convention; I’ve been watching it for days.” Looking around, I discovered John smiling at me. I turned slightly for a deep, warm kiss, and then I bent over the dresser and turned my bottom up for his inspection. Kneeling behind me, he gently licked his way up into my moist cunt, alternately teasing and fucking me with his accurate tongue. He then quickly stood up, grasped my waist and savagely thrust his full length into my cunt. It was sheer nirvana!

“Fuck me,” I cried. I was so hot and wet, my mind and body ablaze with desire. We held back as long as we could until finally, with long, hard screams, John and I both came with hot streams of passion. The shudders racked my body-huge quakes at first, then a series of rapid aftershocks. Sliding down to the floor, we sat holding each other and watching in amazement as each couple reached their explosive finish, panting like marathon runners.

We all finally left Ron and Debbie’s room just as the sun was coming up on another hot Las Vegas day. Jeff and I kissed each of the other couples goodbye and made plans to get together with them again just as soon as possible. Back in our room, Jeff and I took a hot shower. We lathered each other with heaping piles of foamy soap. Jeff moved right up behind me and whispered in my ear that he loved me. His soft hands slid and circled over my slippery stomach and breasts. I could feel him hard against my back. I lifted my left leg up onto the cool ceramic of the edge of the bathtub, opening myself for his entry. I reached back and firmly stroked his hard-on a few times before bringing it right up to my pussy. Jeff put his hands on my hips and began to slide himself in and out.

He fucked me like this for an ecstatic minute and then slipped out. He then readjusted his stance, getting his feet onto the rubber grips on the bottom of the bathtub. When he slowly pushed in again, I let out a moan. Jeff then fucked me faster and faster, until I thought I would die. I came in waves over the next few minutes. He kept on fucking me with savage intensity. Suddenly he stopped, going in all the way and pressing himself against my ass and pussy as he came. We toweled each other off, cuddled up on the bed and slept until it was time to go to the airport.

On the plane ride home, we hugged and laughed and talked about the wonderful time we had had at our first swing convention. I know it won’t be our last.