Working the Double – An All Day and All Night Party

 

We’re definitely regulars now. And when a club throws a mammoth all-day-and-all-night party, how could we not go? Festival-inspired, the vibe ranged from Rio Carnival headdresses and nudity to Glastonbury-style chill. During the day, it was all outside. 250 people, mellow tunes, poolside lounging, bodies on beds, tents for shade. Mostly relaxed and social, with little pockets of naughtiness woven in.

Husband and I parked ourselves on one bed for the whole event. His mobility makes it easier to stay put, and I dipped off for drinks, food, or to chat. There was a sense people were “saving themselves”. A full day and night is a long stretch, and most men only have so many rounds in them.

Still, I had my eye on a couple of familiar faces including Lesley and the Sprinter. Both charismatic, kind, and exceptional to play with. I was definitely hoping to reconnect.

Enter the pierced penis for more playtime

We’d been chatting with a tall rugby player since queueing to enter who was right up my street, but despite the pleasant conversation and my pretty blatant “I like to be desired” hints, he didn’t make a move. So, when Lesley approached, Rugby Man was still there, but quickly disappeared when Lesley and I began kissing.

We lay on the bed, and Lesley wasted no time. He pushed me down, kissing across my body, pulling my bikini to one side and diving in. His mouth, his fingers, my body writhed and arched under him. He gripped tighter, never letting me pull away. I still struggle to cum from someone else’s touch alone, but my god, he knew how to please.

I returned the favour eagerly, tongue teasing his beautiful cock, the barbell through the end still a thrilling twist. Then I climbed on top, familiar readers knowing this is my favourite way to cum, and rode him, but this time, Lesley was the one rubbing my clit. Perfect rhythm. Perfect pressure. My orgasm hit like a wave, leaving my legs weak and body trembling. He didn’t even need to cum himself. When I asked him if he wanted to save himself for later, he smiled that big contagious smile and said yes. Only so many bullets in the day. I’d happily have gone longer, but I was on an absolute high. His energy, his kindness, his playfulness Lesley is a true gem.

I’m on period but I’m DTF…. RUDE

Earlier in the day, I’d also clocked the Sprinter. That island accent and chill warmth? Irresistible. We chatted briefly but he drifted, giving time to others, saying he’d find me later. At these parties, that can go either way. There’s definitely a competitive energy among women when it comes to the “good eggs”. That’s the ones who can hold a conversation and fuck you ten ways to Sunday.

When he eventually came back to our bed, we were chatting when a couple approached. Stunning blonde, forgettable man. She interrupted mid-conversation with a blunt, “I’m on my period but I’m down to fuck if you are,” directed solely at the Sprinter. No hello. No intro. Just… yeah. He, ever the gentleman, made introductions and politely declined. Meanwhile, my internal monologue? COLD. I don’t care if it’s a sex party, have some damn manners.

After she left, we settled back into our flow. He’s so good at giving and receiving affection. I kept checking in as we kissed and touched, something he really appreciates. I adored his body. His cock which is huge, beautiful, and the way he gives feedback as you play? Hot as hell.

I rode him first, but he’s so thick and full that he eventually laid me down and fucked me slowly, deeply, holding me close. I didn’t cum, but the sensations were delicious. He’s just… a proper gentleman. Says he doesn’t want to become a regular on the scene, but I hope I’ll see him again.

Time to recharge

As the day crowd started to leave, we reset with massages, cuddles and laying together in the sun. This is what we love too: the intimacy, the space to reconnect away from the grind of everyday life.

We changed for the night ‘shift’ and I swapped into seamed stockings, suspenders, lace bralette, and a sheer dress. Heels finally on, I felt sexy again. We danced inside briefly, then headed back out to the fairy lights twinkling, laughter buzzing, people relaxed and glowing.

The evening naughtiness

Same bed. Same vibe. Enter: the Maths Teacher.

Fairly standard looking, but funny. Young, turned out to be 26, and trying hard. We talked, I gave him some tips on navigating parties. Lesson #1? Consent. With Husband behind me, stroking my legs, the Maths Teacher joined in, and THEN asked for permission, Facepalm!

But everything he did was too fast, too forceful. I kept slowing him down. Eventually, he asked if I’d suck his cock, and I did… for a bit. But honestly, I wasn’t in the mood. Still, when he suited up and I rode him, he surprised me with a thick cock and me keeping a good rhythm so I did cum, mostly by taking charge myself. He finished while holding me still, fucking me from underneath which is one of my favourite ways. Intimate. Deep. Hot.

After a bit of post-play chat, we nudged him gently to move on. We freshened up, got changed, and started our goodbyes to Lesley, the Sprinter, and a few new faces. One of them I recognised from the interracial party. Something tells me it won’t be the last time I see him…

We came for the party, but stayed for the intimacy, and that’s always the real high.