Your dream “sex party”

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Someone gives you a blank check to throw the sex party you’ve always fantasized about. What would it be like? Location, ambiance, music, attendees? An intimate gathering? A raucous nightclub? “Eyes Wide Shut” but with better acting? I’ll withhold my answer so as not to taint people’s imaginations...
 
The yacht is offshore just beyond legal limits, anchored in international waters so anything goes. All the reasonably in shape and attractive guests have been screened so no condoms are required.

All invitees are bisexual so all permutations are welcomed, appreciated, encouraged and applauded...egged on by welcoming molly upon boarding.

Soft bass heavy music adds to the hypnotic effect of the researched lighting spectrums that enhance libido and and further reduce inhibitions.

There are no strangers and all are one as people in happily fuzzy but aware consciousness weave dreamily among rooms and being welcomed by others in pleasure and proactively joining in others delight and ecstasy.

And so it goes...
 
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My dream sex party has a simple setting. A typical hotel room with a king sized bed in the middle. The libations are simple too. A couple cases of beer. A few bottles of liquor and mix. And plenty of drinking water. No music is necessary.

The participants. My wife, myself, and maybe a half dozen other men. The idea behind the party - the other men are going to gangbang my wife. First each guy screws her individually. She'd never go a traditional porn style gangbang with all them surrounding her. Then if the first two are ready again, maybe a threesome. Then a couple singles again. Then maybe another threesome. Various combination. Ultimately, each guy fucks her and cums in her twice. And she's suck each cock at least once too.
 
The yacht is offshore just beyond legal limits, anchored in international waters so anything goes. All the reasonably in shape and attractive guests have been screened so no condoms are required.

All invitees are bisexual so all permutations are welcomed, appreciated, encouraged and applauded...egged on by welcoming molly upon boarding.

Soft bass heavy music adds to the hypnotic effect of the researched lighting spectrums that enhance libido and and further reduce inhibitions.

There are no strangers and all are one as people in happily fuzzy but aware consciousness weave dreamily among rooms and being welcomed by others in pleasure and proactively joining in others delight and ecstasy.

And so it goes...

Hope I'm invited! Although I'd trade in the molly for coke. Lol.
 
Here's mine. It would be in a small chateau that had a Great Hall as well as sumptuous boudoirs and lots of smaller salons, private cellars and mysterious grottoes in the basement. Attractive "servants" would be on hand in sexy attire, of various genders, aesthetics and body types, to serve sensual food and drink. Heavily tattooed and pierced women and men would be prominent - because I adore them - but also people garbed as wood nymphs, or angels, or leather clad Dom(me)s.

The patrons would be hand selected from Literotica, of course! There would be flirty games, maybe some IRL Truth or Dare, erotic tableaux, all of which gradually gave way to couples or groups moving off into the various rooms to satisfy their desires.

The next morning we'd all have a luxurious breakfast, cuz I love breakfast.
 
You just described my idea of paradise! (Minus the dark forest surrounding.)

You are most welcome, and don’t worry, the surrounding gardens and forest only contain more sexy people, secluded bowers, and beds of soft ferns and grasses.
 
A cruse liner in the Caribbean cursing without touching port for a month. Holds 1500 people and be the only woman on board.
A sissy can dream.
 
Ideal sex party

The party would be huge, covering the grounds of a large estate.

Everyone there is in a simple uniform of thin, tight-fitting latex. Men are wearing T-shirts and short shorts. Women in T-shirts, miniskirts, and garter belts. Strategically-placed zippers ensure access to any part of the body desired.

On each person's chest there is a colour-code, similar to military decorations, showing what sex acts each person desires to do, or have done to them. Anyone, on looking at anyone else, can instantly see how their desires can be gratified by the other.

Any woman looking at me will know how eager I am to lick her pussy, worship her ass. Without a word, they can walk up to me, press me down to my knees, and present their needs to me.

Above my wife's left breast is a band of colour showing how much she loves sucking cock. That she is willing to be gang-banged, by up to eight men. That she is submissive using her mouth, pussy, and ass.

A trio of men walk up to her, their erections clearly visible beneath their tight shorts. And I am eager to watch what happens; except that a tall and striking redhead inspects my badge, takes me by the hand, and begins to lead me away ...

The fun is about to begin.
 
A completely dark room

My fantasy sex party (which has to remain fantasy as I really am happily married) would be for there to be a completely dark room. In there you could meet up with others anonymously. In my case, I could explore my desire to try sucking a cock.

I imagine feeling my way along the wall of this room and come across another participant. Feeling their arm first, I follow it up to their chest, noting that this person is a male. I trace downward to below their belt. As it’s a sex party, I’m not surprised that he’s at least partially aroused.

The room is incredibly quiet except for a few suppressed sounds by others who are exploring like me but have already found an anonymous partner. I drop to my knees in front of him and quickly undo his belt, unbutton his fly and unzip his pants pulling them and his boxers down to release the object I seek. Incredibly nervous as this is completely new territory to me, I am nevertheless in a hurry out of fear. Fear that i might back out. Fear that he might say “no” as he was hoping that his anonymous giver be female. Fear that the lights might come on. Fear that somehow I might be identified.

I am also in a hurry because I want to begin to fellate him before he is hard so that I might experience the growing arousal, girth and length while I suck this cock. Feeling him harden in my mouth, I’m now able to enjoy the sensation of his skin sliding along his engorging cock as distinct and separate from the spongy head. Feeling the heaviness and heat on my tongue, I take him as deep into my mouth as I am able. Of course, it’s not as deep as he or I would like as I’ve never done this before. But, fortunately for both of us, he’s of average size so my efforts are fairly rewarding as I can get nearly 4” of his 5.5” before he hits the back of my throat.

Bobbing slowly, I am able to enjoy the thrill of the taboo of having this cock in my mouth and the sensory thrills that accompany the experience - the taste, texture, smell. I can feel him starting to tense and thrust in tempo with my efforts as the buildup to climax is beginning. Cupping his balls in one hand, I increase my pace, sucking more deeply and more determinadly. I feel the increase in his hardness and the tension in his balls and hear him gasp, stop breathing momentarily and then release. I receive his flood of semen into my mouth and hold his cock in my mouth as he finishes his climax. After his spasms fade, I stroke him to squeeze out the last few drops of his semen which I receive willingly. As he softens in my mouth, I release his cock and quickly pull away to find my own dark corner of the room and recover from my experience - a fantasy fulfilled.
 
I would have to say a party where everyone is dressed in feminine attire head to toe. Make up hair nails.
 
My fantasy sex party (which has to remain fantasy as I really am happily married) would be for there to be a completely dark room. In there you could meet up with others anonymously. In my case, I could explore my desire to try sucking a cock.

I imagine feeling my way along the wall of this room and come across another participant. Feeling their arm first, I follow it up to their chest, noting that this person is a male. I trace downward to below their belt. As it’s a sex party, I’m not surprised that he’s at least partially aroused.

The room is incredibly quiet except for a few suppressed sounds by others who are exploring like me but have already found an anonymous partner. I drop to my knees in front of him and quickly undo his belt, unbutton his fly and unzip his pants pulling them and his boxers down to release the object I seek. Incredibly nervous as this is completely new territory to me, I am nevertheless in a hurry out of fear. Fear that i might back out. Fear that he might say “no” as he was hoping that his anonymous giver be female. Fear that the lights might come on. Fear that somehow I might be identified.

I am also in a hurry because I want to begin to fellate him before he is hard so that I might experience the growing arousal, girth and length while I suck this cock. Feeling him harden in my mouth, I’m now able to enjoy the sensation of his skin sliding along his engorging cock as distinct and separate from the spongy head. Feeling the heaviness and heat on my tongue, I take him as deep into my mouth as I am able. Of course, it’s not as deep as he or I would like as I’ve never done this before. But, fortunately for both of us, he’s of average size so my efforts are fairly rewarding as I can get nearly 4” of his 5.5” before he hits the back of my throat.

Bobbing slowly, I am able to enjoy the thrill of the taboo of having this cock in my mouth and the sensory thrills that accompany the experience - the taste, texture, smell. I can feel him starting to tense and thrust in tempo with my efforts as the buildup to climax is beginning. Cupping his balls in one hand, I increase my pace, sucking more deeply and more determinadly. I feel the increase in his hardness and the tension in his balls and hear him gasp, stop breathing momentarily and then release. I receive his flood of semen into my mouth and hold his cock in my mouth as he finishes his climax. After his spasms fade, I stroke him to squeeze out the last few drops of his semen which I receive willingly. As he softens in my mouth, I release his cock and quickly pull away to find my own dark corner of the room and recover from my experience - a fantasy fulfilled.

I love the anonimity of this. I like the idea of a room where one could find and enjoy any kind of perfect stranger(s).
 
Here's mine. It would be in a small chateau that had a Great Hall as well as sumptuous boudoirs and lots of smaller salons, private cellars and mysterious grottoes in the basement. Attractive "servants" would be on hand in sexy attire, of various genders, aesthetics and body types, to serve sensual food and drink. Heavily tattooed and pierced women and men would be prominent - because I adore them - but also people garbed as wood nymphs, or angels, or leather clad Dom(me)s.

The patrons would be hand selected from Literotica, of course! There would be flirty games, maybe some IRL Truth or Dare, erotic tableaux, all of which gradually gave way to couples or groups moving off into the various rooms to satisfy their desires.

The next morning we'd all have a luxurious breakfast, cuz I love breakfast.

I think this has to be my favorite but mostly because I love breakfast too!
 
Probably inspired by a movie or book or maybe several all muddled together ....

Carousel:

A mixture of Spin The Bottle and Musical chairs. Willing women are arranged face down on a tabletop, legs open wide and bent up in the air. Possibly bound from the ankles. Men or women with strap-ons are arranged standing around the table. Either the table rotates, or the others walk around it and stop when instructed. They then enter whichever woman is in front of them. After a short period, they withdraw, step back and the rotation resumes. This cycles could continue for some period. At the end, the women on the table could have been fucked by any number of the participants, some possibly several times.
 
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How about this?

You can wear anything you want; formal wear, casual, traditional costumes, sexy costumes, cosplay, crossdress, anything at all, AS LONG AS your genitals are fully exposed and open for all to see and touch at their will. Each person would also wear a 'gender preference' tag to signify if they want attention from the same gender or not.

If you're a guy wearing a 'straight' tag, any woman at all could touch, feel, caress or suck your cock and balls at her will.
 
My fantasy sex party (which has to remain fantasy as I really am happily married) would be for there to be a completely dark room. In there you could meet up with others anonymously. In my case, I could explore my desire to try sucking a cock.

I imagine feeling my way along the wall of this room and come across another participant. Feeling their arm first, I follow it up to their chest, noting that this person is a male. I trace downward to below their belt. As it’s a sex party, I’m not surprised that he’s at least partially aroused.

The room is incredibly quiet except for a few suppressed sounds by others who are exploring like me but have already found an anonymous partner. I drop to my knees in front of him and quickly undo his belt, unbutton his fly and unzip his pants pulling them and his boxers down to release the object I seek. Incredibly nervous as this is completely new territory to me, I am nevertheless in a hurry out of fear. Fear that i might back out. Fear that he might say “no” as he was hoping that his anonymous giver be female. Fear that the lights might come on. Fear that somehow I might be identified.

I am also in a hurry because I want to begin to fellate him before he is hard so that I might experience the growing arousal, girth and length while I suck this cock. Feeling him harden in my mouth, I’m now able to enjoy the sensation of his skin sliding along his engorging cock as distinct and separate from the spongy head. Feeling the heaviness and heat on my tongue, I take him as deep into my mouth as I am able. Of course, it’s not as deep as he or I would like as I’ve never done this before. But, fortunately for both of us, he’s of average size so my efforts are fairly rewarding as I can get nearly 4” of his 5.5” before he hits the back of my throat.

Bobbing slowly, I am able to enjoy the thrill of the taboo of having this cock in my mouth and the sensory thrills that accompany the experience - the taste, texture, smell. I can feel him starting to tense and thrust in tempo with my efforts as the buildup to climax is beginning. Cupping his balls in one hand, I increase my pace, sucking more deeply and more determinadly. I feel the increase in his hardness and the tension in his balls and hear him gasp, stop breathing momentarily and then release. I receive his flood of semen into my mouth and hold his cock in my mouth as he finishes his climax. After his spasms fade, I stroke him to squeeze out the last few drops of his semen which I receive willingly. As he softens in my mouth, I release his cock and quickly pull away to find my own dark corner of the room and recover from my experience - a fantasy fulfilled.

That’s very hot. There used to be an event near San Francisco where people would enter a completely dark room (on hands and knees for safety) and touch or be touched by any body parts of either gender that they encountered. That always sounded hot to me (sadly I never got to attend).
 
Just the women?

Probably inspired by a movie or book or maybe several all muddled together ....

Carousel:

A mixture of Spin The Bottle and Musical chairs. Willing women are arranged face down on a tabletop, legs open wide and bent up in the air. Possibly bound from the ankles. Men or women with strap-ons are arranged standing around the table. Either the table rotates, or the others walk around it and stop when instructed. They then enter whichever woman is in front of them. After a short period, they withdraw, step back and the rotation resumes. This cycles could continue for some period. At the end, the women on the table could have been fucked by any number of the participants, some possibly several times.

I like the idea, but women AND men so arranged. Strap ons optional. I would have people arranged at random and some asses out, some mouths out. So the table spins and you get to penetrate whoever ends up in front of you, by whatever hole you are confronted with, with whatever tool you choose.

Spin the Bottle, Musical Chairs and Pin the Tale on the Donkey maybe.
 
3 trans girls all to myself.
They're wearing mostly lace, fishnets and stockings.
I'm in the middle; I'm getting fucked, fucking one myself and sucking off the third.
Enigma music playing in background.
Setting: church altar.

I feel like I’ve viewed that scene in one of the B rated movies I’ve watched on Netflix late at night! ;-)
 
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