Saturday night Mr.Sweet and I attended a house party which promised to be a great time. Several of the “old gang” from our favorite Meet & Greet (now disbanded) were set to attend, as well as some new (to us) folks.

We arrived early, as the hosts are close friends and we were in charge of transporting some of the refreshments and party supplies. This gave us plenty of time to relax and greet our friends and the other guests.

To help get the party started, I volunteered to join the hostess and a few other ladies on the trampoline—topless, of course. It was fun and a good workout, too. And not surprisingly, one of the guests made off with our shirts and bras. It was warm enough out I didn’t bother hunting mine down.

Not long after that, the hostess, summoned a SM friend of ours. I happened to be standing beside him and there was a crowd of people between the hostess and him. So I nudged him along into the house, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs as they headed up. I called out to her to, “Save some for me,” as I had hoped to have playtime with him, too.

I spent the rest of the evening chatting with the old gang. We missed our friends terribly, and it seemed we were all so busy playing catch-up, no one was in a mood to play (besides me). Once my SM friend finally resurfaced, I teased him and put him on warning that he’d better recover quickly. He laughed, and said he and the hostess thought I was going to join them . . . But that he’d do his best.

When he finally gave me the thumbs up, we headed to the play area, which was surprisingly empty. Things started off very well, but while we were busy, a few people entered the play area, including the hostess. She stopped to say hi—and by that, I mean she started kissing him and continued to do so for several minutes (while I was going down on him). I was slightly put off, but let it go. Unfortunately, he wasn’t up for full swap at that point. I was only mildly disappointed, but went with the flow of things.

When I wandered back upstairs, everyone else had gotten dressed/never gotten undressed, so I was the lone naked person in the room. This gave me a distinct advantage when someone I’d been flirting with recently made an unexpected appearance. Unfortunately, he dropped by at the end of the evening, so I ended up hunting down clothes so I could say goodbye to everyone and help a bit with clean up.

As is customary, my honey and I headed home to ravage each other and replay the evening with each other. Our conclusion: A good time was had, and we need to make more of an effort to “reconnect” with old friends.

Oh, and the reason I didn't join the hostess and our SM friend? I thought the hostess might want him all to herself, and I haven't been able to do a FMF with Mr. Sweet. While he'd have had no objections to me joining them, it just didn't feel right to me. I'll take, "following my gut for $300, Alex."