I am particularly interested in exploring multiple partners of both genders. Kinks: voyeurism and exhibitionism. I love women in elegant and sexy clothing such as lingerie, skimpy swimsuits, and elegant dresses and gowns. Open to multiple partners of any mix. Limits: bathroom activities and other extremes.

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Every year, the most popular family of the neighborhood throws a huge Christmas party. Last year they covered their house in fancy lights and patterns, the yard was hidden below fake snow and lawn ornaments. The food is always rich and unending: cheeses, meats, every holiday standard. They've been throwing these parties for years and the entire neighborhood is invited, everyone shows up, and as the evening progresses people without children start disappearing into the night, to the other party.

Two doors down is a house that's lightly decorated. Neighbors see the residents infrequently; they keep their cars in the garage and stay inside most of the time. They're the other "it" couple, but they’re much more discreet. They've got legitimate money but don't flash it around. Every year they attend the public party, mingle with their neighbors, and personally invite select people to their own event. Their holiday party is very private, and instead of meat trays they've got tables laden with bottles, shot glasses, and aphrodisiacs.

This year’s family friendly party started nice enough. I've lived in the community for five years, and attended the main event every year. Yet this year is different; my wife moved out and we're getting a divorce. Without any children or a date I feel a bit awkward arriving all by myself. I look around for any of my neighbors I’m comfortable with, my six feet height letting me see over the crowd. As the evening goes on my conversations become a little forced; single individuals are uncommon in this perfect example of middle class paradise. Everyone is moving around together, or at least within earshot of their partner. I’m not quite shunned, but I speak to fewer people, and more often find myself in a corner, looking around silently. But one thing is the same as the last two years: as the party settles down, a quiet gentleman approaches me and passes me an invitation to the other party.

After quickly making my escape I walk down to the other party. I enter the dimly lit main room and look around to see who else has been invited. There’s only a few people inside this early in the evening, including the very nice host couple. I say hi, thank them for the invitation, then pour myself a strong drink. I glance at the staircase to the upper level. It's a big house, and our hosts make it clear anything goes, any room is available. My wife and I always stayed together at these parties, but we'd noticed how often people disappeared, often with someone they didn't show up with, sometimes in larger groups. This year, now that I'm alone, I want to see who I might take upstairs.