So the first ecstasy party was a flop. Nobody enjoyed the experience, yet everyone was willing to come back and try again. This time we decided to invite another couple and one couple asked to bring a couple as well. The couple that we invited, were planning to take the ecstasy with us. The other couple, for some reason, was not included in this plan and were not told we would all be high.
Again, all of the couples were instructed to arrive promptly so we could take it at the same time. We again followed the advice about what and when to eat prior to taking the pill.
Our friend unfolded his napkin and cut the pink hearts into pieces. After my first experience, I asked for a smaller piece hoping the effect would be lessened.
One couple was running late so we decided not to wait for them. All of the other couples who had planned to take it were at our house, the one who did not know about it had not yet arrived.
We each took our portion and went outside to wait for the others to arrive. The couple who was planning to take it, arrived about an hour later, a short time after it had started to hit us all. They were met in the kitchen by the man with the pills and they each took a half.
The woman went outside to greet me and when she discovered I was not outside, it didn’t take her long to find me. There I was, standing by the restroom door, staring up at the light. Lying on the floor next to me was my friend who was looking for the draft from under the door. She thought it was hilarious but my friend and I agreed that we already regretted the decision to do this again.
We all went outside and a short time later I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it and was greeted by the couple that had been invited by my friend. They held up a bag and followed me into the kitchen. The man reached in and pulled out a shrimp platter and a bag of uncooked rice. He started asking me where he could find different utensils in the kitchen. I was so high at this point that I couldn’t cope so I turned around and walked away. Luckily, one woman (Snow White), did not take ecstasy this time and stepped in to help him.
Reflecting back on this moment the next day, I conceded that I was not getting the hostess of the year award. I literally turned my back on one friend in the hot tub at the first party and this time I walked away while this guest was asking for something. Ecstasy does not make me friendly or warm…
The party once again found its way into the hot tub. (Yes, we have since learned that dancing and staying active would have yielded a different result.) The friend who had arrived later started to feel the effects and was lying across everyone while we sat in the hot tub. Not for a sexual reason but simply because she thought there was plenty of room (which, as you can see from the picture, is not entirely accurate).
The mood was relaxed, everyone was naked and thankfully, Snow White was not high, but rather nursing a drink. The woman who took ecstasy but did not attend the first party started to get frisky. She was asking to suck everyone’s toes and was moving from lap to lap giving everyone a kiss. For me, the effect was the same and as soon as she started bugging me to let her suck my toes I had to leave for the restroom.
Somehow getting sick seems to make the effect of the ecstasy easier for me to handle. Even though I took a smaller piece, it was still way too intense. Just like the first time, this took the edge off and I felt ok.
As I passed the family room on my way back outside, Snow White and the new man (who also did not take anything) were getting busy on the sofa. Finally, there were people playing at our swinger party!
Outside, I noticed this man’s wife was sitting quietly with Snow White’s husband away from the group. I could smell that they were smoking weed while deep in conversation.
I slipped back into the hot tub, drink in hand, to catch up with what had been happening. Everyone was still chatting but they were getting warmer and there was some kissing and touching between couples. Soon the friend who thought our hot tub had ample room to lie across and her husband left for inside. With more room for everyone, we tried once again to see how well ecstasy works for playtime.
Unfortunately, the answer is it did not work at all. Now there were 5 men and it did not work for any of them. The newcomer was shocked and said this was not typical for him at all. We all laughed because we had heard this before.
Eventually, we gave up the dream of sex and moved the party across the porch for some birthday cake. It was a large sheet cake with a naked 3-D woman with very large breasts. We sang happy birthday and everyone gathered around to eat some cake. The woman who had been smoking pot leaned over the cake and took an entire buttercream boob into her mouth. Seeing this made me feel nauseous all over again and I went into the house to cool off and see some light (has a very calming effect for some reason).
On my way back outside, I was passing through our sliding glass doors. When one side is open, the other side is housing that piece of glass so it is closed. As I walked over the threshold I noticed the girl who was smoking pot walking into the house on the other side of the door. Before I could react, she walked face-first into the glass. She literally fell backward and I could see the blood on her face as she fell. It was so shocking and as I looked behind her, everyone was gasping and laughing simultaneously. It was not funny but don’t forget we were all wasted!
Thankfully she was ok.
The rest of the night passed without any more problems (thankfully).
My take away from these two parties is the danger we put ourselves in when taking drugs. During both parties, we had to deal with either illness or injury. Luckily neither was serious enough to require outside help but I’m not sure we were capable of making good decisions either time. What if our children had called and needed our assistance? Neither of us was in any condition to help.
Neither of us regrets our decision to try ecstasy but neither of us has any interest in taking it again. Alcohol is at least predictable and controllable as long as we drink in moderation.
As Monogamish Marriage said in her reply to our story, “Wow! This is an ecstasy-driven comedy of errors! Hilarious to read now, but probably not so funny at the time.” That sums it up!
If you did not read part 1 you can find it here: https://www.swingersjewelry.net/ecstasy/
To read Monogamish Marriages’ experience with MDMA, click here: https://themonogamishmarriage.com/2020/03/09/sex-on-mdma/
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