About The Night My Husband Threw Me A 5-Woman Lesbian Gangbang For My Birthday

I was extraordinarily fortunate to get to live one of my fantasies recently, when to celebrate my birthday, my husband Flick and my girlfriend, Iris, threw me a women-only gangbang — a ladybang, as it has come to be known.

Hells yeah!

Iris and I asked various women we know to see who might be interested in such shenanigans and were able to gather a group of five adventurous souls who were down.

The delightful Raina even booked tickets to fly in for the event and we knew we had something great on our hands. All but one of the women were play partners. Dot, the gal I hadn’t known intimately before the event (but had been crushing on since I met her) is an artist, so I posed nude for her to draw beforehand so we could get to know each other better.

After figuring out logistics and timing via Doodle poll — as one does — Iris and Flick (aka The Committee To Get Kat Lady-Banged) conspired to pull everything together. They gathered harness and dildo information from everyone, ensured we had enough gloves, lube, condoms, and saran wrap to go around, and figured out intoxicants and snacks for the crowd. In honor of Ginger, they ensured we’d have the mandatory cheese plate.

Since I’m a control freak and couldn’t leave everything to them, I made a group on social media where we could discuss various aspects of the lesbian event, and it made the buildup to the evening so much more fun! 

The night was going to be primarily about the gangbang, but there was a certain assumption that if we had remaining energy, an orgy would commence once I was thoroughly sated. There was a ton of sexy flirting going on amidst discussions of consent, STI status and testing, limits, favorite positions and toys.

We knew we’d review these aspects again at the welcome circle the night of, but it was a great way to rev us up, as well as to get an idea of everyone’s wants, interests, and absolute non-starters before the event.

Interestingly, one of the women was instead intimidated and freaked out by the pre-discussion.  

During one of our lying-around-naked breaks in the party itself, she told us that in order to attend, she had to keep telling herself it was as if I’d just come up to her in a bar with 4 other women in tow and asked her to come home with us. Something we’d organized to make the majority of us feel more relaxed really pushed her buttons the wrong way, which was a good reminder that everyone's comfort level is different. We made sure to let her know we were thankful she was willing to make the mental shift in order to be there.

Finally the night was upon us. After a last minute dash to the mall for new lingerie (which I felt amazing in but would only wear for about 30 minutes), we were good to go.

I spent some quiet time breathing and getting my head on straight while I could hear Flick, Iris, Raina, and Wes downstairs getting things organized. They were doing all this for me and I couldn’t figure out how I could possibly deserve it. I felt so loved and supported as the small strains of conversation and laughter drifted up through the floorboards.

I headed down to the love den and grabbed a mimosa while I perused the space. It had been laid-out beautifully. I chuckled at the Liberator Throes covering every surface, the selection of harnesses displayed on the sideboard, and multiple dildos on the fireplace mantle. It was clear this was no ordinary girls’ night.

A knock sounded on the door, so we kicked the boys out to go do their thing, and within a few minutes everyone had arrived and we were chatting nervously but easily.

We lined up the dildos on the mantle and a table below, since we’d run out of room. It was a pretty impressive display, and we all oohed and ahhed over the selection and bragged about our favorite characteristics of our chosen toys. The harnesses received similar attention and acclaim before we settled into our welcome circle discussion.

We quickly reviewed the points we’d mentioned online, got a sense of everyone’s boundaries for that evening, and reminded everyone they could opt-out of anything at any time. We were ready to get our ladybang started!

Right after we took the mandatory "circle of dicks" selfie — and had a 6-dildo swordfight.

Iris grabbed me and kissed me deeply to kick things off, and soon four other bodies joined us — I could feel so many hands on my skin I didn’t know what belonged to whom. Mmmm ... 

My face was turned and soon I was kissing Raina, then Hot Mama, then Bex, then Dot. They undressed me and led me to the bed where Iris dove between my legs and the night of countless orgasms began (Raina estimated 15 but said she’d eventually lost track).

I got to celebrate multiple firsts that night — first gangbang, first all-women orgy, first scissoring, first double-ended dildo — as I soaked five of the seven Throes we had available. Everyone was so attuned to my needs that during anytime I spent recovering between orgasms, Iris handed me a container of coconut water to drink and rehydrate.

It was incredible to be amidst so many gorgeous women’s bodies of differing shapes and sizes.

I heard comments of what we each loved about one another’s bodies, countered with the comments most of us had about how we didn’t like this or that about our own, or hadn’t in our past but had learned to love now.

We took a break for snacks after I’d been officially gangbanged, as determined by International Gangbang Federation regulations (JK, that doesn't really exist).

Much giddy laughter and cheese consumption took place as we all stood there a little stunned and a lot wobble-kneed (though that second one may have just been me). Then we slowly drifted back into the adjoining rooms to pick up the toys we’d been eyeing and got down to orgy business — making sure everyone had at least one orgasm.

Riding Iris in the "fuck chair" (an antique chair I bought in Chicago last summer), I tried out an absolutely massive dildo. I have to confess — I may be becoming a bit of a size queen.

A bit later I tried out Raina’s favorite, the Eroscillator, which felt really great on my clit. If I’d been alone and able to focus better, I could have gotten off with it. As it was, joined by five other women on the bed, touching and talking to me, I eventually grabbed my cordless Magic Wand flopped onto my stomach and had the night’s final shuddering orgasm.

To summarize, here are some useful elements to include for a well-run ladybang:

• Doodle.com poll
• Secret Facebook Group
• More dongs than you can fit on a mantle
• Coconut water
• Cheeseplate
• Fuckchair

We subsided into a giant, soft, cuddle puddle and sighed contentedly.

Someone asked, "When can we do this again?," and we polled to find out the next person celebrating a birthday. Eventually reality kicked back in and we broke apart, regretfully, to send people home to partners and kids.

I’m sure the neighbors must have noticed all the women leaving looking dead-tired — but at least they were all wearing HUGE smiles.

Listen now: On Life on the Swingset: The Podcast, we’ve talked of group sex and orgies often, the logistics of sex and play parties, and mfm threesomes. It so happens that we know a frequent gangbang center of attention, and co-planning conspirator, so we discuss the many ins and outs of gang bangs tonight!