Saturday night’s sex party: unexpected directions (pics included) [f][m][group]

At Saturday night’s sex party, logistical challenges mean things start late, which is not the world’s sexiest first sentence but it is true and explains a little of what’s to follow. Guests begin arriving at 8, and for a long time only our friend Yvette is truly in the party mood: [she wears a diaphanous black “dress” that shows her nipples and bright red g-string](http://i.imgur.com/bGfWdLp.jpg).

This is a fantastic outfit for answering the door, promising as it does danger and pleasure; eventually I lose my shirt to join her in solidarity. I get less attention. This seems fair. As guests arrive and mingle I play host. As often happens, many of the guests know few others. I introduce many of the guests to C; [both women and men continually undress C to see her lingerie](http://i.imgur.com/YG0YNzE.jpg) and fondle her tits. The attention builds C’s desire, but she doesn’t like to be first, and our usual friend Zena is missing. I shoot a few (consensual) photos. You can see some of the fruits of those photos here. Others will never leave my hard drive. The low natural light makes me wish for a more substantial camera, but I still love the shots.

After an hour or two almost everyone is there, yet James keeps waiting for a couple of extra guests, and by the time we roll out the *party* party momentum has been lost. Eventually they arrive or we stop waiting or whatever else happens (I don’t remember the sequence) and things get rolling. Our friend Leah is there and during the mingle we’ve been flirting. The flirting intensifies. After the intro, I strip Leah’s little black dress off her. C loses her dress. Other women lose theirs. But people are still mingling and not . . . you know. I alternate kissing C and kissing Leah, touching the one and then the other. C seems wrapped up in her conversation, so eventually Leah and I begin kissing first casually and then with building passion.

You may know that building feeling. At first the connection is light and fun. Then it intensifies. Soon nothing else exists. As the passion builds the rest of the world goes away. I run my hands along her body and especially her ass. She’s enclosed in a purple thong body suit that yields easy access to her breasts and nipples. The easy access is an invitation I’m happy to accept. Leah likes it. She likes the hands running over her body. She is short and returns many of the favors, kissing my neck and running her hands along me. The touch is turning into rubbing. With one hand holding her firmly by the neck, I let my other run down her front and start playing with her. She responds by moaning and I can’t hear or see the rest of the world anymore. Positions keep changing. She is flexible and fun and gorgeous.

We are the first of the party. As we come to, we find another couple next to us, who are still going. Despite our lead, most party goers are chatting and flirting and doing whatever, I think, as we reluctantly recover our senses. I like performing, as regular readers can no doubt intuit, and being first is a turn on. While Leah and I recover everyone else seems to take to the party. Leah and I go upstairs to hang out outside for a while and drink water while we recover.

Eventually I go back downstairs. Most of the party has commenced. The mattresses are a writhing mass of gorgeous humanity. C is still upright and I grab her and fix that for her. I kiss her neck, cuff her neck and wrists, and restrain her as I begin playing with her body. Soon she is straining for the release I won’t give her until she is becoming frustrated with the delay. Then I begin going down on her, using a new strategy I’ve only recently developed: I lay at about ninety degrees from pussy and caress her clit with my tongue in a way that’s almost horizontal from her perspective. Typically a guy or another girl is in line with the woman’s body. In this case the rotation gives a great new twist. Try it on your lover.

Soon she comes. Somehow I am ready for sex again and for a long time we fuck. I aim her to watch another two couples next to us. Yvette is there. So is her new boyfriend who has never been to a party before but is built like a wrestler and seems like he might be a party lifer. They’ve swapped with another couple who some of you from Reddit may recognize, as they post homemade smut as well. Watch this space: one day maybe you will find all four of us together. I put C in doggystyle and hold her up by the hair, making her watching the couples fucking next to us. I release her wrists so she can use her vibrator on her. The combination of watching and vibrator turns her on and after a long time she comes again. I come again. At that I feel as spent as I ever have.

C and I lie with each other and watch the rest of the action. I don’t really know what happens. Eventually Yvette’s foursome is done. Eventually I get another glass of wine. Do hours pass? Minutes? I don’t know. Eventually the other couples begin winding down too. A few people seem to have left during all the sex. Eventually I check the time: where have all those hours go? I can write about who did what to who but not the incredible moment-by-moment sensation.

As couples finish I think forward to food. There is a reason why [food companies may be well-advised to advertise on porn sites](https://blog.eat24.com/how-to-advertise-on-a-porn-website/). But there are numerous solo cups, bottles of things, wrappers of things, and toys of things strewn about. I start cleaning in the hopes that the fucking stragglers (if you take my meaning) finish up. They do, and James starts helping with the cleaning, as do others. Everyone at the party is a friend or friend-of-a-friend, which helps encourage the cleanup process. There are advantages to hosting in hotels, but there is no chance of being kicked out of the venue in the middle of the orgy when the venue is your own.

As we clean the room transforms from debauched playpen to common space. I find a final little black thong and hold it up like a trophy, asking that the owner present herself. A woman raises her hand and smiles impishly when she claims it; she wears her dress again and, obviously, no underwear. She says that it is two-dollar thong from Amazon that she chose it specifically so that she could lose it if necessary. Wise, because tiny black garments are easily lost in the dark and sometimes even the light. She gets this one back. I want to reach a hand under her dress but it’s closing time and seeking one more drink when the bartender wants to go home can be unseemly.

Soon much is done but C is gone from the main space. I make arrangements to share a car home. Before we can go home, though, I need C. Where is she? Upstairs, I think.

Let me backtrack slightly. There is this fellow who looks like he’s from the cast of the not-very-good TV show *Vikings*. It’s not very good but some women like the loads of very fit Irish actors running about sans shirts. We’ll call our friend Ragnar, after the show’s second-most-important character (Floki being the real protagonist).

Ragnar has been busy on the high seas all night; I’d been next to him and some girl while I was with Leah. Now for whatever reason C thinks she needs to be his sea-wife. Which is fine, but I want to go home and collapse.

So C is off getting raided by Ragnar Lothbrok and I am impatiently waiting to order the Uber. Almost everyone else has left and everything has been cleaned up. The mattresses, St. Andrew’s Crosses, flogging bench, and Sybian machine have all been put away like treasure acquired from Britain. And yet C decides that her monastery must be plundered at that exact moment.

While the rape and pillage go on upstairs, I sit downstairs with my friend Fiona. James is finishing up as well. Fiona is going the same direction we are, so she is waiting. She’d had a bit of a challenge during a rope scene, so she’d been sitting out most of the evening. When I learn about the re-enactment of viking raider and “innocent” peasant girl, I relay this to Fiona, who seems oddly unperturbed. Maybe she is a vampire? I want to go to sleep but she seems fresh.

So Fiona and I wait for this thing upstairs to be done. I’d not seen much of her as I was occupied by other matters (at a sex party no one is looking at you much if you are not partaking in the obvious), and she had had her rope issue. We’re sitting together and she seems like a fun person; I later learned that she has a kinky Tinder profile that says, “I’m the kind of girl who wants you to open the door for me and pull out my chair for me and then tie me to the chair.” Needless to say I would swipe right if I were the sort of person who used Tinder.

We begin kissing. Why not? She is beautiful and pretty much everyone likes to be kissed. The kissing becomes intense and passionate. James wanders over and we both kiss her. Soon she is sitting on my lap while James stands in front of us. We kiss both sides of her neck. I pull her substantial tits out of her dress and fondle them. Soon her chest is heaving and her body is shaking from the attention. James and I strip the dress. I alas have zero fucks left in me. None. And I want to fall asleep, which is very unusual when there is also a squirming hot naked girl on top of me. James has been vigorously fucking all night too, yet somehow he says he think he can rise to the occasion again.

I amuse Fiona while he preps. Sure enough he *does* rise to the occasion. Amazing. He puts on a condom and starts fucking Fiona, who is still sitting on top of me. She clearly likes having a guy on either side of her. But the position is a bit awkward for them and I eventually scoot out from under her. James and her keep fucking, though he has to hold himself up carefully. In lieu of fucking I wrap a hand around her neck and squeeze. This turns her on further. She’s getting close to climaxing and asks James if she can. He says no. She gives a cute little squeal of frustration and begs to be allowed to come. James repeatedly says no. I grab her nipple and begin to squeeze and tell her that she will be told when she is allowed to come. This isn’t the game I’d expected to be playing but it is a fun and familiar one.

Right as I instruct her, though, James tells her that she may now come.

She does. James does. They collapse. I release Fiona’s neck. She thanks me for the choking. I ask for a raincheck for sex. She gladly grants it and inquires about my facility with rope. I’m not an expert but I’m happy to learn more. My facility with forcibly holding down women (who want to be forcibly held down) and fucking them (if they want to be fucked) is certainly high.

C is still not done but within a few minutes she is. We all get cleaned and washed up. Ragnar and James leave. Fiona, C, and I get in a cab and go get some food. The Uber driver hears many interesting things, I’m sure, though we try not to be overly crude or direct. Eventually we apologise to him. He says he doesn’t mind and is enjoying the chat.

**Sunday morning I wake up** with epic morning wood and zero desire to do anything interesting with it, despite the busty nude woman next to me. C also stirs early and says that she is sore from last night’s exertions and will likely be out of commission for a day or so. This is not a problem, at least until I ask if she will be [walking side to side](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXiSVQZLje8) and she hits me. Later, we get coffee.

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3 comments on “Saturday night’s sex party: unexpected directions (pics included) [f][m][group]

  1. I’m gonna need more of that girl getting zipped out of her dress, her body looks insane.

  2. Letters as names don’t work. It’s very difficult to read. Please invent a name in place of the letter. Cindy. Cecelia. Connie. Carol. Something other than C.

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