Falling in love, at an orgy

“Hello” said a gruff voice at the other end.

“Hey, I’m Robert and looking for an invite to the party tonight”, I said quickly. Was I hoping that he’d deny me today? Why was I nervous?

“Hey Robert, I’m Dan. I’ve got a few questions before I can confirm, How old are you?” I heard.

“Umm …. 35”

“And, you know there’s a cover charge for this party, right?”

“Yeah, sure”, I replied.

“And, you know there’s gonna be nudity and stuff. You’re ok with that?”, he pressed on.

Wasn’t I? This was not my first swinger party; I’ve been to a few before, so why was I hesitating?

“Hello …. ???” he said over the phone.

“Yes, I’m good with everything”, I tried to seal the deal.

“Alright, I’ll text you the address in a few. Party starts at 8, and doors close at 10”. He hung up the phone.

‘That wasn’t too bad, I’m in’ I thought to myself. ‘Why, then, did I have this feeling unease about everything?’ I was asking myself.

To be honest, it wasn’t just about the swinger party. It was all the other things in life. At 35, I had a career to take care of. At 35, I had to ensure that my kid was taken care of. At 35, I was divorced from my wife of 10 years. There was a lot that had happened in the last year. And, I could not take another risk. Or could I?

The marriage was a mistake. Jenna and I never did get along. Calling us chalk and cheese was understating the differences. Jenna was outgoing, I am an introvert. Jenna was assertive and confident, I was shy and embarrassed to be in the highlight. Jenna was demanding, I could only made the best of what he got. And so, when Jenna suggested marriage, I visualized having the best of both worlds. After all, opposites attract, don’t they?

But, with nothing in common, this was always a doomed marriage. And, the differences were highlighted in bed. It’s almost like we switched roles in the bedroom. While I wanted to experiment, Jenna preferred the tried and tested. When we decided the have a baby, it was a last ditch effort to save the marriage. Unfortunately, it only delayed the inevitable by two years.

These were some of the things I was thinking about on the drive over. And, wondering how I’d react if my boss were to show up at the party; especially since she’s a woman. I chuckled to myself imagining Emma at a swingers bash. But then I stopped grinning, what if?

Then, there were all these rational fears, what if the cops barge in? What if the bouncer decides to deny entry, or worse, throw me out? What if nobody picks me tonight? I’m not pessimistic, I’m a realist. What would a woman care for a slightly over the top, 35 year old guy? But, I forged ahead, ignoring the risks and the dangers. Because, I enjoyed this.

Pansexual, that’s how I explain myself. I see sexuality in every situation. To me, sex is not restricted to a husband and wife, let alone a man and a woman. If a man loves another man, I’ll be happy in their togetherness, and secretly wonder what they do in bed. How beautiful it would be to see them sucking each other. What does the guy at the bottom feel, when his top is thrusting into him?. I’d drive past Lover’s Point slowly, voyeuristically hoping to see something I’m not supposed to see, heavy petting, maybe a little skin, a bra thrown away, or some real sex. And the stories of Oedipus and Lolita are embedded into my mind, having read them on multiple occasions. I do see sexuality in every situation. And, I enjoyed being a pansexual.

Driving up the hill to the hotel, I decided that I’d stop analyzing and start enjoying the day. If no one picks me, I get to play voyeur, how about that? I parked and took the stair to the second floor, where I saw a tanned man waiting outside room number 212.

“Dan?” I asked, cautiously.

“And you are?” was the response, as he flicked away the ashes from his cigarette.

“Robert”, I said, wondering why I’d given my real name. Then, it struck me, there are probably a million Roberts; it does not matter.

“Hey Robert, you got the cash on you?” He let me in as soon as I handed over the money, wishing me good luck.

The party had started without me, obviously. It was nearly 10, and the crowd was all in the bedroom; this was a suite. The living room had some seating area, a brown leatherette sofa, and a lounger. A big screen TV was playing a porn movie, on mute. Behind the couch, was a kitchenette with some water, soda and starters. Still nervous, I made my way to the kitchenette and started scanning the room.

A couple was sitting on the sofa, seemingly in deep conversation. They looked comfortable with each other, his hand on her knee, just touching lightly. Her voice was soft; I couldn’t make out the words but just about hear her lilting voice. He nodded, as she gestured. Probably talking about her day at work. Could they be married? Or, very close friends?

The lounger was a more interesting sight. A beautiful woman, with pale white skin, in a prone position, wearing a classy red dress. Being kissed, roughly, by a bald black man. He had his hands all over her. As he ravaged her mouth, I saw one hand pulling down the shoulder straps, pushing the dress down, exposing her beautiful cleavage. His other hand was busy up her dress, making his way to her crotch. She had her eyes closed, one hand on his bald pate, pulling him toward her, the other hand supporting herself. “She’s ready”, I thought to myself, “ready to be fucked”.

A sudden movement behind her caught my attention. A man in a bespoke suit, drink in hand, was moving closer to the couple. He was almost upon them, his eyes gleaming. As he bent down, it looked like he was saying something. The couple stopped kissing, and the black man looked up, nodding. Blowing a kiss to the suited man, the woman grabbed the black man’s bald head and pulled him to her lips. Lust, pure lust. The man in the suit smirked, and walked towards the kitchenette.

I looked away as he came towards me. Putting his drink down on the counter, he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soda. He suddenly noticed me, and looked into my eyes. “You’re new here”, he said.

“Umm, yes. I’m Rob”, I said.

“Rob, welcome to the best swingers party in town. I’m Bruce”; he had an authoritative voice.

“And there, is my beautiful wife Sheena” he said proudly, pointing to the woman under the black man.

Sheena and the black man had made considerable progress in the couple of minutes I’d looked away. He was suddenly shirtless, and sucking Sheena’s beautiful breasts. Sheena’s eyes were still closed, her lips apart, like she was breathing heavily. Her hand was at his crotch, grasping and grabbing.

I turned back to Bruce, and saw him looking on appreciatively. He turned to me and said, “Isn’t she beautiful?”. My voice caught in my throat, as I nodded. I was turned on, she was beautiful indeed. “Maybe you can ask her when she’s done there”, he said; “but, I’m not sure she’ll be interested in you” Bruce said in a flat tone. My ego, as small as it was, deflated further.

I turned to pick up a bottle of water, when I heard a soft wailing sound seemingly afar. I looked in the direction it came from, and found myself staring at a door to a semi-lit room. The soft wailing picked up pitch, but seemed muffled. I was drawn, and instinctively started walking towards the room.

It was dark, and I didn’t see much. All I saw was a woman on the bed, on all fours. With a cock in her mouth, another man kneeling behind her, licking away. As I walked closer, I heard the wailing sound get louder and louder. She was moaning around the cock, and pushing her pussy aggressively on the man behind her. I saw her hands gripping the sheets, her breasts taut and nipples erect, her back arched. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and I had a ringside view.

As I looked on, I felt an erection coming on. Without a thought, I unzipped myself, pulled down my briefs and brought my cock out in the open. “This is like porn, but real”, I said to myself, caressing myself softly.

I stroked myself to hardness. I’m not very big, mind you, but I am very thick, and not circumcised. It looks a little strange on my average sized body, my first lover had remarked. Even so, I was proud of my cock, in a strange way.

The woman on the bed moaned louder. The man behind her continued to nuzzle her, and now had two fingers in her pussy, thumb on her clit. He thrusted vigorously, giving her a complete work over. She was peaking, losing her grip on the cock in the mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes” her moans turned into words. “Harder” she nearly screamed. And, suddenly she stopped, like the wind was knocked out of her. As she was slowing coming down, she turned and looked at me; and smiled. She looked beautiful; happy, sated and beautiful.

The orgasm didn’t slow her down. If anything, she seemed to want more. Her mouth was back on the cock in front of her, sucking the tip in. The man behind her was putting on a condom, ready to mount this gorgeous woman. She looked at me again, and gestured with her eyes. I stepped closer to the bed. Lifting her hand off the bed, she held my cock in her warm hand.

I groaned; nobody had held me in a long long time. Her touch was tender and loving. She curled her fingers around the shaft and tugged gently, pulling me closer still. I leaned forward, my knees touching the bed, as I gave in to her. Slowly, she started caressing me. Her hand was magical. Her grip was perfect, neither tight nor loose, as she began moving her palm forward and backward. No one made a sound, but the room was filled with wet splotches and dull thuds. I was in an orgy.

I reached down and touched her back. Her skin was flawless, tight and smooth. Gently, I worked my fingers around her back. Just the fingers, just the tips, touching her. My fingers were on autopilot. On her shoulders, then moving gently to the upper back, off to the edge, down to the small dimples on her lower back, then up again. I could sense that she was enjoying this soft play. Just the tip of my finger.

She released my cock, and nudged me to her head. Working my way around the corner of the bed, I stood next to the man she’d been sucking. She had stopped, I’m not sure when. Twisting her neck, she said something to the man fucking her. She had him lie down on his back, his legs dangling off the bed, as she stepped over him, and sat down on his cock, backwards. And then, she grabbed both the cocks in front of her and started jacking us off.

I was hard, harder than I’d ever been. I finally had a good look at her face; to say that she looked like an angel would be an understatement. Medium length dirty blond hair, broad forehead, pixie like nose and beautiful pouting lips. But, her eyes were the best feature, naughty and innocent at the same time. As I looked at her, she suddenly winked at me. And put her head down taking my cock into that wonderful mouth.

She started with just the tip, nibbling on it with her lips. Then sticking her tongue out to lick the head, and then taking the tip of my cock into her mouth. I must’ve groaned, because she looked up with a slight smile on her lips. The sight was unbelievable.

She drew me into her, inch by inch, till I hit the back of her mouth. I backed off slowly, till just the tip was in her, and then pushed again. Rocking gently, as she worked her magical mouth on me. My cock was wet and her lips were wrapped tight around my shaft.

Releasing me from her mouth, she wrapped her palm around my penis again. I was suddenly in the open, and my wet cock was cold. She pulled the other guy into her mouth, jacking me off at the same time. And so it went, cock in her pussy, cock in her mouth, and cock in her hand. Frequently she swapped between me and the other man. We all wanted her, we all got her.

A few minutes in, and she started moaning again. And then, she did something unbelievable. She pulled both the cocks towards her mouth. I was suddenly hip to hip with this other man, and here was this woman trying to get both cocks into her mouth at the same time! Unexpected as this was, I got a thrill out of it. We were only able to get the heads in, and she was slobbering all over us. Her moans grew louder as she was doing this, and she was thrusting aggressively on the cock inside her. She was cumming again.

Mewling softly, she ejected both of us from her mouth. My partner in crime had probably been going on for a long time. He pushed his cock back into her mouth, and came, groaning loudly. The man under her was next, less than a minute later. As he tried to extract himself, she released my cock to get up, and promptly plopped down on the bed, face down. I hadn’t cum, but thought that the scene was over as the two men started getting dressed and exited from the room. She was still lying face down. I zipped up and made to exit as well.

“Where are you going?” she said. “You haven’t cum yet.”

I turned to find her with a confused look on her face. I walked back slowly, not sure what I would say to her.

“You’re beautiful” I blurted.

She smiled. “Come here” she responded.

I sat on the bed, next to her prone body. On autopilot again, my hands gravitated to her back, and I moved my hands to her shoulders. Her muscles were tensed, maybe tired. With soft hands, I was giving her a rub down. Squeezing her shoulder muscles gently. Then to the upper back with an open palm. Pinching her elegant spine with my thumbs pressed together. Moving to the lower back with a swiss massage. I gradually moved to her beautiful bottom. Lifting them up with a smooth action, and then pressing down to release the tension. And, then I kissed her bottom.

“Do you want to turn around?” I asked her softly.

Without a word, she flipped over to her back. I finally saw all of her; her beautiful breasts with erect pink nipples, her flat stomach with an innie, the spread legs and the beautiful pussy glowing like a flower. I saw all of it.

“Why are you still dressed?” I suddenly heard her say. Pushing herself up on one elbow, she grabbed my shirt and started tugging it out of my pants. She unbuttoned the top two buttons, and then, impatiently, lifted my shirt over my head. “Get going! I want to see all of you!” she urged, unbuckling my belt. I finally decided to help her, and pulled my jeans off. “Ooh, tighty whities” she exclaimed playfully, and tugged my underwear off. I was finally naked.

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