That pretty much sums up last night.
I’m sitting here hurting from head to toe, but it’s a good dull pain. Too many positions, too many holes used. Too much cake and wine, Why are swingers so very hedonistic?
I got there early after a stop at Magnolia bakery in Bloomingdales. Right, like who the hell am I? Last year I was like a paranoid child in that part of town, but many things can change in a year. When I got there the male dancer (his birthday) was coming in with the groceries. All the fixings for homemade paella, even live lobsters. His wife O, just out of the shower with baby in his favorite place, attached to a boob. Only 2 months old and you’d swear he was 6 months. Totally flirt. We were telling him how he was going to be tall dark and handsome when he grew up and he was all laughs and smiles.
We chatted and hung out for a couple of hours as the food cooked. The baby prevented any play early in the night, and that’s ok as we actually enjoy each other on a vanilla level too. We traded stories of how different it was to grow up here vs Russia and South America. Each of us come from very different upbringings.
When the other couple arrived, we sat down to eat. The table talk was all over the place. They just got home from a trip to Miami and the girl had her first BBC. She was pretty in a very Russian way. She had the cutest tits, B cup but her nipples were up pointing and tasted like sugar, very weird, but back to the story.
One thing I had forgotten was how different male swingers are from men in BDSM. I started to get a little icky feeling. I know it’s just me, I get like that whenver another man shows me any sexual attention that Sir doesn’t know, hell even some he does know. Outside to smoke a ciggerette so that the baby can calm down and go to sleep, the husband asks about my limits tonight. I tell him the same as her birthday and the other couple look so lost in this crypic conversation, so I explain. I tell them to cum I have to call and get permission, her face looked like shock and horror, then I say O is allowed to do just about anything she like to me. I tell them she is the only one every granted that permission by Sir. As far as the men, nothing past oral.
The guy looked like I popped his balloon, but the husband was fine with that and told him don’t worry the oral is worth more than fucking a hundred pussy’s. Thanks for the compliment. Back upstairs in seconds the clothes start coming off. The guy is rather taken with my clit. See this is where the next day I get paranoid. Sir and I have the rules, but….we never discussed the rules when it comes to men wanting to give me oral. I guess it never came up and honestly I’m not really a fan. I see it as a subby move and girls just do it better. O was fucking his partner as I was sucking both of their cocks. There is something very in powering about having more than one cock in your mouth. When all is said and done, I do enjoy group sex, I’m just very cautious about the “who” that is involved as many do not like to follow rules.
The male did at some point end up eating me out and it was…ugh. I didn’t let him know that, I’m not cruel. The girl was very knew to other woman and it showed. She fucked both the men and that allowed O and I the time to play. There’s something about her touch that can send me straight to subspace. She started to fuck me and I started to edge. The moment she added the vibrator to the strap on and grabbed the phone. As luck would have it I lost connection and when I called back I was the closest to braking the orgasm control rule as I had ever come, even closer than the time I was stuck under the two of them:)
I did hold one and had one of the most animistic orgasms to date. The fact that there were multiple hands on me touching added to it. I don’t know if maybe it’s the performer in me but the idea of being watched in that very base state of being makes my cunt drip. I think it helps that they also share that same appreciation of the visual and sensual aspect.
Now that everyone was more comfortable with each other, I broke out the toy bag. I showed O what I had forgotten on my last visit and her eyes lite up. The fire hose paddle. She perked up even more on the first tap when she heard the sound it makes and the heat that comes off my ass from even the lightest tap. She’s not a real harsh sadist, she very sensual, but likes the act of lite impact and the way my body melts into it.
With men I need to have it very hard and sometimes brutal. That’s not rue of a woman. I can reach the same heights with just very lite play as I do when I walk away with bruises that last weeks. I showed her that I brought the plus from her birthday and she showed everyone how well trained I was and how to insert it so that I was not hurt. There was some more play but by that time it was a blurr. We ended the night by all sitting on the floor naled, lite touched and kisses and cake and wine. It was something that reminded me of what the end of a roman orgy would have been.
The couple as luck would have it lives in bklyn and gave me a ride home. If not I probably would have left before any play began. I took their number, but I’m still not comfortable with the amount of attention the male showed me, so I may send the obligatory thank you for the ride, but I think it will end there unless they are back for another birthday party. Shhh I don’t even remember there names. Oh and a funny …the girl kept mentioning a friend that had a name of someone that I currently can’t stand, Fetgirl. I visibly cringed every time she said it!
I was also told that they will plan something for my birthday, since I have made their’s very special this past year.
Back home, way too late. Talking with Sir. It’s funny how I need to hear his voice to be ok with my more whoreish actions. After water and a crappy verbal recap of parts of the night, I got a nap and now I’m back up and working, working from home, smelling like sex. Thanks Sir, left to my own, last night would have been a much different kind of party.