Okay, Warning now. STOP!! Do NOT read this if you have illusions of who I am and you don’t want them shattered. Eithne, this means you! Oh, and this is a long-ass blog, be prepared for that!
Last weekend I had a truly unusual experience. One of my FWB’s found a swinger party on AFF in someone’s home and asked if I wanted to go. He actually left me with the impression he’d been invited to a private party and he knew the people. He did know the couple throwing the party through emails but never actually met them.
I found that out in the car! And found out he’d never really been to a swinger party either. Two newbies! But on we went to try this new adventure.
Oh and it was truly an adventure. As usual I learned an interesting bit about myself that I felt the need to share. Beyond the fun experience of doing it.
So… ready for details? Okay, then let’s set the scene. Huge house with a jacuzzi in the back yard. Three bedrooms upstairs with king size beds in each. Potluck in the kitchen and a sheet of rules on the entry closet door when you first walked into the house.
The rules were pretty basic. You can shut the door of a bedroom but be considerate of the time, others are waiting. No drinks up stairs, clean up the room when you’re done. Squirters, put down a towel. Things like that.
Everyone was very friendly and introduced themselves if you stood still enough. We got drinks and walked about. Sat here and there with others and talked or watched the porn movie playing on the big screen. It was like being at a cocktail party… where you knew no one! And where several of the women were in corsets!
Turns out that this couple has thrown several of these parties in the past three years and most of the people there had attended them. Although as the evening progressed a lot of new people arrived. And a lot of single black men.
Eventually were were approached by a couple and asked if we wanted to go with them upstairs. So we did. Found an empty bedroom and got naked. We started with oral sex on our partners and then switched partners.
Now, when I begin sex my brain isn’t thinking a whole lot. It’s just enjoying the moment and the sensations from my body. So I’m NOT being plagued with thoughts like “Is he/she judging my body” or “Am I doing this right?” or “I care so much for this man.” Those thoughts are never there. It’s primal and basic and all about giving and getting pleasure. And it’s probably why I have no problem doing what I did over the weekend.
At one point of this 69 fest (and I didn’t really get any chance to “play” with the wife of this couple) the husband moves me to the edge of the bed near the door to go down on me. And low and behold there is a man standing there! A glance further and there are other shapes in the hallway and the room.
See, I’d discarded my glasses and someone had thrown a shirt over the small table lamp so there was very little light in the room. I’ll never be able to recognize ANY man from that encounter, with the exception of my date and the husband of the couple we started with. Without my glasses, I can recognize they are men and maybe if they are black or not.
The groin standing before me (and I’m on my back looking upside down!) was in dress pants and definitely not a black man. My basic brain is telling me, “Oooo New Toy!” So I encourage him to take his tool out of his pants. He is quickly in my mouth and the first thing I notice is a delicious smell. It’s unexpected to find the smell of great cologne down there, but I liked it!
And I liked him. His marvelous fingers did wonders on getting me to squirt. I took him out of my mouth long enough to call for a towel! He had a wonderful technique. Using words to encourage me and NOT pressing his hard cock into my mouth. He was all about me and my pleasure, just enjoying that with the added bonus of my lips around him.
I think he did get me to squirt, which isn’t easy as its a specific technique and I don’t squirt much. But then he went down on me and I was truly in heaven! And I learned a little bit more about this mystery man. He had facial hair.
Now most who know me (or have read the blog) know that I love facial hair on a man. NOT a heavy beard mind you! But I like the look of a trim mustache and goatee or a bit of beard or five-o’clock shadow. I like to touch a man’s face and feel that rough texture. And last Saturday I got an idea of just what the perfect goatee can do for me from a man who’s doing me 69. Oh my, the way those hairs tormented my clit was just exquisite.
I was overwhelmed with the desire to have sex with this man, to feel him inside me. He took me to such a brink I had to pull away from his lovely tool to cry out my orgasms. That action moved him further up my body to get to new areas that had me moaning more. And with my mouth free another opportunist tried to see if he could manage to slide his cock in my mouth.
Sadly the logistics were completely off. As was I, almost off the bed! And STILL my hair was, once again, caught underneath me. I swear I’m going to cut it! I giggled when the new “tool” realized he just couldn’t get himself in my mouth. My sexy, skilled man realized I was half off the bed, apologized profusely and lifted me back on the bed. Where he began to kiss me. Not surprising, he was a wonderful kisser.
And then hands moved me over and the wife of the original couple whispered in my ear, “You’re going to like this.” I looked behind me long enough to verify a condom was on what I was supposed to like and realized this wasn’t my skilled 69’r but a young and deliciousness looking black man.
I smiled to myself at her comment and didn’t say anything. As much as I was the same age as these women and had arrived dressed more conservatively than any other woman, I wasn’t like these wives in so many ways. One, I wasn’t THAT plump. (I just glowed at hearing someone comment that I had a nice ass. Really, can life get any better than getting a compliment on your ass in an orgy!) Two, I’ve had and can have any time, access to exceptionally endowed men, not all of them black. And Three, I’m not “new” to being wild. Just new to doing it at a party with an audience and group participation!
And as usual with a man of a certain size, he was too long. Well, too long for the position he was in! So I stopped him when he hit the end and told him, “short girl, short torso. You can’t do me in this position.” So they flipped me over and tried again. It was better but after a bit I noticed something. As nicely endowed as he was, he was just F*&king me. Like I was a task. As if he and all the other black men there were just there to service the females.
Don’t get me wrong, my body enjoyed his. And I was still getting to play with other cocks in my mouth. I recognized the husband of the original couple when he was before me and I briefly got my skilled one again. And then, there was the delicious tool of my date, who can easily hold his own in a roomful of black men, size-wise.
I asked him how close he was to orgasm and he replied, “as close as you need me to be.” So he condomed up and gave it to me the way I wanted. Hard and fast. Something a man too long cannot do. And once he came, my body gave a delicious sigh and announced it was done. I had to waive away the men that moved towards me once my dated moved away. I barely had the energy to roll off the bed.
Looking around the couple was gone. There was a new girl on the bed being screwed by a black man and the only other men anywhere in the room, other than my very white date, were black. No sign of my skilled one. We dressed and left the room. I was dying of thirst! After downing a bottle of water and a glass of Sunny D we got the number of the couple, thanked the host and left. I had no idea if any of the men I passed was my Skilled One.
So… what I learned. I learned there is a distinct difference when the sex is about the people and not just about the sex. The black men where there to perform. To satisfy these wives in a way they weren’t getting at home, supposedly. I didn’t see any of them go down on the women orally. But when I was in the hands of the Skilled One, it was about me. With him I could feel his desire was personal, real and less, “Oh look, another hole.”
And I learned how I would do it differently next time (Oh and there will be a next time!) Next time, I’ll take my date, one or two men I find interesting and a couple and all go upstairs at once. And I’ll start with the woman instead of my date!
But I’m just a little haunted by my encounter with Mr. Skilled. I wanted to know that man. I want to screw him again and this time GET to screw him. But I don’t know his name or even really what he looks like beyond the brief physical impressions he left on me.
I’m imagining the CraigsList Missed Connections ad. “You were the man who got me to squirt at Cami’s Party [Riverside], I was the woman who couldn’t see you without her glasses. You didn’t finish the desire you started in my body, but left that to another. I don’t know your relationship status but mine is single. If you’re available, I want more of you.”
I’d post it, but can you imagine the replies I might get! Scary!
Maybe I’ll just email Cami.
