Showered with gifts

Well, I've done away now with Kenneth, and onto Joyce's one and only play. Exiles is about the characters in the drama going beyond "accepted moralities and to where they have to make choices for themselves", it is the usual jargon of ideals I love reading in regards to my own fruitless attempts at similar principles of discovery. As for my previously posted quandaries, I am no closer to resolution, more so bound even tighter to my internal traffic trying to get around the same round-about. I shall leave those aside as they only reduce me to further brow knitting, and soon I will probably have a full forehead of scarf in no smaller quantity then the dear Tom Baker in his fourth regeneration as the Doctor.

A couple of nights ago, Friday night to be exact, Sabine and I made our way to an Open Night at a Swinger's Party. We had never been to an Open Night before, and I guess we did imagine it to be like some of the more unbalanced Swinger's events where the amount of single men gave some cause for alarm in respect to the scene actually being predominately a couple orientated invention. The Open Night at this particular party however we thought might be slightly different because its Openness was marketed at bi, gay, cross-dressing etc friendly folk. So one might assume the crowd over-all would be more eclectic yet with the same cluster of couples interested in something a little more broad.

Not so.

We arrived, paid less then a usual Couple's Night and sat down to drink wine, smoke cigarettes and survey the scene. Just one other couple was present at that time, the rest were all men, apart from some cross-dressers, who were, well, still men. We took our wines to the dance room and huddled in a corner. As we were vigorously critiquing the crowd, one guy with his army grade hair cut, short sided and spiked on top, beer in hand, came across to us and over-introduced himself. His stripy shirt and jeans selling himself out of personality even before he attempted to mark some territory with what was to follow a conversation that would befit better the 'Smoko' corner of a large plastic manufacturing factory. He blathered some bonding talk with Swinger Party references, one party of which I tried to tell him got shut down for laundering money and would hire sex workers to give an illusion of having female clientele, "Oh no, there were always lots of couples there", he huffed, and I knew I was battling with his delusions and if he truly believed that then I guess here was a prime example of that particular Club succeeding in its ploy and its raking in of the single male dollar.

I could see Sabine was struggling when he began gnawing at our personal space with a story of him having a 'part-time' girlfriend who was twenty-seven and married with kids who he was supposedly checking out the party for with the intention of getting her along, apparently her husband was all fine with it, the only problem being juggling family time and Swinging with her little friend here who had us well within his sights to ... bags first go? Not a chance buddy, and we were thankfully saved by the bell to dress into our kinky wear.

Getting changed was some time to natter about the bare essentials of the crowd. As we did, a handsome young Indian lad crossed our paths, asked our names, said hello and then wandered off. We got changed and went to the smoking area to discuss our next move. As we bitched quietly under our breaths to each other about the painfully plain gentleman in the dance room I heard a voice make a remark about my Rolling Tobacco, looking up there he was again, this time in a g-string, but still holding his beer and the same daft look as if to say "Lucky I don't have a megaphone otherwise I'd probably end up in court for genocide" - instead Sabine and I once more risked being bored to death if we didn't make our plans with haste.

We got him off our back by talking about Catherine's film "Anatomy of Hell" of which he found no part in being able to offer a comment of course, phew, and eventually Sabine said to me that "Although my chances of couple play were slim, she had a maybe", "You can probably guess which one" she said, I considered for a moment the crowd of slobbering guys in g-strings all talking like a mirror trying to get a good look at itself, incapable of self-reflection, I really did think any moment now I'd have to declare myself earnestly a true snob if it didn't contradict my own ability to be daftly uninteresting at times and not beyond being stupid in my own pathetic way. "The Indian guy" she offered, to which I of course already knew was the case but was by that stage answering in thought only what I knew was a rhetorical question, except I was thinking he was a young Aboriginal fellow not Indian.

So we decided to go up stairs and start some action. First we both needed to take a slash, on the way to the bathroom, we passed one of the cross-dressers giving a blow-job to a guy on the bed, then on another bed next to the bathroom we passed two guys fucking each other, one riding on top and Sabine asked me if that was a man, it was indeed, and he gave me the most surreal look, for you see he was quite large and his glasses were those thick paned ones with the hefty rims. Seeing him bouncing on top of cock and following my movements with his blank expression caused me a moment of cinematic pause. In the bathroom we yet again talked about what we were going to do and where. As we did so the young man Sabine fancied accidentally opened the bathroom door, let's call him Felix, and he apologised slipping away. We removed ourselves from the bathroom as he dashed in, and wandered up to one of the far mattresses.

It was fairly quiet where we were so we got down on them, I removing the sheer mini-sarong I had made and Sabine her top. I began sucking at her nipples and she pulling at my cock - but then like cockroaches out of the walls we were surrounded by about eight men all fidgeting with their cocks.

Three of them crouched down beside us, too close for comfort as we had only just started kissing and fondling and already they were saddled beside us like mechanics all checking out the same oil leak. We carried on a little further however, I whispered in her ear that Felix was behind the crowd of about now ten men. It would be impossible to bring him in from the mob, it would be like making selection from the reserves of a sporting team, as Sabine said.

She slid herself back and I pulled off her under-wear, skimming the rim of her cunt with my tongue only to have one guy say "Looks like someone's getting all the fun", it was the same man who I believe then said to Sabine, "You have great nipples do you mind if I touch them?" - so Sabine politely told him to kindly just watch, he then had the arrogance of stroking her arm and then asking if that would be alright instead. Sabine had to remove his hand and once again state that she wasn't keen in anyone joining in at the moment. There are really firm etiquette rules at Swinger's Parties and yet men think its an envelope that you can push, there is no envelope of that sort at a Swinger's Party, even if this one appeared to be a male room.

I suggested we break and Sabine looked relieved, I said to the crowd that we weren't after performing in an amphitheater with audience participation right now. There were grumpy faces and the lumbering bodies jerked off into other rooms.

Sabine took the chance to nab Felix and we headed for a central bed where sliding doors could be closed. The young chap asked us again our names, I think he was a little high, and we all jumped on the bed and started playing. He was bi-sexual so a threesome would be had in the true spirit of the word.

There was much kissing and touching, and as he sucked at Sabine's nipples, I fucked her for a while. Then the sliding doors opened and the Undead re-entered the room all yanking at their cocks.

One guy was hovering his cock virtually over Sabine's face and she suspected that he was trying to get away with an accidental facial, so she asked him to back off. One guy next to me kept on yanking off and saying "Beautiful, beautiful" as if I was re-potting a plant or presenting a well cooked slither of crocodile flesh in an outback cooking show.

The requests for joining in were starting all over again, and Sabine was knocking them back persistently. One arrogant shit got uptight when Sabine explained the want of having the doors slid shut, "Management says the doors have to be open, we were going to leave anyway" he spat, what fucking management? It wasn't a bleeding nightclub we were in, we had paid to be there too (there was no 'management', the thick skull idiot was consoling his loveless cock with a 'mum said I could' playing off the parents routine - what next? Management said we would fuck because our wives wont and its ten times cheaper here then at a brothel), and since we were the only couple in a Party full of men, perhaps they should have considered paying us for the privilege - finally we had to get up again, and that's when Felix suggested we take a shower, that way we could fuck without the impertinence of guys thinking they were owed being got-off because they were at a Swinger's Party. The final straw was a comment one guy made that "we aren't going to get any action here".

Before I go into our actually really fun bathtub threesome, I must say that the attitude of the men there appalled me. I must admit I don't think much of men who wreak of confidence, mostly because it's empty, it compensates for not being able to let a richness of merits and intelligence speak for itself. I usually edge away from this kind of behaviour because it tells me that this person is desperately hanging on to the teetering edge of vacuousness, and using this idea of being confident as a key that will unlock any door - well terribly sorry but its all wind, the doors they think they are opening are automated anyhow.

At a Swinger's Party it is necessary to be confident to a degree, but anything involving sex involves a certain amount of vulnerability - respect leads and confidence can run along behind it holding its hand. There is nothing more off-putting then hearing men grovel at a Swinger's Party, but it is necessary, it is necessary because it is needed to oppress their otherwise swine like attitudes. They have to self-manage their odiously small army of brain cells into some kind of ragged but passive peace keeping force.

Usually Parties aren't so bad but in my current mood of being fed up with the perpetuating mediocrity of the masses and the sickness I feel at its pride in being so, I just had to open the wound and say, "Thanks, I'll have salt too". Frankly if you are going to be a lug, do it in style, have some sophistication and border on being a genius, and who knows you will probably be loved the world over for it. Write a good book or two and even I'll come to the party.

Any-old-how, we took Felix to the downstairs bathroom, I was prudish at first about taking up one of the only two bathrooms in the joint, but I was then informed that last time Sabine had used the toilet whilst one of the Hosts was fucking in the tub, but I stopped at having the door locked, I felt for the potential cues upstairs.

We got into the tub. Turned on the shower taps and pulled the curtain. All naked with Sabine in the middle. She snogged Felix whilst I crouched down and through the streaming water licked and puckered at her pussy. I imagine that she was pulling hard at his cock too, it was a fair sized piece. I stood up and she bent over plunging her mouth right over his cock as I sawed two fingers inside Sabine causing her thighs to Charleston, her arm was vigorously pumping his penis into her mouth, and I could hear the slops of saliva smacking against Sabine's rippling coos. I urged my cock against her cunt but the cascading waters kept on washing her juices off and both our genitals braked against wet rubbery shafts. So I fumbled behind me for the shower taps, meanwhile someone came into the bathroom for a quiet pee, saying nothing, and leaving with polite delight on their face I would hope.

I spun Sabine around, and she got on her knees, consuming my cock whilst Felix got a condom, wrapped it over his cock, asked her if she liked it up the arse. Sabine passed the invitation, and he made a remark confirming the tenderness required for any initial experiments in that quarter, so he then asked her to let him know when he was in her pussy.

It was a condom question and I was glad he asked it because it was dark and I couldn't quite tell if he had actually put one on. He delved inside her with routine strokes, and Sabine gobbled for lack of a better word, my cock, which was filling up her mouth slowly. Felix bent over and began snogging me as he fucked Sabine and she began winding herself up for an orgasm with her tongue flipping my cock across her lips. His bi-sexual partiality gave him plenty of increased energy, his rhythm accelerating and at the verge of the last chapter he reached around and was whipping my cock into Sabine's mouth now agape letting it slide in as Felix's thighs rammed firmly from behind and his lips caressed mine. It was quite a choreography, a gourmet spit-roast if ever. He came, and I imagine did Sabine with a cock-mouth-full. I lusted after a post-script to the sensation, spun Sabine around again, ducked down, thrust my cock, and she dived back onto Felix's cock bringing him to what the Christians always go on about but never achieve in the way horny folk do, a second coming, and I in rapid speed, reached mine.

Felix thanked us for being there as he imagined it would have been a pretty quiet night otherwise. What were all those single men going to do? Fuck each other? Not likely. Indeed they were looked after, we saw what looked like some cheap working girls brought in to keep them happy. The working girls pimps acting like partners to make the dolts believe they were being favoured for the evening and the night was worth the money, ensuring their return. What a duped bunch of fools some people can be.

We went our separate ways in the small venue, with grins galore. Sabine and I finished off another glass of wine, Felix threw us a wave as he left the establishment. We soon departed. A really fun night made from a potentially drab one.

The following night we got our rocks off with some absolutely delicious couple play, methinks that will take another post, as it is late and "the sky has already bruised" to paraphrase a certain movie line.