Swing Quartet

I am writing this in the morning because I got up an hour early, even though I had set all my other clocks to deal with daylight saving, I forgot to change my alarm clock and so got quite a surprise when I switched on my computer. I must also mention that that was this morning and I have finished this post now almost 24hrs later. Finally I must mention because Blogger doesn't publish a draft at the top of the pile I have had to re-publish this as a new post and therefore have lost Bittersweet's kind comment regarding expectation of titillation.

Continuing on with the moresome with friends series, a foursome with friends is a good dynamic which was proved last night, as the sediment of sexual lust begins to settle on what was a horny happening between Badger and Lori, Sabine and I. These are more then merely accounts of depraved behavior, they are journeys into scenarios that if full of the right ingredients prove that you can quite effectively traverse the bridge from monogamy to polyamory without burning it. I was not expecting Badger and Lori to arrive so early, I had just measured up a second glass of red but the familiar rap on the door came, and Sabine answered it. Badger came into the kitchen sporting a rough brown jacket but in his rickety fashion of tracksuit pants and t-shirt beneath still retained a dapper air.

I have known Badger for around eight years and so didn't feel strange about him popping over for some sexual fun, and oddly enough I don't think he felt strange about it either. When your friends know about your lifestyle and personal philosophy, I guess it just becomes a natural state of being no matter how unconventional. If you break it down though, the situation is indeed odd. Imagine thinking to yourself that you are going out one evening with, in Badger's case, your ex-partner to visit an old friend to have a foursome with his partner. Badger is completely straight and so the choreography of the evening is well and truly defined.

Sabine was chatting with Lori in the other room and so I decided to lay out a few drinks, vodka and juice, wine, and heat up some nibbles. We all engaged in conversation in the lounge room until Badger and Sabine went outside to puff on a joint whilst Lori and I chatted on the couch inside. Once again familiarity retained the evenings relaxed presence of company, no awkward forced small talk, and certainly no barriers of expectation. I was ready to get things started and called a drinks top up before laying out a thin mattress on the floor for the impending action.

I pretty much blew the bugle for play and Sabine and Lori both removed their tops, Badger slid down at the edge of the couch, and the girls in their knickers only cuddled up beside him warming up the bulge in his pants. I removed Sabine's knickers and rubbed my fingers against the white lacy material that surrounded Lori's cunt as I worked my other fingers inside Sabine.

That was how the foursome began, it went from about 10pm until 3am in the morning. I suppose some might think my approach direct in beginning these things, but it does stem from experience of these situations sometimes being filled mostly with talk until finally someone makes a move and I just don't see the point in that. During the play of course one can always take time out to natter or watch movies, drink a bit, smoke cigarettes and the like, but an hour of initial clothes on chatter is all I think is required. I do enjoy voicing what is to be happening and find that kinky in itself rather then just sweeping into the action with a gesture. It's just me, other people have their own wicked, wicked ways.

So without too much trouble, we all were naked. Lori is a slender girl, I would describe her breasts as dainty, and the reason I would describe her breasts first is because for the first time I was paying observant attention to her sitting upright in her undies, one arm stretched towards Badger's cock (Which I imagine would have been pounding inside his pants at that stage), Sabine leaning across to him, her lips engaged in some edacious fervor, I continued to conduct my fingers 'round the squishy hole of Sabine's cunt, always watching, that's part of my personality. As it turns out Badger at one stage, reclined across the Chesterfield pulling or pushing at his cock depending on what stage you wish to begin the description, saying several times, "I'm such a voyeur, I'm such a voyeur", as at that time both Lori and Sabine were nuzzling up against each other. I nodded the foreskin of my cock up and down at Badger's agreeable sentiment.

It is with pleasure I describe some of the proceedings as they continued in the fashion of victims of pleasure too addicted by the sensations of touch to not rotate each other like a Lazy Susan of temperate bodies. Soon enough I had Lori down on the floor with my tongue flogging the bush of her cunt, lashing through the pubic hair and delving into the pinked darkness, to my side Sabine on all fours groaning, and somewhere behind what I thought was Badger fucking was Badger with fingers troweling inside Sabine's rump perched in wonderful curvature bended right angle, and when I say right angle, I mean, for me it certainly is the right angle. Such a pretty site. Then the awful truth of honesty bares its teeth or rather its back, on the assumption we had begun fucking bareback, I bare backed into Lori right in front of Sabine and Badger who backed slightly away from me, I thought they were bare backing but I had backed the wrong assumption and bared the consequences of a rather poor guilt trip, my cock between my legs, as Sabine quietly reprimanded me, and I sensibly explained my misunderstanding but not my idiocy, but it was brief, and soon enough I had gathered the necessary accessories and we were all away again.

Badger has a decent cock - a cock and sexual temperament very closely linked to mine in an unusual way. We seem to be well aligned with our sexual fancies and fuckeries. It was splendid to see Badger chasing around between Sabine's thighs, and the only emotional mindfulness needed was between Badger and Lori as their relationship is rather complicated at present but I think well rewarded with some good old romping in the company of people (Sabine & I) who take a well deserved pragmatic approach to a naked fling with friends. On the whole or in it depending on your perversity.

My favourite moment was fucking Lori from behind, humping her rump so as to shunt her ever closer between Badger's legs, Sabine got up on the couch and suddenly I had the view of two gorgeous arses, as Sabine stood over Badger with her cunt pressed firmly against his mouth, every time I invariably dredged my cock further up Lori's wet passage, Sabine's arse would quiver, it was quite a sight and site, quite a thing to see and quite a place to be. I stretched my hand over to that creamy quivering bottom and upon touching it wanted to draw it down onto Badger's erect penis, his penis of which he had cranked into stiffness. I did so and Sabine sunk without any hesitation, right down, on top, squatting like an electronic Tilter door closing, right over, smothering a thick thirsty cock presumably gasping for her juices, and I just kept on bucking Lori who I suspect was mesmerized by this motion also. Then came the crowning glory to this moment, when buttocks ride and you kick your own hips to every undulation, leering at every crevice of skin rippling with each clout. Ah, I get very lost in those moments, very lost indeed.

There was some duel cock sucking on Badger as I sucked on a cigarette, same effect for me at the time, I was desperate for a nicotine rush. I had to then bee-line for Sabine's flaps and make stubborn my cock for an arrogant entry which shimmied along the fleecy folds quite dashingly I thought. During all these diversions of sex, we did watch some porn, "Nun porn" exclaimed Badger as the first video was indeed Nuns fucking, and then in an effort to control the remote I remote the control, as I was too bleary eyed to work out which buttons to press. The vodka, wine, and juice was by that stage of the morning closing the curtains over my senses.

We had a brief mentioning towards cuckolding as Badger watched Lori envelope me with her thighs, and he stated his complete thrill at watching his partner "take cock", I offered the definition up to him and he pondered it befittingly, it seems he had the feeling but not the word attached. This produced a slight digression on what exactly cuckolding is, and my own admission to its delights, as it is something that in essence enhances swinging - it is in my book the polar opposite to jealousy but like many polar opposites in its extreme meets the other way if stretched right around.

I am lucky to have such wonderful friends as these, odd that my crew of cranks come to the party time and time again, it makes me wonder if I have some form of corporeal catnip that collects a catawampus of carnal curiosities for my company. Rare to find, and indeed in my experience my old societal mutineers are poised in a suit of absurdity ready to lunge upon any given reality or convention.

So the night ended abruptly as Badger was bonk tired, I was not however, I could have kept on fucking, and I proposed the notion to Lori but she indicated that sleep toppled libido, so I moped off to bed and tackled Sabine for action which I got in abundance three times, once in the doorway of the lounge room to the snores of Badger and Lori oblivious to the thud of hips on buttocks at the threshold.

Do these friendship fuck circles work? Well, certainly, but of course there is always risk of rising damp. Friends as mutual fuckers are good, it would be nice if Sabine and I both cultivated friends around from each our sides but not practical, I am one however for feeling the heavy weight of my own responsibilities as far as friendships go - I tend to only keep the good ones. What next? It would be easy to set up more play with Badger any time, I have a feeling Lori has done her run, usually matters such as these coexist in threes for people. I shall sit and think on it a while.

To end, I met up with several Bloggers on Sunday at a pub. Dale, Gempires, and Martin. It was a sprightly occasion all too short but indeed very nice to meet the lovely Dale in the flesh, well she was clothed, but presumably wearing flesh beneath her clothes. Martin I was vaguely familiar with but enjoyed his repartee, and Gempires I had known Online for several years and intrigued by her manner of being. We let the conversation drift from one thing to another, all of us had not actually met but we managed without our computers. Funny that, I think the beer helped.