Swinging with friends

"Jaroslav Hašek was born in Prague in Bohemia on April 30th, 1883. At the time of his birth Bohemia was nothing more than a province of Austria with Prague for its capital. A guide to Prague and Bohemia published in English before the First World War starts with the sentence: 'Of all the extensive and manifold realms ruled by the House of Habsburg no part is perhaps less known in England than the ancient Kingdom of Bohemia'. Indeed outside Central Europe the very existence of the Czechs had long been forgotten; they were classed as 'Austrians'. And yet Goethe, who had spent altogether more than three years in Bohemia, had perceptively written some hundred years earlier that Bohemia itself was 'a continent within the European continent'."

Sir Cecil Parrott "The Bad Bohemian"

Not really sure where I am going with this book, I'm reading it in a leisurely fashion but maybe it will spring some thoughts, especially as I'm tinkering away with my essay on Soviet Smut. For now, here is a post drafted and now refined during my period of absence from Fuckeries, it tells of the experience of taking a few "newbie" friends to a Swinger's Party, and what it might be to introduce Swinging virgins to the world of orgies and multiple orgasms achieved not through the amount gained via one person but through amounts gained once each by several people.

The ups and downs of attending Swinging parties with friends has several layers and mostly are not really that bad or really that good but offer up some interesting dynamics, and give me good insight into myself as a sexual practitioner and the role others play in that arena. It is all very well to allure friends with stories of Swinging experiences but to take them along for the ride is a completely different matter.

We invited Lori and another friend, his name, Spiderman, let's say because he wore a big Superman cape at the party but if he had a choice, he'd prefer I called him Spiderman, to a night of frivolity in the form of a Swinger's Party. The night was pounced upon not with complete abandon but more as a matter of convenience because Lori's suspected partner had pulled out and Spiderman's suspected partner had also pulled out, both Lori and Spiderman therefore came to accompany each other although only because Sabine and I had spent some time relaying phone calls between the two. In the end we all ended up in motion, in agreement, it all sounded like an excellent arrangement, and on the whole it was.

The initial what do we do? When I say what do we do, I mean who does who if indeed anyone does anyone, as I had played three times with Lori, and Spiderman was coming along for the spectacle only and Sabine had been partisan to Lori in play several times, it was all up in the air. That very foggy air where mind-holds vaporise and thoughts waft, and yet somehow after a few drinks at home we were all ready to stop talking about Swinger's Parties and actually go to the one we were meant to be at.

We unfortunately had not enough booze on us when we arrived at the party, and the hosts who I thought might have left a better impression on our guests played down the chaperonage expectations I had hoped for, instead our friends were kind of brought in and showed around with less verve then, as again, I had hoped for. This is the biggest, and I mean biggest, forget Super Novas and anything actually physically impressive, because this is big, it's huge, it's what projects out of my whole being ... idealism, and hopes are like hooks that help hang it's heavy frame of mind. However this was not something I was particularly hung up on.

The very unfortunate instance of having no more alcohol held back our companion's inhibitions even though they seemed to uphold with vigilance that their intrigue was merely wary and visual, Spiderman coped haphazardly with a fizzy lemon drink and I could feel him struggling, as he later confessed. Lori was more withdrawn having admitted that the age difference was a shock, she thought the crowd would be younger, and yes indeed, this is something I have always said, that the young believe they own the world until they reach the age they must realise they are merely living on it temporarily. Merely renting the space until having time evict them without any chance of ever getting the bond back.

I attempted to retrieve some more booze but had the most insane mission end in complete failure. At first I was rejected from a pub full of young punk people because the bouncer thought I was under-aged - I only had my bank card on me - then at a bar down the road I managed six beers for an exceptionally high price but they didn't take bank card - then the service station across the road had its doors locked until finally someone let me in to use the money withdrawal machine which was instead a Bill paying machine, so in an attempt to buy something and get some cash out I discovered my card was cracked and gave a bad read. I went back empty handed.

So, I was aching for some play, we had limited time. I smoked a few cigarettes with Spiderman downstairs, and then ascending to the play area we found Sabine and Lori peering at couples fucking on mattresses about the place. Sabine and I then construed to join the action, this gave Lori and Spiderman some time to mill about on their own, being that Spiderman was attached and not in a position to play, their activities would have to be limited to a healthy dose of voyeurism. I must say, I was somewhat distracted by having our guests left to their own devices no matter how well capable I thought them, this environment was not of the common garden variety.

Sabine and I relaxed onto a mattress next to this couple who were pottering around with each other. As I slid onto Sabine I made immediate eye contact with the woman, holding a virile gaze, and knew the game was afoot, yet I am incredibly coy regardless of having a stiff cock pointing in every direction and slurping up the juices of cunt, moistening my chin, and expressing the nuances of my naughty mind with anyone who cares to listen. I couldn't broach the subject of shared play with them, I just couldn't. In the same way I can't walk into an Adult Shop, or easily purchase a Porn Magazine from a newsagent. I can act in porn, attend Swinger's Parties, have friends around for play, but there are some things I am still coy about. I am only some sort of human after all.

The couple moved on and I thought to check up on Spiderman and Lori. They seemed okay, but I still wasn't satisfied, this is clinically known as a kind of paranoia or sometimes as just caring. So, I in the end just dumped the concern and figured their grown up status will deal with the night regardless. It was time for some play and then go home. Sabine and I returned to the mattress and Lori had to leave to catch a train, while Spiderman it turns out went downstairs to engage in conversation with a quartet managing to have his balls slightly tickled but not much else simply because one of the guys he was talking to was acting like a knob, and if there is one stance Spiderman always takes is challenging a knob's opinion, it all helps.

Meanwhile Sabine and I were mucking about on the mattress, slowly fucking, when she motioned subtly for the male half of that couple we had first noticed to come down for play. His female companion was not there at this time but he didn't seem to mind crouching down and Sabine leveraged his cock out of his underpants and sucked it as I fucked her from her reclining sideways position. This went on for about five minutes, and I was feeling that beautiful intensity of pushing pleasure in one spot, knowing that it would travel through right across to another spot, like electric conductors, or circuitry.

The female half had been in the toilet and returned, the first thing she said was "Don't stop on my behalf keep on playing without me" and Sabine suggested she join in, "I'll just watch" she said, and it was clear by her partner's reaction, slight hesitation, that he had bent the rule or broken it, whichever way you look at it, of only playing together. This can happen, we are fallible at the best of times, weak willed, and lustful - she was an English woman with lovely hips and smallish breasts, and her partner was a tall black man, and soon after she had suggested watching, her own will weakened and she reclined next to Sabine which gave me the opportunity to nuzzle my lips on her cunt. Her partner was doing the same to Sabine, and it wasn't long before he said we should swap over and I moved around to the English woman and he prepared to penetrate Sabine. Soon we all were fucking and it didn't take long for the male duo to climax, on pulling out I unfortunately left the condom not bunched well in but just hanging there filled with cum, luckily everything was okay though, no spillage.

Afterwards I thought to check on Spiderman, who was engrossed in his conversation with the knob and co. The host of the party told me that he couldn't stay if his 'partner' was not there, and knowing this was the rule, I promptly informed Sabine and Spiderman so we got dressed and left.

All up a lot of fun, and after debriefing with both Spiderman and Lori I gathered the experience was a good one, if not somewhat challenging in its own respects. At very least both can say they've been to a Swinger's Party and garner a satisfactory reaction from whomever they've told. At most it will prepare them for any explorations into that lifestyle later on, and somewhere in between it will provide empathy for those who do want to live this way.